Chapter 14

"Humph, depends on what you mean. Now in about a half-hour I'm sure we'll have all those fools here anyway," said Vegeta.

"You sense them?" she asked.

"You know better than to ask foolish questions, Bulma," said Vegeta. She laid her head on his shoulder and then squeezed him tightly. He let out an annoyed sigh as she clung to him shaking.

"How can I want to kill you in one breath and fuck you in the next?" she sighed.

"Because you've got impeccable taste in mates, Bulma," he smirked.

"Bastard," she mumbled as he carried her as if she weighed nothing.

"We have a half hour. I intend to remind you whom you belong to. So you won't forget it. And don't EVER conceal ANYTHING from me again. I'd rather not have to get angry," Vegeta said.

"Never again," she promised.

Her fingers pulled at the buttons of his shirt. Vegeta smirked and swooped down over Capsule corps, landing somewhere inside the garden. At the top of a tree, he gently lowered her and then drifted just inside the branches to set them both on top. His hands tightened on her body, squeezing her through the red sweater.

"I hate your hair like this," he hissed.

"You were in space when I did it. And you just now noticed you jackass?" she mumbled.

"Change it," he mumbled, leaning in and kissing her lips briefly. "And I also hate this red sweater."

"Ugh… MEN," she growled, as Vegeta tugged off the yellow vest and tossed it down. "HEY!" she yelped, as he slid his hands down and grabbed the edge of her red sweater. Bulma was forced to raise both hands over her head as he tugged it up and off her face roughly.

"MUCH better," he hissed, reaching forwards to cup her breasts and give them a gentle squeeze through her bra. Bulma felt the heat spreading to all parts of her body at his words.

"I can't stand it,” she gasped. Vegeta grunted with annoyance and sat down on the branch. He pulled her roughly so she sat across his legs. Bulma shifted and squirmed, but Vegeta realized she was trying to get close to him by pulling her legs around. So he lifted her hips and planted her so she straddled him more comfortably.

"Any more complaints?" he snarled in her ear.

"None," she whispered, scooting so she rested herself right against his pelvis. Locking her arms around his neck, she turn her face to the side to kiss him hard. He bit down lightly on her tongue, groaning as he slid his hands up and down her spine. Urgently he thrust his tongue into her mouth with a kiss that devoured her breath itself, replacing it with gusts of his own. Squealing through their embrace, she tangled her fingers in his hair, and tugged the back of his neck. His fingers clenched hard, reaching down to cup her backside. Clothes soon hung on the lower branches below them.

"I'm surprised you humans were fool enough to leave the trees in your evolution. I suppose THAT'S why you lost your tails," he teased.

"You guys didn't have trees did you? The gravity and all."

"We left on our own accord, and when we were ready," he whispered, hissing with delight as she squeezed the muscles in his neck. Both knew what the other wanted, and she wasted no time. At first, he wanted to snarl that she no longer had her hands on his back, because he loved how she was scratching him with those fingers. Yet he nodded his assent when he felt her returning the caresses he'd so freely given minutes before.

"I wish you still had your tail. Because I could think of a few uses," Bulma whispered. Vegeta's snicker shivered her, and she saw from his amused glance that he had somehow heard them.

"Perhaps we shall find a way around that, eh?" he whispered back, biting on her ears and suckling lightly with his tongue.

Every bit of his body hummed with power that sought to frighten her. In a second, the energy surged between them, balancing out so she shared in a piece of the bluish white ki crackling in her mind. This time she could smell the ozone as a thin bluish white glow temporarily surged over him, to encompass her before vanishing beneath her skin.

"The brat needs it," he muttered against her mouth. Lacing his fingers with hers, he lifted his hands above their heads. She twined her legs around his waist and gasped when she realized they were levitating in the cover of the tree. Absolute trust was needed because Vegeta was the only thing holding her up from plummeting to certain death far below. Right now, he had risen to the height of the tree, just hidden behind its top and the dome of Capsule.

He buried his face in her neck, nudging aside her scarf. Whimpering she felt the sensation of his energies surging through her frail body to strengthen it for what lay ahead. Bulma sobbed with a great gasp as her teeth sank into his neck simultaneously to his in hers. The rusty taste of blood surged past her lips and she drank once more of his love. They renewed their bond and restored their trust in the branches of the tree. The Saiyan prince made love to his mate once more, reminding her who she belonged to, and who belonged to her.

