Wow sorry it took so long to update. I am currently in the middle of exams and my mom took my laptop away for a brief but excruciating period. That's no excuse however, but don't worry I'll soon be on a month long holiday and it's typing all the way.

Chapter 4.

They were now standing in the back garden. They had gotten back from the lookout a few days ago. Vegeta had been distant while Bulma made sure that his sons were well and on the mend.

Vegeta was going over training methods in his head. He had been planning on just moping about after Kakarot's death and Gohan's ascension but Zion changed that. Vegeta wanted to see exactly how far he could push the boy.

Zion was now looking up at Mrs Briefs as she offered him a cake. He took one and she went to go and offer one to Trunks. Vegeta glared at her as she came towards him but she either didn't notice it or she ignored it.

"Vegeta dear, would you like a cake? They're fresh from the oven. It's chocolate, your favourite." Mrs Briefs asked.

Vegeta went pink and took one if only to shut her up. That woman saw way too much. Yes he liked the chocolate cakes, so what. She did not have to announce that to everyone.

Bulma came out the house carrying baby Trunks in her arms.

Vegeta scowled but said nothing. The boy needed to learn how to walk and her coddling him was not helping. She placed him in the sand box and Vegeta resisted the urge to smack his forehead. Sayians did not lower themselves to play in the dirt. Vegeta bit his tongue for two reasons. If he said anything Bulma would yell at him and never stop. Then she would suggest that he do something to amuse the boy. Trunks couldn't even walk yet so Vegeta couldn't even train him.

He finished his cake in one bite and Bulma glared at him. He could almost see the words flashing through her mind. He knew she considered his eating habits to be bad manners but he didn't care. He wasn't here for her, he was here for his sons.

He mentally flinched when he thought about what he had told her a few nights before. He had never told anyone that much about himself in his entire life. He scowled when he thought about the weakness he had displayed. He would no doubt regret this later.

Zion was staring down at the frosty icing covered cupcake as though he wasn't quite sure whether to eat it or to toss it. His tongue snaked out and licked a bit of icing. He then shrugged and broke it in half. He offered half to baby Trunks and ate his half in one bite.

Bulma shook her head but she was smiling. The fact that Zion had shared with baby Trunks made her a little less anxious. After all Zion was still adjusting to a new life. Heck so was she.

"He needs proper clothes." Vegeta said nodding at Zion.

He disapproved of the human clothes the boy wore. They offered no protection and would get ruined easily during any semi decent training.

Bulma frowned and looked at the small boy. He was squatting down and staring at the plants her father had planted. She thought that he looked cute in his little takkies, jeans and blue shirt. The shirt read "If you think I'm cute you should see my Daddy!"

Vegeta had sneered when he had seen the shirt at breakfast. Bulma supposed that she could get her father to just quickly make him a suit like Vegeta's. She also decided to change the colour from blue to black.

"Ohkay Zion let's go get some fighting clothes." Bulma said holding out her hand.

Zion's attention whipped to her. He looked at her hand before standing up straight. He didn't take her hand.

"Vegeta you'll have to watch baby Trunks for ten minutes while I get his suit made." Bulma added over her shoulder as she walked into the dome shaped building.

She felt a sense of satisfaction as a look of panic briefly crossed his features before he was scowling again. Bulma wondered about the wisdom of that decision. After all it had been future Trunks that had saved them when their plane had been shot down. Vegeta had basically stood by and she was pretty sure he had laughed. However he was staying for his son. Then there was always future Trunks. He was right there. He wouldn't let anything happen to himself.

"Dad!" Bulma called as she went deeper into the building.

Zion followed behind her in silence.

They found him tinkering with one of his projects in the garden he had created for himself. His cat was perched on his shoulder as usual. He looked up and smiled when he heard Bulma approaching.

"What's up Bulma dear?" he asked, his moustache wiggling slightly making Zion smile slightly.

"Well Vegeta wants to train Zion but he says that Zion should be wearing armour. Do you think you could make him a suit? I was thinking black instead of blue." Bulma asked.

