Oh my god! I fell off the face of the earth and I am so sorry! A whole year+ from not hearing from me? Bad author. Can you ever forgive me? .

Life man, it tends to happen and kick you in the ass.

But anywho! I come with a new chapter! Hope you enjoy! Again huge thanks you MariIvyFenta for being my beta and making sure this story get posted at its absolute best.

No trigger warnings in this chapter, just language and a good bombshell of a surprise.

Anywho! enjoy!

Ch.12- What the actual fuck

She found herself flat on her back in the mud and hay. Again.

The sound of Vegeta's feet by her head made Bulma groan. She scrunched her face as she pried one eye open and looked up at his towering form.

Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest as he peered down at her. "Did you even try to block that time?" He asked, one of his brows arched high with judgment.

Bulma scoffed. "Yes," she snipped out as she slowly rolled over onto her hands and knees. "But! It does not matter how much I block when you hit like a fucking rhinoceros! I'm going to go flying and land on my back no matter what!"

"Tch, I have no idea what a rhinoceros is. But it must be a ferocious beast if you say I hit like one."

"It'll knock you on your ass, that's for sure," Bulma grunted as she pushed herself up onto her feet.

"Well, you need to learn to take the hit and roll to your feet faster. None of the warriors on the battlefield are going to go easy on you. The moment you are down and show weakness, they will take advantage and strike to kill."

Bulma huffed as she brought her hands back up. "So you keep telling me."

Vegeta nodded to her as he took up a fighting position again. "Make sure you get back to your feet before I strike at you when you are down. Or better yet, don't fall down when you get hit."

Bulma rolled her eyes but nodded her understanding and prepared herself for his attack. She was able to successfully block his first few hits, dodge a couple, and may have thrown a few of her own- never landing one of course. But she was still throwing them. The moment she got cocky and thought she was finally getting the hang of it, he gave her the quick one-two and knocked her on her ass again.

The wind was knocked out of her as she hit the ground, costing her those few seconds that she needed to roll and get back to her feet. And before she knew it, Vegeta was on her. His thick thighs braced her on either side of her hips, one of his firm hands holding her hands above her head while the other had a tight grip around her neck. Holding her firmly in place. His face hovered just inches from hers, his breath mixing with hers as he whispered the words, "you're dead."

Butterflies danced about in her stomach from the position Vegeta was holding her in. His manly scent invaded her senses and caused her brain to malfunction for a hot second. She got lost in his dark ebony eyes as they slowly traced over her face and landed on her lips. His head ever so slightly tilted to the side.

'Oh my god, is he seriously staring at my lips right now?'

Testing her theory, she slowly darted her tongue out, wetting her lips, before pulling her bottom one in and capturing it between her teeth. She watched as Vegeta's pupils dilated just before they snapped back up and away from her tempting lips.

'He totally was staring at my lips! But why? No, better yet. Why am I tempting him with a lip bite?'

He said something to her, his breath dancing over her now wet lips, making them tingle with need.

"What?" She whispered back.

"I said, you're dead." He growled. "And that was a terrible attempt at rolling away."

"Right," her throat bobbed against his hand as she tried to swallow down her nerves. His grip tightened ever so slightly, causing her breath to hitch.

Vegeta's eyes dropped to her lips again. A soft rumble of a growl sounded in his chest. He snapped his eyes to hers as he pulled his hand from her throat. His other hand tightened around the two above her head. He pulled her up as he stood, and once she was on her own two feet, he released her hands.

"One last try Princess," Vegeta said as he dropped down into his fighting stance. "And if you are unable to roll back onto your feet before I can pin you to the ground-" He spread his hands out and gave a small shrug, a sly smirk playing on his lips.

Bulma dropped into her own fighting stance, "Then what?" She growled.

Vegeta's smirk widened. "Then I guess you don't get another hint about what type of woman I want."

Bulma's jaw dropped. "You said you would give me one every day after I trained with you!"

Vegeta tutted at her waving his index finger slowly. "I said I would give you one only if you had put good effort into your training with me. And today you are doing very poorly. Even Kakarots brat over there is doing better than you." Vegeta said mockingly as he nodded his head in the direction of Kakarot and his son Gohan as they trained.

Bulma looked over to the father-son training session. Vegeta was right, Young Gohan was putting up a much better fight than she. Actually landing hits against his father and everything.

