BlueMoon Goddess: Alright guys this is the last chapter! I want to thank everyone who read and reviewed this story and for sticking around when I changed my updating schedule. I made this chapter a bit longer so I hope you all enjoy and happy reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z, its characters or 'His Secret Baby' by Vanessa Waltz, which this fic is based on.

Summary: Seven years ago Bulma met Vegeta. She knew he was dangerous, but his devilish smile pulled her into his lap and straight into his bed. He was pure sin, good for one night of fun, and nothing else. For one night, she forgot about his dangerous side. But then she got pregnant. And with who he was and his line of work, she wasn't going to raise her son with him. So she ran away and he never knew about the baby. Now he's found them and he wants his family back. A bigger family... and another baby.

Bulma felt as though she was floating on a cloud, and when she opened her eyes, she saw blue. She looked down and up, left to right. Blue, blue, blue. There was nothing but blue. She wondered if the mellow sky rolling above her meant she was dead. If she was, then why was there this lingering sadness? Why did the sky make her feel so down? It pulled at the very center of her body until she felt weightless.

There were birds chirping, as she felt the sharp pricks of blades of grass poking her skin. Bulma rolled to her side and saw a field of bright green.

Beautiful.

She looked up at the clear California sky. It was warm enough to walk around in shorts and a T-shirt, but not hot enough to sweat. Perfect weather, really. Another mild summer day.

She wasn't wearing any shoes, and her toes were dirty. She wiggled them. Something felt off. Bulma stood up, staring at her too-small hands. The world appeared larger than it usually did. The field of green was actually a park. Starlight Park, to be exact, but a lot cleaner. No one was around, even though it was a great day to be outside. There should be children running around the grassy field, laughing. The swings looked oddly still, like a freeze frame.

Bulma walked barefooted on the grass. It felt nice and she couldn't remember the last time she let her toes touch the ground without some layer of protection. She kept walking for a while, growing unnerved by the lack of people. Still, it was peaceful to listen to the birds singing, in which she hadn't heard in a long while. God, she never realized how much she missed hearing that sound.

Finally, she saw someone. A boy, sitting at the crest of the hill. He sat with his knees pressed to his chin, his arms wrapped around his legs as though he was cold. Was that Vegeta? It looked like him. Good. She wondered if he wanted to play.

Bulma cupped her hands around her mouth and she yelled from the base of the hill. "Hey! Do you want to play?"

He stood up, and even from this distance she could see the hope shining in his young face. "Bulma, come here!"

It was a really long way up.

She walked up the hill. She slipped on the grass, but she made to get to her feet and keep walking…and walking. Even though she had been walking for five minutes, he was still the same size.

What the hell? Bulma looked behind her and back at him. It was as though she stood in the same spot.

"Bulma, hurry!"

She was spurred by the urgency in his voice. She planted one foot after another, running faster. He hugged his middle.

"Please, hurry! It hurts!"

He doubled over, his face screwed up in pain.

Oh my God.

Bulma sprinted until her lungs burned, but she was no closer to Vegeta, who fell on the ground, screaming in agony. His pained voice echoed throughout the empty playground.

"Please!"

Little by little, his body grew. She was getting closer, but it was getting so hard. Her legs trembled and acid burned her muscles. Bulma wiped her hand across her brow, suddenly hot. If only he wasn't so far away.

Vegeta rolled from side to side, his eyes shut as tears squeezed down his cheeks. He screamed out one word: "Help!"

Tears choked Bulma's throat as she hurried towards him, her lungs heaving with the effort. He was her best friend. She had to get to him. Desperation seized her as she listened to his piteous moans. Not much farther now…just a little bit more…a few more steps.

The last few steps took a Herculean effort, and Bulma collapsed to the ground next to Vegeta. His broad chest spread under her palm, and she looked up into his adult face, which was filled with the same pain. It was way too white. His eyes slid at her, listless.

"Help me."

"Help you?" Bulma says, her voice much deeper. "How?"

He forces his lips to form the word. "Go."

