Done with chapter 2! I will have the rest of the characters appear in this story (like I did with Krillin and Yamcha on this chapter) though mostly it will be from Bulma and Vegeta's POV :) Alsp, sorry about all the errors I probably have missed!
Hope you guys enjoy and feel free to comment if you want!
Aand no, I don't own any of these characters!
"Hiya there Bulma!" Said the scarfaced man.
"Yamcha!" Bulma greeted him with a smile. "What brings you here?"
"Well you know, Just stopping by..."
Bulma could hear the slight hesitation in his voice. "You need something?" She asked and quirked her eyebrows. That man really had no shame sometimes.
Yamcha laughed and scratched the back of his head. "Well uhm, you see... I kinda have this date".
"Oh? A girl huh?" Bulma asked with a teasing tone. Yamcha blushed and started rambling
"You should see her Bulma! She's absolutely gorgeus with long hair and curves that you only see in your dreams"
Bulma gave him a disapproving look "God Yamcha, you are such a womanizer".
Yamcha started sweating a bit and answered "Well...uhm yeah, I guess that is true. So, anyway I was wondering if I could... perhaps... you know. Uhm, borrow your hoover-jet?" He gave her his signature puppy-eye look that used to be impossible for her to refuse. Now it only reminded Bulma why they broke up in the first place. However, since they were close friends and since he had been there for her many times after their break-up Bulma decided she would oblige.
"Fine!" She said with a defeated tone. Letting him think that look of his still did the trick. She took out the capsule from her pocket and gave it to him. "Now, treat her nicely! She's my precious baby you know!"
Yamcha laughed and said "For one minute there I thought you were talking about Trunks!"
Bulma snorted. "Right, like I would ever trust you with him!"
Yamcha's laughter stopped "Heey!" He protested. "I'm really great with kids!"
Now it was her turn to laugh. "Well as you know, Trunks isn't just any kid!"
Yamcha grinned "I sure do! Say hi to the little fella' for me will ya?"
"I will" She answered.
As Yamcha turned to leave he added "And to his grumpy dad as well"
Bulma stared at him as he walked away. Did he really just say that?
Perhaps he didn't recent Vegeta as much anymore... When did that happened?
A smile spread across her face. The incident with Future Trunks... Maybe it caused Yamcha to stop hating the Saiyan Prince? Maybe Vegetas sudden outburst of emotions towards his son had changed Yamcha's perspective of him?
She certainly hoped so.
Bulma kept looking at the direction the scar-faced warrior had walked off in. Had her perspective of Vegeta changed as well? She wasn't sure to be honest. She wasn't even sure what they were to each other... Her baby-daddy? It sounded so strange. Surely, their relationship had ended with Trunks. Rather adruptly actually.
"Bu-ulma!" Her train of thoughts were interrupted by a chirpy-voiced woman with Trunks in her arms. Bulma turned around to face her mother and son.
"There you are, dear. I think my beautiful little grandson needs to be fed" She giggled as if what she just said had been amusing and put the purple-haired baby in Bulmas arms. Bulma smiled at her mother and greeted her son. "Hi there my little prince! Ready for some dinner, are we?"
Yamcha tossed the small capsule and with a poof a sleek, sporty-looking vehicle appeared. He smiled. Say what you want about Bulmas choice's in men, but when it came to cars and hoover-jet's... she sure knew how to pick 'em.
He'd impress Candy for sure. Yes, Candy was the name of his latest girl. He kept telling himself that she was nice, maybe a little airheaded. But she sure made up for it in other areas...
He opened the door of the hoover-jet and climbed in. Right when he was about to start his cell-phone started ringing. Thinking it might be Candy he answered.
"Well aren't we in a hurry to hear my sweet voice" Confidence is always the key.
"Uhm, Yamcha?" The voice asked with a confused tone.
"Oh! Sorry Krillin" The scar-faced warrior laughed and felt his cheeks colouring. "Thought you were someone else".
"Ah...er, sorry"
Yamcha shook his head, somtimes Krillin was just too polite for his own good. "No problem at all man! So, what can I do for ya?"
"Ahem... you see, it's kinda about Android 18" The bald warrior answered.
Yamcha felt his pulse started to race... Oh no!
"Are you okay man? Need me to get the gang?" He rushed. Vegeta was closests so he'd go to him first. Then Gohan...
"N-no! It's nothing like that! No need for anyone to fight! Krillin answered with a slight panic. This really could've gotten out of hand...
The scar-faced man felt overwhelmed with relief and laughed nervously.
"God, Krillin You scared me there!"
"Sorry!...again" He said awkwardly. Yamcha frowned. Really why was Krillin so nervous? They'd known each other for years now! There really was no reason why he should be so embarassed and uncomfortable.
"Well, out with it man!" He said, trying to sound as supportive as he could.
"Okay, well...You see. I kinda need your help. I-she... She's just... I dunno how to..."
Yamcha smiled. Oh, I should've known. "Krillin, do you want to ask her out?" He asked with a slightly teasing tone.
"...Yeah" Krillin answered, defeat in his voice.
It wasn't exactly a secret, even though Yamcha thought it was strange, he guessed that was just love?
"I just don't know... how. So I thought I'd ask the expert"
Yamcha's smile grew. "Well, as you know my friend, flattery will get you anywhere! When do you wanna meet?"
Vegeta woke up with a throbbing headache. It was that kind of headache you got when you slept for too long. The proud Saiyan prince cursed to himself. Not even his body would allow him to sleep as long as he liked. No wonder though, his body was not used to this kind of lifestyle. Usually he would train until he almost passed out from sheer exhaustion, but not now. Again he was reminded of his own failure. Damn head would not let it go.
