The second part of the way too long chapter! And I believe you're going to like this one! It contains lemon + an event we have been looking forward to – and I have been exposed to pressure, and damn you all, I accept your challenge! *laughs* (If you have no idea what I'm referring to, I will explain it at the end of the chapter)

Enjoy!

Bulma dried a drop of sweat of her forehead and put her tool down to look at her blueprint. Before she had managed to ask Vegeta about more concerning Goku breakfast had been served and he had clamped down like an oyster as if he suddenly remembered he didn't have to answer her questions.

Her third droid was almost done and she wanted to test them one-by-one and as a team. An idea popped into her head and she walked to the intercom.

"You want to what?" Vegeta couldn't hide his surprise and skepticism.

"I want to test the droids with your help, but I want to use it as a way of betting as well." Bulma zipped her coverall a bit down, she was still sweating a bit from lifting the droids into the GR before Vegeta arrived.

"And what would the bet be?"

"Each time one of my droids hit you with a hit, kick or blast you have to answer a question of mine." She dried of her oily hands in the cloth she had in her pocket while trying to seem nonchalant. She knew it was a far shot, but she had to try.

"That's only for your benefit, where's my part of it?" Bulma looked at him in disbelief. Did he just agree to her crazy idea? She was even more surprised by the smirk, which suddenly was plastered across his face. "Each time I make a bulge in one of them, you have to do what I tell you to." Bulma nodded slowly, not too sure about her plan anymore.

Desperately Bulma looked through her codes in an attempt to find a way to make her droids a bit more efficient. She was only wearing the cloth she used as a primitive bra and yet she had not gotten the chance to ask Vegeta a single question. She had even made him fight the droids in 10 G's more than he had wanted to, and still they had not managed to hit him a single time. She heard the GR shutting down and turned around to see a triumphing Vegeta open the door and wait for her to enter the GR. She walked past him and saw how all three droids had several more bulges than last time she checked.

"Are you planning on destroying them completely?"

She felt how Vegeta's tail sneaked around her right thigh; his left hand laid itself over her mouth as he tore off the cloth with his right. "I didn't get hit by one of them which mean no questions." His husky voice was low and she could feel his breath tickling her left ear. "Hmm, but I guess I did go a bit too far, the deal was one bulge at a time, right?" She nodded slowly and could almost feel his smirk as he nipped her earlobe. His right arm was now around her waist, pressing her against his growing erection. "But then again, you build them with the purpose of them to be used during my training, so I think you got quite a good test, don't you agree?" Bulma nodded again and felt how his tail began to retreat, leaving her skin burning. His husky voice had made a ball of desire in her stomach, and she was disappointed when he suddenly let go of her and the warmth of his body disappeared behind her. She wanted to turn around but didn't dare. Something told her she should wait for him to tell her what to do. Bulma jumped a foot back in surprise as Vegeta suddenly stood before her. His smirk grew a bit wider by her reaction. He opened his mouth and was about to say something as the intercom beeped.

Vegeta growled in the back of his throat, annoyed by the disturbance as he was just about to have some fun with the woman while showing her never to challenge him ever again. He pressed the answer button and could hear how the woman quickly moved to get out of sight from whoever called. "Yes?"

"Lord Vegeta, it is time for Ms. Brief's check-up." The white-skinned alien at the monitor was the alien he had decided on making the personal medic for the woman. She was one of the best medics in Freeza's former army and she had helped Vegeta with different kind of supplies to help treat his wounds when Freeza had beaten him and not let him get into a regenerationtank. She was one of the very few he dared put a small amount of trust in. "There was no one answering on your private room's intercom, so I took the liberty of contacting you, my lord, believing Ms. Brief is with you?"

"She is; I will bring her in a moment." The medic nodded to salute him before ending the call. Vegeta turned around and saw the woman on her way out of the GR. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked after grabbing her around the waist.

"To get some clothes on," she said and tried to get out of his grasp. "I could recognize Launyr, so I believe we're about to head off to the medical wing?" Vegeta clenched his teeth as he felt her nude bottom press against his erection once again. 'I define how long a moment is.'

Bulma yelped in surprise and slightly in pain as Vegeta pressed her against the wall just beside the door into the GR. "Clever now, aren't you?" She felt his tail once again on her thighs as his free hand grabbed her hair and forced her head backwards and to the side. As he started to kiss her Bulma felt the slight feeling of disappointment the interruption had given her disappear completely but something else than pure lust took its place. She worried for a moment what Launyr would think when they showed up later than expected but the worry also made her a bit more exited as it almost seemed forbidden to enjoy the near feverish-hot kiss she was sharing with him right now.

An even hotter feeling spread throughout her body as Vegeta's tail found its favorite spot on her body and started working its magic. It only took a few seconds for it to be soaked in Bulma's fluids as her breathing started to become heavier. His left hand traveled from her waist to her breasts and made electricity flow through her as he squeezed and fondled them while his tail continued its sweet assault of her womanhood. Bulma broke of the kiss even though it was almost impossible to let out a moan when the furrish sensation of the tail inside of her made her knees buckle slightly under her. She leaned her forehead against the wall when Vegeta let go of her hair and pushed her body even more against his, silently begging him to stop teasing her and start taking her.