Suddenly a fist was heading straight for her face. Out of pure instinct- or more like luck, Bulma was able to dodge the flying fist.

"What the hell, Vegeta!" Bulma yelled as she shot a glare at the prince.

"Never take your eyes off your opponent," Vegeta shot back as he sent another punch her way.

Bulma growled as she lifted her arm, successfully blocking his strike. "Well, my bad for looking at what you were pointing to. I thought you were trying to show me something!" The two of them began circling each other, Bulma never taking her eyes off Vegeta. Patiently waiting for his next attack.

Vegeta smirked at her. "You're telling me you are that easily distracted? You know that in the heat of battle, there will be distractions everywhere." He took a quick step toward her, forcing her to dance away and out of his reach. His smirk widened, and a spark of pride lit up in his chest. 'She's learning quickly.' He thought to himself as he sent her another volley of attacks- which she was able to dodge or block each time. True, he was going crazy easy on her. But she was still improving. 'She needs to be a fast learner in order to survive the raids. Or to be the powerful Queen that I see her as, sitting by my side.'

"No matter what," Vegeta continued as he kept up his onslaught of attacks. "Always keep your eyes on your opponent. Until you know for a fact that they are dead." With that, he hit her square in the chest, sending her flying onto her back.

Bulma landed hard, and the breath from her lungs left her in a gust. She saw Vegeta quickly approaching her, about to pin her down again. With a determined growl, she rolled to her left as fast as she could. But even that was too slow.

Once again, Vegeta had her pinned down. But this time, straddling her from behind. And now her breath left her for an entirely different reason. Because, if she didn't know any better, that was his thick hard length that she felt putting pressure between her cheeks. Not only that, but Vegeta snaked his fingers through her hair. Starting from the base of her skull and making his way to the back of her head, getting a nice firm grip on her hair. He lifted her upper body, forcing her to arch her back and prop herself up onto her elbows.

She let out a startled cry, but not from pain. Her body was giving her a completely different reaction to this situation than what she expected. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and her breath was shaking, and her core... Her core was hot and tight.

Vegeta leaned his face dangerously close to hers, his lips skating across her cheek as he spoke. "You're dead again, Princess." His voice no louder than a deep growl.

Bulma gulped down her nerves and slowly wetted her lips before she attempted to speak. Vegeta's predatory eyes zeroed in on her lips as her tongue darted out between them.

"At least I rolled away this time," Bulma said breathlessly. "Didn't just stay flat on my back."

Vegeta let out a small chuckle. "True," he whispered. His lips still a breath away from her cheek. "But you were still unable to get away from me, nor stop me from pinning you down to the ground." With another chuckle he snaked his other arm around her waist, bringing her up to her feet as he stood up, keeping her back flush against his chest.

With his fist still gripping her hair, he pulled her head back, fully exposing her neck to him. Slowly, he ran his nose down the side of her neck, taking in her intoxicating scent, causing the little woman in his arms to take in a shaky gasp.

"You're not putting up much of a fight right now, Princess," Vegeta whispered as he lifted his head away from her neck, looking back at her face.

Bulma's eyes snapped open, Vegeta's statement snapping her back into the present. Because he was right, she was totally melting into his dominating embrace. Her knees going weak and everything.

"And why is that?" Vegeta pushed, his voice still no louder than a whisper, creeping awfully close to a seductive purr. "Are you distracted by something again?"

Bulma growled as she began to wiggle in his hold. 'Fucking ass hole! He knows exactly what he is doing!' And what is wrong with her?

Falling for it and melting into him like that. It's not like he was holding her tenderly like Yamcha does. The way she likes to be held. He is holding her very aggressively! With a fist full of her hair and everything! She hates it.

That's right, she hates it and needs to get away from him right now!

But before she could do anything to really fight her way out of his hold, Vegeta let her go and pushed her away from him. Causing her to stumble on her feet slightly. With a growl, Bulma spun around to face him again. Baring her teeth at him in anger.

"I'd say that is the end of training for you for one day," Vegeta said as he turned away from her. Making his way over to where Kakarot and Raditz were now training. Young Gohan now panting on the ground outside of the training area. "Go socialize with the women, or whatever you do to find me that replacement wife."

