So, I decided to add this chapter too... I don't think I will add more but who knows...

Settling down.

"So, how's your pregnancy going?"

When Chichi first saw Bulma on her door, the first impulse was to cry. 3 months after Goku's death and 3 months pregnant were a lot for the raven haired woman to handle so she needed as much support as she could get. But because her blue haired friend was with Trunks in her arms and Gohan was studying in his room, she decided to hold back her tears.

"Good. As good as a saiyan pregnancy can be, you know. Extreme mood swings and insane cravings. But Gohan has been helping a lot too. I feel bad for him, his life completely changed, he lost his father, he feels he's responsible for me and now the baby... plus he's in a fragile age. I'm scared Bulma."

"Chichi-" said Bulma taking Chichi's hand in hers "- you're the strongest woman I know in every single way. You've handled a lot of things. Plus I'm here whenever you need me. You know I'm just a phone call away don't you?!"

"I know and I'm grateful. But you have your own problems to deal with. And Vegeta is the biggest, most serious one. What are you gonna do with him?"

Bulma sighed and smiled sadly. "I really don't know. I try to talk to him but he won't even reply."

"You got tired already?"

"I love him to pieces, but truth be told, I'm tired of putting up with his childish behavior. I would give anything just to have his old, arrogant self back again."

Trunks, who was sitting on the floor, glanced up at Bulma. They were talking about his daddy, he knew that much. Getting up on his two feet, he went towards his mother and patted her leg, as if to show her that everything was going to be just fine. Both Bulma and Chichi smiled sweetly at him and the younger woman sighed.

"Guess Gohan could take a break from his studies. Come on the two of you, let's go get him."

Walking down the hall to Gohan's bedroom, Bulma caught sight of a picture of Goku. Stopping, she motioned Trunks to look at the picture.

"Hey baby see, he was mama's best friend since we were little. He was very strong and very kind. You and his son or daughter are going to be best friends, just like us."

Chichi smiled sadly at Bulma. Both missed him, she missed her husband while Bulma missed her best friend and closest thing she had ever had to a brother.

"Gohan, someone's here to see you, but you probably know by now." said Chichi holding the door opened. Bulma smiled brightly at Gohan, who was studying. Ever since his father's death, the boy had granted his mother's every single wish, including studying to be the bright scholar she had always wanted him to be.

"Bulma, Trunks!" said Gohan jumping from his chair greeting the blue haired woman. What happened in Namek was something they would always share and after that experience he couldn't help but feel close to Bulma. She was like a sister to his father after all. "How great to see you!"

"I thought you would need a break." said Chichi "I'm going to get started with dinner, Bulma are you staying?"

"Sorry Chichi, gotta go back and solve that tiny little problem."

"Oh okay, if you change your mind feel free to tell me." said Chichi closing the bedroom door behind her.

"Hey kid, so how's it going?" said Bulma. Trunks was trying to break free from her hold and noticing this she let him go.

"Well, good I guess, studying, mom's pregnancy, you know. what about your tiny little problem? I guess it's a saiyan problem with dark, flame shaped hair isn't it?"

"Ugh, don't remind me of him." said Bulma rolling her eyes.

"Dada?" said Trunks. He knew that his mommy usually rolled her eyes or got very sad and/or angry when she was talking about his daddy. This had to be one of those times.

"Yes honey, your jerk of a daddy."

Gohan laughed at Trunks' face, who was practically a perfect imitation of Vegeta's scowl. If the kid had dark eyes and hair, he would be a clone of the saiyan prince.

"I'm not going to ask you about that topic. It would take us a whole day."

"There's not much to talk about actually. That pig is overly depressed. He doesn't even want to insult me. But I have something to tell you though. Krillin stopped by earlier."

"Really? He came to visit just the other day but mom was away with grandpa."

"Well, he wanted to ask me something. He wanted to know how to date 18."

Gohan burst out laughing, finding it impossible to stop. "Gee Bulma are you serious?!"

"Yes, he wanted dating tips from me because I was the only one who had been romantically involved with a former villain."