She looked in the direction of his sprawled arm, which pointed beyond the hill. She couldn't see anything there, but it was white.

"I don't know where that goes!"

Vegeta's eyes closed.

"Vegeta!"

Bulma didn't think he could hear her. Oh my God, she needed to get help. She walked away from him, into the white—

Sounds. A man and a woman talking.

"…removed her breathing tube a few hours ago. Looks like she might survive after all."

"Not for much longer. You're a tough bitch, Bulma."

God, she felt like shit. Her body felt like it had been beaten with a baseball bat. Every inch of her body throbbed in pain.

"Nasu, dammit, are you trying to get me killed?"

'Ugh...not her.' Bulma thought.

Bright lights poked her hard in the fucking eyes. That was what she saw when she opened them. Clouded shapes shifted, sharpening. A beige blur moved over her head. Scowling, dark eyes, lavender lips, and a nose splint.

"Fuck you." Bulma croaked.

A man with voice from a deep-barreled chest laughed. He was broad-shouldered, and black spikey hair reaching his upper back, along with a scar across his left cheek.

Nasu picked up the chart hanging off Bulma's bed and read it. Her eyebrow raised. "It says here you're pregnant."

Pregnant? Happiness swelled inside Bulma like a balloon—Vegeta would be ecstatic! He probably already knew. Where the hell was he, anyway?

Nasu's face twisted with taut rage. "You're pregnant with my husband's baby. That's a pity. I truly hate killing the unborn." She picked up a scalpel, rattling the tray beside her. She curled her fist around it as she pointed it down, toward Bulma's chest. "Say good night, bitch."

The huge guy's thick hand shot out, seizing Nasu's skinny wrist before she can plunge the blade in Bulma's heart. "You're not killing her."

She smiles sweetly. "Oh, and I suppose you're going to stop me?"

"Yes, I am."

"Broly, let me explain how this is going to work. I don't think you quite get it. You kill me, she rats you out and you die. Do anything to stop me, and I throw you under the bus. I have an alibi for Inari; you don't. So don't fuck with me."

He laughs dryly, unsticking his hand from her wrist. "I should have never hooked up with you. You're a fucking disaster, and you're going to get us both killed."

"Kill her."

They both turn their attention back to Bulma.

Nasu smiled at her in feigned concern. "Please tell me it really hurts. I pulled out all the stops to get that little cocktail, and you didn't even die. Oh well. At least I get to watch you suffer. In fact, I prefer this way."

Bulma's heart slammed against her chest as Nasu slowly lowered the scalpel to her arm, the razor-sharp edge gently resting over her skin. She pressed down and blood welled up around the blade immediately, and then she dragged it down. The sharp needle slicing through nerves and muscle sent pain signals firing in every direction. Definitely not a nightmare. Her throat teared with a sharp scream, and Broly shoved her bony shoulders.

"Fucking idiot! You're going to get us caught. If you're going to ice this bitch, do it somewhere they can't hear her."

Nasu breathed in deeply, her gaze transfixed on the scalpel, which gleamed brightly with Bulma's blood. "You're right. They'll be here soon to take everyone's kids away—everyone's except mine."

A muffled voice sounded from behind Nasu, and Bulma propped herself up on the pillows as her arm throbbed. The nurse's wide eyes stared at her through a duct-taped face. Her arms were taped to the chair, and sitting in the corner tied up and mouth duct-taped as well was Trunks.

Bulma cried out, reaching for her son as Nasu ripped her palm across her face.

"'Don't you ever touch my son again,' Isn't that what you said to me?"

Bulma's cheek stung as Nasu stared at her, fury etched in every line on her face. She wanted to rip that hand from her arm, but her body felt like lead.

"You had no right—he had no right to take him away from me."

"I had every right." Bulma stated, weakly. "Look at you. You're a fucking mess." Her arm lifted a quarter of an inch in an attempt to block the blow at her face, which slammed her back into the pillow.

"Shut up! I'm going to take him. We're going to leave this place, and you'll be dead. Vegeta too. He lost his rights as a father the moment he ripped my child from me!"