Bulma stomped her foot in frustration. But he was right, her whole body was crazy sore now. The number of times that man knocked her to the ground and pinned her there. Let's just say... It was a lot. She lost track of how many times. So no matter how much she wanted to run to him and beat the crap out of him, she could not.

So with a sigh, she reluctantly turned around and exited the training area. It wasn't until she was a few feet from the training area that she realized he did not give her her next hint of what type of woman he wanted. She turned back around to yell at him only to stop short once she laid her eyes on all of the man muscle.

All three of them were sparring now. Muscles clenching, sweat glistening, cocky chuckles, and angry grunts.

Ya, there was no getting into the middle of that. She will just have to wait to get her next hint from him later. For now, she'll go see the seer for her next lesson of the day.

The sound of clanking bones announced her arrival.

"Bardock," Bulma called.

The seer was lazily sitting by the hearth in his little hut, feet propped on the edge of the stone border, dangerously close to the dancing flames. He was idly carving something into stone, his head facing straight forward and the bloody cloth tightly wrapped around his eyes.

"You know," Bardock said as he slanted his head in her direction. "I think it is time I send you over to my wife for your lessons to learn the language of this time." He slowly ran his fingers over the stone he was carving, feeling his work for any needed improvements. "I actually believe it is well past time to send you to her. Don't really know why she has not approached you herself."

Bulma arched one of her slender eyebrows. "Why would I go to your wife for my language lessons? You're the only one in this village who knows how to speak Japanese"

Bardock did not reply, only shooting her a knowing smirk.

Bulma's brows now scrunched together, her confusion deepening. "Correction, you are the only one on this continent that knows Japanese. Because if my calculations are correct about what time frame I am in right now, which they are never wrong, the Japanese have not been anywhere near this continent for another couple hundred years."

Bardock still did not reply, keeping that now annoying smirk on his face.

Bulma huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Unless you had taught her how to speak Japanese fluently like yourself. Starting like a good couple years ago before I showed my beautiful face around here."

Bardock chuckled. "Believe it or not, the Gods did not give me the ability to know any and all languages. When my eyesight was taken I was only given the gift of sight. And it was she, my wife, who taught me how to speak Japanese."

Flabbergasted, Bulma's brows shot up to her hairline. "Excuse me, what? How is that even possible? As I said, the Japanese don't make contact with Norway or anything over in this direction for another couple of hundred years."

Bardock just chuckled again, returning to his carving as he tilted his head away from her. The only sign that he gave that he was no longer paying attention to her.

"Oh no! uh-uh!" Bulma nearly yelled as she stomped her way over to the seer and plopped her butt on the wooden stool in front of him. "You don't get to give me a confusing as hell bombshell like that and then turn away from me!"

"Why not? I believe it is my job as a seer to do just that." Bardock stated, still keeping his face tilted away from her.

Bulma fumed as she glared at Bardock. Something was so not computing right now, and she was having a very hard time connecting unconnectable dots.

"Fine!" Bulma yelled as she threw her hands in the air in defeat. "I'll go ask your wife! Since you won't answer my question and are just going to leave me in utter confusion."

Bardock nodded his head in agreement. "Yes, you do that."

Bulma stood from the wooden stool and began marching out of the hut. But just before she stuck her arm out to part the hanging bones, she paused. Maybe there was one question he might answer her that could help shed some light on the situation.

She spun back around, crossing her arms over her chest again.

"Yes?" Bardock asked, still idly carving at the stone in his hand, his face still directed away from her.

"At least answer this one question, before I see your wife and embark on a weirdly confusing conversation."

Bardock nodded his head, signaling for her to ask her question.

"How did you meet your wife?"

Bardock smiled as he finally turned his face back in her direction. "That is a very random question."

"Yes, well. You Vikings love telling stories. So please, before I leave, tell me the story of how you and your wife met."

"Ha Ha," Bardock gave her a wide smile. "I see the trap you set for me here. Alright," He gestured toward to wooden stool before him. "Sit and listen."

Bulma sat back on the stool, a triumphant smile on her face. She just knows that this story will somehow shed some light. Because she has a gut feeling that they did not meet just randomly crossing paths in the village, or him buying some fish from her father or something like that.

