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Vegeta quietly walked down the stairs. It had been about half an hour since Trunks had gone to bed. Vegeta had sat thinking for a long time before making his way downstairs to find his mate. He couldn't help but smile when he saw her. She was in the living room, laying on the couch reading. Her face had changed since the first time he'd met her. Her hair was shorter and there were a few lines starting to show on her face. She hated them and so he would never bring them up, but he secretly thought they were beautiful. They showed time, wisdom. To him, she was just as beautiful and radiant as ever. She looked up from her book when she heard him behind her, and smiled. He raised an eyebrow.

"I'm guessing Trunks told you that we talked, seeing as you're no longer angry at me?" Bulma chuckled as she stuck at bookmark in her page and closed the book.

"He said he had the coolest Dad ever." Vegeta scoffed. Leave it to his crazy biased son to say such a thing. Bulma smiled. "I agree," she added. Vegeta walked to the other side of the couch and sat down. Bulma put her feet in his lap and sighed contently as he began to rub them. After a while he stopped, and merely sat, lost in thought. Bulma watched his face, wondering if she should bring up the topic that was weighing heavily on her heart. But his face showed no sign of what he was thinking. Taking a deep breath, she decided to go for it.

She sat up and moved closer to Vegeta. She ran her fingers through his hair and smiled when she felt a small growl from his chest. She moved lower, tracing the outline of his neck and shoulder, and moved down his muscular arm. She ended at his hand, which she took in her own. He looked at her curiously, knowing she was up to something. He raised an eyebrow in inquiry and her smile grew wider. She loved how they could have a conversation without either of them saying a word. But his question needed an answer; an answer spoken out loud. Here goes nothing.

"Vegeta...Trunks didn't mention anything about you…becoming Majin." Vegeta frowned. He knew this was going to come up. "Did you tell him?" Vegeta felt a pang run through his chest, which he had learned was called 'guilt.' It was an emotion he'd never experienced before he came to Earth, and he still wasn't entirely used to it. When he had allowed himself to be taken under Babidi's magic, he had only been thinking of himself. His desperation to cling to the only thing he'd ever known took over, and in that moment he had been willing to sacrifice anything, even his family. He was ashamed.

His family deserved more than that, and he knew it. And so he had fought Majin Buu, planning to defeat him and try to make everything right again. When he realized his fighting strength alone wasn't enough, he'd decided to sacrifice himself to defeat Buu. Suddenly his mind was in the opposite place. He had only been thinking of keeping his family safe, without a second thought for himself. But that didn't change the fact that he'd welcomed the evil back into his heart beforehand.

Quicker than her eyes could see, Bulma was suddenly on Vegeta's lap. His arms were around her waist, and his head was buried in her chest. She smiled and ran her hands through his hair. Nights that took this kind of a turn usually ended in heated passion. But tonight was different, and somehow they both knew it. They both just wanted to be, together. They sat like that for a while before Vegeta finally lifted his head and onyx met bright blue. He sat in silence for a few moments before shaking his head. Bulma sighed.

"Sweetie, I know it's hard…but he deserves to know."

"I know that, Bulma," Vegeta snapped, removing his hand from hers. He didn't mean to be harsh, but he couldn't help it. He had spent years guarding his emotions by being brash, and it was a difficult habit to break, even with Bulma. He crossed his arms over his chest, which looked funny with Bulma still sitting on his lap. Another defense mechanism that he subconsciously always did. He glared at her, his body language loudly telling her that he was finished with the conversation. Bulma, however, was not.

"Look, Vegeta, I know you know that, and I know it's hard, but you have to do it."

"What am I supposed to say, Bulma? The boy let out his emotions over my death, and holds no grudges against the world for it any longer. There are plenty of other things that he doesn't know about my life. Why can't this be one of them?" Bulma sighed and softened her tone.

"Because, Vegeta, he was alive for this one. He was there. How would you like it if your Father kept something from you?" Vegeta's face hardened at the mention of his deceased Father. "Even if it was terrible, wouldn't you want to know?" She looked at him hesitantly, before taking the plunge. "Didn't you want to know? When he gave you to-" Without warning, she was suddenly on the ground, with Vegeta standing above her.