Nasu raved, her eyes bulging from her sockets as she screamed in her face. Bulma fought to raise herself from the bed. Damn it. It was no use.

"You touch him, and I'll kill you, bitch."

Broly lowered the hand from his face and gave a long sigh. "This is getting really old. Come on, Nasu, let's get out of here."

Bulma screamed at the top of her lungs when Nasu picked up Trunks from the corner. Trunks screamed, coming out as muffles from the tape around his mouth, as Nasu hugged him against her chest. Bulma's scream was punctuated by a cry of pain as Broly backhanded her.

"You make another fucking sound, and I'll give a slap to your boy."

Nasu snarled at him. "You do that and I'll cut your hand off. Come on."

"What about her?"

The nurse shook the arms of her chair, her hair flying wildly around her face.

"She's not going anywhere."

Sighing, Broly slid his arms underneath Bulma's head and legs, lifting her from the bed. Words couldn't describe how uncomfortable it was. A complete stranger, cradling her like a baby, and she couldn't do a thing about it. Whatever Nasu gave her knocked her on her ass and stole every last reserve of energy. The nurse wrenched at the tape binding her hands as Broly carried Bulma out of the room. When the door shut, her howling cut off sharply.

"Police!"

"Shit!"

For a moment Bulma considered screaming at the shadowed figures moving throughout the infirmary, but she swallowed her tongue. She couldn't risk Trunks when he was trapped in that psychopath's arms. No matter how strongly her delusion drove her to protect him.

"This way!"

Broly awkwardly grabbed the door under a blazing Exit sign, opening it into an empty stairwell. They start climbing flights of stairs, Nasu jogging up the steps as Broly was a few paces behind her.

"Slow down, damn it!"

She threw him a contemptuous look. "What's wrong? All that fancy meat you've been consuming finally catching up to you?"

"Fuck you."

Broly's heavy footsteps resumed their steady climb. Bulma let her arm flap uselessly at her side as a needle-like pain pricked her skin. She twisted her arm, and blood rushed to her face.

'Don't let them see.' Bulma thought. She then spoke to Broly. "Where are you taking me?"

"We're taking you somewhere to die."

Honestly, she could accept the fact she was going to get killed in the organization. It was a building packed with criminals. Tempers were bound to get out of hand. The place was full of hotheaded assholes. Never in Bulma's wildest fever-dreams would she have ever imagined she'd meet her demise by the overachieving, narcissistic, completely insane darling of the Saiyan Organization. She was such a creampuff, that it was almost embarrassing.

Bulma made herself look diminished as Broly propped her up against the wall. They dragged her into Nasu's freak-show apartment, which no longer smelled of blood but still had a giant red stain in the entry. Her head swam with the effort of keeping herself awake.

Nasu bustled around the kitchen with Trunks, laid on the countertop, who kept yelling through his muffled mouth.

Broly leaned against the counter and glared at her. "Will you shut him up?"

"His mouth is taped, it won't travel far."

"Do you want the cops to find us? Why the hell are they here, anyway?"

"I called them."

"You what?"

"I want everyone in this place to die. Every man who kept me from what I needed in my life." Her dark eyes swirled with potent rage that Bulma felt it radiating from her.

"You called the cops."

"I wanted a bloodbath. I used Dorian's gun."

"So you're the one who fired those shots at the police. When Vegeta and Kakarot find out, they'll fucking kill you."

"They will find out, but I'll be gone before then, and Kakarot's kid will still be in the hands of the government."

Jesus.

Broly swept his hand over the marble counter, knocking over a knife block and a stack of dishes, which crash to the floor. Nasu backed away, fear flickering on her face for a moment. Trunks was starting to become red in the face, from screaming through the tape.

"You crazy, dumb bitch! I did not sign up for this!"

Her hair flew around her face. "No, you just wanted to fuck around and have some fun—is that right? You had no problem getting rid of Dorian, so don't pretend like you've suddenly grown a conscience!"

Bulma watched in horror as he lunged around the counter. Nasu bent over and picked up one of the knives from the floor, pointing at his throat. Trunks muffled screams were louder than ever, looking around and searching for Bulma.