Bardock took a deep breath and let it out heavily as he set the stone he was working on to the side. "I was not always the village seer," He started. "I use to be a blacksmith. And the best damn blacksmith this village ever saw." He smirked with pride as he thought back to that time of his life.

"The day I met my wife, I was working on a gift to the King and Queen. An axe, the axe that Prince Vegeta still uses to this day, believe it or not. I was making them this axe because I knew deep down that one day, they were going to have a son, and that the young Prince was going to need a reliable weapon. True, he was not born until a few years after it was made, but that axe is the strongest that has ever been made. Some say that it is imbued with magic," Bardock gave a nonchalant shrug. "Or something like that."

He let out another sigh before continuing. "Just as I was striking down my hammer for the last time, this unbelievable light and flames burst from the sparks. Attacking my face, burning my eyes, and charing the skin around them." He reached up behind his head and untied the bloody cloth. As he lowered the cloth from his face, his hazy ash-colored eyes stared directly at her. The skin all around his eyes, partly up his forehead and down his cheeks was badly scared from the burns of the fire.

"I was instantly blinded and could no longer see. I went into a panic, stumbling around, knocking shit all over the place. But the next thing I know... there were these gentle soft hands on my face. They were the softest hands I've ever felt. And this soothing voice speaking to me." He paused as he began fiddling with the bloody cloth in his hands. "True, I did not understand a damn word that she was saying, but her voice was soothing nonetheless, and I could not help but reach out to her and allow her to anchor me from my panic. I had no idea where she came from or what language she was speaking. All I knew at that moment was that she was not going to be leaving my side. And she never did. We taught each other our languages, and next thing you know... we were getting married, and I was going to be a father."

"And I believe that it was that same fire that took my eye-sight away was the same thing that then gave me the sight that I have now. A gift from Oden. It is why I make a sacrifice to Oden every day and dip this cloth in the blood of the sacrifice, and wrap it around my eyes in thanks for the gift he had bestowed on me." Bardock smirked at Bulma as he lifted the cloth back up to his face and re-tied it in place.

"Did my story enlighten you in some way?" Bardock asked as he tilted his head to the side, a knowing smirk still on his face.

Bulma sat there staring at him for a bit, slowly processing everything he said.

"You know," She said as she slowly stood from her seat, Bardocks face followed her as she rose. "I think that it might have." She turned and began to make her way back to the exit. She stopped and turned to him, "Thank you," she whispered as she walked through the hanging bones, causing them all to chime together.

Bardock chuckled once more as he reached down and picked up the stone he was working on and got back to carving into it. "Sorry, Gine, no more hiding for you."

There is no way that this is possible.

No way that what she is thinking she's thinking... is possible.

But there could be no other explanation.

The only way for her to find out... was to confront Gine, Bardock's wife. The mother of Raditz and Kakarot, and grandmother of little Gohan, and possibly... impossibly possibly be the one person she thinks she might be.

There's no way.

But if she is! OOOH-ho-ho-ho! They are going to have words!

Bulma stopped just before reaching Chichi and Kakarots home, knowing full well that Chichi and Gine were just inside. Preparing a meal for when the rest of their family came back home. They were both excellent chefs and surprisingly good chefs for this day and age.

Just like someone else that she knew...

But she could not just barge in there fuming and angry like she was, she had to approach this cautiously. Taking a deep calming breath and letting it out through her nose, she plastered a smile onto her face and marched herself up to the door.

She lightly knocked on the door before slowly pushing it open. "Hello, Chichi, Gine," Bulma called as she entered the cozy little home. "May I come in?"

"Oh, Bulma!" Chichi exclaimed as she spotted her. "Yes, please, do come in. You're just in time."

Bulma walked in, her smile easing into a much warmer smile as she spotted the woman fussing about her kitchen.

"Why don't you sit just there next to Gine and help her descale the fish for supper," Chichi said with a flailing hand as she hovered over her cooking pot. "Are you and Vegeta still having supper with us tonight?" Chichi asked as she brought a wooden spoon to her mouth for a taste test. Something must have tasted off because the woman tutted and began looking about her kitchen for what she needed.

Chichi had invited Bulma and Vegeta over for a family dinner night. When Bardock and Gine came over for dinner, along with Raditz. The whole family spends one night a week together, instead of in their separate homes. Chichi thought it would be good to invite Bulma and Vegeta, because of how much time Bulma has to spend with Bardock with her language lessons.

