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A Chance of a Lifetime – Chapter 19

She could feel him right at her back. She whirled around, swinging. Vegeta wasn't there. She scowled, ducking a moment later as he swung from behind, turning and planting her foot into his stomach. She moved back, frowning, as he growled, scrunched over for a moment before slowly straightening. She let him study her, before swinging, the sound of fists hitting loud as theirs met. She backed away, following him with her eyes as he floated away a little. He disappeared again. She took a deep breath, feeling for his energy before flipping, barely avoiding him grabbing her from behind and catching his jaw with a foot as she flipped in the air. The prince let out a snarl. He was pissed she kept avoiding his assault. She watched him grind his teeth, his eyes snapping. She took another gulp of breath, gritting her own teeth as he disappeared again. This time she was too late, as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. She could feel his massive chest pressed against her back as she struggled in his hold. The heat coming off him was searing. She thrashed some more, feeling him tighten his hold, pinning her arms beside her body. She gave a growl of frustration, ceasing after a few minutes. She stood there, glaring at the white expanse before her, waiting for him to make a false move so she could get out.

"Giving up already?" he whispered against her ear. She shivered, feeling the rumble in his chest as he spoke, his breath on her neck. Her heart started beating faster. She ignored it. She narrowed her eyes, slightly embarrassed. She'd been avoiding it for the whole time they've been in the chamber. Six months. Six long months. Thankfully he hadn't caught on. She furrowed her brows. She didn't think. She could feel the rumble in his chest as he spoke again.

"Why is your heart racing?" Vegeta whispered, watching her hair flutter.

Trista gulped. Shit! She didn't say anything, finally flipping him over her shoulder when he loosened his hold for a moment. She quickly lowered to the ground, heaving a sigh of relief. He followed, narrowing his eyes at her. She ignored him, turning and walking back to the living quarters. She was suddenly whirled around, a strong arm going around her waist, pressing her up against a rock hard chest. She glared up at Vegeta.

"Let me go," she said, balling her hands up at her sides.

He narrowed his eyes, not saying anything. The prince's eyes moved lower after a moment, studying the necklace she was still wearing. He looked up, meeting her gaze. He suddenly swooped down, capturing her lips. His tongue snaked in, pressing her harder against him. She shivered in his arms, her hands coming up and resting on his forearms. Trista shivered again at her hands touching his skin. His uniform had massive rips in it, mainly at the arms and legs. The top she had on wasn't any better, tattered and ripped down the side. Her hands gripped his muscled arms, moaning as he changed the angle of the kiss, ravishing her mouth. She suddenly stepped back, breathing hard. She turned around, quickly walking away. This time he didn't let her get far, not like last time. The prince grabbed her and jerked her towards him again, capturing her lips as her body smacked into his. He laied a hand on the back of her neck, clenching her hair. He pulled, tilting her head back, deepening the kiss. He heard her whimper. He tightened an arm around her waist, lifting her up. He didn't break the kiss as he walked towards the chambers, laying her on the bed and following her down. He moved his head, changing the angle again, resting both fists on either side of her head, settling between her legs. He felt her wrap her arms around him, another moan escaping her. An answering growl emitted from his throat, vibrating into her mouth as their lips stayed sealed together. He felt her shift beneath him. The prince finally left her mouth, trailing open mouth kisses down her neck, sliding a hand from her waist up, bunching her shirt with the movement. He lifted up, yanking it off her, ignoring her soft gasp. He swooped down and captured her lips again, jerking her bra off without looking, and softly running his hands over her skin. Trista moaned again, wrapping her legs around his waist. He left her mouth, kissing down and laving at her breasts. A gasp escaped her, her body wiggling for a moment before she laied her hands on his shoulders, pushing. Vegeta lifted his head, staring down at her with heavy lidded eyes.

"I'm not ready," she whispered, taking a breath.

Vegeta's eyes narrowed, before he grunted, standing up. He watched her blush, covering herself with one hand and reaching for her shirt with the other. He turned and walked away.

"You're killing me, woman!" he said, before walking through the bathroom door and closing it behind him.