Dr Briefs had been watching Zion the entire time. He nodded absently as Bulma talked. Zion looked back at Dr Briefs but Dr Briefs noticed that he never looked him in the eyes. Sure he looked at his face and made a good show of looking at his eyes but he never really looked at them.

"You know, I think I like this kid Bulma. He looks like a sharp one, like his father." Dr Briefs commented.

Bulma scoffed, "Vegeta? Sharp? You sure you're not senile Dad?"

"How else do you think that man comes back alive every time dear? It's not just luck. He is smart, it's just not in the area that you'd like for it to be." Dr Briefs replied casually.

He had noticed that while Zion never looked you in the eye, Vegeta never took his eyes off of you, even when he was eating.

Bulma frowned but did not reply. Dr Briefs hummed his way over to his computer and typed in a few commands. A small device that was connected where a printer should have been made a few beeping noises. A capsule was spat out and Dr Briefs picked it up.

Zion had followed him and had watched the whole process intently.

"Can I try?" he asked.

"Sure, son go ahead." Dr Briefs replied with a smile.

Zion hopped onto the chair and stared intently at the screen. He then skimmed his fingertips over the keyboard pressing keys so fast the no one knew what he was pressing.

The little device beeped again and spat out another capsule. Zion snatched it up almost possessively and placed his hands behind his back. It was almost as if he was afraid that they'd take it from him.

Dr Briefs chuckled and handed him the other capsule. Zion took it and clicked the top. He didn't throw it to the ground. He jumped a mile when the capsule changed into Sayian armour.

"So son, what do you think?" Dr Briefs asked.

Zion examined the clothes closely. He stretched it this way and that. He weighed the armour itself and nodded to himself. He quickly put it on with lightning speed and stretched. He tugged at the gloves to make sure they were on properly and stomped him foot lightly to assess the boots. When he was done he looked at Dr Briefs.

"Thank-you." he said and Dr Briefs nodded with a smile.

"Thanks dad. Come one Kiddo, Vegeta's none too patient." Bulma said again holding out her hand.

Zion started to walk ahead of her ignoring the offered hand. He didn't see the point. He didn't need support and he could keep up just fine without it. Bulma was slightly hurt but shrugged it off. Zion led the way out having memorised the way in. Bulma was amazed. She didn't even have to correct him, not once.

"It's about bloody time woman." Vegeta snapped but Bulma could hear the relief.

Baby Trunks had a fist full of mud and Bulma could see worms crawling in it. He had been making his way towards Vegeta to offer him the prize and Vegeta had been slowly backing away with wide eyes and a look of disgust on his face. Future Trunks had not felt the need to help his father and was secretly laughing.

"What's wrong Vegeta, it's just a bit of dirt. I mean you land in it every time you get knocked to the ground when fighting in the air." Bulma asked innocently.

"I don't care woman! Just keep that disgusting stuff away from me." Vegeta snapped.

Bulma pried the mud from Trunks' fingers and picked out the worm. She dangled it in front of the horrified Prince.

"What? You scared of this little thing?" Bulma asked with a smirk.

She watched as his face paled but his eyes flashed.

"They're just not natural ohkay." he snapped.

She swore she heard him mumble something about being slimy and having no limbs. She couldn't know that snakes had been a popular cause of death for Frieza's soldiers. He had always plugged up any holes big enough to let in a gust of air just to be on the semi-safe side. It was only the need to breath that had stopped him from plugging up the air vents as well.

Bulma saw the fear flickering in his eyes and tossed the worm into the garden. Vegeta visibly relaxed and turned to Zion. The boy looked good in the black. He nodded his approval. Bulma picked up baby Trunks and took him inside to clean off the mud.

Future Trunks sat down to watch. Vegeta then got into a fighting stance and faced Zion. The small boy crouched as well and his look of indifference changed to one of concentration.

Vegeta sprang at him and Zion met him halfway. There was boom as fist met fist. Zion's small fist looked much smaller when straining against Vegeta's. Vegeta tried to gain the upper hand in this test of strength but try as he might, he could not budge the boy.

Vegeta's boot left the ground to fly at Zion's head. Zion ducked and landed a round house kick to Vegeta's side. Vegeta only moved a few inches but he knew that was because Zion was holding back, a lot.