A good while later, the couple sat on the branch together, cuddling. Bulma squealed as Vegeta kissed her, and then sighed deeply. They sat together for a while, panting and catching their breaths. Vegeta noticed she was covered in sweat and shivering in the approaching night. Unbuttoning his shirt, he handed it to her, "Here... cover yourself with this. You need it more than I."

"Vegeta you're silly... it's YOUR shirt."

"I don't want anyone else seeing what's mine," Vegeta snarled, squeezing her to him.

"What?"

"I sense someone's ki. They’re EARLY."

"Whose?" she asked as Vegeta picked her up and carried her up in a swift movement.

"Stay THERE!" Vegeta barked, setting her on the balcony. "And put some clothes on... I'm going to find whoever it is!"

"It could be Goku."

"Stay there, I'll be back," Vegeta said quickly. Bulma blushed at the sound of his words. Grumbling Vegeta shot down in a half second, gloriously bare chested.

She rushed indoors to find something to wear, and gave a squeal when she caught her reflection in the mirror. Her long curly hair suddenly had lost some of its tightness, matting into a mess. Sighing, Bulma set about grabbing her straightening iron to make it presentable. Her mind flashed with multiple questions simultaneously while her body hummed with the afterglow of Vegeta's ki.

"He's addictive," she mumbled, rubbing her belly. She buttoned her blouse and slipped on a clean pair of jeans.

A sizzling explosion rocked the house. Bulma squealed, rushing out across her room to slide the balcony door open. Smoke rose from somewhere in the back yard. She heard Vegeta's frustrated shouts as he hurled a ki blast at a streaking target that zipped out from around the rear of the building.

"VEGETA!" she screamed. "What the hell?

"Stay THERE Bulma!” Vegeta yelled. He shot past after a streaking blur of blue and black. To her surprise, she saw the blur stop immediately before her balcony, and throw up his hands to deflect something. Vegeta zipped up to a height where he was almost invisible. A loud shout sounded from the youth that zipped right in front of her. She squealed and clutched her chest as Trunks crossed his wrists in front of him and deflected the blast.

"Oh shit!" she screamed, trembling. Opening her eye, she saw she wasn't dead, and glanced right at a scabbard and sword slung over the back of the Capsule corps jacket, and followed down to a muscular jeans covered backside. Suddenly the boy threw his arms wide, then slashed them multiple times before his face. Then a blast of royal blue ki shot upwards vertically.

A second zoomed down from a gleaming star above. Trunk's ki ball slammed into the beam shooting down, exploding in a supernova of blinding white. Throwing himself over the railing, Trunks tossed his arm around Bulma's shoulder and pulled her down.

"Mom!" he screamed. "Get down!"

"What... who... where?" she gasped. Trunk's hand snapped forwards, blocking the ki beam. Bulma screamed and hugged the youth tightly, sobbing into his chest.

"It's okay Mom. I'm here. I've come back. I'll protect you," he shushed her. Bulma gasped as she parted from him, quivering in his lean strong arms. She clutched the collar of his Capsule corps jacket.

"Trunks?" she gasped, blinking up into a pair of azure eyes identical in shade to her own. "When did you... it's only been 2 hours!"

"Mom, are you hurt? Are you okay?" he asked, cupping the sides of her face. He straightened up, gently helping her to stand next to him.

"I... what the HELL were you doing in my yard! Where's VEGETA?"

"Right here, Bulma," said a voice hovering just above the balcony. Trunks shielded Bulma with his body, blinking up in anger at the smug Prince hovering there. Vegeta had managed to somehow change into his armor. He held his hands out, fists glowing with blue power as he fixed a black stare on the newcomer.

"Vegeta, what the HELL is going on here?" she cried. "You could have KILLED ME!"

"A test for this young punk," Vegeta said quietly, as the boy quivered in anger between Bulma and himself. Dark eyes dispassionately took in the sight, narrowing as Vegeta's power crackled around him.

"I know you're angry. Please... don't hurt her. It’s MY fault," he said quickly.

"You presume much, brat," said Vegeta quietly. "But since you're quick to protect the woman... I suppose that you can be trusted not to kill us both."

"Of course not, sir," Trunks said as he inclined his head. "Forgive me for startling you, but I was serious when I said I'd return. In case you didn't believe what she had to say, I wanted to tell you myself. "

"You've got a lot of nerve boy," Vegeta said as he continued to glare at Trunks. "Explain yourself."

"I know you might not believe it. And you'd be royally pissed because you thought yourself betrayed. When I thought about it, I realized I'd made a huge mistake..."

"What brings you back here? You've delivered your message, brat," Vegeta snorted.

