Vegeta hated waking up in the middle of the night whenever Bulma decided she and the baby were hungry, again. Being a saiyan meant they ate a lot, but Bulma was a human, who now was eating for two and had amazed him at how much she really took in. He could hear her walk around the kitchen, opening lids, opening potato chip bags. Why couldn't she have taken care of this earlier, when he was busy training and she was most likely doing nothing? The worst part about her eating at night was she would sometimes bring in cans that she couldn't open and stand in front of him, contemplating on whether or not to wake him up so he could help her. He could always sense her which annoyed him to no end. When he couldn't handle it anymore, he would sit right up and open it for her, always surprising Bulma.

Every move she made while he 'slept', he could feel it even when she tried to be quiet. He hated sharing a room sometimes especially with a loud human. Why hadn't there have been at least O N E last female saiyan?

Finally, Bulma walked back in, milk in a cup, waddling over to the bed. She had hoped that he hadn't woken up but she knew that would never happen. Vegeta followed her with his eyes and stared at her as she sat on the bed, rubbing her ever growing belly while trying to finish her cup of milk.

He grunted. 40 minutes away from his sleeping time and she just sat there, as if nothing had happened. Bulma looked over at him and rolled her eyes at his frowning face. There were nights where he would mumble things during his sleep and shake the bed, waking her up but she never complained. Partially because he would never admit to such a thing because saiyans "simply did not do that".

"You took too long."

Bulma scoffed and purposely took long to sip her milk. "You should have gone back to sleep. I wasn't keeping you up by gun point." As if guns could injure Vegeta.

"Well woman, it just so happens that youre too fucking loud. Too much noise, how am I supposed to sleep?" Bulma pretended not to have heard a word and with that, put down the milk and slipped down to cover her body with the blanket. Vegeta was beyond annoyed. How dare she ignore him?

"Woman, I asked you a ques-" Bulma extended her arm and placed her hand on his mouth. If he would stop talking, surely they would BOTH be able to sleep. Vegeta narrowed his eyes as if he was going to do something, hoping it would scare her but she had already closed her eyes.

Vegeta had woken up first, as usual, and changed into his training shorts, ready to take out Trunks to train. The boy had to fly better, grow stronger, control his power, train to become a stronger supersaiyan. He wouldn't let him just be another normal human because he wasn't. He was the prince of all saiyans even though their race was long gone. Bulma didn't want Trunks training so early in his life, but she didn't have a choice especially after Buu came to town. Every saiyan had to come together, some more literal than others, to try and defeat the pink bubblegum-like villain.

Trunks enjoyed the company of his father even if he rarely spoke unless he was giving out a demand and he couldn't joke around because his dad was sure to make him go into the gravity room at 500g. There were times when he would forget who he was with, bounce around and after hearing his father growl, fly off hoping his father would never catch him. But that never happened; instead, he was given a harsh punishment like trying to block his father's constant energy balls. But he knew that even if it seemed like punishment now, it would actually end up helping him in the end.

"Dad, why did we have to wake up so early? I haven't even had breakfast. Mom says you should always-"

"Boy, could you stop whining? You sound just like your mother! Now be quiet and get into position!" Trunks stared at his dad and gently flew over to the other side of the gravity room. He would surely need to impress him today to get something out of this.

Bulma awoke to the sun in her face, and a strong kick from her stomach. The baby was hungry and she knew she'd have to fix that before she did anything else. She could hear that the gravity room was in use and she knew she had better go downstairs before they finished everything in the kitchen.

Her mother, , had started waking up early ever since Vegeta had moved in so that prince could have homemade meals every day. Bulma wasn't gifted in the kitchen but give her a screwdriver, a couple of metal pieces and she could make something up in no time. Vegeta was blessed to have both of them, even if he was somewhat afraid of Bunny.

Bulma walked into the kitchen and was soon surrounded by the sweet smell of pancakes. It seemed her mother had made thousands of them; blueberry, strawberry, banana-nut. All the flavors you could think of, just to satisfy her daughter, her son-in-law, and her two grandchildren.