The opening moves in the spar were a clear indication on how the rest of it went. The two seemed evenly matched and Future Trunks was left staring wide eyes as a boy barely out of dippers put his power to shame. He felt a slight twinge of pride when thought about the fact that this was his big brother. He couldn't help the snort of laughter at the term big brother.

The spar changed so suddenly that Trunks almost missed what had caused it. Zion unbelievably was tired. Vegeta was so caught up in the spar that he hadn't noticed until he kicked the boy. He had been expecting Zion to block it and wasn't prepared for the sight of watching him fly across the yard and skid to a painful stop on the ground.

Zion struggled to his knees. He was gasping and squinting through one eye. Vegeta was momentarily frozen as he watched.

How could a fighter, who was having no trouble keeping up with him, get this tired so quickly? Zion sat down with a sigh and tried to catch his breath. Vegeta's eye twitched.

"What's wrong guys?" Bulma asked coming out of the house again.

Both of the Sayian males pointed speechlessly towards Zion. He was stretched out on the grass snoring.

"Gee Vegeta, did you tire him out already. I was only gone for a few minutes." Bulma scolded.

"Don't blame me. His energy didn't even drop." Vegeta managed to choke out through the disbelief that clouded his thoughts.

Vegeta sat down across from Future Trunks as he waited for Zion to get over his napping session. He grumbled to himself and Future Trunks chose not to say anything. He leaned back against the chair and stared at the slowly moving clouds.

"So, what now?" he asked.

"Now we wait until he's awake. I still want to see if I can push him towards super Sayian." Vegeta replied after a long moment of silence.

Vegeta leaned back and settled himself comfortably in the garden chair. Baby Trunks was waddling towards them on shaky legs. Future Trunks smiled and made a small ball of Ki. He waited until baby Trunks was within reach before handing the Ki to the baby. Vegeta watched and scoffed.

"Krillen and Gohan used to do it for me was a really small. It kept me amused for hours." Trunks replied.

Baby Trunks was kept amused by the small ball of Ki. Future Trunks still controlled it and kept it out of the baby's reach so that he wouldn't burn himself. Baby Trunks giggled as the Ki ball whizzed this way and that.

Zion was still sleeping when Mrs. Briefs brought out lunch. Vegeta decided that now was a good time to wake him up. He took a plate of steaming noodles and placed them right next to the snoring boy. Like an alarm clock, the noodles instantly woke him up. He blinked before turning his attention to the noodles.

Bulma could only watch in stunned amazement as the four Sayians Baby Trunks included gulped down their lunch at frightening speeds. She hoped that they didn't choke. She had been living with Vegeta for about two years. One of the three years before the arrival of the androids had been spent training in space. She sighed when she thought of how determined he had been, so single minded. Now he seemed kind of lost. Bulma supposed it was because everything he had been working towards had suddenly been ripped away from him. She sighed again. What was she going to do with her Sayians?

Vegeta finished his lunch first and looked at Zion. The boy ate almost as fast as they did. He was a Sayian alright. Vegeta smirked when he saw Future Trunks and Zion reaching for the same plate. Vegeta snatched it up before they could and started to eat it. In his mind he had effectively ended a fight before it could start. It the other two's minds he was just being mean. He chuckled to himself.

When they were done with lunch Bulma took baby Trunks inside for a nap. Vegeta then proceeded to train Zion again.

Two hours later and Zion wasn't making any process that pleased the Prince.

"Come on Father, he's only four years old. His power is incredible already." Future Trunks argued.

"Stay out of it boy." Vegeta snapped.

He had his arms crossed over his chest as he watched Zion catch his breath.

"Alright Zion, do it again." Vegeta yelled.

Zion powered up, trying to reach the super Sayian state. Vegeta had thought that he was ready but Zion knew he did not have the emotional circumstances required to reach it. His mother's side was what prevented it, it was too practical. His father would never listen to this so he tried anyway. He was also impaired in the fact that he could not use his full potential. His power was limited and he tired out easily due to the task his mother had given him the day he was born.

Zion reached the peak of the limits he had set. He fell forward in an exhausted heap.

