A/N: I have to admit I was kind of disappointed, only receiving four reviews when I used to get about ten per chapter…I hope I haven't lost that many readers, due to my lack of updating or maybe people just don't like this story…I'll never know if I don't receive reviews. Reviews also help with the motivation to write more chapters. I apologize once again for the long gaps between my updates…school is killing me as of right now…

Soon after Vegeta left, the party began to die down. Everyone leaves, leaving the heiress alone with her parents, both of which have already retired for bed for the night.

"I hope Vegeta returns soon…" Bulma thought to her self as she went upstairs to prepare herself for bed…and right now, a warm bed and a good night's sleep sounded very attractive.

Over the next few weeks, Bulma would wish that Vegeta would return to her, but so far her wishes seemed to fall upon deaf ears. One day she awoke, feeling nauseous for the fifth day in a row.

"Oh…well maybe you're getting that nasty stomach flu that's been going around." Mrs. Briefs told her daughter.

"I don't think so mom…" Bulma says, shifting in her seat awkwardly.

"Why do you say that dear?" Mrs. Briefs asks, turning towards her daughter in confusion.

"Well…I'm…late…" Bulma says, refusing to look her mother in the face. Her mother looks at her for a moment, trying to figure out what her daughter meant by that. Was she late to a meeting? A date? And then it hit her.

"Oh my goodness! Oh my!" Mrs. Briefs squeals happily, twirling around the kitchen joyously. "Oh I just can't believe it!"

"What can't you believe my dear?" Dr. Briefs asks his wife, just coming into the kitchen.

"Bulma's pregnant!" She squeals, voicing Bulma's almost fear.

"Wha? But how did this happen?" Dr. Briefs asks, turning to his daughter for confirmation.

"I think you know how it happened dad…" Bulma says, rolling her eyes then continues, "…and besides I don't even know for sure yet." She says, picking at the hem of her shirt nervously.

"…If you are…who'd be the father?" her father questioned her.

"Vegeta…" she tells him, and looks him in the face.

"Vegeta huh? Where'd he run off to anyways?" Dr. Briefs asks, petting his kitty on his shoulder.

"I don't know…but Nappa said he'd return." Bulma says confidently.

"I sure hope so." Dr. Briefs hugged his daughter before heading down to his lab for a few hours.

"Come on Bulma dear! I want to know if I'm going to be a grandmother!" Mrs. Briefs says excitedly, grabbing her daughter's hand and just about dragging her upstairs to the bathroom.

A few minutes a loud squeal erupted from the bathroom and ran throughout the house.

"I'm going to be a grandmother!" Mrs. Briefs screeched and danced out of the bathroom and down to the kitchen to make a celebratory double chocolate cake with chocolate cream frosting decorated with chocolate candy flowers.

"Well…at least one of us is overjoyed…" Bulma huffs, looking down at her stomach "Pregnant…I'm going to be a mother…" Bulma smiles slightly, starting to warm up to the idea of having her own baby. "Though his or her father still hasn't shown up…what if Vegeta doesn't want to have a baby…what if he comes back and leaves as soon as e finds out I'm pregnant…" Bulma fell back onto her bed, staring at the ceiling. "Oh well…I'll always have the support of my parents…and even if he doesn't want it…then it's his loss." Bulma nodded, agreeing with herself before standing and leaving her bedroom with a slight spring in her step.

About a week after the day Bulma learned about her soon to be baby, her mother and she were planning a nursery for the soon to be new arrival. They had picked out much of the furniture, but decided to wait to choose a color theme, since the sex of the baby was still undetermined.

"So Bulma dear…what do you think about this?" Mrs. Briefs asked her daughter, holding up a catalog containing everything parents to be could ever need for their precious bundle of joy.

"Uhh…I don't know…we've been looking for three hours now mom…and they baby isn't due until August…you know what!" Bulma exclaimed, standing up suddenly. "I'm going for a walk. The doctor said exercise is good for a mother and the child, so I'll see you later Momma." Bulma said, leaving before her mother could get a word in edge-wise.

"That girl is something else." Dr. Briefs said to his wife, rising from his chair and wandering off somewhere else, not wanting to get sucked into his wife's crazy pre-planning of everything.