-Three months later in the HTC-

The horrible images invaded her dreams again. Trista sighed in her sleep, a shiver coursing through her as the image of a barren waste land appeared again.

She shivered, looking around. She was afraid to look behind her, in case Vegeta or Goku were dying behind her. She heard a low chuckle in her ear, right at her back. She froze. Someone whirled her around. 'Oh my God!' her mind screamed. The man, Dr. Gero stood behind her, smiling down at her, his eyes narrowed. He had amusement in his eyes. "I thought I killed you, little girl!" he said, his voice echoing through the desert surrounding them. She quickly glanced around. No one was around. Silently thanking God she didn't have to see any more of her friends die, she focused back on the doctor. She slowly stepped back. He narrowed his eyes some more, a disturbing look in his eyes. He looked over her shoulder, his grin widening. She whirled around. Trunks was running towards her, a look of terror on his face. "Mom!" he shouted, racing as fast as he could towards her. To her, Trunks was moving in slow motion. Her eyes widened. "I guess I get another one," Dr. Gero said softly behind her. She whirled back towards him, screaming in outrage as he lifted a hand. An irritated look appeared on his features as she jumped in front of her son. "Move girl!" She furiously shook her head, her eyes on the hand with a red bubble in the middle of it. She heard him grunt, and looked up. He had an amused, satisfied look on his face. Her eyes widened. She looked behind her to see Trunks stop right at her back. He grabbed her arm, and started pulling her backwards. "Come on Mom!" he shouted, fear encasing his features. His eyes widened as he seemed to notice the doctor for the first time. He looked down at her, regret in his eyes. "I'm sorry mom," he whispered, studying her face. Trista felt her throat close. "What are you talking about? Trunks!?" The young man didn't answer, just stepped in front of her, blocking the blast coming towards them. She screamed, pushing him out of the way. He wouldn't move. She ran around him, hugging him as she felt the blast go through both of them. She could hear the cry of pain in her son's voice, his body jerking against her as the blast of energy came out his back, bursting when it hit the massive rock behind them. She could feel the life ebbing out of her as she clung to her son, holding on as he stumbled back, both of them smacking the ground moments later. She felt him lay a hand on her back as she felt her soul leave her body.

Trista shot up in bed, this time a scream actually emerging. Tears ran down her face, staring at the bed as Vegeta appeared. He didn't say anything, just slid behind her and wrapped his arms around her, much like he'd done in the past. She turned, flinging her arms around his neck, sobbing. Her body was shivering so hard it was moving the bed. A broken sob escaped her as her mind played back the part of seeing the blast come out of her son's back. A hand shot up to cover her mouth, her body flinching at the memory. The man holding her didn't say anything, just continued to rock her until her sobs slowly died. After awhile, he pulled back, studying her tear stained face. He lifted a hand, gently swiping a tear off her cheek. Another broken sob escaped again.

"Can you tell me about it, Trista?" Vegeta asked quietly, feeling another shudder go through her.

She was quiet for a few minutes, taking a shuddering breath and swallowing with difficulty. She finally looked over at him, studying his face. She slowly shook her head, looking him in the eye.

"I've seen three people die," she whispered, holding back another sob. She pressed the back of her hand against her mouth, another tear falling from her eye.

Vegeta studied her for a moment before speaking.

"Who," he asked softly, watching her close her eyes in pain.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her chin on his shoulder. She couldn't look at him as she spoke, her voice quiet, breaking slightly as she voiced the visions.

"You were the first," she whispered in pain, feeling him tense. Trista closed her eyes again, pausing for a few minutes before continuing.

"Goku was the second I saw die." Vegeta tried to pull away, but she wouldn't loosen her hold, her throat working as she remembered the dream from a few minutes ago.

"Then me and Trunks," she cried, a sob choking her. She let the tears come, leaving hot trails on her face. "He was trying to protect me, stepping in front of the energy ball the android blasted," she paused as Vegeta forced her to lean back, studying her face.

"You saw the androids?" he said gruffly. He watched her nod, trepidation coursing down his spine. He stayed silent as she continued.

