Chapter One

Looking up, Bulma only half noticed the delivery man walk into her office. Silently, he set the package down and then asked her to sign.

Too busy to pay attention to the scribble of her signature, she absently dismissed the UPS man. Then cam her lunchbreak, and as usual her lunch was small.

Munching on an apple she looked at the package from earlier,"Hm, who is this?" She wondered and opened it. Chocolates. Who sent these? Not that stupid saiyan prince, that's for sure. Handwriting is too neat. "Maybe Yamcha? No Vegeta would have his ass" Bulma thought. "After all I am Vegeta's 'mate'. Oh well the chocolates are gourmet and I better eat them before Trunks or Vegeta sees them. Well, of course, Vegeta would ask who sent them then track them down like a dog...her thoughts wandered to somewhere more important.

Oh shit I forgot to pick of Trunks from preschool!! Damn just when I was startint to figure something too." Bulma sighed, picked up her package and walked out, ignoring the empoloyes because she didn't want to deal with them.

"Kaasan!" Chibi Trunks criend when he saw his mother. She hadn't forgotten to pick him up, Gotne had just left and he hadn't noticed the passage of time.

"Hello Trunks," She smiled and picked the lavender haired child up, and transported him into the car. "How was school today?"

"Hmmm hmm hmmmm!" He replied

"What?" She turned to look over her shoulder.

"Trunks!"

The boy looked up, chocolate smeared around his mouth, half the chocolate gone into his stomach of saiyin steel. " I said Goten and myself made mud pies and Ms. Chi-chi got mad, as usual."

"Well she is kind of a neat freak, did u learn anything at school today?

"Nope hey is Dad home?" Trunks said as he finished up what was left of the chocolate.

"Of course he's home training where else would he be, why?

"Well this letter I found in the chocolate someone really loves you," Trunks laughed, "I just want to see Daddy pulverize the guy!"

"Daddy will pulverize you if you don't get yourself cleaned up!" She said as they pulled up into the driveway.

Trunks looked a little pale, but looked up to the sky, to catch a glimse of his father. "Daddy must be getting his butt whooped by Goku about now, huh?"

"I wouldn't know," Bulma smiled, and led her son with her chocolates smeared all over his face. "Go clean your face."

Trunks nodded and ran down the familiar halls and into something evem more familiar.

"What the hell is all over your face?!" Vegeta asked. He picked up his son up by his collar and raisedthe purple haired boy to his own level. ""And I told your mother to do something about that hair!"

"Uh hi Daddy, did you get hurt by Goku?" Vegeta's face turned an almost purple color.

"Why you little..." Vegeta hissed, powering up.

"MOMMY!"

"Vegeta put down the child." Vegeta growled and dropped Trunks, hard.

"Ow! That hurt! I don't have buns of steel you know!" The young boy complained and rubbed his tush.

"Obviously" Vegeta grunted. "Wash your damned face before you have buns of goo because I'll blow your ass to hell."

"I think Daddy needs a swearing jar, Mommy."

"I think so too, I'll look into it dear." Bulma said with a smile. " Go wash up." Trunks tottered away, complaining about his un-buns of steel.

Bulma gave Vegeta the woman's glare, "You know you could of hurt him!"

"He's half saiyan if that hurts him he deserves to die."

"He's your son!"

"Oh well" Vegeta growled, "Where did he get that chocolate anyway? I thought you said no unhealthy food" He said mimicking her voice.

"I..uh" Bulma stammered, " I guess I just caved.

"That brat is such a fucking mama's boy!" "Watch your mouth, Vegeta!" Bulma growled at him. The prince reguarded her with a rough stare and then shrugged to show his indifference.

"You're so difficult!"

"And you're not woman?" Vegeta growled, "You always have to defend that brat don't you?"

"Well he's kinda my son! He's yours too!"

"He's part saiyan and can stick up for himself." Growling he continued, "Besided, only reason he's here is because you were so kinky!"

"Me! You're the one one who was giddy"' Bulma snarled. " You should have just gone to spar with Goku!"

"You were more fun to spar with," he snickered

Trunks decided this was not the time to hang around, he thought that talk was nasty anyway. Daddy sparring with Mommy? Now that's just wrong.

"Mommy I am going over Goten's!" Bulma turned away from Vegeta.

"Not by yourself, I'll drive you."

"But Mom even Chi-chi lets Goten fly over here alone."

"Well you're not.."

Vegeta cut in, "Anything that low class exscuse for a saiyan can do the son of the mighty Prince Vegeta can do" Bulma and Trunks both rolled there eyes.

"Well if Dad said I can, I'm gone be back later!"