I finished A Desperate Wish earlier today, but I already had an idea for Vegeta's reaction to Bulma, Tracey and Trunks' resurrection. It was lightly described in ADW's epilogue, but here it is completely from Vegeta's POV.

Enjoy!

It was so cold and empty, the throne-room that is… not that his life had felt different for the last couple of years. Especially the last couple of months had been hard. He had seen his daughter and got renewed hope, but he had no idea when he would see his family… family. Yes, they were his family, the people he cared about the most. This realization he had been hit by for a couple of days ago had made it hard on him to just discard Kakarrot's sacrifice of his own son just as something necessary.

He should have followed Kakarrot! This still-sitting waiting was not something he was suited to… And yet here he was; sitting all by himself, pondering and wondering… No! He had to do something; anything.

The feeling of resolve had just hit him when three kis turned up out of blue, giving him such a shock he immediately got out of his seat and into a defense-stance. The sight in front of him had been the last he had expected, but the one he had hoped for: in the middle of the room were the woman and two children.

"DADDY!" The black-haired girl came running towards him; as soon as he was in reach of her, she jumped at him, throwing her arms around his neck. Per instinct he caught her and wrapped his arms around her small figure, staring at the happy and giggling child in his arms in pure disbelief. He tightened his grip around her body. She was real.

Vegeta looked up; his gaze fell upon the purple-haired boy next to the woman. He had never seen him before, but he knew. The lines in the boy's face and his overall posture were his own. It was his son.

He got down on one knee and stretched his arm towards the boy, inviting him to their first contact. A tiny voice in the back of his head screamed he should get up and let go of the girl; this wasn't the way a proper saiyan acted! But his body and instinct couldn't care less – it was his children, and he needed to be this close to them!

The boy let go of his mother's hand and ran to him, embracing him and Tracey at the same time. Vegeta closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, completely overwhelmed by the situation. It felt like his chest would explode in this moment.

A sound, which had haunted him for the last couple of years, caught his attention. His children had noted them as well, and they had almost instantly let go of him to run to their mother. She was crying? A rush traveled through his body and he felt like his heart would stop; was this all dream? It couldn't be! If it was he wouldn't be able to bear it. No, no, no, no! He got up from the floor and grabbed his head; none of the others reacted, and he felt panic begin to rise. 'NO!'

But then something happened. The woman raised her head and looked at him. She smiled; she smiled and opened her arms. She wouldn't do so in a dream… right? Cautiously he walked to her and stretched his hand towards her. Just as cautiously as he had walked she grabbed his hand and let him help her up from the floor.

When she got up he laid his arms around her and held her tightly against his body. "Are you real?" he whispered into her hair.

"We're all back, Vegeta." She leaned backwards and looked into his eyes. "We're home."

"Bye Daddy!"

"Bye Dad!"

"Tracey, Trunks," he barked down the corridor, where his children just had run past him, "where do you think you're going!?" The woman and children had been back in half a year and this had become almost every day routine.

"We've just talked with Burdock; his uncle can train with us today." Trunks turned around and was on his way down the corridor once again, while Tracey stood still and sent him a begging gaze. Both children had their own way of trying to get their way around him, and to his own regret Tracey's was the one working best. Trunks way of just walking away agitated him, but Tracey's large, black eyes melted his heart time and time again.

"Trunks, come here for a moment!" Vegeta crossed his arms in front of his chest. "I will let you go this time, but I won't let Gohan take care of all of your training."

The purple-haired boy nodded and sent him a smile before he quickly ran out of the palace, his sister in tow.

"Well, well, my king, I'm surprised to see how your children do whatever they want." He turned around and looked at his mate; she had a teasing glim in her eyes while she was casually leaning against the wall.

"Their mother does whatever she wants, so why shouldn't the children do so?" He let his tail sneak around her leg; a habit he had gotten to make sure she was still there and feel her soothing pulse. That the action made her heart start to pump wilder and her eyes get a lewd glim wasn't a bad side-effect.

"Are you calling me spoiled?" she said with fake surprise. "I must say, I'm shocked!"

"I didn't say that," he mumbled and dragged her against his body. He took in a deep breath and enjoyed her smell. "But wouldn't traveling back in time, using the Dragonballs in sneaky ways and forcing me to father a child count as doing whatever you want?"

"Oh well, you might have a point," she said and barred her throat to him, giving him full access. "But you didn't complain that much," she said almost out of breath by his swift kisses all over her fair skin.

"Even if I had, you should know I don't mind now; otherwise it would be stupid of me to have gotten you pregnant again." His lips hit the palm of her hand now, and she forcefully pushed him away. Even though she had gotten saiyan powerlevels, she couldn't compare to him, but often he obliged her use of power.

"What do you mean?" she said in a low voice.

"Don't tell me you haven't noticed?" He lifted an eyebrow and tried not to smile too much; her face of utter surprise was priceless!

"Of course I have! I wanted to surprise you someday soon before telling the kids. Urgh!" She hit him at the shoulder in frustration but smiled at him afterwards. "So you're really okay with this?"

"A brat more or less, what's the difference?" he said jokingly and enjoyed her expression of joy.

"What sex do you hope for?" she asked; it was like she was surrounded by a bright light, her happiness made her glow.

"A boy," he said without hesitating.

"Why not a girl?" she asked and furrowed her brows.

"One daughter is enough," he said matter-of-factly.

"But why?"

Vegeta cringed. He couldn't get out of this one, and he knew it. "Don't you think worrying about all saiyan boys targeting our daughter is something I should only be dragged through once?"

His mate began to laugh and wrapped her arms around his neck, looking into his eyes. "Wow Vegeta, you're going to be a teenage-girl's worst nightmare. And it's sweet you think every boy is going to target our daughter."

He kissed her briefly at the lips and send her a smirk. "Even if she wasn't a princess they would do so; she does have her mother's beauty."

She looked at him with a smirk almost matching his. "Oh aren't you the charmer today?"

He laughed lightly and kissed her, this time deep. Vegeta knew all the former kings, probably some of the queens too, would think he was unworthy of the saiyan crown, but he didn't care. The impact Bulma had had on his life had reminded him of what his mother had tried to teach him as child:

Everybody can be happy.

Everybody deserves to be happy.

Even the slayer of millions, as long as a woman knows how to see him as anything but that.