"We're not going to talk about that," he said coldly. He didn't scream at her like he would have just a few months ago. He didn't raise his power level, or tell her fuck off. But the icy warning in his tone was crystal clear, and anyone else would've immediately dropped the subject. Bulma, however, was not anyone else. She angrily pulled herself off the ground.

"Look, buddy. I know you don't want to talk about this stuff, but the fact is, it happened, ok? You don't want Trunks to bottle shit up like you, but you're fine with leaving him in the dark just like your Dad? That doesn't make a damn bit of sense, and you know it." Vegeta's fists tightened by his sides and it took every ounce of his control not to lose it. Bulma recognized the warning signs in her lover's stance, but she was sick of this. It was time he reconciled with his past. "Vegeta. Your Father didn't tell you before he gave you to Frieza. He didn't warn you, even though he'd known for a long time. It just happened."

"Bulma…"

"Wouldn't you have liked to know? Wouldn't you feel better if he'd warned you, first? But it happened anyway."

"This is completely different," Vegeta spat. "I'm not planning on selling my son into the slavery of some tyrant. I would die before I let that happen." Bulma's face softened.

"I know, Vegeta. But the principle is the same. You deserved to know the truth, and so does Trunks." Vegeta looked away, confliction etched on his face. He knew what Bulma was saying was true, but he had no idea how to tell his son.

"He'll hate me," he said softly.

"He loves you, Vegeta."

"He won't after I tell him."

"That's not true. He might be angry. But he'll come around. His love for you isn't conditional, Vegeta. Don't you still love your Father?" Vegeta's head spun around to stare at Bulma in shock. Did he love his Father? What kind of a ridiculous question was that? How could he possibly feel that way for that idiot? How could he possibly care for the man who gave him up for that murderous lizard freak? Instead of fighting like a man, saying there was no way that he'd let him take his son, he just let him go. Vegeta had made excuses his whole life, thought he'd understood that his Father had just done what he thought was best. But then he'd had his own son. And he suddenly realized that had the situation been different, had he been the one facing Frieza, he could never let Trunks go. He would've put Trunks on a ship and sent him to another planet, leaving himself to face Frieza. If that meant death, so be it. At least his son would be safe. But his Father did no such thing. He let Frieza take him. No, he didn't love him. He hated him.

"That man is the reason why I am the monster I am today," he seethed. "How could you possibly suggest that I care for him?"

"Vegeta, Frieza is the reason that you did what you did, not your Father. And…you're not a monster, bab-"

"How can you say that? Frieza did the deed, but my Father just let him!" Vegeta's voice was rising in anger, but he was past the point of caring. How could she possibly suggest something so ridiculous? "He let me go, leaving me in the fucked up state that I am! He twisted me so that I don't know what to do, besides kill! I am a monster, Bulma, and it's time you realized that! I let Babidi take control over me! I did it, it was my choice! I wanted to go back to the way I was, because it's the only damn thing that's ever made sense to me! I'm not Kakarot, I'm not a good Father or mate, I don't care for you the way you deserve! The only thing I'm good at is killing." Bulma could feel her eyes welling up with tears. Was that really what he thought of himself? That he was a monster? Couldn't he see how much he'd changed, how different he was now?

"Vegeta…"

"No, you can't change it. That's the way it is. It's time you fucking accepted it. That's why I left, Bulma. I'm finished running from it. It's time to face the truth. I should never have come back."

"Don't say that! Damnit, Vegeta, why can't you see the truth? Goku told me, okay? He told me why you're alive!" Vegeta shook his head in frustration and confusion.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"He told me your wish. That all the people who had been killed that didn't have an evil heart, would be back to life. So you wouldn't have to see Babidi again. But…Vegeta, you were brought back to life with them." Vegeta looked away, embarrassed by what she was implying. "Vegeta…you're not evil anymore"

They sat in silence for a few moments, Vegeta internally wrestling with the idea of him being "good," Bulma desperately trying to hold back tears, when Vegeta's eyes suddenly widened. He whirled around, only to see his son staring back at him, eyes wide with shock. Bulma turned to see what had startled him, and gasped. How long had he been there? What had he heard? They all stood there tensely, before Trunks whispered,

"Mom…what do you mean anymore?"