Second chapter…! I really should stop writing and start packing for my holiday. I just had to get this chapter done once I started it. Hopefully I can finish the story before I go to a music-festival, where I won't be able to write for a week.
This chapter contains some lime-contents. Maybe I'm gonna write some lemon in a later chapter, but if not there will be more lime. And just a short note: if you like to read fighting-scenes, this story is not for you. I've tried a couple of times in other stories I've written, but it just doesn't work for me, unfortunately…

The thing we all love; Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of the characters.

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One hour and 24 minutes of her five hours were spent when Bulma found the sixth Dragonball. She looked at the radar. One more to go, but it seemed quite far away compared to the others. Bulma shrugged her shoulder and took off.

As she flew Bulma looked at the ground to check if the creatures she saw really were stopped. She saw an animal, which looked a lot like a whale from Earth, in the middle of jumping out of the water to fall back in. She saw a few animals on the ground too, but not as many as she had expected. And then, suddenly, she saw a silhouette she knew all too well.

"Vegeta," she whispered to herself and made the airplane come to an abrupt halt. She quickly found a place to land and climbed to where he was standing while her heart was pounding wildly in her chest.

The way he had stood when she stopped time, was as typical a Vegeta-pose as any could be. Arms across the broad chest, chin lifted a bit to show his pride, the usual smirk and a confident gleam in his eyes.

Bulma stretched her hand out as slowly as possible while she tried to stop it from trembling. Carefully she put it on his cheek and felt the tears starting to spill from her eyes. He was real! He was alive! She leaned forwards and pressed her lips slightly against his. He had once done this to her, the morning when he left for space. She was positive he had thought she was asleep, or else he wouldn't have given her such a feather-light, tender kiss.

As soon as Bulma felt his lips against hers she felt an urge to start time and have him touch her and most of all fuck her like he had done so many times before. She had always liked to call it lovemaking but she knew that Vegeta didn't make love. He fucked, and he was damn-good at it.

Once he had been closer to lovemaking than fucking, and that was the night before he had taken off into space to train. She had tried to distance herself from him a couple of days, which included not having sex, as they had done almost every night since their first time together. That night he had waited for her in her bedroom when she came from the lab. He had walked to her without a word and started to kiss her with all he got like he used to. Bulma had been surprised and had felt a faint hope growing in her chest. She had hoped he was going to tell her he would stay at Earth with her, but quickly she dismissed the thought and convinced herself, that he only was in her room for a last fuck before he left. But he had been tender. He had caressed every inch of her burning skin, kissed his way over her whole body before he had given her fulfillment by pushing his hardness into her wet, waiting and begging core. First he had moved slowly, as if he savored the moment. Bulma had had to beg him for a higher pace. He had obliged and they had a mind-blowing climax together, before Vegeta without a word had pulled her into his embrace and commanded her to sleep when she started to ask what was happening.

"It was as if you knew you never would come back," she whispered and let her fingers trace the muscles in his neck. "We were going to become parents, you know? But when the government found out that you were gone, they didn't want me to give birth to a hybrid." She laughed bitterly. "They had been keeping a close eye on us the whole time. I had even used a different doctor than usual to not let anyone get the hunch, not even my parents. But two days later they came to Capsule Corp and took me with them. When I was sent home the next day our baby was no longer."

Bulma fell to her knees in front of the unmoving Vegeta and took a few strands of grass in her hands. She let out a scream of raw pain and frustration, something she should have done a long time ago. Her vision was completely blocked by the tears, which still poured down her cheeks. A few moments later her vision was almost normal and she looked up at him. His confidence awoke something in her and she stood up and brushed his cheek with the tips of her fingers.

"This time, I'm not gonna let you die." She promised him and let her hand rest on his cheek. She had an urge to touch him while she spoke. "And if you do, I won't let the Z-fighters or anyone else come between me and the Dragonballs! I have given us this second chance, and I'm gonna make it perfect!"

She let her hand fall to his shoulder, leaned forward and kissed his cheek before she went back to the airplane. Now she was more determined than ever to make her plan work.

She found the last ball in an isolated house on top of a mountain. There were two namekians inside, an enormous one, who looked rather old, and a young namekian, who was a spitting image of Piccolo. Bulma found a secluded plateau and summoned Polunga by using her translator, which she had developed with help from Dende. The little namekian had visited earth to see Gohan and Krillin. Bulma had persuaded him into helping her by saying the translator would help, if a situation on Namek occurred and the Z-fighters had the Dragonballs but no namekian nearby.

The sky went black and the dragon appeared before her. "You, who have gathered the Dragonspheres, name your wishes. I will grant any three wishes that are within my power."

(A/N: I know that Polunga can only resurrect one person per wish, but for this story he needs to have Shenlong's ability to resurrect more than one. I'm sorry, but I had to make this adjustment. I don't know if Polunga og Shenlong can make people stronger, but again, I had to make an adjustment.)

"First, I wish for the saiyans known as Vegeta and Goku to become strong enough to kill Freeza in his final form."

"Your wish has been granted," rumbled Polunga. "Now, state your second wish."

"I wish for Planet Namek to become as it was before Freeza arrived, including all those, who have been killed to become alive, but first when Gohan, Krillin, Goku, Vegeta and I have returned to Earth." Bulma hoped the dragon could grant her wish. She remembered how they had used a great amount of wishes to get the namekians home, so she had made this wish to get it done more quickly.

"I will grant this wish too. And your third wish?"

"Great," Bulma yelled with a gleeful voice. "Then this must work too." She took the translator to her mouth once again. "My third and last wish is for Planet Vegeta to become as it was before Freeza destroyed it, including all those, who have been killed to become alive, but let it be done half a year after I have conceived a child by Prince Vegeta."

"Your last wish will be granted as well." And with that said, Polunga disappeared and the seven Dragonballs flew off like she had seen the balls on Earth do so many times before.

'Perfect,' she thought as she went into the airplane, 'everything is coming together. Now I just have to get back to the ship and let time start again.'

So, what do you say? Was the lime to boring? I know it was short, but believe me, there is more to come!
And our dear Bulma forgot that by not wishing Piccolo back she would leave Earth without the Dragonballs. And she calls herself a genius… Oh well, time will show if that mistake is fatal or not.
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