Gohan laughed even more, if that were possible. "I knew Krillin had a crush on 18, but I didn't know he was actually gonna ask her out. What did you tell him?"

"What could I tell him? I told him to be patient but just because I put up with Vegeta doesn't mean that I know how to put up with all the bad guys."

"Oh trust me Bulma, being able to put up with Vegeta is something that deserves a medal. In Krillin's eyes, you're the proof that there's still hope for him." said Gohan not being able to restrain his laughter anymore and wiping his eyes. Trunks looked at Gohan wide eyed and laughed pointing at him. Gohan shook his head and smiled. "You're just like your father, right down to the habit of mocking everyone."

"Oh kid, you don't wanna know!" said Bulma sighing and rolling her eyes again.

An hour later, after saying their goodbyes, Trunks and Bulma started their plane and headed towards West City.

Back at Capsule Corp. , Vegeta was searching the fridge for something to eat. The woman wasn't back yet and her parents were away on vacation. Sensing Trunks' ki just outside the door, he felt the key being inserted and the door open. Trunks entered the kitchen walking while Bulma was holding 3 capsules in her hand. She came towards him and tossed the capsule on the kitchen counter, food appearing when the smoke cleared. There were 20 boxes of pizza.

"One of them is mine, the rest is yours. I thought you might be hungry."

Vegeta just nodded and took 19 boxes, leaving one to Bulma and headed towards his room.

'Eat Vegeta. Were gonna have a long talk just as soon as I put Trunks back to sleep.' thought Bulma to herself picking her son up.

It was 10 PM when Bulma finally closed the nursery door. She smiled. Her baby boy would fall asleep immediately after his bath. With a new purpose, she walked down the hall, to Vegeta's room. She opened the door slowly and saw he was awake, staring at the TV. She unplugged the TV cable and he glared at her evilly.

"Oh stop it will you?! We're gonna talk, and we're gonna do it right now. I'm fed up with you behaving as if you're younger than Trunks. Shit happens everyday Vegeta but we don't lock ourselves in our room and ignore the rest of the world. Grow up and take responsibility. You made your bed, you lie in it. You're a father now and staying here all day isn't going to reverse it."

Vegeta said nothing just narrowed his eyes.

Bulma was livid. She wanted him to talk to her and she wanted it right now. She grabbed her slipper and threw it at him. "At least insult me you idiot. But say something. Anything. "

Again, Vegeta said nothing but took in her appearance. He hadn't really noticed but she was back to perfect shape, even after giving birth. And motherhood had given her a glow that made her even more beautiful. He had heard part of her conversation with baldy. He didn't know she felt that way about the situation. He blamed himself for not being able to help the grown up version of Trunks. Cell had killed him and he hadn't been able to protect him, nor avenge him. Kakarot was gone and he, the saiyan prince, had been surpassed by a kid. He had stayed because he would train Trunks. Bulma knew nothing about saiyans and it would be hard for her alone to raise the boy. He sighed and closed his eyes.

"What do you want me to say?"

Bulma's eyes widened in shock. He replied, for the first time in months, he replied. She sat on the bed next to him.

"Anything. I want to know that you're okay. Vegeta, I'm worried about you. You never acted like this. I fell in love with the way you were always in control, always self confident and no one could wipe that smirk off your face. Seeing you like this pains me more than a thousand physical tortures would."

"What would you know about them?"

"I don't. But I can imagine… Vegeta, why are you truly here?"

"To train the boy. He'll need it, you must have noticed his strength is getting out of control. Either that, or he'll start hurting you."

Bulma smirked. "Careful Vegeta, one might think you're worried about my safety."

He rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Absolutely not. I just don't want him to feel guilty."

"Uh huh" said Bulma getting closer to him. He noticed this and raised an eyebrow. "Look, I just want you to be a father to your son, that's all. I know what we had is long gone. But Trunks is still here."

He only nodded and she kissed his cheek. "Thank you Vegeta. And start training. Your body is changing and let me tell you it's not a pretty sight." she said winking closing the door behind her, leaving the saiyan stare at it wide eyed. He shook his head and smirked. Maybe this could go somewhere...