"Oh…well…I guess I'll just flip through these catalogs and mark things that I like and see what Bulma thinks of them later." Mrs. Briefs says to herself, humming as she flipped through the seemingly never ending stack of baby magazines.

"I thought I'd never get away from all those damn magazines…" Bulma mutters to herself, deciding that a walk in the park sounded heavenly right now. The park wasn't that far from the Capsule compound and Bulma quickly arrived at the park, which was gorgeous. There was a small area with playground equipment that was nicely shaded. Bulma noticed the small boy having the time of his life, sliding down slides, swinging on the swings and running and screaming in delight as his mother and father chased him playfully.

"Will my child be just like that boy? Carefree and happy beyond compare…" Bulma thought to herself, not noticing that the boy had noticed her staring.

"Momma? Who id dat?" The little boy lisped in his child like accent.

"Don't go near her Sharpner." The boy's mother ushered him away from the slightly startled blue haired woman, who didn't even realize herself that she had been staring until the boy had brought her back to reality.

Bulma turned around quickly and went to head in another direction, but she was in such a hurry, she wasn't paying attention to where she was going and she rammed into someone. She fell back slightly, but the person she had just ran into caught her and steadied her on her feet.

"Thank you…" She started to thank the stranger for saving her from falling on her butt, but was surprised when she looked up to see her hero and savior.

"You should pay more attention to where you are going Bulma, you could've ran into someone dangerous." The dark haired man chuckled, releasing her from his steadying grip.

"Some on more dangerous than you Vegeta? What could be more dangerous than a serial killer who is an alien from a violent race of space monkeys?" Bulma asked Vegeta jokingly.

"You've got me there." Vegeta chuckles, Bulma giggling along side him, glad that he is okay and that he doesn't seem too different from before…though he did see slightly more exhausted and far-away.

After her giggles died down, she subconsciously wrapped her arm around her stomach, knowing what she had to tell him. "Vegeta? I…need to tell you something…" She started, shifting between her feet uncomfortably. "When was the last time I had been this nervous around him?" She wondered to herself… Probably back when I had awkwardly called out to him on Roshi's island… she mused to herself, remembering back to that day. The day that everyone thought they were going to fight two strong saiyans and having to save the earth…they had only been half correct though, they did fight Nappa, but she had encountered Vegeta first and ended up making out with him…She never really thought about how strange that sounded until that moment.

"Come on Bulma! We have to tell daddy about you, our little precious baby…" Bulma thought to herself and paused… "I must be going crazy with all the sleep I've lost…" Bulma steeled herself for what she was about to reveal to the father of her baby.

"Are you going to tell me what you wanted to talk about, or are you going to stare at me strangely all day?" Vegeta asked irately.

"Oh…yeah…well…" Bulma realized that this conversation was a lot easier in her mind…and when Vegeta wasn't looking at her with his normal expression…he always looked as if he was angry…which didn't help her nerves. "I'm pregnant." Bulma managed to blurt out before she could debate her inner turmoil about all of Vegeta's possible reactions…though she wasn't prepared for his true reaction.

"…Wha?" Vegeta stared at her wide eyed, his eyebrows raised in confusion and surprise.

Vegeta stared at her, not really sure he heard her right, "Pregnant? With…my child…or another's?" Vegeta continued to stare, his mind unable to fully process her words.

"Vegeta?" He snapped out of daze and his expression returned to normal, eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed.

"What?" He grunts, watching her every move as she steps closer to him, almost cautiously. "Stupid woman…does she think I would hurt her? She should know that I would never do anything to harm her in any way" Vegeta mused internally. He reaches out suddenly and grabs her gently, pulling her to his body, wrapping his arms around her small waist and relishing in her scent, which he hasn't been able to for too long. She wraps her arms around his neck, knowing that he won't leave her, which puts her mind at ease for the time
being.

She pulls back slightly in his embrace, "So…are you ready to come back with me? Or are you going to hide from me some more?" Bulma asked him, staring into his onyx eyes, not knowing how she managed to spend the past month and a half with out him. Without his embrace, his kisses, his body warmth, his asshole like remarks, his smirks, everything that is Vegeta.

"As long as your crazy mother stays out of my room while I'm showering." Vegeta huffs, then smirks at her shocked expression.