"Yes, we are," Bulma said with a warm smile. "Thank you so much for the invite."

Chichi gave her another flailing hand wave as she continued to search her kitchen for what she needed.

Bulma turned her sights to Gine, her warm smile still in place, but her eyes turned predatory as she slowly sank into the seat across from Gine. She slowly grabbed a fish and a sharp knife, never taking her eyes off the older woman in front of her, studying her.

She did look just like her, looked so much like her that she could be her mother. Or a very far-off relative, like she first believed when she came to this time.

Gine lifted her eyes from the fish she was working on, a blank look on her face. And if Bulma wasn't studying her so closely she would have missed the subtle flex of her throat as she took a nervous gulp or the small drop of sweat that was slowly making its way down her temple.

The older woman in front of her was nervous. Nervous, like she was hiding something. Hiding something from Bulma.

Bulma widened her smile as she slowly took her necklace off, allowing her to speak Japanese. "Gine, Bardock told me that you know how to speak Japanese."

Gine gave a warm smile of her own. "Did he now?" She responded, also speaking in Japanese.

"Yes," Bulma said slowly as she began to scrape the scales off of her fish. "But the interesting part of what he told me, was that you were the one to teach him Japanese." Gine flinched at that, her hand stopping mid-scrape. "Would you please tell me how that is... Gine? How is there someone in a Viking village who can speak Japanese, a few hundred years before the Japanese even get close to this continent?"

Gine gave her fish a few quick scrapes, fully completing to descale it. She placed it to the side, on top of a small collection of descaled fish, and stood up from her seat.

"Chichi," Gine said, gaining the woman's attention. She was too busy scuttling about her kitchen to notice the two other women speaking another language. "Okkur vantar fleiri fisk. Ég og Bulma munum koma aftur með fleiri."

("We are going to need some more fish. Bulma and I will be back with some more.")

Without the necklace that Bardock had made for her, Bulma reverts back to not understanding what everyone was saying. True, she caught a few words here and there, her language lessons helping her improve quite a bit. Hopefully, soon she will no longer need to wear the necklace to be able to understand everyone.

"Ó! þvílík dásamleg hugmynd! við getum aldrei haft of mikinn fisk. Karlarnir hafa mjög gaman af að borða." Chichi responded, sending them off with more hand flailing.

("Oh! What a wonderful idea! We can never have too much fish. The men really do like to eat.")

Gine gave a nod of understanding and started to head toward the door. "Follow me, Bulma," she said, reverting back to Japanese. "We are going to go... get more fish."

Bulma stood from her seat and followed Gine out of the house. It was not that long of a trek until they reached the waters' edge of the fjord. And once they did, Gine spun around and embraced Bulma in a tight hug, a sob shaking her shoulders.

"Oh my god, B!" Gine gasped between her sobs. "You have no idea how much I fucking missed you!"

Shocked to all hell, Bulma slowly lifted her arms to grab the woman hugging her.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait," Bulma said as she slowly pulled Gine away. A river of tears now flowed down the woman's face. "So I'm right! It is you!" Bulma yelled as her eyes bounced back and forth between Gine's. Desperately searching for an answer.

Gine gave Bulma a sheepish grin as she nodded her head yes.

"You are my Gine! My best friend, Gine! The Gine from where I am from!" Bulma yelled, trying to get a full clarification on who she was looking at.

Gine choked out another sob as she nodded her head yes again. "It's me, B."

Bulma stood there holding her friend for a long minute- completely and utterly shocked to her core.

"What the actual Fuck!" Bulma yelled once everything clicked together. "How! Explain yourself!"

Gine laughed softly as she whipped the tears away from her face. "It's a bit of a long story."

"Well, apparently, we are out here to get more fish. So I say you have plenty of time to explain how the fuck you are here." Bulma said as she planted her hands on her hips. "And you are totally mistaken if you think I will let you not tell me every detail of how and why."

Gine nodded her agreement as she looped her arm in with Bulma, and the two of them started walking to a good fishing spot.

And there is the chapter! worth the wait? I hope so, next chapter is already almost done so I wont make you wait crazy long for the next one. This is a smidge of a cliffhanger.

Let me know what you think! And I will see you next time.