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Much to Bra's disappointment, Vegeta had regained his Saiyan composure by the time she'd walked Usagi home and then flown back to Capsule Corp, but she could tell by his eye twitch and the way the vein in his forehead was pulsing that he was still freaking out a little bit. "What, Daddy?" She asked defensively. "Ashamed to have a daughter that prefers girls over boys?"

Much to everyone's surprise except for Bulma's—who'd come home the moment she'd gotten the picture of Vegeta with his jaw on the floor—Vegeta rolled his eyes and snorted. "You obviously haven't listened to a damned thing I've tried to tell you about our culture, have you, Bra? Homosexuality wasn't frowned upon on Vegeta-sai. Our people cared about power levels, not about who you were fucking. Now sit down so we can have a little talk."

That tone was the one that everyone knew not to argue with, so Bra complied, but only after she'd given her father a look that told him she was clearly not happy with being ordered around. "Alright, I'm sitting. Now go ahead and yell at me so I can go to bed, already. I'm exhausted as hell after fighting my beast down for half the night."

Vegeta paused at that before nodding slowly, suddenly seeming more relaxed about the whole situation. "So this is the real deal, then. Good," he grunted. "Now… did you tell her about who and what we are?" He asked seriously.

"Daddy, I'm not an idiot. I did pay attention during the whole thing with Goten and his first girlfriend and the way you took him out back for her running her mouth after they broke up. Though I can tell you right now that Usagi won't tell anyone. She's not like that, and we're not breaking up, either."

"Kot'tor," Vegeta grunted in his native language when it was clear that Bra was getting her hackles up in preparation to go down swinging where Usagi was concerned. "You did well by not telling her yet, princess," he praised as he bent and kissed her forehead. "I know your beast reacted and you want to tell her everything about yourself and bite her and mate her, but you have to be patient. Humans aren't Saiyans; they don't have the same instincts as we do. If she were Saiyan, you'd have my blessing to do whatever you wanted, but because she's human, you need to be patient. Court her for a little while, let us meet her and decide whether or not she's in it for the long haul."

"But Daddy, Usagi's not like that, she's—"

"Hi'nah," Vegeta groaned as he rubbed at the bridge of his nose. "Trunks told me all about her. But you know how I am, too."

Slumping back in her seat, Bra nodded. Her father trusted no one unless he felt like he really knew them and they'd actually proven themselves trustworthy; all of his trauma as a child had ensured that he would never trust easily or completely outside of family. "Fine," she ground out, "we do it your way. One week."

"Phhht. Girl, you're pushing your luck. One month. Eh! Don't give me that look, little girl! One month is more than reasonable according to your mother—feel lucky that she wheedled me down from a year while you were out on your little date." Vegeta lifted a brow then and studied his youngest child for a long moment. "Did you finally get a kiss?"

"Heh… yeah, I did," Bra replied smugly, a mirror of her father as she practically glowed with pride.

"Happy?" Vegeta snorted with a roll of his eyes. "Was that ridiculous human mating custom all you thought it was cracked up to be?"

"Mmmhmmm," she sighed, her cheeks heating up slightly as she thought of how good Usagi had tasted and smelled. "I honestly don't think we even watched half of the movie."

"Aw, Vegeta! Bra's got that dreamy look on her face that you used to get whenever you thought I wasn't looking!" Bulma teased, unable to keep silent any longer.

"Shut up," he grumped. "After you texted that picture to Kakarot, you're lucky I haven't thrown you in the gravity room and turned it up to fifty G's!" He chose then to ignore his mate's pealing laughter to look back to his youngest before leaving, his lips twitching up in a ghost of a smile. She really did have that dreamy expression on her face, and while he was worried about whether this possible new addition to their family would run her mouth or break Bra's heart, Vegeta was genuinely happy that his daughter was making her first—and hopefully only—romantic connection. Gods, Dr. Briefs was right when he told me that she'd eventually grow up.

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"Can I take it off yet?" Usagi whined despite the little grin playing on her face. Wow, whatever this surprise was, Bra must have gone all out if she was keeping her blindfolded for so long!

"Just a little further, sweetheart, I promise!" Bra laughed as she walked beside her girlfriend, one arm solidly around her waist just in case she tripped or lost her balance.

It had been a month since their first date, and just as her father had promised, Bra now had his blessing to bring Usagi into the fold, to finally tell her the truth about who and what they were and where they came from. And in true Briefs fashion, Bulma had decided to make a bit of a party out of it and had invited everyone to openly spar—ki allowed!—at their vacation home far out in the country, where an idle Final Flash or Kamehameha Wave wouldn't decimate half of Satan City's population.

That alone had kept Vegeta from reneging on his promise; while he expressed that Usagi could likely be trusted with their identities, he'd also made it clear that he felt like the blonde was hiding something as well, and he wasn't too happy about that uneasy feeling he got whenever his daughter's girlfriend got angry and her ki spiked a lot higher than any normal human's would.

