Ch.2 Wow it's been a long time since I've worked on this story. I had to reread "The Event to Last a Lifetime" before I could even pick up the sequel. I know many of you have been waiting for years to read this. I'm so sorry for being away for so long. Hope everyone likes it.
The air in the space pod seemed to have gotten thicker. Vegeta's mind couldn't think of anything except his son and his mate. How did she possibly have a child after being minutes from death? She must have been much stronger than he ever imagined she could be.
"Son, is that you?" He heard his father ask. It forced him to come back to reality.
"Yes, father. I'm on my way back to Planet Vegeta. I escaped Frieza and he won't be back in commission for a while," Vegeta stated while picturing half of the lizard's body on the floor next to his throne.
The prince heard a snort next to him. He had forgotten Piccalo was with him. "I had assistance in escaping," he admitted after nodding to the green alien. "He will be our guest until he decides to return home."
King Vegeta nodded seriously. "Of course, son. Anything he needs will be supplied. How far are you from home?"
After checking his pod screens he replied, "Five hours."
"I will have some of my men meet you an hour out and..." his father was cut off by a young boy.
"Come on gramps. I'm starving!" Trunks commanded while pulling on the King's arm.
Vegeta watched as his father swatted the boy's hands away. "This is a serious matter, boy. I'm talking to your fa…" he was interrupted again, but by his own son.
"That's enough. I don't want the boy to know me until I return home. Nor do I want the woman to know of my return. She will certainly do something ridiculous otherwise," Vegeta said emotionlessly.
"Huh?" Trunks said looking at the com. "Who does this guy think he is talking to you like that? You're the King and I'm the prince!" Fire formed around the boy's body as he started to power up. "I'll show him a thing or two!"
Vegeta could barely see the two on the com because the child's power was as bright as the sun. It glared through the com causing him to shut his eyes. Suddenly he heard his father's voiced come through. "Have the chef cook him whatever he wants. I don't want to remodel my office for a third time because he wants to act tough."
The older Saiyan prince opened his eyes to see the purple haired boy scowling at his father. "I am tough Gramps. When whoever this jerk is gets here I'll prove it!" His stomach growled. "But right now I'm hungry." Vegeta matched the boy's scowl when he stuck his tongue out at the com and walked off with a guard.
Finally the King was alone. "He is much like you my son. Possibly a bit more spoiled though. I can't seem to get your mate to understand Saiyans are not raised like Earthlings," King Vegeta sighed.
A sharp pain shot through Vegeta's chest. His mate. He never thought he would feel so deeply for another person, but she had done something to him in the short time they had together before he was captured. He wanted badly just to see her. That woman was and still is his life and now he had another person he had to protect. Although he looked as if he could and would attempt to protect himself, his son would need his guidance.
"We will meet your men in a few hours, father. See you soon." Vegeta cut off the connection to his com.
"I didn't think the universe would provide another Saiyan like you, but that young child had to get his pride from someone." Piccalo crossed his arms over his chest and shut his eyes.
Vegeta hmphed and mirrored his position. They needed some rest before joining the other Saiyans his father was sending. His dreams were filled with memories of Frieza's terror, but every so often pictures of his son and Bulma would drown out the torture. His mate's blue eyes watched him as he walked to her. She would cry and thank Kami that he had returned while the boy would look at them in confusion. How would it be when he returned?
Bulma wrapped her robe around her body after stepping out of her bath. The maids had long been sent away. She hated having other people around her every second of the day. Her hands wiped the fog off of the mirror so she could see her reflection. Her hair short reached only the tops of her shoulders even with water dripping from it. Her body still frail, but her face had taken on a hardened look. That look, in her younger days, only appeared when she was angry. Over the past four years it stuck. She lost her mate to a maniac and had no idea if he was even still alive.
Bulma stared into the depths of her own eyes. She remembered Kakkarot bleeding and fighting around her. Foreign soldiers yanked her out of the regeneration tank her and Vegeta were in. Red was only color she saw. Blood was all over the room and her. The stab wounds were healed, but sore. She tried to fight the men and screamed for her mate, but he was still asleep in the tank. When Frieza stepped up to the tank an arm snaked around her waist and the next thing remembered was being outside of the palace with Kakkarot.
His words play over and over in her head even to this day. "There is nothing we can do for him now." She hated being weak, but that gave her motivation to train. These four years have been full of blood and broken bones. She forced Kakkarot to train her against his advice. Every day she went to the regeneration tanks to heal, but she could feel the strength building up inside of her. One day she would journey to the Cold Planet and rescue her arrogant mate. She smirked at herself. Her save the Saiyan Prince. How the tables have turned.
She glanced down at the sink in her bathroom and observed a bright red towel thrown lazily to the side. As she picked it up gold letters found her eyes. TRUNKS. Yes, her son. He was definitely a surprise and the only thing that has kept her remotely sane over the last few years.
After returning to Planet Vegeta with the few warriors that survived Frieza's onslaught, only months had passed when she started feeling sick every morning. Her thoughts went to the regeneration tanks and wondering if they had not completely healed her from the attack. The King insisted she see one of their physicians and she hesitantly complied.
When the Saiyan doctor told her that she was carrying the next heir to the throne, she fainted. How could she raise a Saiyan child without her mate's help? The child would never know the arrogance and insensitivity of its father. She hoped every night for a girl, but as Kami would have it, she gave birth to a boy.