The sound of his trainingshorts moving against skin almost made her moan as she knew he would soon fill her with his throbbing member. Vegeta's tail left her hot center and was almost instantly replaced by his rockhard erection. Bulma cried out in pleasure as he filled her out completely, making her head shot backwards. She could hear Vegeta's low moans and feel his breath on her neck and it made her even hotter. The room was soon filled with loud moans and cries of pleasure as they both climbed towards their climax. Suddenly the pleasurable sounds died out a bit and were replaced by a disappointed growl from Bulma as Vegeta pulled himself completely out of her. She felt his hands on her hips and was swirled around. The wall felt cold against her back as Vegeta grabbed her legs and made her fold them behind his back before forcefully pushing himself all the way inside of her.

He stood unmoving for a second as they leaned their foreheads against each other, Bulma's eyes closed while her breaths hit his face and made him even more lightheaded. He began to move slowly, making her moan once again before increasing his pace and making her scream. Vegeta could feel her inner walls start to tighten as the first wave of her climax hit her. Encouraged by it he began to ram even harder into her making her unable to scream anymore before her orgasm hit her fully. She tightened her arms and legs even more around him as she screamed his name into his ears, helping him find his own release.

"Please leave, Lord Vegeta," Launyr said impatiently and crossed two of her four arms in front of her. The saiyan was trying to look unaffected, but she knew he was fuming on the inside. Stitching a person together so many times over the years makes you quite good at deciphering him. She turned into her first language, not wanting to embarrass Ms. Brief more than necessary before saying: "Even though I can clearly tell why you took more than half an hour to get here, a medical examination isn't something people want other to witness, so please leave Prince Vegeta!" A frown manifested in the face of her lord, but she didn't care. He knew far too well how a great sense of smell made it possible to tell a lot about the people around you, and her sense of smell was ten times greater than his.

"Call me as soon as you're done." He turned around and left the room, making Launyr shake her head before turning her focus to her patient. She had come to like the earthling and was glad she had been the only one on the embassy at Kalion to speak Japanese, as she believed that was also one of the reasons she had been assigned as her personal medic. She didn't know the circumstances of the strange relationship between Ms. Brief and Prince Vegeta, but she was sure of one thing: Ms. Brief loved the prince – she was almost certain it was unrequired – and the prince was determined to impregnate her, thus the medical check-up every third week.

"So, Ms. Brief…"

"Bulma."

Launyr smiled and shook her head once again. "Ms. Brief, would you please take of your clothes and step into the regenerationtank?" The blue-haired woman shot her an irritated glance before starting to undress. She had insisted in a long time to be called by name, but Launyr knew better. If she started to do so when her lord was not around she could someday slip when he was around, and addressing his… concubine?... by her first name unless he did so himself would be outrageous. And to call her 'woman' as Launyr had heard him do was something she couldn't bring herself to do.

"What did you tell him to make him look so pissed off?" Ms. Brief asked as she got into the regenerationtank, which also could be used to just measure all vitals of a person.

"I just asked him politely to leave," she lied. She didn't know if Ms. Brief knew how sensitive a saiyan nose was, and she didn't plan on telling her how sensitive her own was. It almost always made the people around her very conscious about their body-odor and thereby nervous around her. It was obvious that the earthling didn't believe her, but she did not press the subject any further.

After a couple of minutes the regenerationtank started to pump out the water and Launyr's tablet blinked with the incoming information. The blue-haired woman took off the oxygen-supply and grabbed a towel before walking towards her pile of clothes at the table next to Launyr.

"All your readings are great Ms. Brief," she said and scrolled trough the readings already knowing the answer to what the earthling would like to know.

"And?"

"I would suggest you start eating more beef and vegetables which contains iron and vitamin K." She could see the blue eyes of Ms. Brief were shining, but the earthwoman clearly didn't want to get her hopes up high without being certain. "I'm not a hybrid-expert, but that's what I would suggest a saiyan-woman to eat during her pregnancy."

Launyr almost wanted to cover her ears because of the scream of joy the woman let out as she threw her arms around Launyr's neck. "Can you see if it's a boy or a girl?"

"No not yet," she said and smiled to at the happy woman. "But I will let you know as soon as possible."

Vegeta looked at the stars. It had been a long time since he had last done so after starting to eat in his bedroom. He had almost forgotten how the sight helped him to think. And right now he didn't know if that was good or bad. To be left alone with one's thoughts was not always the best.

He didn't know where he was heading. He had even said so himself a couple of months ago when the woman had asked him. For the first time in his entire life he had no idea what he was doing. He knew he would eventually get his planet and people back, but when was unsure. He had always had a goal and had had something to do to achieve that goal: To kill Freeza, Kakarrot and Cold had been achievable by training, getting his planet and people would have been achievable by the dragonballs, getting to know the truth had been achievable by traveling to Planet Kalion…

Now his goal was once again to get back his planet and people, but this time it was achievable by getting the woman pregnant. And even though he did enjoy a great fuck it frustrated him to not be able to do anything more to make it happen. And when it finally happened he would have to wait half a year without having anything to do.