Not only that, but the girl's personality would do a complete and total one-eighty whenever she was absolutely livid. Vegeta had actually witnessed it once while they'd been at the mall—some stupid little shit had made a lewd comment about Bra and Usagi sharing a brief kiss, and before the Saiyan prince even had a chance to step in and handle it, Usagi was pouncing, her hand balled into a fist, and she was pounding the living shit out of the bastard. Hell, Vegeta had even been forced to pull her off of the punk when Bra refused to and the blonde had started repeatedly kicking the little shit in the dick as he laid there broken and battered.

He'd even taken them out for ice cream after that when Usagi had started crying, apologizing to him and Bra for ruining the outing despite the Saiyan princess's attempt to convince her girlfriend that she'd saved the little asshole from a far worse fate by her own hands or even Vegeta's.

But something about her—even her scent seemed off and familiar at the same time!—still wasn't quite right, something Vegeta couldn't quite place, and it was likely going to make him crazy until he finally figured it out.

"Okay," Usagi stated as she heard lots of voices—some of them familiar—coming from directly in front of her. "Bra, can we please lose the blindfold? Surely this is far enough, right?"

"Oh, fine," Bra laughed. "Maybe we'll use it again later though?" She purred as she nipped at the back of the shorter woman's bare neck. "I won't go too far, I promise," she added in a whisper, "I just thought it might be fun?"

Shivering at the sensation of a few more nips and kisses to her throat as Bra untied the blindfold, Usagi couldn't help but give her a little nod of consent. They'd gone to second base, and while Bra obviously wanted more than that, she'd been infinitely patient with Usagi despite the sexual frustration that both of them were experiencing. Maybe it was time for them to take the next step.

About to voice her willingness to go a little further, Usagi was broken from her thoughts by the blindfold dropping and the sight of a huge group of people cheering and waving at her from a large field beside a massive house she'd never seen before. "Bra? What's all this? Who are all these people?"

"This, Usagi," Bra stated proudly, "is the really long story that I haven't been able to tell you. Come on!" She urged her, grasping her hand and tugging her the entire twenty yards to the edge of the field and a set of bleachers.

Usa was met with broad smiles and lots of hugs and 'welcomes' from everyone, but she was still as confused as ever until someone called out, 'let's just show her!' and a fight between two of the men started out in the field. "Show me what?" She whispered to Bra amidst another hug from a woman that had introduced herself as Videl.

"Just watch!" Bra giggled. "Come on, come sit up here with me! Mom had the bleachers built just so we could watch the sparring!"

With a shrug and a patient smile, Usagi climbed up and sat down next to her girlfriend, leaning into the arm around her waist, resting her head on Bra's shoulder. At least, until one of the men out in the field yelled something that sounded like "Tri-Beam" and shot up into the air, only to fire a golden light from his outstretched hands. "OH MY GOD THAT IS SO COOL!"

Moving with her Saiyan speed, Bra caught Usagi easily before she fell down the bleachers and just grinned at her when she gawked at the Saiyan princess in astonishment. "Do you know often I've had to keep myself from moving that damned fast whenever you'd trip?" Bra snorted. "And now I don't have to do it anymore!"

"Wait… so you… you can do all of that, too? You can fly and shoot stuff out of your hands and move really fast and—" A kiss silenced her, and Usagi could only moan softly into it when a hand bunched in her braided hair and she felt Bra's tongue seek hers out, tangling with it slowly.

"You were rambling," Bra whispered as she broke the kiss, following up with a possessive little nip to Usa's lower lip. "Damn it, you taste so good, Usa."

"Hey, come on!" A familiar voice called out. "Usagi's new to the whole Saiyan hormone thing—wait, does she even know about that yet?—never mind, just give her a break and let her come watch the fights! Goku and Vegeta are coming up next!"

"Rei-chan…?" Usagi asked slowly as she fought her way up through a heavy state of arousal. How Bra could set her off like that every time was beyond her, but she never failed to make the blonde melt with a single kiss. "Wait… Rei-chan!?" She yelled indignantly. "You knew about this!? And what in the hell is a Saiyan hormone and why are you here and—"

A stiff yank to the back of her dress stopped her, and Usagi realized she'd moved down the bleachers and was right in Rei's face, her fist balled up and ready to fly. "Temper, Usa!" Bra chided her teasingly. "Rei knows because her and Goten are going to mate!"

"Mate…? You mean marry, right?" Usagi asked slowly, more than confused by the way everyone within earshot was grinning or laughing at the conversation.

"Nope!" Goten answered brightly as he came running up at a superhuman speed and kissed Rei on the cheek. "We're going to mate in the Saiyan way, which is an even stronger bond than marriage." Usagi's persistent look of confusion made him sigh heavily, and he shot Bra a look. "Seriously? You really need to tell her what a Saiyan is, Bra. It might help her to know what we're talking about. Even I spelled it all out for Rei before I dropped the entire group on her," Goten chastised.