"But I couldn't let him do it," she paused again, closing her eyes. "I stepped in front of it as soon as it got to him," her throat worked for a moment as she opened her eyes and met Vegeta's gaze. "It went through, killing both of us."

Vegeta felt the blood drain from his face, studying the woman in front of him before hugging her to him. He didn't say anything. She finally moved away after awhile, studying the bed for a moment before lifting her head and meeting his eyes.

"It's weird though," she whispered.

"What?" the prince asked, his gaze roaming her features. He felt another shudder go through her.

"One of the androids was Dr. Gero," she stated softly, watching Vegeta narrow his brows, lowering his gaze. He seemed to be thinking.

They stayed in silence for a few minutes before he finally met her eyes again. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice low. He watched her nod. Vegeta cupped her face, keeping a firm hold on her as he peered into her eyes.

"Are you sure?" he asked again, more firmly. They stared at one another before she reached up and gently removed his hands. She furrowed her brows, her gaze never wavering from his.

"You remember those magazines Bulma keeps in her lab?" She waited for him to nod. "I saw him in one of those, and when I was kidnapped, I saw him standing outside the facility I was held in." She paused for several minutes.

She leaned forward and captured his lips. Suddenly leaning back, she met his eyes. "Yes," she stated firmly. "I'm sure."

She felt him squeeze her knee, his eyes searching her face. Slightly hesitating, he leaned down and captured her lips, his touch gentle. She moved, settling on his lap, wrapping her hands around his neck. He rested his hands on her hips, his fingers spanning her waist. He deepened the kiss, feeling her head fall back slightly. He leaned forward, laying her on the bed, settling a hand behind her head. He arched her neck, making love to her mouth. She shifted beneath him, running a leg up his side. He grabbed her thigh, holding her leg up as he lowered against her. He listened to her moan, moving the other leg and wrapping it around his waist. He broke the kiss, gazing down at her. They studied one another for a moment, before she rose up and captured his lips. Vegeta followed her down, lifting after a few minutes, letting her yank his shirt off. He did the same to her, groaning when he saw she wasn't wearing her sports bra. He kissed her again before moving lower, running his lips over her skin. Trista let her head fall back, her hair cascading behind her, touching the bed. Vegeta lifted up, grabbing her waist and sliding her closer to him. He let his hands rest on her hips for a moment before grabbing her shorts, tugging them down. She lifted her hips, assisting him, not looking away from his gaze. Her eyes slid down a moment later as he jerked his own off, catching a glimpse of him before he leaned forward and captured her mouth again. Vegeta propped himself above her, his hands resting on either side of her head. His eyes roamed her face for a moment, before kissing her again, lowering his body between her legs. They both groaned, Trista wrapping her legs around his waist. He slid a hand down her side, grabbing her thigh and hiking her leg up. He didn't break the kiss as he plunged into her, her cry entering his mouth. He paused, their lips touching as he lifted a little, looking into her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, burying her face in his neck. He waited for her to relax before moving again, hearing her soft gasp against his ear. He moved slowly, increasing when her cries became louder, capturing her lips again and feeling her shudder underneath him. They both groaned as they came at the same time. They stayed wrapped around each other for awhile, before Vegeta moved again. Trista gasped, clutching his shoulders as he increased his thrusts. Vegeta suddenly sat up, listening to her moan at the change in position. He watched her through heavy lidded eyes, her back arching off the bed as she came again. He didn't stop, just continued to move against her as she whimpered, her hands clenching the sheets. He leaned forward again, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss as he came a second time, moving after a few minutes and pulling her against him. They laied there in silence for awhile, before Trista turned to study him. He arched a lazy brow, settling a hand on her hip. She opened her mouth to say something, only to close it after a moment. She furrowed her brows, looking away as she seemed to think about something. He slapped her rump, smirking as she yelped, throwing him a scowl.

"What is it, woman?" he asked softly.

She didn't say anything for a few moments, her hand absently coming up to fiddle with the ring around her neck. Vegeta's gaze went to it, before looking back at the woman beside him. He felt a shudder go through her.

"Do you think we'll survive?" she whispered, her voice low.

