No Regrets.

Act Four.

By Zoicyte aka Johnnyjosh.

Rating; NC-17.

Warnings; Lemon, language.

Notes; OOC, some sap, and as always, I have written this to take place in AU, so don't yell at me if things don't follow the anime exactly.

This is for Larania, who bugged me to no end to finally write a Piccolo/Goku lemon, and who patiently answered all my questions.

Pairings; Duh! Piccolo/Goku obviously!

Someone finds out about Piccolo and Vegeta's little secret...

"Denotes speaking"

*Denotes thoughts*

Three months later.............

Bulma was getting frustrated by the amount of time Vegeta was spending on the lookout. True enough he spent at least one day a week taking Trunks on an excursion of some kind, whether is was taking him to the park, or over to see Gohan, who had taken a keen interest in the boy now that he had a baby brother on the way. But for every one day he spent with his son, he spent three on the lookout. *What's he doing up there? It's been four months almost that he's heading up there almost every day.* She sighed. *I guess he really meant it. We don't have any kind of a relationship. It was just a brief flash of physical passion that resulted in Trunks, not some flowery courtship and promises of undying love.* She clenched her fists angrily. "How dare you use me this way!" She hissed. "I'm sick of this. You are going to get a few things through your head today Vegeta!" She cried as she raced to her air car and took off for the lookout.

Vegeta and Piccolo sat cross legged a short distance from each other, chuckling as Viola crawled from one to the other, giggling and chortling. Dende and Popo watched from a distance, both with ear to ear grins.

"Wow, she's really coming along." Vegeta smiled and reached out slowly for her, laughing as the baby spun and quickly crawled back to her mother, repeating the performance as Piccolo slowly extended an arm toward her.

Dende jumped as Korin's voice whispered in his head. "Hey little man, better warn Vegeta and Piccolo that Bulma is on the way, and boy does she look mad!" The young guardian quickly relayed the message.

"Shit shit shit!!" Vegeta hissed irritably, as Piccolo scooped up Viola and wrapped her cape around the baby protectively. "It's time to make sure that onna never gets the bright idea to butt her nose into my affairs again!" He stalked over to the only space big enough for her to land the airship and stood ready for battle, lips twisted into an angry snarl.

Seconds later the ship crested the edge of the lookout, stirring up a stiff breeze. The sound of the ship startled Viola and she began to cry.

"Take her inside...but bring her back out as soon as the noise stops and she's calmed down!" Vegeta shouted to Piccolo over the noise.

"Why? We can't show her to anyone yet!" Piccolo shouted back.

"Yes we can! Now do as I ask!" Vegeta stared at the Namek, his eyes softening as he looked at her plaintively.

Piccolo stared back at Vegeta, an uneasy feeling building in the pit of her stomach. *What are you up to Vegeta?* She wondered briefly before nodding curtly and taking Viola into her chambers.

"Vegeta!" Bulma barked as she hopped down out of the ship. "I have a few things I want to say to you!"

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He demanded. "I told you once what I do with my time is none of your business!"

"We have a child together...."

"Which was not my idea! We shared a few nights of physical release. You had a need, I happened to have the same one, so we sated it together. End of story!" He shouted.

"No it's not end of story Vegeta. Not even close." She got in his face. "You and I shared several nights of passion. The kind I never even dreamed of until you showed it to me." Tears filled her eyes as she set aside her pride. "I still dream of it. I..want to have that again, not just for a night or two..."

"You figure that because I fucked you a few times and got you pregnant that I should automatically fall in line and we should be just like Kakarott and his big mouthed mate is that it?" He stepped up and shouted into her face. "NEVER!!"

Bulma felt her temper flare, and swallowed hard as she pushed it back down. "No Vegeta.." She sighed. "That's not it at all. I just...I think we should at least try and have a real relationship...I mean we are parents and all..."

"I don't want a relationship with you! What is so hard for you to understand? Do you really think I'll fall at your feet like that pathetic ningen?" He smirked as he remembered the way Yamcha had always fawned over her. "Well you can just forget it."