Only hours after he was born she cried silently while holding him in her arms. She made a promise to him that he would know his father one day. That she would teach him everything there was to know about the prince that saved her life numerous times and the one who eventually captured her heart.
She laughed alone in her bathroom. Trunks turned out so much like Vegeta it was amazing that he never knew him. He is full of pride. The day he turned Super, as the Saiyans say, was only a few months ago at the ripe age of four. He was angry at one of the chefs for cooking his breakfast incorrectly. Bulma had to calm him down before he killed the poor man. Not only is he strong, but smart. He rivaled Bulma's intelligence.
Everyday she spent training and teaching Trunks things about the universe and his father. She told him that his father was a selfish man and only presented emotions when he couldn't control them. One day Trunks asked her if he loved her. Bulma only smiled. She told the young boy that she knew he loved her because he always protected her. Her son replied with one statement. "I'll protect you now, mom."
Her parents escaped Frieza's ambush and arrived on Planet Vegeta soon after she did. They stayed for two years before returning to Earth once they determined it was safe. Not even they could make her happy. She cried every night alone in her chambers.
Bulma sat the towel back on the sink and exited her bathing area. A small form was spotted on her bed curled under the blankets. It was her son. He liked to take naps in her room instead of his because he said Kakkarot's son was too noisy in the room next to him. The two boys would play together when Trunks was bored. Goten was younger than him and he thought that he was annoying most of the time.
"Trunks?" Bulma asked sitting on the edge of her bed.
The bed shifted and the purple haired boy lifted his angry eyes to her. "Mom I have to get my rest. Some idiot is coming to the palace later and I have to teach him to watch his mouth around Grandpa." He sat up and yawned.
Bulma smirked. "Son, please keep in mind that your grandfather is a grown man and can easily defend his honor without your help."
"He allowed this man to talk to him like he was a commoner," he admitted while scowling at her.
She couldn't deny that he looked much like his father when he was angry. "Then I'm positive he will get what's coming to him."
Trunks jumped on the bed fighting an invisible foe. "Yeah from me!"
Bulma grabbed one of her casual dresses from the closet and changed behind a screen. Her body was still slender, but she was sporting new tone to her arms and legs. The short purple dress was one Trunks had made for her birthday. He said he wanted her to be reminded of him every time she wore it.
"Did you eat lunch already?" She asked while twirling her hair into a bun and watching her son kick the open air.
"Yes, mother. Chef Duel made me Turkey legs and green beans," he grinned, but got serious when Bulma came closer to him. "I don't know why he insists that I eat vegetables. They are nasty."
Bulma laughed. Saiyans would always rather eat meat than anything else. Trunks leaned in to whisper into her ear. "Don't tell him I fed the beans to the fish," he nodded after she agreed to his request.
The mother and son walked through the palace halls to the conference room. The palace was bustling with people and decorations. Someone important must be coming Bulma thought. Her son would have to learn the hard way that he can't everyone he encounters.
The King sat at the head of the large conference table when the duo entered. Trunks ran to him and jumped into his lap with a smile. Bulma took her seat on his left and smiled sweetly.
"What do we owe this visit, sir?" She had grown to like the King over these four years. He did everything to accommodate her and Trunks. He even took time out of his days to check on her and Trunks training.
He smirked at his daughter-in-law. "We have a very special guest coming in today. He has met with my greeting party and will be here within the hour. I know that you always look exquisite when we have guests, but this one is important. Please have the servants dress Trunks in his black training outfit along with his cape."
Bulma nodded in recognition. She knew the King had notable people come in and out of the palace all the time, but he had never wanted Trunks to wear anything, but whatever the boy wanted. She knew that her attire should be top notch like always.
The King dismissed them. In less than an hour Bulma stopped by Trunks room to escort him to the ball room. He looked so handsome in his clothing. An image of Vegeta shot through her mind the instant she laid eyes on her son. He looked like a miniature Vegeta with purple hair.
"Wow, mom, you look beautiful," he announced as he grabbed her hand to walk down the hall. Bulma's dress was the length of her body and midnight black with small red crystals covering the fabric over her chest. Slits ran up either side to expose her muscular calves. She liked to flaunt them since it took her a while to get them. Her hair framed her face leaving only a few strands to fall to her chin.
"Thank you, Trunks," she smiled down at him. The halls held only guards since everyone else was in the ballroom eating and waiting on the guest to arrive. One of the guards opened the door as they approached their destination. The giant room was filled with people. If people weren't backing away to give them space to walk they would have never made it through.
She dropped Trunks off with the King at his throne and took her seat beside him. She could hear everyone asking each other who was so important to throw such an extravagant party for and she too was wondering the same question. The palace guards were stationed around the room and everyone else sat at tables set in various places. Food and drinks were everywhere.
Just as she grabbed a drink from a server, the large wooden doors to the ballroom opened and a hush shrouded the room. Gasps were heard soon after and everyone stood to bow to the oncoming visitor. Little did Bulma know he wasn't a visitor at all.
She looked to the King on her left and saw him stand leaving Trunks sitting on his throne. With a raised arm he announced to the quiet room. "Everyone let's celebrate the long awaited return of my son. Prince Vegeta!"
He's back! Please leave reviews so I can continue this fic! Until next time!