The prideful warrior growled as his artificial opponent finally managed to knock him to the ground. Enzeru, his android opponent, let out a metallic chuckle as she flipped her brown hair back over her shoulder. Damn, Vegeta thought, Bulma makes these things so realistic it's not funny. It's almost satisfying when I destroy them. He smirked and launched himself upwards using his hands, rocketing into the air to come to a good height to get a considerable shot at the taller-than-necessary droid. With a smirk and savage chuckle, he spun around n the air to take a powerful kick at Enzeru's head. With a false scream, it came clean off, banging against the gravity room's wall. She twitched a little before falling to the ground with a thud. Vegeta landed, breathing heavily, as that feeling of nirvana faded away with his high heart rate.
He didn't know why humans didn't enjoy fighting. Bulma said it was because of a little thing called conscience, like he'd never heard of it before. He snorted to himself as he went over to turn off the gravity simulator. He didn't see what was wrong with every saiya-jin's favourite hobby. It was only killing. But, no, Bulma said. It wasn't just killing, like killing a chicken for dinner, it was killing people. He didn't see the difference. If it'd make her feel better next time, he could always eat them, too. He chuckled at his cleverness as he grabbed a towel and put it around his neck to go take a shower. Another stupid human habit that Bulma insisted he exercise. He walked slowly out of the gravity towards the Capsule corp. building that doubled as a house. It was pitch black outside, but it didn't matter. He could find his way between the gravity room and the house in his sleep. In fact, he often did.
He blinked and cocked an eyebrow as he saw that Bulma had set up a cot in the room, and was sleeping there holding the baby. Was she mad at him? He slowly and quietly made his way in, lowering his power considerably. Bulma had picked up on sensing powers. She wasn't very good at it, but still, he didn't feel he needed to wake anyone up.
He smirked softly. Bulma had for gotten to take off Trunks' hat before putting him to bed. He gently reached down and took it off, sitting it in Trunks' crib. He noticed Bulma had forgotten to change as well. She had on a red and white baseball cap, and her black shirt that had in the white writing '100% Woman' He let out a soft chuckle. She had that right. He smirked softly again. He noticed she was wearing cutoff jean shorts that had 'I love the Red Sox' written on the back pockets. She had mentioned going to a baseball game with her parents and Trunks earlier that day. They must have gotten back pretty late. He cocked his head to one side, still smirking. She looked perfectly desirable with her turquoise hair falling in ringlets over her shoulders. He decided to leave her to sleep. She looked like an angel. A real angel.
He blinked, snapping out of his trance as he noticed Trunks stirring a little in her arms. He was waking up. Vegeta sighed gruffly and picked up his son, putting him on his chest so he was looking behind him. He patted him on the back, careful to be very, very gentle as he walked him down to the kitchen. He was sounding happy now, 'ooh'ing and 'aaah'ing, His little fists hitting Vegeta against the back. As trunks continued amusing himself, Vegeta sat himself down on the counter of the island. Trunks, with a delighted giggle, brought up his little fists and tugged on Vegeta's hair. Hard. He winced to stop himself from yelling. He smirked softly and brought Trunks down to a different position, where he couldn't get at his hair. He gurgled and smacked his little baby hands against Vegeta's abdominal muscles. Vegeta looked down at him with a look of fatherly pride, and offered his finger to the child, who took it in both his tiny hands and tried to fit it in his mouth, grumbling in effort.
Vegeta looked up with a start as he heard a faint crash
upstairs and a scream from Bulma. He was alarmed as he dashed up the stairs and
into Trunks' room. Bulma was cowering in a corner, a man covered head to toe in
black, holding a gun pointed at her.
Trunks started to cry. Vegeta powered up, turned his head away and shot a blast at the near-dead thief. He didn't even wait for the smoke to clear as he tried to calm down Trunks, walking over to his shaking, sobbing wife.
He sat down beside her, and she moved to hug him. Vegeta put an arm around her, and held Trunks in the other. Then it hit him. He loved these two more than anything else in the universe.