"Vegeta would you just listen? I've been thinking a lot lately about Trunks, and you and me and where we stand as...." She trailed off, brows furrowing as Piccolo slowly emerged from behind a set of large black doors. She watched the Namek curiously. "What's he got there?" She asked as she noticed a small bundle cradled gently in the large arms.

"Stay back." Vegeta snapped as she made to step forward.

"What? Vegeta..." Bulma's eyes widened as a long, dark furry tail slid out from the blanket, and waved happily in the air. Moments later the sound of a baby cooing happily reached her ears. It all became horribly clear to her in that instant. "No..." She whispered, staring from Vegeta to Piccolo and back again, the color draining from her face. "Oh you..how could you..you and that..." She backed up a step, then her face twisted in anger. She lunged forward, intent on giving Piccolo a piece of her mind, and suddenly found her feet dangling as Vegeta grasped her by the shirt collar and lifted her into the air.

"Don't you even think about it." He said, his voice all the more menacing for the quiet softness of it. "Don't you dare." He hissed before dropping her.

Bulma stepped back, shocked at his actions. In all the verbal sparring sessions, and downright arguments they'd had, she'd never seen him even close to this angry.

"I...didn't mean to harm you. I was..being overprotective." He said quietly.

"V...Vegeta..." She stammered. "I..I wasn't going to hurt them." Her temper rose again as she realized what Vegeta had assumed about her. "You actually thought I would hurt the baby?" She shrieked. "What's wrong with you?! After giving birth to a baby of my own, you actually think I could....You jerk!"

"Woman!" Vegeta hissed. "Piccolo's just now got her calmed down after the racket you made with your arrival. If you scare her again so help me I'll throw you and that hunk of junk off the edge, separately!" He spun on his heel and stalked over to Piccolo and the baby. "Now get lost!" He said, waving his hand in a gesture of dismissal.

"Wait a minute!" Bulma protested, approaching them cautiously. "Don't I at least get to see it?" She leaned back a bit at Piccolo's glare. "Hey..easy Piccolo..I won't hurt the baby!" She held her hands out in front of her, eyes wide. "I just want to see it."

"For your information the baby is a she. And her name is Viola." Vegeta snapped. "It's alright. Let her see." Vegeta said softly as he stood beside the large Namek.

Piccolo scowled for a few seconds, then reluctantly pulled the blanket back from Viola's face making the baby blink several times then start to squeal, arms and tail waving in the air. Piccolo looked up and growled threateningly as Bulma came closer.

"Shh..." Vegeta hushed her as he reached up and stroked Viola's cheek. Black eyes locked onto him and Viola's arms shot out, wanting the Saiyan to hold her. Vegeta chuckled softly as he gently took her from Piccolo who immediately crossed her arms and glared at Bulma.

"Aww she's cute." Bulma said softly as Vegeta cradled Viola to his chest. She reached out to stroke the hunter green tail that was looping itself around Vegeta's forearm. "Hey how old is she?" She asked as Viola's dark eyes locked onto Bulma's and the baby scowled, imitating Vegeta almost perfectly.

"Three months." Vegeta said, leaning down to kiss the baby's cheek.

"She looks like a perfect combination of both of you." She said sadly as she noticed the wild hair and the pink patches on Viola's forearms. Bulma watched the baby thoughtfully for a moment. "Hey you know, the way she's behaving is more like a 6 month old baby than three. What kinds of things is she doing so far?" She asked, her curiosity finally getting the better of her.

Piccolo and Bulma's eyes widened as Vegeta launched into a monologue about all the things Viola was doing thus far, the baby squealing and giggling in his arms as she stared up at him with a huge grin on her face.

"Wow!" Bulma said, snickering. "You're a lot more trusting with your Dada then my Trunks is." She said, so focused on the baby that she didn't notice the way Piccolo and Vegeta exchanged a shocked glance and blushed. "Every time Vegeta gets near him he cries non stop. Unless Gohan's around." She smirked. "Yeah..you really like your Dada don't you?" She cooed, reaching out and stroking Viola's tiny fingers.

Bulma winced as Viola grasped her finger and began to squeeze. "Ow ow ow! Hey 'Dada'.." She growled at Vegeta. "A little help here?"