"Nasu please don't! It's not safe!" Bulma screamed.

She ignored her, glaring at Broly. "Stick this through and you'll be in the clear."

A dangerous smile spread across his face. "You're in way over your head."

"No, you are!" The hand holding the knife wavered. "I'm in control."

"What's stopping me from grabbing that knife and killing you, her, and bringing the kid back to his father?"

"The tied-up woman we left in the infirmary."

His fist crunched the marbled counter as he slowly approached her. Nasu backed away, her arm shaking.

"So I go down there and kill her too."

"You'll never make it. Right now the SFPD is busy rounding everyone up, and the infirmary is right on the ground floor."

He slammed his fist into the refrigerator, and it rocked from his blow. Bulma's heart beat faster. It was torture watching this, being completely unable to stop whatever hellish thing she had planned.

Her composure crumbled as she tried to put Trunks in an upright position one-handedly, and tried to calm him. "Why does he keep screaming?"

"Because you're not his mother."

The acidic tone crept back into her voice. "Keep insulting me, Bulma. I'll make you pay back every word."

"You're not his mother." She said, louder than ever.

And to cement her point, Trunks turned his head around, trying to wiggle out of Nasu's hold. With his hands still tied, he was able to pull the tape from around his mouth. "Mom!"

Broly laughed at Nasu's confusion.

"I don't…I don't understand."

Trunks tried to get out of her hold. "Mom, help! This lady won't let me go! Mom!" He cried out to Bulma. The ball of hurt inside of her squeezed hard, and she shut her eyes as tears slide down her face. She couldn't protect him. She couldn't even stand up.

"He doesn't want you. He wants her."

Nasu shook her head, crying. "He spent too much time with her. He's bonded to her and not me. How's that possible?"

"I am so glad you can't get knocked up." He looks at Bulma across the room, laughing. "Imagine if I had actually gotten her pregnant. What a disaster that would've been."

"Stop!"

Nasu lunged forward with the knife in a shriek of rage and buried the blade in his shoulder.

"Fuck!"

Then two things happened at once. Vegeta burst through the doorway as Broly gave Nasu a vicious backhand, making her fly backward with Trunks still in her grasp. He landed not too hard on the ground next to her, as Broly yanked the knife from his shoulder and turned around just to meet the tornado of fury that was Vegeta Ouiji. They clashed like two giants, shaking the walls of the apartment. Vegeta wrapped his arm around Broly's throat, dragging him away from Nasu and Trunks. He broke free and sunk his fist into Vegeta's stomach. Bulma felt the blow as if she'd been hit. Vegeta doubled over, gagging, but it was a feint. He kneed Broly in the face, who stumbled back, swearing.

Nasu gripped Trunks by his still bound arms and picked him, running past them into the nursery. Bulma commanded everything in her body to stand up, and all she managed to do was roll over. Fuck. She pushed with her feet, crawling like a newborn as vicious meat-pounding smacks reverberate through the apartment.

Broly was taller with broader shoulders, but the injury to his shoulder slowed his movements, and Vegeta was fighting for more than his life. He was fighting for his family. Bulma had never seen him look so determined.

He laughed in savage triumph as Broly took a few steps back, holding his arms out. "That all you got—you cringing piece of shit?"

"I'm not with that crazy bitch! She blackmailed me."

Vegeta threw a coffee table out of his way, and it cracked the plaster in the wall. "You tied up my son."

"I had no choice!"

"You brought my wife here. You killed Dorian and Inari and the guards who were supposed to watch my family."

"She killed Dorian!"

A thrill ran through Bulma's body. It was her. And she went to that funeral and cried her eyes out. No one was the wiser. It all clicked in her head—the lack of explanation of security camera footage. They did capture the murderer. It was her!

"So you let some woman order you around? And you call yourself a Saiyan?"

Bulma dragged herself on the carpet, pushing as hard as she could with her legs. The floor shook as Vegeta launched himself at Broly again, who screamed at him to stop. It wasn't his fault.