"You're not even trying Zion." Vegeta barked angrily.

Bulma watched while baby Trunks played in the small sand box. Vegeta disapproved of the sand box but if he said anything Bulma yelled at him.

Bulma sighed but said nothing. She and Vegeta had come to an agreement. She said nothing about his training techniques and he said nothing about her mothering skills. It was a good compromise but sometimes she couldn't help the sighs, sighs that Vegeta heard all too well and understood. He pointedly looked at the sand box and scowled. Neither had actually said anything but actions spoke louder than words. Vegeta turned his attention back to Zion.

"Again, and it's not about powering up. Find an emotional vice, something that makes you angry, scared, threatened." he said.

Zion narrowed his eyes. How could he do this? The transformation was an altered state of physical being not emotional. How could it be emotional, that was not logical?

"Stop just powering up, that's not what's it about." Vegeta barked again as if reading his thoughts.

Zion closed his eyes and calmed his mind. He stood up and took deep breaths. He replayed the image of his father's transformation in his head. There, that was what he was looking for.

Zion let out a yell as his body physically changed. The white tips in his hair stayed white and so did his tail but everything else went through the normal transformations.

He opened his eyes to see his father's shocked ones.

"All Sayians are born with the capacity to transform into the Oozaru. This is an enormous transformation with a seemingly endless supply of energy. What happens to the energy when the transformation ends? Energy cannot be created nor destroyed, only converted. Therefore you must find the energy. The super Sayian transformation is a result of a Sayian being pushed to their limits and then some. The Sayians have never easily known defeat and therefore the transformation was hard to come by. Due to the circumstances in which a Sayian ascends to the super Sayian state, the power level of each super Sayian will vary, being strong enough only to overcome the current threat that pushed them into the state of the super Sayian. When ascending to the level of the super Sayian you are tapping into the Oozaru energy however the energy is more than the current body can handle causing the body to transform physically in order to handle the energy. In essence all one has to do is find the energy." Zion explained before powering down.

"Wow, I've never thought of it that way. Are you sure he's only four years old?" Future Trunks said.

He had opted to stay a few days longer because of Zion. He was interested to know this half Sayian that was also his half brother. Zion reminded him so much of his Father that it kind of scared him.

"Now the question becomes how much of this energy can we tap into in our current bodies?" Vegeta asked out loud.

Zion wasn't paying attention. He had completed his given task and now wanted to do his own things. He walked over to adult Trunks and studied him.

"You do know that there is a me in your time?" he asked.

"Really, how do you know?" Trunks replied.

"Does it matter? If you find the me in your time he will help you but you must remember that he was not raised by our father as I will be. Also that he guards a secret. When you find him tell him that it is time. He will understand. Oh and tell him to find the lost one as well. Will you remember this?" Zion said.

"I sure hope so." Trunks replied stunned.

Zion walked into the house and came out again with a piece of paper in his hands. On it he had written stuff down that would help Trunks. He gave the paper to Trunks along with the capsule he had created earlier. Inside the capsule was a spaceship. They would need it. Trunks' world was damaged and building a spaceship in his timeline would be difficult. Zion had decided to help his future self and little brother out by building it for them. Trunks went to open the capsule but Zion shook his head.

"It is for when you return." he said.

"Which I should most probably be doing." Trunks said sadly.


Trunks left the next day. Vegeta did not say good-bye in so many words but he was at least there. Future Trunks said a long good bye to Bulma. He felt as though he was truly leaving his mother. It was odd really but she was his mother after all. She was different from the Bulma in his timeline but also completely the same and he loved them both enormously. Trunks waved from his time machine and Vegeta managed a two fingered salute. Baby Trunks waved both arms and cooed his good byes. Bulma cried tears of sadness but more of joy as she watched the older version of her son disappear. Zion watched the space where he had been long after he had left and sighed.

"What's the matter Zion?" Bulma asked.

"My brother can't even walk yet." Zion replied.

Vegeta smirked. He understood that Zion would miss future Trunks. Baby Trunks was of no use to him because he was still just a baby. With another sigh Zion walked towards Vegeta.

"What are we doing today?" he asked.

"Training, what else?" Vegeta replied.