Vegeta chuckled as he carefully pried off the baby's fingers.

Viola's eyes darted back and forth from Bulma to Vegeta, a frown of concentration on her face. "DADA!!" She shrieked as she grinned up at Vegeta waving her arms.

Bulma grinned, Vegeta blushed furiously and Piccolo facevaulted.

"What's wrong?" She asked as Piccolo crossed her arms and muttered under her breath while Vegeta snickered. "Let me guess." She said, frowning. "You haven't taught her to call you Mama and Dada yet." She glared as both warriors nodded. "Why not!" She demanded, grabbing Vegeta by the shoulders and turning him to face Piccolo.

Bulma grabbed a corner of Piccolo's cape and pushed it into Viola's hand, laughing as the baby tugged sharply. "Now, know who this is?" She grinned down at the baby.

"You're not..." Vegeta said, staring at Piccolo apprehensively.

"Mama..come on now..mama." Bulma said, getting Viola to pull on the cape each time she said the word.

Viola stared at Piccolo intently for a few seconds, eyes flicking back to Bulma briefly before she broke out in a huge grin. "MAMA!!" She squealed, yanking hard on the white material. Piccolo groaned and dragged a hand down her face while Vegeta burst out laughing.

"Now we really have to keep her hidden." Vegeta chuckled. "She'd kill the first person that made a comment about her being a mama." He stepped back as Piccolo bared her fangs at him.

"So nobody else knows about this?" Bulma asked.

"No. And it had better stay that way." Piccolo growled.

"Alright alright..jeez!" Bulma said, shaking her head. "You're secrets are safe with me. I won't tell anybody you're a girl, or that you two had a kid." She turned and began to walk back to her ship. "I'll be up tomorrow with Trunks, sometime after lunch." She called over her shoulder.

"Say what?!" Vegeta and Piccolo gaped at her.

"Well come on you two, do you really think it's fair to keep her up here, cooped up all by herself?" Bulma spun and glared at them. "She needs a playmate her own age!"

"She's not going to have much time to play. As soon as she's able, we're going to start training her." Piccolo said quietly.

"Why are you suddenly so interested in all this?" Vegeta demanded. "You have something else up your sleeve!" He pointed an accusing finger at her.

Bulma sighed. "Yes, you're right. I do have something else in mind."

"What do you want now?" Vegeta growled.

"You can train Trunks too." She said quietly. "I see now why you're not too enthused sometimes about spending time with him. I had his tail removed, and maybe I have coddled him quite a bit.." She glared at Vegeta's snort. "And I said you couldn't train him, but I see now that if I hadn't fought so hard to keep you from having a say in how Trunks is raised you would have been there for him, like you are with Viola." She smiled wanly at him. "So if you don't mind I'd like to bring Trunks up here to spend time with you too."

"Fine." Vegeta shrugged, using every ounce of willpower he had to keep from breaking out in a triumphant grin.

"Umm..okay...are you coming back to Capsule Corp. tonight?" She asked, looking away and trying not to picture him spending the night in Piccolo's bed.

"Yes, I suppose." Vegeta sighed. "After she's tucked in for the night I'll leave here."

"Okay then!" Bulma got into the ship. "Bye Piccolo! Bye Viola!" She called. "Trunks and I will be back tomorrow!" The ship roared to life and sailed over the edge of the lookout.

"Gee I can't wait." Piccolo said, voice dripping with sarcasm as Vegeta snickered.

"Thanks Piccolo." Vegeta said quietly.

"Hmm? For what?" Piccolo looked at him curiously.

"What do you mean for what?" Vegeta grinned at him, leaping up and grabbing Piccolo's shoulders. "The onna is going to let me train the boy!" He leaned forward until their noses were almost touching. "That and the fact that she will leave me alone now that she thinks I'm with you is almost enough to make me want to kiss you." He smirked.

Piccolo shoved him away rudely. "Don't even think about it!"

Vegeta laughed. "I said almost!"

Will anybody ever find out who Viola's father really is? And is Bulma really ready to give up on having Vegeta for herself? Let me know how you like.

To Be Continued...........