"Uhh…I'll make sure she stays out of your room…" She says, then squeaks in surprise when he sweeps her off her feet, and takes off into the sky. He quickly reaches Capsule Corp. since the park wasn't that far from the building anyways. Vegeta sets Bulma on her feet and she grabs his hand, pulling him into her home.

"Bulma you're home! Oh! Vegeta dear, you're back. You must be starving dearie!" Mrs. Briefs drawls, standing and making her way over to the two younger adults.

"Oh mother…do you mind staying out of Vegeta's room, especially while he's showering." Bulma asks her mother.

Mrs. Briefs pauses, for possibly the first time in her life, in dumbstruck silence. "Whatever do you mean Bulma…I would never peek on Vegeta in the shower…I'll go make lunch!" Mrs. Briefs says, before hurriedly leaving to living room to seek shelter in the kitchen.

"It's nice to see you again Vegeta. Did Bulma tell you about…" Dr. Briefs pauses glancing at his daughter tersely.

"I've already told him daddy. It's still strange to think that in a few months…I'll be a mother…" Bulma says incredulously.

"I thought almost the same thing when your mother told me she was pregnant with you…although I thought it was strange that I was going to be a father." Dr. Briefs tells his daughter, who smiles, almost relieved that she isn't alone in the way she is feeling. "I'm sure Vegeta is feeling the same way you are dear." The two Briefs look over at the saiyan who looks at the two of them.

"What!?" Vegeta grunts, not understanding why they are both looking at him.

"How do you feel, now that you know you are going to be a father?" Bulma asks him, grabbing his hand.

"The same I guess…" Vegeta huffs, turning his head away from the father and daughter duo.

"Really?" Bulma questions in doubt.

"Well…I guess it is strange that I've taken so many lives without a second thought…and now I've helped to create life…" Vegeta mutters, before taking his hand away from Bulma's and leaving the room.

"He's in denial dear." Dr. Briefs says, making his daughter laugh before she leaves to follow Vegeta.

=^.^=

130 days passed by rather quickly for many of the Z gang, but for poor Vegeta and Bulma, the days just seemed to drag on. Vegeta was experiencing for the first time, the "wonders" of the pregnant woman…Needless to say, his already minuscule patience was wearing dangerously thin with the blue haired woman.

Goku, Gohan, Chichi, Yamcha, Krillin, Nappa, Tien, Chiaotzu, and Piccolo as well as the other Namekians gathered in front of Capsule Corp. and awaited for the moment to summon the almighty Porunga.

Dende stood before the seven huge Namekian dragon balls and summoned Porunga. In the neighboring cities panicked, but calmed when they learned it was just Old man Briefs and his crazy experiments.

Dende turned to the earthlings. "We'll have an extra wish…so if there is something you want to wish for before we wish for Namek and for us to be there…go ahead. You deserve it for saving all of us." Dende glanced at Vegeta when he spoke.

Everyone glanced at the others, but none of them could think of any thing they wanted…except for one.

"If…no one wants it…" Nappa started, glancing at Vegeta, then Bulma, then at the others, they all shook their heads. "Would it be okay to revive Raditz…I've been kinda lonely living by myself…I'll make sure he behaves himself and doesn't kill anyone…" Nappa asks, afraid Vegeta will get angry with him for suggesting they revive him.

"I don't see why not…I think you deserve to live with someone. And as long as he doesn't kidnap Gohan again…or anyone in that matter…" Bulma tells him, leaning into Vegeta, her pregnancy now more noticeable, being about five months in.

"Thank you!" Nappa says, his eyes brightening up excitedly.

They look at Dende who nods and turns back to Porunga. He speaks in Namekian, telling him to revive the saiyan named Raditz.

"Your wish is granted, I even restored his body since he has been dead for quite some time now." Porunga states, eyes glowing red briefly before returning to normal. Suddenly the long haired saiyan appears before the group and his eyes grow wide in shock at what he is seeing.

"P…Prince Vegeta?! Nappa!? Kakarot?! What is going on here?" Raditz looks around, purely confused.