And then what? When it finally happened and the six months went by, then what? He knew he had to kill his father – even if the saiyan costume didn't dictated the prince to kill the king to take over his place he would have done it. After becoming king he would use his time to expand his empire. But what about the woman and the brat? He had no use of any of them when his goal was achieved. Normally he would have killed a person after being done with him or her, but something stopped him. He could have gotten his planet back without her meddling, as a matter of fact it might even had been easier, but she had given him something more, even though he didn't like to admit it.

She had given him the chance to be normal. She had been the first to tease him to have fun with him instead of doing it to make fun of him. She had been the first person he could act around like Vegeta, just Vegeta, not Prince Vegeta, Lord Vegeta or anything else…

But he was a prince, the prince of all saiyans – he had no use of being normal! As soon as he could call himself king of all saiyans the woman would be useless. He decided to let her take a pod back to earth; she would be the only alien to ever set foot on Planet Vegeta and then leave the planet again not as a slave. But the brat… He knew pleasure-slaves were being neutered for a reason; the council was very attentive about not letting saiyan-blood be mixed with alien-blood. They would either try to send the child away or even kill it… Kakarrot's son had been incredibly strong for his age compared to his hybrid-status and the fact that he had never received proper saiyan training. If just the brat got the typical saiyan-look like Kakarrot's had done, it would be possible to fool the council…

But then she would be send away alone. He would have given her what she desired most and then take it away from her. Thoughts of his own mother started to sneak into his mind, and Vegeta angrily tried to keep them at bay. She had cried so many times because she had been denied access to where her son was – he had heard her through the door on countless nights, when she had tried and come to tell him goodnight. Maybe those forgotten memories had been the subconscious reason to why he had always killed off children and their mother together where other purgers had taken the children and given them to Freeza as slaves. He had never separated a child from its mother, not deliberately at least. But for the first time he considered it. Heck, it would be his as well! His mother's cry suddenly filled his ears, making him remember all those times he had felt his hatred towards his father increase because of that cry…

"I know!" he roared and jumped out of the chair. He could see his own reflection in the window. His tail was lashing angrily behind him, his coal-black eyes shot dark lightning and his clenched fists were hanging tense down his sides. He couldn't do it… As much as he would like an heir or a princess he couldn't do as his father and separate the child and the woman. He started pacing back and forth while his mind kept on working. It would also make him just like those lowly earthlings who had taken their child before it had even been born….

Vegeta stopped dead in his track. He had never had that thought before. 'Our child…' He stood unmoving for a long time, his face just a mask of emptiness as he didn't know what to express. 'My child! They killed it!' His face started to show the anger, which had started to grow inside of him as his mind finally recognize the child from the woman's alternate timeline as his. "They killed my son!" he whispered, his voice not hiding his deadly intensions. Now he had a goal, something he had to do while waiting for his planet and people to be resurrected! "They will pay…"

He was about to go to the intercom to tell the bridge their new destination – not that they had had one before – but was distracted when the door slid open to reveal the blue-haired woman.

Bulma could almost feel how her eyes sparkled when the door slid open, revealing the grand room. Launyr was just behind her, she had shown her the way as Bulma hadn't walked the corridors alone for a long time – not since using her timestopper – and she was afraid to get lost. They had decided on going to Vegeta to tell him the news instead of summoning him, but as she saw his foul expression Bulma was no longer sure how great an idea it was.

"What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to contact me as soon as you were done?" he snarled. Bulma flinched a bit by his tone but she couldn't understand what he was saying.

"I have done so my lord, I just contacted you by going to you." Launyr knew she was dancing with fire, but Ms. Brief had been so eager to go Lord Vegeta instead of summoning him, and she had ended up agreeing. "Excuse me, Lord Vegeta, Ms. Brief," she said in Japanese before walking down the corridor, leaving the two of them alone.

Bulma took a few steps into the room and heard the door close behind her. She looked at Vegeta and could see how annoyed he was by the way Launyr had acted, but she didn't care. Even though his reaction would never be as the one she had gotten on Earth, she was still sure he would be glad as she said: "I'm pregnant!"

She looked into his eyes and saw the annoyance disappear but it was only replaced by… emptiness. "Finally," he said and her mind went completely blank for a second. Then she was hit by anger and turned around in order to leave the room. She was hurt by how he seemed not to care, but little did she know the chaos of thoughts and emotions she had just ignited in Vegeta.

REVENGE! For all of you who have been asking for it, it will be done! I haven't gotten any idea how I should put it into the story, but suddenly it hit me: Vegeta would be like a caged animal if he had to just wait for half a year without being able to do anything. So, thank you for being persistent about revenge, it ended up helping me out.

Next chapter will probably be uploaded today too; I just have to proofread actually. Please review or send me a PM to tell me how I'm doing!