Author's Notes: Kinda have a rough idea of where this is going, but also kinda unsure. There will be a few lemons, but also an unbelievable relationship set-up. This will probably be scoffed at, or seen as one in a million, or this-would-never-happen. But I wrote it for fun, and I hope some out there read it for fun too.

Also, there is mention of military life. I have rudimentary knowledge of military lifestyle, so forgive any and all mistakes! If there's any corrections or advice that can be given, I'll appreciate 'em!


Orange Star High: Senior Year

"Is it true?" A young high school girl asked.

Slamming his locker closed, fellow high schooler turned to the affro'd blunette with a scowl on his face. "Is 'what' true?"

The girl bit her lip, looking down away from her crush's ever present glare. "Are you really leaving school in the middle of our senior year, Vegeta?"

"Yeah." Vegeta replied, before walking towards his next class. "I have to finish a few requirements per law, but then I'm gone."

He heard her scramble to keep up with him. "But, why? We only have about four more months to go before graduation. Why not finish..."

"Because!" Vegeta whirled on the younger girl, anger and impatience making themselves known, "I hate this shit town! I need to get out! NOW! No more waiting, no finishing this bullshit. Now! I'll finally be eighteen and able to do something about it. Do you understand, girl?"

"What about... what about my brother..."

"Fuck Goku." Vegeta spat at her pitiful reason to stay, continuing his walk to class. He and the young freshman might enjoy each other's company in the MMA club, but that was it, no more. That Goku is Bulma's adopted younger brother is a non-issue as far as Vegeta is concerned.

"I don't understand. My family cares for you, you have other options than joining the Space Marines right at this moment. What about an education? You can finished with a diploma! Or staying with us? You can easily avoid your father. Or... or me? What about..."

"Us?" Vegeta interrupted, again looking at the babbling blunette, his face void of emotions now. "There is no 'us', Bulma." he said, stunning Bulma into silence. After a few seconds, he turned from her rigid form to open the door to their next class, not bothering to hold it open for the girl who had thought there was something between them.


"I have to tell you something." Bulma interrupted Vegeta's packing, a few days later. She stood just inside his childhood room, appropriately dressed for winter in jeans, knee high black boots, and a dark blue hoodie. His hoodie, not that it mattered. Rolling his eyes at his father's carelessness in letting her in, that she refused to leave him alone, he figured to get things over with and sat on his bed with arms crossed. "What?" He asked brusquely.

"Remember the night that... that you drove me home from my internship?" He nodded. How could he forget that night? There had been tension between them ever since she started tutoring him, and that night, as fate wove them together with forgetful boyfriends and busy parents, the tension broke. They been each other's first and she was the one thing that had brought any source of joy in this god forsaken town.

"Well," She broke him from his musings, sitting besides him but not touching. "We forgot protection... and..."

Silently, Vegeta connected the dots. He wondered if he was broken more than he thought, to feel almost nothing about the fact that he had sired a baby. That he would be a father. His feelings remained as always, anger at the world and determined to make something of himself. At least something better than his father, better than anyone expected.

"Well, here." Bulma presented him with a black and white photo. The ultrasound. "I'm pregnant." She said needlessly.

There followed a silence, thick and awkward for Bulma, contemplative for Vegeta. He knew what he would do, follow on as planned, but he ruminated for a few seconds the possibilities, and knew them to be frivolous and stupid. "This doesn't change anything, Bulma." He told her, handing the ultrasound back to her. "I have to do this." He finally relented and spoke to her as he had never done before. This girl hadn't change his life goals, but she had shown him that friendship and love could, and did, exist. Neither things he thought he wanted, but nevertheless, he found he owed her... something.

"You have done everything right, and had anything else been different, Bulma, I would stay. At least till graduation, maybe longer. But it came too little, too late. You know my abusive father, and all I'm good for is fighting and skipping. No one in this town, other than your family, gives me any acceptance, respect, or slack." He grabbed her hand. "Your father, thank him for me. Telling me about his days in the Air Force, it got me started on this path, and it IS better than staying here. No job, no college prospects, no friends. Nothing. Do you understand, Bulma? I need to make something of myself, before I can be anything to anyone. This baby, if you keep it, will be better off without me."

She had started to shed tears in the middle of his heartfelt explanation, and she wiped them away. "I think you're wrong. If you stayed, you could prove yourself a better man just being here, supporting us.

"For what it's worth, though, I understand. I won't try and stop you anymore." Not looking at him anymore, she got up from the bed and started walking away. "I almost didn't tell you, I was so angry. But I'm glad I did. You're usually so alone, but... You'll always have someone to come home to, I'm keeping the baby. Don't forget about us." And she walked out of his room.

As he resumed packing, he found that she had left the ultrasound behind. Staring at it for a while, he eventually pocketed it.