"Morning honey! I thought you'd never wake up! I heard Vegeta and Trunks going outside four hours ago and I thought to myself 'I better wake up before those two get grumpy there isn't any food made.' And golly, I woke up in a flash, showered, changed and was ready to make a whole buffet of food!" Bulma never understood how her mother could stay so cheery ALL THE TIME but it was nice having someone so positive around.

"Thanks mom! I don't know what I would do without you." Bunny kissed her daughter's forehead before continuing on with the pancakes. Bulma stacked on at least five pancakes knowing damn well if she didn't pack on extras, they'd be gone once her boys came inside.

Just at that moment, she heard the gravity room stop and she saw both Vegeta and Trunks walk out, and in a flash, they were already inside the kitchen stuffing their faces.

"HEY YOU TWO! We have plates for a reason!" Honestly, didn't they know that manners mattered?

"Sowwy mum. Ids jub dat we're SO HUNGRY." And there he went, eating with his mouth full. Vegeta decided to ignore the woman; she had been doing whatever she wanted and now it was his turn to do what he wanted even if that meant stuffing his face without a plate. She honestly was not going to bother until Trunks stopped and stared at his father and realized 'if he was doing it, then he could too.' He quickly grabbed the pancake and was about to throw it into his mouth until he caught his mother's angry glare. Trunks looked from his mother to his father, wondering which one he should listen to. He wasn't afraid of any monster that decided to destroy the world, but his mother, she was a different story.

"Vegeta…" Vegeta didn't flinch, he just kept stuffing his face. The boy could get in trouble, he didn't really care because it had nothing to do with him. Not until she started throwing threats around.

"If I have to punish both of you, I will. Now, quit stuffing your face this way, sit down properly, and eat just like everyone else. Don't think I wont turn off the gravity room." Vegeta growled loud enough, which made Bunny chuckle, and began to eat just like the idiotic humans. Trunks then knew that his mother had won this battle which meant he had better sit down before he got punished. He didn't want to miss blasting off fireworks with Goten.

had just finished the eggs and bacon and placed them next to the pancakes that kept disappearing. It was a fight or die situation when it came to food: saiyan vs saiyan vs pregnant woman. The eggs were practically being thrown onto plates, overflowing. The bacon was getting ripped right and left because there was no way either of them would put it down if it was already being tugged to one side. She realized it was a stupid thing getting worked over the pancake thing, because by now, everyone was sticking forks here and there.

Bulma had cleaned up and let the boys go off to train again, before dinner. She at least wanted a clean kitchen before they made another mess. She had placed all the plates back into place, her mother went out to buy more food for dinner, and her father was hacking away at some new project. The way her back began to hurt, she knew it was time to finally sit down and rest. Her new boy OR girl had started to take a toll on her. Saiyan babies seemed to weigh at least a ton and she knew that they were not made for human women to carry for months.

She walked over to the couch and had started to bend down slowly until she heard Vegeta screaming for her to come over. You cant get two seconds of rest in this house. She walked on out to the backyard and saw both of the boys with their arms crossed, waiting for her to waddle over. As soon as she could get a good view of the gravity room, she realized what had happened: there was a huge hole on the side. What did he expect her to do? She had a huge belly in front of her that hardly let her do anything. Why couldn't they have just been careful?

She could feel her anger rise, which then caused Trunks to step behind his father, being careful to not step on his feet as Vegeta too, began to walk back. The woman was hormonal and her change in ki was setting him off. He abruptly stopped, went back to the cold hard stare and picked up his son by his shirt until he was at eye level with his father. "Go fetch your grandfather, boy."

Bulma was a bit relieved but she was still angry. Vegeta didn't understand why she was still angry; he had sent the boy to get someone else to fix it. Human women, why were they so complicated?