"We used the Dragon balls to wish you back so you could cook for me and clean my house." Nappa jokes, laughing at the horrified expression on Raditz's face. "I'm just pulling your tail Raditz." Nappa chuckles when the long haired saiyan takes the earth expression literally and wraps his tail more tightly around his waist.

"So…why is Earth still here…I thought that you had destroyed it ages ago." Raditz looks at Nappa, then at Vegeta, and back to Nappa.

"Well…that was the original plan…but Vegeta found a girl…" Nappa says suggestively, drawing out the word girl.

"Really!?' Raditz exclaims.

"Yes really and if I hear another word out of either of you, I will personally rip your tail off and send you to spend the rest of eternity with Frieza." Vegeta growls, glaring at the both of them.

"Is Frieza really dead?" Raditz asks, his curiosity getting the best of him.

"Ohh…someone disobeyed Prince Vegeta's words and is going to get his tail ripped off!" Nappa laughs at Raditz, who just noticed his mistake.

"Yeah…well you just disobeyed Prince Vegeta's orders by telling me that I disobeyed his orders." Raditz laughs back at the bald saiyan.

Meanwhile, Vegeta shakes his head frustrated at those two and looks at Bulma. "Now I wonder how I survived living with those two for nearly twenty years…"

Vegeta looks at Dende, ignoring the two bickering saiyans. "Go ahead and wish for your home kid, you probably want to return home…and get away from those two idiots." Vegeta tells Dende, pointing at Nappa and Raditz, both of which are oblivious to their Prince's words.

"Right…and thank you again Vegeta…we really owe you." Dende says, then turns to Porunga and makes the final two wishes, but not before saying goodbye to all the other earthlings. And just like that…the Namekians were gone.

"I hope they'll be okay…" Gohan says quietly, missing his Namekian friend.

"They'll be just fine Gohan." Goku reassures his son, before turning his attention to his brother and Nappa's argument, thoroughly lost as to what they are now arguing about.

"Yeah huh!" Nappa taunted.

"No way!" Raditz refused to believe what they were arguing about, which at this point…was so far away from their current argument…

"Yeah huh!"

"What the hell Nappa! You sound like…like…like an earthling!" Raditz complained, surprised as to how different Nappa talked and acted.

"Kami you two! You sound like an old married couple! I don't see how you two will live peacefully together…" Vegeta huffed, wrapping his tail around Bulma's waist, caressing her stomach almost lovingly as to sooth their baby within.

"Yeah…though I think that Raditz is the wife." Nappa chuckled, noticing Vegeta's tail and smiling at the two, glad that Vegeta finally had some sort of happiness in his life, after twenty years of servitude to Frieza.

"No way!" Raditz started to object, then paused… "Actually yeah…if you were the wife…that would be rather terrifying." Raditz earned many chuckles from the earthlings around them, each of them picturing Nappa (whom they had actually become friends with, due to his dorky personality) in a pink, house wife's dress.

"Will you just shut up and leave!" They all turned to Bulma in surprise.

"I think it is about time all of you leave…unless you wish to help with Bulma's crazy mood swings." Vegeta suggested, in turn making everyone say a quick goodbye before heading to their respective homes.

"Thank you dear…I'm just soo tired…and hungry." Bulma looks at Vegeta hopefully, who sighs and goes inside, Bulma right behind him, already drooling at the idea of eating and then a nice warm bath to sooth her aching feet and finally a warm cozy bed to snuggle up to Vegeta on…even though she knows he doesn't really like snuggling…but he wasn't the one pregnant, so he had to put up with it unless he wanted to sleep on the couch which wasn't nearly as comfortable as the beds.

=^.^=

Those four final months of torture…I mean of the pregnancy…

They went by quickly one week, then dragged on the next. Bulma got more needy, Vegeta in turn, lost more and more of his patience and sanity.

It was August. Nine months, Vegeta endured his woman's hormonal imbalances, nine months…that was a long time for a man who had barely been around women…especially pregnant ones…ones who were super needy, loud, whined a lot…

But that was to come to an end soon…

"I HATE YOU VEGETA! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!" Bulma yelled out, crushing the saiyans hand as another one of her contractions hit her. If Bulma wasn't loud enough, his sensitive saiyan hearing ensured he heard everyone of her words…and he was sitting right next to her.