Good riddance, asshole.

But she had got to get to Trunks.

She clawed her way to a standing position, seizing an end table. The porcelain vase standing on it wobbled and crashed to the floor. Bulma used her arms to brace herself against the walls of the hallway, but her legs feel like Jell-O.

The sound of a woman singing floated from the nursery. Singing occasionally punctuated by yells. Bulma staggered through the doorway as the last of her energy disappeared. Her body crashed into the bright blue room, and she got a sideways view of Nasu sitting cross-legged on the floor, holding Trunks in her lap.

He yelled at her to let her go, though when he spotted Bulma, he attempted to scoot out of her lap. Bulma struggled to reorient herself as Nasu reached forward, snatching him back. He yelled at her again and scooted out of her lap, and she let out a little scream of frustration.

"Stop it!"

Bulma looked around the nursery for a weapon, seizing a child's block as the sound of the fight continued in the other room. Nasu scooped up Trunks and dropped him into the crib, which still held the doll. For a moment she stared at them both, dazed.

"Nasu, it's over. Give me Trunks, and maybe I can stop Vegeta from killing you." Bulma said, trying to reason with her. 'Actually, I think I'll just let him kill you.' She added, silently.

Nasu seemed to snap out of her trance, looking at Bulma as though she was some kind of unpleasant vermin she needed to dispose of.

"Please!"

Bam!

The shot rang through the apartment, followed by the loud thump of a body. Bulma's heart beat wildly, and for one horrible moment she wasn't sure who won the fight.

Trunks cried for her, and she managed to sit up, slipping her fingers through the bars of the crib. Nasu slashed at her hand, and blood sprayed over the carpet as Bulma let go of the bars in a yell of pain. Her back hit the floor as Nasu climbed over her and slashed again, but Bulma caught the blade with her hands to protect her throat. The sharp edge dug, slicing past muscle and sinew. Bulma screamed as she bore down on her, blood making the blade slip.

Then a hand seized the back of Nasu's hair and yanked her so hard that her hands flew from Bulma's throat. She curled over her searing hands as blood pooled in her palm from the nasty gash. Nasu landed on her back, her head smacking hard onto the floor as Vegeta knelt beside Bulma, wrapping his arm around her back.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine—get her!"

Vegeta stood to his feet, aiming the gun at her forehead as she shook her head violently, still clutching the bloody knife.

"No! No, don't!"

Bulma thought he was scary when he was fighting Broly, but this was something else.

He grabbed her bun so that it fell into a black, tangled mess around her head, and he arched her head back.

"Why the fuck did you do it? Why did you kill your husband?"

Nasu looked as though she was having some sort of seizure, and when she spoke, she screamed in the sort of voice that shook the walls. "I don't know what you're talking about!"

"That bloodstain in your apartment. How did that happen?"

She wrapped her arms around her legs, rocking slightly as she muttered to herself. Losing patience, he dug the gun into her skull.

"He told me we'd never have a baby—that I couldn't have a baby!" Then suddenly her lips pulled into a snarl. "I hate this place! You made me a fucking whore! You stole my son away from me, so I wanted to take everyone's kids away from them."

"You're sick."

"And you're a shit father."

She suddenly swung her arm in a wide arc, stabbing into Vegeta's leg, and then there was a male yell and a deafening boom. Vegeta's nozzle kissed her temple as blood vomited out the back of her head. The spray of red fell gently like mist. She hovered on her knees for a few seconds before falling back, a neat black hole burned into her forehead.

Vegeta staggered, and Bulma screamed over Trunks' own yell of terror. "Are you hurt?"

"Not really." He said, hissing with more annoyance than pain. He picked up Trunks from the crib and untied his hands and feet before huddling next to Bulma.

"Mom!" Trunks yelled, throwing his arms around her neck, squeezing her to the point she felt like she couldn't breathe.

Though it didn't matter to her if she could, because the moment her son's cheek touched hers, a sob choked from her throat. She wrapped her arms around him, never wanting to let go. Vegeta's fingers dug into her hair as he kissed the side of her face.

