Hi guys welcome to my fanfiction "Proof of Love". Maybe some of you know me already because of my vegebul doujin on deviantart. The story is originally writte in german and I am going to translate the whole fic. The first three chapters were translated by me with the help of thatdbzchick. SaiyanPrince541 is re-edits my first three chapters to enhance the quality! thank u so much for doing it!
The lovely fleurlicorne is translating the rest of the fic since I have no time and she has enough motivation to do that! Thank u so much!
Bulma sat in her glider, as she flew back towards Capsule Corporation. Her heart still throbbed, following the incidents that had occurred, on this stressful day. Ever since learning of Frieza's untimely arrival, the day had hit her with one unforeseen surprise after another. As the icy tyrant's spacecraft landed upon the Earth, everyone seemed certain that there was no escape. But suddenly a young man appeared out of nowhere. With seemingly little effort, he crushed the despotic lizard along with his father and their entire posse.
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Overwhelmed with momentary relief, the Z Gang presented themselves, before the boy. Even though they didn't know who he was, the blue-haired woman trusted him right from the get-go, which was a little unusual of her. She took note of his indigo jacket that had the capsule corporation logo imprinted on the left sleeve. 'Hm, odd.' She thought. Not a second later she asked him if he worked for the company, because only staff and family members, wore outfits with that logo. Bulma was quite sure that she knew every employee. But then, there was always the possibility that her father hired a new worker without her notice. With a faint blush, he politely said 'no' and concealed any further information about himself. It was obvious that he didn't feel very comfortable, under her inquisitive scrutiny. The only thing he did say, was that that they should await Goku's arrival, claiming that he'd land on Earth, in approximately two hours time.
As it turned out, he was dead right. Their old friend and hero wore a look of confusion, when he exited the space pod, cocking his head as he noticed the strange boy, with the purple hair. The rest of the gang were quite surprised, when Goku claimed that he didn't know the handsome youth. How in seven hells did this Super Saiyan kid, know exactly when Goku was due to arrive? Everyone wanted to know who he was and what his intentions were. What was the purpose of his visit? Suspicions rose further, as the prodigious young Saiyan asked Goku to speak with him, in private. Bulma desperately wanted to know, what was going on. After a brief discourse and a light spar between the two warriors, the mystery figure disappeared, yet again. Goku made his way over to the others, in order to clarify the situation, only- he didn't know how. Luckily for him, Piccolo's acute, auditory senses, allowed him to catch wind of the verbal exchange that had taken place. Thus, he began explaining, since Goku happened to have forgotten all the essential details. Three years from now, a deadly pair of Androids would appear, with a mission to kill Goku and destroy everything on this planet. That was the quintessence, which had everybody disconcerted.
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When she remembered everything that had occurred on this day, the blue-haired woman found herself shuddering, once again. She shook her head and upped the acceleration on her glider. All she wanted to do was go home. Home, sweet home. She felt her heart shoot up her throat and could scarcely think straight, every time her mind ventured back to recent events. Part of her was cautioning her against flying, under such a strained condition. Too many things crossed her mind and distracted her from handling that glider.
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The conversation went on and the blue-haired woman had suggested that they use the dragon balls to find and destroy the Androids, before they could even pose a threat. However, neither Goku or Vegeta shared her view. Their Saiyan blood boiled for battle, despite the overwhelming odds that were stacked against them. Unfortunately she had little say in the matter, especially after all the Z-Fighters had come to a consensus, agreeing to utilize these three years by training like never before.
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All these talks about a potentially apocalyptic future, didn't seem to faze her. She had the utmost confidence in her friends. However, there was something else that concerned her a lot more. In the end, she had only to blame herself. Really, she shouldn't have asked such stupid questions. But curiosity was her middle name and she really wanted to learn the identity of that mysterious, young warner.
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"Why can't you just tell us?" She snarled, azure eyes flashing with annoyance as she tapped her foot against the soil.
"Well, his existence does kinda depend on me, not telling you." Goku replied. Instinctively, he raised his hand and placed it on his loquacious mouth. Apparently, he'd divulged too much information. These words should've sufficed, as a warning. She would simply have to put two and two together, in order to complete this damned puzzle, but at that moment she wasn't exactly thinking straight. If someone came from the future and his existence was threatened by them being aware of his true identity, then the answer seemed pretty darn obvious. Moreover she was the only woman present, so…
"What on Earth are you talking about Goku?" She asked, but then decided not to press the matter, letting out a sigh of surrender. "Ugh fine, you don't have to tell me." If it helped the boy, then she'd cast aside her curiosities this one time. As she finally let the matter drop, the Saiyan removed the hand from his mouth and took a huge breath of relief. "But it's pretty incredible that he's also a Super Saiyan." She added as an afterthought. What was said next was the crucial piece of information that would alter the course of history, for better or for worse. "Well, he is Vegeta's son, after all, so-" Goku blurted out, without thinking. His eyes widened and a blaring alarm bell rung within his mind, as he realized what he'd mistakenly said. The clumsy Saiyan was met with the stunned looks of his friends. Oh God, he'd said it! He'd really divulged the one fact that he was supposed to keep secret!