"It's okay Miss Briefs…he's almost here…" the nurse tried to calm the heiress, to no avail though.

"HE SHOULD HAVE BEEN HERE HOURS AGO!" Bulma cried out in pain, clenching Vegeta's hand to try to ease the pain of another contraction.

After about another hour, Trunks Vegeta Briefs issued his first cry, telling the world he had arrived.

"He's gorgeous. Look at him Vegeta." Bulma cooed, handing her son over to his father, who awkwardly took the newborn.

"He has your coloring! How'd he inherit purple hair and not black?!" Vegeta complained, trying to cover up the strange warm feeling inside his chest that he received when he first looked at the boy, his son…his and Bulma's son.

"I guess my genes are more dominant than yours." Bulma stated proudly.

Trunks opened his eyes and looked into his father's darkly colored eyes.

"He even had your blue eye coloring…this is ridiculous…" Vegeta huffed proudly, handing Trunks back to Bulma, who continued to coo when she saw him with his eyes open for the first time.

"He may have my eye and hair coloring…but he has your eye and face structure…" Bulma says quietly, as to not disturb her son who was starting to fall asleep, already tired from his first day in the outside world.

"I guess…" Vegeta huffs, sitting down next to Bulma and looking down at his…their son.

=^.^=

Six months went by, and in those months Vegeta and Bulma adapted to parenthood (though it seemed easier for Bulma to call upon her motherly instincts than Vegeta calling upon his fatherly ones.)

"Come on Trunks, come to Mommy." Bulma called to her six month old son, she was sitting on the living room floor, her arms extended towards her lavender haired son, who was attempting to walk to his mother.

Trunks stood, wobbling on his feet for a moment before attempting his first step, but couldn't quite do it and fell back onto his father's lap.

"It's okay Trunksie, you'll get it eventually." Bulma cooed to her son, standing to grab the boy.

"I still don't understand why you insist upon calling him those ridiculous nicknames…" Vegeta huffed, handing the boy over to his mother.

"It's cute. A term you wouldn't understand." Bulma taunted, smirking at Vegeta, who rolls his eyes, but suddenly becomes ridged. "Vegeta? Is something wrong?" Bulma questions, instantly noticing the change of her saiyan lover.

"Something evil is coming…" Vegeta about whispers, so quietly that she barely hears him.

"What? Who is it?" Bulma asks, switching Trunks to rest on her other hip.

He turns and looks at her, narrowing his eyes at her, "Stay here." He grunts and before she could refute, he rushed outside and flew towards the south.

Bulma stands there, lost for a moment before gathering her wits and looking at Trunks. "Do you want to follow Daddy?" She asks the six month old who looks at her and giggles. "I'll take that as a yes." Bulma states, quickly heading off to find her mother to inform her where they had gone. After finding her mother in the garden, she straps Trunks into one of the capsule cars and takes off, in order to find Vegeta and wherever he may have ran off to in such a hurry.

She finds him in a sort of plateau in the south, and lands. She notices that Yamcha, had already landed close to Vegeta. She grabs Trunks and jumps out of the machine. Vegeta turns and looks at her, rolls his eyes, huffing annoyed.

"I thought I told you to stay home Bulma…Why did you bring Trunks? Couldn't you have at least left him with your crazy mother?" Vegeta asks, walking over to the infuriating blue haired woman, his arms crossed over his chest.

"I don't take orders from anyone, and besides I want to be included and know what is going on. I'm sick of always being left in the dark when it comes to this sort of thing." Bulma states confidently. Before Vegeta could continue with the argument, Goku, Gohan and the others land.

"Hey guys! What's going on? There's a strong energy coming to Earth…Anyone you know?" Goku asks Vegeta, Nappa, and Raditz.

"I wouldn't know. Someone stole my scouter and the dragon never gave it back." Raditz huffs disconcertedly. Bulma giggles suspiciously, refusing to look at the long haired saiyan.

"No, Kakarot…we only know the energy signals of the people we met after we learned to sense energy, so we cannot recognize these ones." Vegeta informs the youngest of the full blooded saiyans.

"Oh…well…maybe they're nice." Goku says optimistically.

"Yeah, and maybe they're here to give us unicorns and rainbows." Vegeta says sarcastically, rolling his eyes in disbelief.

