Disclaimer: Must we go through this? Oh, okay, but we most of us already knew that Dragonball Z and its many characters is owned by Akira Toriyama, Toei, and other people with more money than me. I only own the original characters, which really won't be that many.

Sins of the Mother

By: Dajira

Prologue

Bulma hung up the phone, frowning. She had just called both Yamucha's house phone and cell phone for the umpteenth time each, and yet again he still didn't pick up on either. Yamucha had promised to treat her to lunch today at this new, trendy restaurant that had recently opened up in town, with the plan being that he would pick her up at noon. Well now it was almost one o' clock and her boyfriend still had yet to show up. It left her feeling very agitated.

A few possibilities as to why he was so late kept running through her mind. The main one that kept sticking, though, was that he was off somewhere chasing after another woman again and lost track of time. After all, his cheating ways was one of the reasons why their relationship had been so sporadic these last few years, and she knew how hard old habits could die. Nevertheless, after dying in the battle with the Saiyajin and being wished back to life, Yamucha had promised to be a more serious and responsible boyfriend, and for the most part had kept his word; Bulma had seen the improvement in him with her own eyes. So she was doing her best to ignore all the suspicions swirling around in her mind and give him the benefit of a doubt.

After more time had passed, Bulma growled impatiently in the back of her throat and checked her watch again. Then she decided to go wait for him outside. Shortly, she was making her way through the foyer and heading for the entrance door. Just as soon as she stepped outside the house, Bulma looked up and jumped back a bit in surprise with a tiny squeak. Someone was already standing out there, but it wasn't Yamucha. Actually, it was someone she had never seen before in her life.

Before her stood an extremely pretty young woman, with blonde hair that stopped to her shoulders in a razor-bob style. Her eyes were cat-tilted and the palest shade of blue she had ever seen on a person before; staring at them too long sent a tiny shiver through Bulma. The unknown woman was dressed in an old, tattered, gray dress with black drawstrings in the chest, and also barefooted. Her appearance wasn't what caught Bulma's attention the most, however; it was the baby she held in her arms- a boy to be more precise- wrapped in a white blanket. He had a head full of fine, bright red hair, with eyes that were a darker shade of blue than the woman's. The baby wasn't crying or anything, just staring up at her underneath a little scowl- one that looked very, very strikingly familiar to Bulma.

It was a long moment before Bulma found her voice again. "Um. Can I help you, miss?"

"Here, take this child!"

That was the only warning she got as the baby was thrust into her arms, giving her no other choice but hold onto him.

"H-Hey! What do you think you're doing!?" Bulma protested.

"His name is Koji. He is...Vegeta's son."

"W-WHAT!?" Bulma exclaimed in stupefaction, her blue eyes doubling. It was so shocking that her brain could almost be heard coming to a screeching halt. "V-V-Vegeta's...?"

The young mother ignored the flabbergasted older woman, staring down at her child with a regrettable expression. Briefly, she reached out to gently caress the side of his face. Then, with noticeable difficulty, she turned and was gone, breaking out into a run. That snapped Bulma out of her daze.

"Wait a second! Come back here!" she called, attempting to run after the mysterious woman and make her give a more full-drawn explanation for all of this. Bulma ran no more than three steps when she was forced to stop, gawping at the woman in amazement as she rose into the air and rocketed away in an incredible burst of speed. "What is...going on here...?"

Abruptly, Bulma was reminded that she had a baby in her arms when he started crying at the top of his lungs. Bulma looked panicked; while she was a beautiful genius before her time (as she often liked to describe herself as), dealing with babies was definitely unfamiliar territory for her. She tried thinking of ways to calm him down. The first thing Bulma tried was pleading and that didn't work; next she tried singing him a lullaby, though, that only served to make the baby cry louder. Bulma even tried to bribe him, which failed as well. Finally, she started making silly faces, and slowly, thankfully, the baby-Koji- stopped crying and started to laugh. Bulma let out an audible sigh of relief. When that scowl almost quickly returned to his features, Bulma now realized why she had thought it seemed so familiar earlier. That look alone cinched his mother's story.

"You really are that man's son...!" Bulma said, awed, smiling in spite of herself. "So your name is Koji, huh? Well, hello there, Koji-kun, my name is Bulma."

Koji giggled in response, and Bulma smiled even more. Now how could any offspring of Vegeta be so adorable? For that matter, how could any woman get the proud Prince of the Saiyajin to even make a baby with her? Who was she? What was she that she had the ability to fly?

"I think this is going to be another one of those days," she murmured contemplatively.

As if understanding what she was saying, the baby grinned toothlessly up at her.

When a shadow passed over them all of a sudden, Bulma glanced up. Yamucha had finally made it, descending out of the air in that yellow sports aircar she had bought him a couple of years ago, touching down in front of her and Koji. Under normal circumstances, she would have been prepared to lambaste him soundly for arriving for their date so late and without calling her. Yet as Yamucha stepped out the car and jogged over, she thought she had never been so glad to see him, because right now she really needed to talk to someone.

"Bulma- I'm so sorry I'm late! I know you're mad at me, but my car cut off on me. Then I forgot my cell phone back at home and-" Yamucha trailed off in his explanation when he finally noticed the baby. He smiled. "What a cute kid! Whose is he?"

Bulma looked to Yamucha, then back to the baby.

"You're not going to believe this, but this is child of Vegeta..."

To Be Continued