Although the name of the mother was not said, anyone with half a mind could fill that void, within moments. The Capsule Corporation logo on his jacket, the purple hair and the blue eyes, were a dead giveaway. In virtually no time at all, the truth hit Bulma like a ton of bricks. She was to be the boy's mother. A feeling of dread and horror began sprouting within, as she considered the possibility of her and Vegeta, having a child together. With eyes as wide as oceans, she stared at her best friend, completely aghast. How was that even possible? But it explained so much, there was no denying that. The boy's physical appearance exhibited traits of both her and her surly houseguest. But could it really be true? No! She refused to believe it, not unless she heard the words from the mouth of her best friend.
"And who is- the m-mother?" She stammered, nervously waiting for a response. Goku remained quiet, unable to utter a word. His silence was all the answer she needed.
She felt the eyes of the others on her. It was crystal clear now and everyone knew it.
Bulma's heart was pounding like crazy and she dared not meet the eyes of those around her, two people in particular: the Saiyan Prince who was to share a child with her, his expression screaming outrage at the unwelcoming discovery and her boyfriend, Yamcha, with whom everything had been going rather well. How did he take the news? Unable to look at anyone, she decided to shut her eyes. The uncomfortable silence that ensured, only burgeoned her inner-turmoil and she took a few tentative steps back. Eventually, she heard her houseguest object to the union, vehemently asserting that he would never be involved with that 'vulgar woman'. She took his insults in stride, not really caring. After all, she had no feelings for this proud Prince who had nothing better to do than train and dissociate himself from all those around him. Vegeta angrily rebuffed any ideas of them getting together. As if he was the only one! Just thinking about being intimate with him, was so bizarre and unnatural. A cold shiver ran down her spine. Bulma suddenly felt incredibly guilty, as though she'd betrayed Yamcha, despite not having done anything wrong- yet. The future, however, knew better.
She continued to slowly retreat backwards, until she had brought about ten metres of distance, between herself and her friends. This sinking feeling in her stomach just refused to fade.
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Now here she was alone in the glider and still trying to process everything. She was ashamed of what she had done after getting this bad feeling. She had been so nauseated that she felt the need to puke. It was just too much. Yamcha had sometimes expressed his doubts, concerning the presence of Vegeta, in her house. But nobody could have predicted such unimaginable repercussions. Given the recent revelation, perhaps Yamcha's previous doubts, weren't exactly misplaced.
What kind of clusterfuck was she in now? It was as though several light years had suddenly separated her and Vegeta. He didn't appear to have the slightest desire to be intimate with anyone, definitely not her, not that she felt any different. Yamcha still held a place in the depths of her heart. But her boyfriend was not just upset, he was outright furious, so much so that he refused to fly with her, in the glider. He gave her a withering look, as though she were responsible for the outrageous behaviour of her future self. But she hadn't even done anything wrong yet, so why was he making her feel guilty, for no good reason?
Nonetheless, the most important question was whether or not the future scenario would play out the same way, in the current timeline. After recent events, there was clearly a wedge between her and Vegeta. The Prince would do his utmost to avoid any involvement with her. Bulma hardly knew if he even wanted to stay with her at home. She couldn't really blame him for that. Maybe she should promise him that she would leave him alone and wouldn't make any unwanted advancements. Finally she had Yamcha- Still, how did her future self, end up in the arms of Vegeta?
What made the situation worse was the fate of that future boy. If she and Vegeta didn't have their little affair, would he simply cease to exist? What was it about these layers of time? Could changes in the present possibly have an effect on a future that had already happened? If so, then the mysterious youth's fate lay within her hands- and Vegeta's. Dammit, that was her boy! Had she known that bit of information earlier, she would have at least tried to get to know him better. Then again, he had mentioned that he would return to help fight the Androids, after the three years elapsed- if the time machine had enough energy, that is. But could he still make an appearance, if he wasn't born in the present world?
She shook her head and took a deep breath. Of course her actions wouldn't affect the future world. When she really thought about it, the battle against the Androids would already change drastically, after the warning that had been delivered, by her 'son'. What did it matter if the relationship between her and Vegeta didn't come to fruition, if everything remained as it was? What if she and Yamcha had children instead? They would certainly be a happy family.
At last, the blue-haired heiress reached Capsule Corporation, in the western capital. Carefully, she landed the glider onto the landing pad, behind her house. After settling the vehicle down, she turned off the ignition, got up and returned it to it's capsule form. Feeling unsure of herself, she turned around and looked at the Capsule ship in the backyard, wondering if Vegeta had returned to train under intense gravity and whether or not he would continue to live with them.
Suddenly, she reminded herself that she should stop thinking about that moody Saiyan. There were more important things to consider, right now. She needed to strengthen her relationship with Yamcha. She needed to earn his trust 'again', after the whole mystery boy debacle.
But the inventor felt responsible for her future self. With some forced confidence, she exhaled and moved away from the landing site, leisurely striding towards the Capsule Corporation Residential Complex. She stopped short and turned around again, her gaze fixated upon the gravity room. She stood there, petrified, wondering if anyone was inside. She just had to know.