"Really!?" Goku exclaims happily.

"Of course not Kakarot!" Vegeta yells at him, already annoyed and the enemy or whoever was on their way to earth wasn't even there yet.

All conversations end when a ship, which looks eerily like Frieza's, comes into the earth's atmosphere and lands a few kilometers away from the Z gang.

"It…it can't be…I thought…I thought that you guys said Frieza was dead!" Raditz says, looking at the others in terror.

"He is. I killed him myself." Vegeta tells him, starting to wonder if maybe, Frieza was still alive…but there was no way…

"There's no way to find out unless we go over there and see for ourselves who it is." Bulma says, bringing them back to reality.

"Okay then, let's go!" Yamcha says, his voice trembling. He goes to take off, but stops when Vegeta yells at him.

"You idiot! If you fly there, they will notice you immediately. They could be wearing scouters. You might as well yell at them to get their attention while you're at it." Vegeta yells at the scar faced man, who freezes in terror.

"How are we gonna get there then?" Goku questions Vegeta.

"We walk." Vegeta states simply, starting to walk towards the newly landed ship. The others sigh and follow the saiyan prince, none of them really excited to get to the ship.

=^.^=

"My lord, we've landed on Earth." A brown lizard like alien informs eight foot white and purple alien.

"Yes, I see that. Earth huh? Filled with weaklings and idiots I'm sure." The alien in charge stated, his voice cold and slightly feminine like. "Let us go…welcome the earthlings." He said, turning to the slightly shorter alien to his right.

"Yes, let us go." The shorter one stated, following the massive alien in charge.

The two aliens left the ship, along with most of the crew on the ship, each and everyone of them itching to kill someone or something.

"So how do you suppose we welcome this pathetic race?" The massive alien asked his second in charge.

"Blow something up?" He got in response.

"You won't be blowing anything up." The two aliens turned to look at the newcomer, a purple haired teen.

"Oh, and how can you be so confident with that statement?" The shorter of the two asked cockily.

"I…wait a minute…you aren't Frieza…" The teen said in surprise.

"No I'm not. Are you the saiyan that killed my brother?" The short one asked, his expression turned to one of murder.

"No. The one who killed Frieza was Son Goku." The lavender haired teen said, trying to process what is going on. "Mother described to me what Frieza looked like; short, feminine, wormlike tail, sickeningly feminine voice, purple orb looking head…why isn't it matching up…well he did say he wasn't Frieza…but then who is he? And why is he here in Frieza's stead…could my mother have been wrong?" the teen puzzled.

"Son Goku? Well then…he must be the super saiyan my brother was always worrying about." The alien who was supposed to be Frieza mused.

"Yeah, he is a super saiyan…but he isn't the only one." The teen smirked, enjoying the shocked look on the alien's faces.

"Really…who exactly are you?" The taller one asked this time.

"If you want to know the name of the one who will be killing you…" He paused, "My name is Trunks." The lavender haired boy told them. "And exactly who are you?"

"I am King Cold, leader of the Ice-jins. This is my eldest son, Cooler."

"Where is Frieza?" Trunks asked, narrowing his eyes at the two of them.

"Dead, killed by a stupid monkey." Cooler huffed.

"You know what…I'm tired of talking. Soldiers, kill him." King Cold ordered his men, who yelled in excitement.

Trunks rushes at the closest alien, unsheathing his sword. He seemingly goes right between all of the soldiers, missing every single one. That is, until they fall down, all of them dead.

"Well…that surely is an inconvenience." King Cold announced, deciding to take matters into his own hands. "That is some sword you have there. I'm sure that without it, you're like every other weakling on this planet. What's that earth expression? All bark and no bite?" King Cold taunted Trunks, walking closer to the boy.

"In your dreams." Trunks states.

"Then hand me your sword, surely you wouldn't be too stupid as to give up your only means of defense." King Cold goaded Trunks, who unsheathes his sword, handing it to the lizard like man in front of him.

"This is a nice sword I have to admit, looks like it could easily slice through anything." King Cold awed at the artisanship of the weapon. "Though you were a fool to give it to me." King Cold sneered at Trunks, raising the sword over his head, readying himself to slice through the teen.