Bra didn't have time, though; the pair from the field were flying in, and Usagi blinked up at the tall, three-eyed man that smiled down at her warmly. "Hey, sorry I startled you, I thought Bra had warned you ahead of time! I'm Tien," he introduced himself. "This is Krillin," he added with a tip of his head towards the shorter man.

"Oh, hi! I'm Tsukino Usagi!" She replied with a little bow. "And it's ok, Bra was just about to explain but—"

"I KNEW YOU SMELLED FAMILIAR!"

The sound of Vegeta's triumphant shout stunned them all, and everyone at the party fell silent when he darted over, followed by a much taller man that looked so much like Goten that it could only be the famous Son Goku. "I KNEW IT!" The prince emphasized as he dipped his face close to Usa's throat and sniffed her.

"Dad, what the hell!?" Bra snapped as her beast started to snarl at her to protect her mate from the males that were getting far too close for comfort.

"It's ok, Bra," Goku soothed. "Vegeta's right, I can smell it on her, too. She smells a lot like Tien. Way too much like him, in fact."

"Have you two ever met before?" Vegeta asked suspiciously as he turned and sniffed at Tien as well just to confirm what his nose was screaming.

"No," Usagi and Tien replied with quick shakes of their heads, followed by the blonde scowling when Vegeta frowned and sniffed at her neck again.

"Cut it out!" She growled at him as she bared her teeth and whacked at the side of his head ineffectually. "You're creeping me out, Vegeta!"

"Oh dear gods." That barely whispered phrase caught all of their attentions and they focused completely on Tien, who looked like he'd seen a ghost. "When you got mad and made that face," he breathed. "You… you looked just like her…"

"Who!?" Everyone shouted except for Goku, who was laughing so hard he'd fallen over, holding his sides as tears rolled down his face.

"L—L—LAUNCH!" The Saiyan answered for all of them as he cackled madly and rolled around on the concrete.

"L—Launch?" Usagi squeaked out as she sat down hard on the bleachers. "Please tell me that you don't mean that scary bank robber lady that terrorized the world twenty years ago?"

"The one and the same!" Goku cackled as everyone just stared and Tien took a seat as well, thumping down next to what was apparently his daughter, conceived on a night when he'd just finally given in to Launch because he'd felt bad for her.

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Bra couldn't seem to purr enough for her girlfriend on the way back to the party; they'd led Tien to Usagi's home, and the moment Ikuko had seen all three of them together she'd done a personality flip that the blonde had never seen before.

Her hair hadn't changed colors, but that face was the bad Launch that Tien remembered, only not quite as extreme. For Usagi, she was still her mother, only harder, tougher. A woman that had seen and done much in only forty years, a woman who probably had more secrets and stories to tell than her daughter had ever heard from her.

"I tried to prepare myself for the chance that you'd find out," Ikuko had told Usagi, her body language still gentle and motherly as she'd kissed her and hugged her. "I was sure I could avoid the truth when you were just friends with Bra, but I knew you'd learn the truth eventually when you two started dating. I would have to meet Bulma eventually and she'd recognize me…" A little chuckle had escaped her than and she shook her head. "I should have remembered Goku's nose and realized that it would translate to Vegeta as well. Of course, one of them would recognize your scent as Tien's; I guess I'm still just as prone to being ditzy as I was in my twenties, huh?"

That last question was directed at Tien, who was just staring at her, still in shock over the entire situation, but he managed a tiny shrug. "A kid, Launch… really? Why… why didn't you…?"

"Don't play stupid, Tien," bad Launch sputtered. "You never really wanted me and I accepted that. Whether you slept with me out of pity or kindness, I don't know, but even I've never been so horrible that I would hamper you with a child that resulted from what was very likely a pity fuck. I had plenty of money stashed from all the bank robberies, so it's not like I needed a man's help, anyway."

"That… that's not what I meant, Launch!" Tien shouted. "You never thought that I might have wanted to be a presence in her life!? That I might have liked being a father!? No, because you never fucking thought about anyone but yourself!"

Ikuko's hand flexed by her side as she bared her teeth at him, but only Tien recognized that motion. She was itching for a gun so she could shoot him. "Bra, honey, please take Usagi back while Tien and I have a little talk," she growled as she wiped away tears from her daughter's cheeks—tears that had appeared the moment Tien had accused her mother of being thoughtless. "A talk about how I would never insult someone's mother in front of them, and how I've thought of nothing else but my baby's welfare since the moment I found out I was pregnant."

Now they were on their way back, and Bra couldn't help but wonder if Tien would survive being left with an incensed Launch. "You know, from what I've heard about Launch from my mother's stories, I think everything's going to be ok. She's got quite the temper, but she loved Tien more than anything. I don't think she'll hurt him, if that's what you're worried about."

"Thank you," Usagi whispered into Bra's chest as she tightened her arms around her waist, her eyes closed against the rush of the wind as they flew.

"So… maybe it's bad timing, but… did you still want to know what a Saiyan is?"

Happy to accept any kind of distraction from how badly she was worrying over the man she'd only met a few hours ago, Usagi nodded. "Sure."

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