A/N: Last chapter! Enjoy! I'll be working on a few other fanfics, but then I will continue onto DBZ fanfiction. I have a few other fics that I will be working on! Hurray!

In Dreams


Bulma shifted back and forth nervously. It was a year ago today that she had been separated from Vegeta. And it she thought she knew him as well as she did, she knew he would be expecting an answer today. The answer that could potentially change their lives forever.

Whether or not she'd become his mate.

Oh, what was she going to say to him? She didn't have an answer. She didn't know. This was a bigger decision than marriage. This was forever. Till the day she died. She loved him, there was no doubt about that, but did she love him enough to be chained to him for the rest of her life?

Her parents seemed to like him since she introduced him to her family. Though they didn't know who he was, or rather, what he was. Bulma told them that they had met at the gym. Bulma felt awkward asking him to move in with her parents, so they got a place of their own nearby. Bulma was use to having him since he had been around most of the time since they first met. She was still getting use to having physical contact with him.

When she was awake she was use to him being nearby, sitting near and talking to her. Now he made physical contact as often as possible, so as long as no one was around to witness it. In the last year she had finally gotten some breast implants, and was back to her old cup size. Vegeta didn't like them and often reminded her of this, but only when he entered her dreams, which he did to check on her since he didn't sleep.

It was there where he was most affectionate. He often fondled her breasts, which he did enjoy it seemed. It was there they mostly had sex. He was surprisingly good, in the sense that he focused on her, not just the enjoyment of the act.

He was always good to her, even if they fought. He seemed to enjoy the fighting which she explained to herself as his own personal enjoyment, since he did tell her that he loved it when she fought back. She can't say she enjoyed the fighting, but she couldn't deny the passionate act that almost always took place afterward.

Their relationship was complicated, and not in just a normal way. He was a demon who once tried to kill her, and she was an heiress who somehow, without even trying to, won him over. And after one year, today was the day that she was going to tell him yes or no. It would decide the rest of her life pretty much. She would still have most of the freedoms she had now, as she knew that she couldn't move from world to world like Vegeta could. She would never see his world, and he had assured her that to demons a good queen was just suppose to be there to support her mate.

Though that didn't mean she didn't get to meet some people from his world. Far from it. She had met quite a few people. A lot of demons had come to see Vegeta very shortly after he defeated Freiza and had reached the next level of Saiya-jin. During that time she had been introduced to some of his people. Including his father. Though Vegeta looked exactly like his father, they acted very little alike. The visit was still pleasant enough. Vegeta's father checked in at least once a month, but Vegeta was never around. So Bulma played hostess and often talked to him, asking questions about their world. Vegeta senior talked in great detail about how their world worked often explaining the differences between the demon world and the human world.

She was very interested, since Vegeta didn't like to tell her anything. Not just about his world, but also where he went sometimes. Though Bulma was a genius, she figured it out rather quickly. The same day of the month, every month. He was out feeding. She never asked him, and he never admitted it, but she was smart. He was a dream demon, he needed dreams to survive. He was powerful enough now to finish the job in just one go. So the same night every month he would go out and feed. He was always noticeably grumpier than usual, and weaker, and then when he returned he seemed to be in the best mood possible, for him anyway. She knew she had no place to demand that he stop. It was his food. He'd die without it.

And yet it bothered her. It bothered her to a great degree, but only because she knew that he was killing someone. She didn't like that side of him, but yet it was a side of him she couldn't change. That was a problem too. Did she want to be bonded to someone who killed so freely?


Her whole body stiffened as she turned back to the basement entrance where her lab was. He had called from half-way down and was leaning over the railing looking down at her. He was wearing his favourite pair of gym shorts, and no shirt; his usual attire. He looked rather stressed out, but his face seemed the same as ever. His body told her otherwise. His seemed far stiffer than he usually did. Usually it was from all his training that made his muscles stiff, but this was different. His shoulders were hunched, and as he leaned over the railing his hands were balled up into fists. He was nervous, and all Bulma could think of was because she was giving him her answer today. The problem was she didn't know the answer herself.

Still she smiled at him. "No need to yell, I'm right here."

As she smiled at him he stopped leaning against the railing and continued down the stairs. He moved around to her work station. He took a seat on her stool and looked up at her. She could tell he was becoming more nervous as the moments went on. She moved over to him and stopped a few feet in front of him.

"So, how was your work out today?"

He didn't like the small talk that he knew she was trying to start. She never made small talk unless it was in front of her parents or when Chi-chi was around, since they didn't know who he was. She sighed and placed a comforting hand on his arm. He liked that even less, but Bulma leaned in, and pressed her forehead against his. Her eyes looked at him carefully as she tried to find the words she was looking for.

"I don't know," she answered. "I'm not rejecting you in anyway, but I just don't if I am ready to give myself away for the rest of my life."

Vegeta's large arm came up around her and pulled her up against him. His black eyes were on her blue ones. His face was free from any of the lines they usually held from his scowl, and he seemed more serious than ever. She rested her hands on the base of his shoulders. "It's a big decision," she stated.

He only nodded.

Her right hand moved up to his neck and moved up to his black hair. Her fingers moved through his locks as his watched her, unsure what she was going to do. She cuddled into him, and rested her head under his head. He wasn't sure what to do, but as his tail usually did, it had its own mind when it was around her. It snaked up around her waist and caressed some of her exposed skin under her shirt. She giggled as it tingled up her spine.

"You won't age," she replied. "I will. Won't that bother you? Won't you wake up one day and hate the fact that I am old, grey and so crippled I will need a wheel chair to get around and hate the face you choose me."

"I admit it would bother me, but don't you humans believe in...oh, what's the saying. To take and hold, in sickness and health, or some other crap like that," he stated. "Besides, once you pass on you won't age anymore. There's always that time we can have to-"

"Wait! Wait! Wait! What did you just say?"

"That I would care about you no matter how old you we-"

"No! After that!" Bulma cried.

"That we have all the time in the world once you pass on," he explained. "You'd be free to wander from world to world freely."

"So what you're saying is that, when I die, we will still be together?" she cried.

His eyes were wide. "Um...is that a bad thing."

She kissed him hard when he finished his sentence and kissed him so fiercely that he had to lift her and stumble off the stool so they wouldn't fall backwards. He seemed surprised and still did when she pulled away.

"I guess that's a good thing," he mumbled. She was grinning ear from ear.

"I made my decision," she replied.

"And?" Vegeta was loud, and seemed rather excited, for him anyway.

"You have got yourself a mate," she answered. "I'll keep you in line, make sure you're a good fair king to your people, and a good father to your heir, and I shall train you to put down the damn toilet seat before I die I swear."

Vegeta didn't hear anything after her first comment. He was already pouncing her lifting her up in his arms and carrying her up the stairs towards their bedroom. She giggled, knowing exactly what he was going to be doing. Sealing the deal. She just had one more thing she wanted to add onto their little agreement.

"Oh, by the way Vegeta, I'm pregnant," she smirked.

The End

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this! I am done this now, and I am moving into another project for now. I am working on a Big Bang Theory and Cardcaptor Sakura fic with Kayla. Then we are returning to DBZ for a very long fanfic. Well over 30 chapters. 0.o Anyway, please leave feedback. What did you like most? What did you hate? Favourite part? I want to know!