Trunks gathered ki into his hand and shot the Lizard king through the gut, watching as he fell to the ground, dropping Trunks' sword with a clatter.

"You made a mistake underestimating my power." Trunks said, retrieving his sword and sending one final blast through the King's, disintegrating the alien. He turns to Cooler, but not before he notices a group of people standing on a cliff top, staring down at them. "Those must be my mother's friends…I wasn't supposed to meet up with them…I was to only meet Goku…oh well…" Trunks thought to himself, before turning his attention to Cooler.

"Well, you've killed my father, and I've lost my brother recently. Now I'm mad." Cooler growled at the teen.

"What are you going to do? I'm going to kill you, and I need to do it soon since I have to go meet Goku in two hours." Trunks told Cooler, which only seemed to anger the alien prince even further.

Cooler rushes at Trunks, who raises his arms to block the incoming attack, but is sent flying backwards at impact.

"What the!?" Trunks exclaims, overwhelmed at the display of Cooler's power. Cooler rushes again at the teen who shoots at the incoming alien, before flying out of the path of the alien.

=^.^=

"Who are they?" Goku asks, looking on in wonder as the purple haired teen disintegrated King Cold.

"That's King Cold and Cooler…Frieza's father and brother." Nappa informs Goku, wondering what they are doing there.

"Oh…who is the purple haired boy?" Goku questions.

"I'm…not sure…" Nappa shrugs his shoulders, watching as the teen and Cooler engaged in battle. "Who ever he is…he must be rather strong."

"Well, I'm not going to sit here and watch." Vegeta grunts, before flying to join into the fray of battle.

"Vegeta?!" Cooler exclaims, right before being punched in the face by the saiyan prince.

"You can go home now kid. I'll destroy this fool." Vegeta says cockily to Trunks.

"I'm not leaving." Trunks huffs, before flying at Cooler, managing to strike the alien, sending him to the ground.

The duo of Vegeta and Trunks manage to tire Cooler.

"Oh and Cooler when you see Frieza in hell, tell him the saiyan prince sends his love." Vegeta laughs sarcastically, before shooting the final Gallic gun, shooting Cooler through his chest, ending the final Ice-jin royal's life.

Vegeta flies back over to the others who yell happily, seeing as the apparent threat is dead.

Trunks flies closer to them before calling out, "I'm going to greet Goku, want to come?"

The group stare at him strangely, confused as what he is talking about. Trunks shifts unconsciously, noticing the strange looks he is receiving.

"What are you talking about…I'm right here." Goku asks questioningly.

"Wha!? But you aren't supposed to arrive for another two hours." Trunks exclaims shocked and above all, confused. He looks around and notices that there are more people there than his mother had informed him about. "Okay…there's Goku…my father…Piccolo, Tien, Krillin, Gohan, mother, Yamcha…but who are the bald one and the long haired man…my mother never mentioned them…ever…" Trunks shook his head and decided to worry about that later, he had more important business anyways.

"Goku…can I speak with you alone?" Trunks asks the older man.

"Sure." Goku responds, following the youth away from the group. "What's up?"

"Well…first off can you turn into a super saiyan?" Trunks requests.

"Nope." Goku states simply.

"What!? But…but why not?" Trunks says, surprised to be turned down.

"I can't, but Vegeta can." Goku informs the surprised teen, confused with this strange boy.

"He can?...But why can't you? Gohan told me you turned into a super saiyan on Namek…" Trunks tells Goku, who looks at him confused.

"…No that was Vegeta…Are you friends with Gohan?" Goku asks, changing the subject.

"Not in this time. You see…I'm from the future, my name is Trunks…" he begins, only to be cut short by Goku.

"Are you Vegeta and Bulma's kid grown up?" Goku asks excitedly.

Trunks stared at him in disbelief, "…How'd you know who my parent are…I'm not going to be born for another two and a half years…" Trunks says, his eyes wide and truthfully, he wanted to crawl into a corner and try to get everything to make sense.

"What? But you're right over there…in Bulma's arms." Goku states, pointing over to his blue haired friend and the purple haired boy in her arms.

"WHAT!? What in the world happened? Why is everything in this time so different than the things in my time?" Trunks wonders out loud, shaking his head, wondering what had changed the past so drastically.