"I wanted to see... wanted to see you both. Because something even worse is happened... somehow an even more powerful being besides those androids has stolen a time machine and come here. And I've tried to come before it, as it seems I'm a year early.”

"This is fucking annoying," Vegeta snorted.

"I know you don't believe me but please, for her sake, try to!" Trunks implored.

"You demand of me?" he laughed. "Foolish boy, do you know who you're speaking to?"

"Yes sir," Trunks said, inclining his head. "I've waited forever for this moment, father, and I'd understand if you're furious and want to bash me to dust. But I can't let anything hurt my mother, got it?"

"What makes you think I want anything to hurt her either, brat?" asked Vegeta stiffly. "I'm not entirely convinced of who you are, so kindly refrain from this mush."

"Yes sir,” Trunks said quietly.

"Sir will do for now, boy," said Vegeta quickly. "You have manners that's plain enough, and you've passed my little test. So I believe that you can be trusted not to turn on us. But make one mistake and I'll be quick to mete out whatever is due."

"Vegeta, stop being such a prick! He's come back like he promised!" said Bulma angrily.

"Please don't fight, I'm sorry," Trunks said quickly. "If you wish me to leave I'll go."

"Look, kid, this is NOT your responsibility, so stop presuming that you have any say in what occurs between me and the woman," Vegeta snapped. "What happens with the woman and I is nothing you can change and you dare not claim ANY stake in I, got it? So just KNOCK IT OFF!"

"Sir?" Trunks blinked.

"You're not from this time. And you may well be related to us both, but you have to earn your place," Vegeta snapped. "I don't know you, boy, and you can't simply expect."

"I know, believe me I know, sir," said Trunks quietly. "Just don't turn me away. I want to destroy whatever these things are. I'd do anything to make it right."

"We'll see, boy," said Vegeta sternly. "Now step away from the woman. Slowly now. I want to have a good look at you."

Future Trunks did so, warily watching Vegeta drift over the railing and land flawlessly at Bulma's side. He curled a possessive arm around her, glaring at Trunks suspiciously. Trunks averted his gaze, staring at the ground before glancing back at them both. For only the second time did Bulma get a clear moment to examine their differences and similarities. In her arms stood the dark haired feral Saiyan Prince, while across from her stood the youth in clothes only slightly different from a style she'd think fashionable. Purple brows creased in concern while the azure eyes glanced at an invisible spot just to the left of her head. He stood up regally, and averted his gaze from Vegeta's. Strange how he kept his eyes averted unless he was challenging the Prince, Bulma thought. Strong hands clenched fists, while his jaw tightened in the same manner Vegeta's did. Locks of straight lavender hair curled over his face identically to her own father's.

"If you wish me to prove myself, I'll do so, sir." he said, still keeping his gaze averted from Vegeta, without staring at the ground.

"Is that so, boy?" Vegeta asked sharply.

"Vegeta, please, for god’s sake!" Bulma snorted, pounding on Vegeta's armored chest. "Give him a CHANCE!"

"Here are the conditions, boy," said Vegeta. "First, you'll tell me what you know about what we're up against. Short of that what endangers your existence. Secondly you will stay at my home, under my supervision till I know that you won't do anything foolish to endanger the woman's life."

"You have no doubt of that, sir,” he said quickly.

"Just a moment, you'll ALSO tell me how you became a Super Saiyan, unless THAT endangers your existence. I'll expect you to train with me till I determine the limits and extent of your power."

"Yes sir, I'll do as you ask," said Trunks.

"Good. Now I suggest you come with me, and I'll show you where you may sleep. Woman, go tell your parents that we have someone staying with us," Vegeta said quietly.

"What should I say?"

"Tell them he's my son," Vegeta answered quietly. "You boy, follow me. And no funny business."

"Yes sir!" Trunks said, his blue eyes lighting up.

"Don't get any ideas, brat, you're under my watch. If I see ANY sign of treachery," Vegeta warned, lifting off and leaving Bulma there to glare up at him.

"Don't worry Mom," Trunks seemed to say inside her head, without moving his lips. She shivered as Trunks winked at her and gave her a reassuring smile as he levitated after Vegeta. She wiped away a tear, shakily dropping to a chair. Both men arced around the house to where the GR chamber was located.

"I can feel him just like I do Vegeta," she realized. Saiyan were telepathic, Vegeta had told her. In that one moment she felt the connection forged between her and 'Future' Trunks. Nothing would ever be the same again for her or Vegeta. She prayed that it would be a good change and the start of something better for all of them.