He rose from his bed and sat on the edge of his bed. Former warrior... That certainly had a pathetic ring to it. What was even more pathetic was the fact that he was stuck on this primitive planet filled with peace-loving hippies, the fact that the prince of all Saiyans knew what a hippie was... even more sad. Turned out that stupid television had come in handy afterall. It wasn't exactly entertaining to watch, but at least it was a way to kill time.
He looked out the window and saw that the sun was setting. "Seems like I have changed my sleeping pattern" He thought to himself. Oh well, not that it mattered. That meant a decreased risk of running into other people. Actually when he thought about it, it did not sound too bad. Not being forced to partake in idiotic conversations or having to listen to the incessant ranting of the women in this godforsaken household. Really, how anyone could have a two hour long conversation about which cupcake was the prettiest... Vegeta shook his head. What sort of absurd world had he gotten himself situated in?
He pinched the bridge of his nose. Enough with the self pity, he was thirsty.
As he entered the kitchen he saw that a big plate of food was waiting for him on the table. He walked up to the sink and filled an empty glass with cold water. As he gulped it down he heard someone approaching the kitchen. Blast it! why could they not just leave him alone?
"Oh, hello there son! Didn't know you were in here" Vegeta felt relieved when he heard the voice of Dr. Briefs. Preferably he would've wanted to dine alone, but if there had to be someone present he guessed the old man wasn't the worst of his options. The nightmare scenario would be that dim-witted wife of Dr. Briefs. She would never shut up and could make conversation out of everything. The cup-cake scenario being one of many horrible examples that Vegeta could think of.
He grunted as a reply to the old man's unecessary greeting. Of course he had not noticed, that man wouldn't notice if the world as he know it would come to an end.
Dr. Briefs whom was a little more understanding to the proud Saiyan's wish for solitude gave him a polite smile, mumbled something about just getting a cup of coffee and then left.
Vegeta ignored Dr. Briefs as he left and sat down in front of his plate. The food had been decent, when it was warm... But he was reluctant to go and het it up so he ate it cold. When he was halfway through he saw a small note next to the plate. He picked it up to take a closer look and scowled when he saw that it was a message for him.
"Vegeta-sweety, hope you enjoy my very special curry! I made it from a very special recipe that I recieved from my mother. I will hand it down to Bulma one day so it will run in the family. I do hope she will pass it along to Trunks... Unless you two get another baby? Maybe you will bless me with a little granddaughter? Wouldn't that just be wonderful? Oh my, I'm getting ahead of myself! xoxo Bunny"
Vegeta felt sick when he was done reading the note and shivered when he saw that the idiot woman had drawn a small flower...or was it a butterfly? Why the hell would she draw a butterfly? Though it should not come as a surprise, if anyone would be so twisted as to draw vermin on a note it would be her. And what was the point in that message? Him fathering a daughter? His scowl deepened at the thought. Not even if hell freezes over...
He crumbled the piece of paper and threw it in the garbage bin. Enough with the insanities.
Bulma's gaze flickered towards the babymonitor that was placed next to the computer down in the lab. Trunks had fallen asleep without too much of a huzzle. It was really... rare. As he grew he'd gotten more energetic. It had really dawned on her that she was a mother to a energetic half Saiyan. How would she be able to controle him in the future? She had stopped worrying about it when she found out that the future boy was her future boy. But now she started to worry about it again. How had the different time-line version of her managed to raise such a polite and kind young man?
She yawned and stretched out her arms. She had promsied her father to go over some of his notes for the big presentation the following day. At first she had offered to attend the presentation as moral support, but Dr. Briefs had told her that it wasn't necessary. Her mother would go with him and afterwards they'd decided to go to their favourit restaurant in celebration. What they were going to celebrate, Bulma wasn't sure of. However her mother had a tendency to celebrate the smallest things so it didn't surprise her.
She frowned when she realized she had lost her train of thoughts. Where were she? Oh right! Her realization that she was actually raising a hyperactive half Saiyan. How would she be able to put him in place when needed to? He would soon be able to overpower her. What kind of method should she use as a parent? Maybe Saiyans were polite by nature?... Bulma almost laughed at her own thoughtlessness. The two Saiyans she knew were anything but polite! Well, maybe Goku wasn't so bad. But he certainly lacked manners. While Vegeta did have manners, he was neither nice or polite.
Gohan on the other hand was very polite and well-mannered young boy. Though he was extremly sheltered... Oh no! She would not raise Trunks in the strict way Chichi raised Gohan, Noway! She would be a cool mom. Yeah, that would also keep her young. She smiled at the thought. She was just simply too pretty to be a serious parent with boring clothes and a strict frown.
As she pondered on this, her father walked in.
"Ah, Bulma-dear! How are things going?" He asked as he walked up tp her. A bit startled she turned to look at her father.
"Well I'm almost halfway and I've gotta say dad, so far it's looking really good! You're going to blow their minds as usual!" She answered and gave him a wink.
Dr. Briefs chuckled "Oh I'm sure there will be even more impressive presentations" He said, a little embarassed by her praise.
"Oh come on dad! You know you're always the one with the best and most impressive presentation" Bulma replied. She never could understand her fathers modesty.
"Well I'm sure there will be a lot of impressive presentations this year" He answered and then cleared his throat in a manner Bulma understood as him wanting to change the subject. "So..." He began with a slight hesitation. She looked at him confused. "What is it dad?"
"I was just wondering if you have spent any time with Vegeta lately?" He asked.
Bulma was caught of guard. Since when did her father concern himself with her and Vegeta?
"Hmm, not really... But, why do you ask?"
Dr. Briefs gave her a serious look and answered "Because I think he might be having a bit of a hard time... I would even go as far as to say that he might be depressed"