"Anyways Goku, I came to warn you about a terrible threat that will reveal themselves in three years time…though that may end up changing in this crazy time…" Trunks muttered the last part to himself, before Goku cut in.

"A terrible threat? Like Frieza?" Goku asked, tilting his head slightly.

"No, even worse than Frieza. They're Androids." Trunks informs Goku, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Androids?"

"Yes, androids, two of them. In the first fight against these two, named Seventeen and Eighteen, nearly everyone is killed. My father, Yamcha, Tien, Chiaotzu, Krillin, Piccolo, are all killed. Gohan survives and becomes my mentor, but was recently killed." Trunks' eyes are downcast as he mentions his mentor and his best friend.

"What happened to me? Did they kill me?" Goku asks, curious as to how he had died in the future.

"No, you died before they even showed up. You contracted a heart virus, one that didn't have a cure, it took your life." Trunks told him.

"What!? A heart virus…ah man…I want to fight the androids though…" Goku murmurs sadly.

"Luckily, in my time, there is a cure…" Trunks states, pulling out a small bottle containing the heart virus vaccine and handing it to Goku. "This is the antidote, take it when you start to experience the symptoms and you'll be fine." Trunks tells him, earning a smile from the good natured saiyan.

"Thanks! I'm really grateful for this." Goku says, looking at the tiny bottle in his hand, one that would later save his life.

"Now, Goku…" Trunks paused to make sure that he had Goku's attention, "…the androids will arrive on May 12th, three years from now on an island to the south at 10am."

"Right!" Goku smiled.

"Now I need to return home, I wish you all the best in your training." Trunks says, turning to leave.

"Oh hey Trunks?" Goku grabs the teen's attention. "Will you return when the androids come?"

"Yes, If I am still alive, I will return." Trunks assures the saiyan.

"Good luck Trunks."

With that, Trunks takes off, heading to his time machine, more than ready to return home…to a place where things made sense.

Goku flew over to the rest of the gang, instantly being bombarded with questions.

"What did he want dad?" Gohan asked his father.

"He told me about these androids that are coming in…" Goku paused…trying to remember what Trunks had told him.

"Three years on May 12th, at 10am." Piccolo informs them, having overheard the conversation.

"Right, thanks Piccolo." Goku says, glad that Piccolo remembered when he had forgotten.

"Androids?" Krillin asks.

Goku tells them what Trunks had told him.

"So…that was…my baby all grown up?" Bulma asks, shocked.

"Yeah."

"Well, I'm not going to be killed by a machine." Yamcha complains, looking at the others.

"You won't even get the chance at those androids weakling. I'll kill them both myself." Vegeta boasts.

"Trunks said you were the first to die." Goku comments, causing Vegeta to turn towards him in anger.

"I will NOT be the first to die…in fact I will not get killed at all." Vegeta yells…but slightly calms down and looks as Goku. "So that boy was really my son from the future?"

"Yeah." Goku assures him.

"And he never said hello to his mommy." Bulma realizes.

"Yeah, I wonder why." Vegeta states mockingly, earning a glare from his woman.

"I understand him not saying hello to you, but why not me?" Bulma says, never dropping her glare.

"Maybe it's because of your loud mouth." Vegeta suggest, smirking at the infuriated look on Bulma's face. She goes to yell, but stops when they all notice a flying machine of some sort. They notice Trunks in the cockpit and stare in wonder at the new machine.

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"I don't know what happened to change the past so much from my time…but I hope it turns out differently from my time." Trunks says to himself, then looks at his mother and baby Trunks. "I wonder why my parents got together so soon. Something changed the course of the past…I just hope that we can save the future of this time." Trunks says, before heading back to the future.

A/N: Chapter eight…I apologize if the characters were a but out of character…I tried to break through my writer's block (when I had free time that wasn't taken up by homework). I hope people like this chapter…I'm not sure I really do…but I guess the lack of motivation I received from my last chapter…well…I feel like not as many people like this story anymore…if I don't get many reviews I may just have to call it quits with this story and focus on another

So please review and tell me what you think about Blue Angel…it only takes a minute to leave a nice review…compared to the hours I put into writing this one chapter (not including the other chapters)

~MellowDragon