"Let's go back to the infirmary."

"No! There are still cops swarming the place."

"Woman, they're going to find out it was a hoax, and you're hurt."

"No one is taking my son away from me ever again."

A smile staggered over his face as he stroked her head. "Okay."

"Get me the hell out of here."

Bulma didn't think she could stand to be in Nasu's presence or the creepy room for a second longer.

"Can you stand?"

She stood Trunks up as she tried to stand up. The room spun as she hauled herself to her feet, but she allowed herself a few seconds rest before nodding. Step by step, the three walked out of the apartment. Bulma kept her eyes focused on the walls, not the floor. Vegeta kept looking at her, as if to reassure himself that she was still alive, then finally they were at their suite door.

"It's a bit of a mess."

That's when she noticed the blood staining the carpet.

"Huh…the bodies are gone. He must've paid them off already."

Bulma's heart galloped forward, and she swayed to the side. Vegeta caught her.

"What happened?" She asks, as he shut the door behind them.

His thumb moved gently on the underside of her arm. "I thought I lost you. I went a little nuts."

"A little?"

"Believe me when I say they won't be missed."

He guided her to the sofa, and they all sat down. She had never been so glad to sit down in her whole life. Relief settled in her bones as his arm snaked around her shoulder and pulled her into his chest.

"I thought I lost you." He said again, this time with a tremble in his voice.

Bulma thought of the dream she had while she was in that hospital bed. Nasu's hands clutching her throat and Vegeta ripping her back. "You saved me. Us."

He looks at the hand resting over her belly, his exhausted face creased with a smile. He let out a long breath and wrapped his arm around Trunks' shoulder, who returned the gesture.

Two years later….

Blue skies and not a cloud in sight. The warmth of the sun gently kissed Bulma's skin as she laid back against Vegeta's chest. The smell of freshly mown grass saturated the air. A nine-year-old Trunks was playing with a remote control car as it made its way over the grass.

"Dad! Wanna give it a try?"

"Why don't you let your sister try it?"

"No way! Girls can't control cars. Bulla would just crash it."

"Car!" A little girl who was an exact replica of Bulma, reached out and tried to take the remote control from her brother. When he noticed she was trying to take it, he started running away from her, with her hot on his heels laughing about chasing her older brother.

Vegeta felt a warm glow of pride for his children as he saw them playing.

"Girls can't control cars, huh?" Bulma said, with a smirk. "Wonder where he got that idea from?"

"Well, with some of those parking tickets you have could be the reason." Vegeta replied with a sly grin.

"Oh hush! The last one wasn't even my fault. That car came out of nowhere."

Life had settled back down to normal, or as close to normal as it can be in the Saiyan Organization. The first few months after the raid were pretty hectic. It had costed more than over fifty thousand dollars to fix the lobby along with the security machines that were damaged. Fifty thousand dollars, countless hours on the phone with lawyers, and back-alley meetings with crooked cops all because of one woman with a chip on her shoulder. Nasu did more damage than Vegeta could've ever fucking done on his own, and not all of it was measured in dollars and wounds. Bulma had woke up screaming, almost every night. For a month she insisted on letting Trunks sleep in there bed. The added stress wasn't good for her, Trunks and their unborn baby, but there was nothing Vegeta could've done but be there for her.

However, now Vegeta was back to work, and Bulma spent her days taking care of their kids or helping the women of the place adjust. When he wasn't putting out fires, she was dealing with a crisis. It was nonstop, hard work, but it was worth it.

"Say…what do you think Trunks and Bulla would be when they grow up?"

"I don't care what they do as long as they're happy."

Vegeta squeezed Bulma's shoulder as she twisted around in his arms. His hot mouth descended over her lips as she touched his jaw.

Their family was safe and happy.

For now, that was all she wanted.

BlueMoon Goddess: Well folks that is the end! I hope everyone enjoyed this story and thank you for sticking around. I already have another Bulma x Vegeta story I'm working on and I can't wait until I share it with you guys. So like I always say, until next time! ^_^