He remained still, keeping the eye contact, as she walked over looking as though she wanted to bite his head off. Once she was at least an inch away from him, he finally started to feel the change in her ki. He was relieved until he saw tears in her eyes. Just great, a weeping woman yelling things at him.

He rolled his eyes as she grabbed his shirt, yelling about how he doesn't care about the consequences, how he could've been hurt, how Trunks could've been killed and some things about her going on with her life as a single mother because her husband decided that it was a great idea to kick training up a notch. He was annoyed but leaving now would mean he'd have to listen to this later.

"Woman, stop talking." He had enough. He just wanted to go inside and take a shower and wait for Bulma's father to come outside and fix the gravity room. He was starting to get more uncomfortable as she kept bumping him with her belly. The thought of a slimy fetus inside, made him want to get away even faster.

"Enough with your threats! I have no time for you right now Vegeta. I just want to go inside, rest on the couch and either have you or Trunks massage my feet and shoulders. I think I deserve a little for everything I do for you two." She was crazy if she thought Vegeta would do any of the things she had said. He had given her enough to be grateful for the rest of her life: a son which he didn't exactly want with another one on the way, and a human marriage to a real prince along with her being chosen as his mate.

"I gave you enough." Stubborn saiyan, she was about to smack him until she felt her baby kick hard again. She flinched and grasped onto his finger, holding as hard as he could knowing it wouldn't hurt him one bit.

"If this baby wasn't being as stubborn as you are, I would've, I would've-" Bulma was deep into Vegeta's hand, hoping her baby would stop moving around but it seems like it had another plan. "Just take me to the living room, I'll be fine there." There was nothing else he could do so in a second, he picked Bulma up, and sped to the couch, where he would kindly sit her down. He stood above her and watched as she held in her breath for seconds at a time, hoping it would help her situation. This is one of the reasons why he hated babies: he couldn't control them, especially when they were in the womb. He couldn't personally punish or yell at them, he could only let them sense his angry ki which would calm them down. But it was so bothersome.

When Trunks was a toddler, he had already begun to show him some saiyan manners and to show him respect. He had been dreading the responsibility to train this new kid, but the fact was Bulma was pregnant again with his child. He was going to HAVE to do it again, not only because it was the right thing, but because he had feelings for his new family.

Bulma didnt seem to get any better and Vegeta was getting annoyed, waiting for this child to quit acting up. He rolled his eyes and kneeled beside her, coming face to face with her belly. "Dont move." Bulma grabbed onto the arm of the couch, not knowing what exactly he was about to do, and waited. Vegeta gently laid his hand on her stomach and pushed a little, just enough to keep Bulma comfortable. Everything was going fine until he realized what was in there. He froze and didnt move one bit, startling Bulma.

"Whats wrong?" At that moment, so many things began running through her mind: is her baby okay? Still birth? Vegeta wasnt helping by just staying still, mouth open, hand still on her stomach. She did whatever she could to break his trance, pulled on his hair and lifted him straight up to her. "DAMMIT VEGETA, TELL ME WHATS WRONG?"

He stared straight into her eyes, confusion filling them. Anxiety was filling her and she wanted to throw up. "…It's a… it's a…girl…" She almost immediately let go of Vegeta, leaving him to just fall down to the floor, still trying to process everything.

"A GIRL?" Bulma was full of so much joy, she wanted to cry and hug anyone near her. A little girl to their family was just perfect. All those cute dresses she would dress her daughter in, styling her hair every morning; this couldnt have been any more perfect. Vegeta sat up, almost being thrown onto the floor again by Bulma's strong hug. She kissed his forehead, almost as if she felt like she had to thank him.

"Why are you so…down? We're having a baby girl! You should be so lucky." She closed his mouth and kissed him again. "Saiyans dont make girls! I CANT BE A FATHER TO A…GIRL."

"Get over it. YOURE HAVING A DAUGHTER, AND THAT'S FINAL." She sure as hell didn't have time to deal with him, especially now that she had a lot of work to do.