She looked over as he stayed silent. He was studying her, his eyes narrowed slightly. They studied each other before he leaned forward and softly kissed her, not saying anything.

He propped himself up on a fist, burying his face in her neck. Trista wrapped her arms around him, taking his silence as an answer. She could feel the tears choking her, quickly tamping them down as he finally lifted his head, studying her.

"I'm going to do my damnedest," he whispered quietly, lifting up and laying a hand on her stomach.

A chuckle escaped at the look on her face. "What?" he asked, a small smile on his lips. She knocked his hand away.

"I'm not pregnant!" she scowled, listening as he chuckled again.

He leaned back down, studying her once more before speaking.

"You will be," he stated, smirking as her face reddened.

He wrapped his arms around her again, both holding each other as they fell asleep.

The fighters finally felt their energies emerging. Some slightly smirking at what they figured the two were doing in there. Vegeta came out first, narrowing his eyes at their watchful gaze. He crossed his arms, glaring at them. Trista came out after a few moments. She had cut her hair again, this time it just looked like she snipped straight across, the short strands swinging around her face as she stepped forward. She arched a brow at their watchful gaze, smiling as her gaze rested on Trunks. She walked forward, ignoring the curious glances. She threw an arm around his neck, pulling him into a hug.

"Are you going to tell them, woman?"

Vegeta's voice floated over the lookout. Trista took a moment to turn, sending him a look. She glared at him for a moment before sighing and turning to the rest of the fighters. She wrapped an arm around Trunks' waist, squeezing slightly as she studied the floor for a moment.

She lifted her head, meeting everyone's gaze. "I saw the androids."

Everyone shouted at the same time. Trista grimaced, rubbing her ears.

"God! I think that was worse than Bulma!"

Everyone heard Vegeta chuckle. They looked at him before turning back to the woman. Goku spoke up.

"What are you talking about, Trista?" he asked quietly, seeing the haunted look in her eyes.

She looked away, swallowing. She didn't meet their gaze as she started talking again.

"I saw them in a vision. Actually, it was three separate times," she stated, finally meeting Goku's eyes.

"The first incident was almost a year ago," she said softly, "I saw them a couple months after my birthday, then again a few weeks later."

She glanced at Trunks before swallowing and crossing her arms. "I had another one while I was in there with Vegeta."

"What happens?" Piccolo asked softly, watching the woman's face.

She was silent for a moment. "People die," she whispered, studying the floor.

"Who?" Yamcha asked, everyone watching as her face went white.

She turned and left, not saying anything. They all watched her walk to the guardian chambers, disappearing inside. They all studied the spot for a moment, before turning and looking at the prince. He looked right back, not saying anything.

"Do you know who dies in her visions?" Goku asked softly, watching his fellow saiyan.

Vegeta narrowed his eyes, looking away from them. He crossed his arms before looking back.

"Yes."

They waited, but he didn't elaborate.

"Well?" Yamcha asked, raising a brow at the prince's silence.

Vegeta narrowed his eyes. "If she wants to tell you, she will," he stated, turning and walking away. They all watched, frowning as he stopped at the edge of the lookout, not saying anything else.

They asked her again when she came back out, after Goku and Gohan came out of the hyperbolic time chamber, taking a second turn.

She wouldn't say anything about it. Just looked away as sadness and fear entered her eyes, keeping silent. Trunks finally threatened them if they didn't leave her alone. Yamcha immediately backed away, Tien after a few moments. Goku narrowed his eyes, studying the woman before sighing, laying a hand on her shoulder and walking away as well. Trunks hugged her, trying to give her a little comfort before he entered the chamber again with his father, looking back one more time at his mother before the door closed. No one broached the subject again. But they did watch her with curiosity, wandering how she was getting the visions. 'As if I want them!' she thought, crossing her arms and staring out into the clouds. I didn't even tell Vegeta the most terrifying part. She swallowed, a hand coming up and resting on her throat as it felt like it was going to close. Dr. Gero spoke directly to me, as if he knew who I was!

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed this chapter! They finally took their relationship to the next level! Please REVIEW and tell me what you think!