Chapter Ten

Twenty minutes. That's all it had taken to drive Vegeta absolutely insane. Bulma's parents were back and they had been coddling the baby the ENTIRE time. He had wanted to get the old man alone to talk to him, but with Trunks around everything was about him.

Vegeta rolled his eyes as he watched Bulma's mother pick up Trunks and squish her face with his once more.

"If you don't all stop spoiling the boy, he's going to grow up to be a brat," Vegeta says, eyes twitching in impatience and irritation. These earthlings really knew how to make the Prince angry.

"Oh come now, Vegeta. We're just happy to see our little grandson again. He wouldn't be getting all the attention if we had more you know," Mrs. Briefs smiled at Vegeta still holding Trunks close to her and cuddling him. Trunks was trying to push his grandmother off him. He'd had enough cuddles for one day; he wanted to go run around more. He struggled to get out of her grasp, even with his super strength; he was no match for a grandmother's hug.

Vegeta shook his head, a blush on his cheeks, looking away from everyone

"Mom!" Bulma exclaimed blushing as well

"Well dear, it's true!" Mrs. Briefs said smiling and putting Trunks on the floor. The baby let out a breath and crawled as fast as he could to his father to save him from his grandparents. Crawling under Vegeta's chair and hiding behind his legs, Trunks let out a breath of relief and clung to one of Vegeta's legs. Vegeta didn't blame the kid for running away. He would have too, had he been in his position.

"Well, I have work to be doing. I'll be in my office if anyone needs me." Mr. Briefs looks at Vegeta with a knowing smile and gets up to leave

"Oh and before I forget, Bulma dear isn't your birthday in a few days?"

Bulma blinked then put a hand to her cheek

"Oh yeah! I almost forgot, with everything that's been going on…it just sort of slipped my mind" She shook her head and smiled at her baby who was hiding

"And Trunks' birthday is soon after that huh baby boy. You're getting so grown up!" Trunks crawled over and up onto his mother's lap, snuggling into her. Bulma held him close and kissed his forehead, smiling slightly and looking up to see Vegeta watching their every move, she tilted her head slightly and smiled at him, but he just looked away, looking deep in thought for once.

Mr. Briefs smiled and left the room, walking upstairs to his office, he knew the boy wouldn't take long before following. He only worked for about ten minutes when Vegeta walked in the room

"Well it took you long enough, son." Vegeta had given up trying to get the old man to stop calling him son. He just grunted slightly and leaned against the wall, watching the old man work. Vegeta scowled, how the old guy could know what he wanted, he didn't know, his scowl deepened as he tried to come up with an explanation.

"Vegeta, I see how you look at my daughter. Even when you think it's just a look of indifference or anger, hatred, or whatever it is you're trying to pull off. I fell in love myself at one time, son" the inventor didn't even turn to look at him as he spoke.

"And Bulma's always wanted to get married, have a real family and all. You two already have a child, and you're together. You aren't planning to give her up to another man anytime soon are you?"

Vegeta growled if anyone even thought about taking Bulma away from him, he would personally rip them to pieces, slowly and painfully. The inventor chuckled and nodded

"As I thought. So why not ask her to marry you? She'll plan the whole thing. You can have it as small as you want. Trunks can be the ring bearer, you have it all planned out already. Just ask her," Mr. Briefs finally looked up from his work and smiled at Vegeta

"I have a ring you can give her if you'd like. I mean, picking out a ring is no easy task, and even though a personal touch from you would be nice for her. I know you don't want to go to all the trouble. So here you go." He got into a dresser and pulled out a small ring, it had a simple diamond on it. It was almost blue, like Bulma's eyes.

Vegeta looked at the ring then the old man. Why was he so hesitant? The woman was already his forever wasn't she? She wasn't going to leave him, right? They had Trunks to take care of, and she loved him, so why was he against this? He shook his head and took the ring from the old man.

"Hn.."

"Look, it's normal to be hesitant and scared. Not that you are, son. It's just a big step. Even if you don't realize it, you love her. And that's good enough for me to give you my blessing. If I were you I'd ask her on her birthday, then you don't have to get her a present. That's just me," He smiled a knowing smile and went back to work but not before saying

"That's just an engagement ring however. You'll need to get a new one, if you decide to marry her. I'll let you pick that one out. But it's not the hard part, son." He worked for another minute before looking up at Vegeta

"Whatever you're going to do, you should give her the ring on her birthday either way…I mean her name is engraved on the inside."

Vegeta blinked and held it out in front of him; closing one eye he saw her name on the inside, nodding he looked at the old man and smiled slightly.

"Hm. You're smart…for a crazy old inventor."

Mr. Briefs chuckled and pushed his glasses up

"Glad to be of service." He got back to work.

Vegeta went back to his family, when he got to the living room he all but freaked out.

"WHAT THE HELL!" he screams looking at the horror scene in front of him.

"What? I think it's cute!" Bulma says holding their son who was wearing a pink and white shirt with hearts all over it, and pants that made him look like a little girl. They had put his growing hair into a ponytail and he was just letting his mother have her way with him. He looked like he was ready to crawl under a chair and never come out.

Vegeta went over and took Trunks from Bulma, making sure not to hurt him, but doing it sort of roughly, showing Bulma this would not be tolerated.

"MY son does NOT wear these things! That's it!" Vegeta took him upstairs and took those ridiculous clothes off him, blasting them to bits. He pulled the hair band out of his hair and ruffled it up so it was back to normal.

"Vegeta!" Bulma was right behind them, she pouted when the clothes were gone.

"Woman, he is Saiyan Royalty! He will NOT be dressed like a girl! No pink! No hearts! No stupid sayings! Gah what is with you women dressing up your sons like they're daughters! It's unacceptable! This ends now!" He got out a dark blue shirt with black pants and put them on Trunks who looked down and let out a breath

"No pink…no hearts…blue! Yay!" Vegeta sat Trunks down on the floor and went to work. He got every shirt from his drawer and if it could even be argued it was pink, he ripped it to shreds, same with pants, and anything that looked stupid he got rid of. By the time he was finished, Trunks' supply of clothes had gone down, but he still had more clothes than most people have in a life time.

"Never again, woman. My son will NOT be dressed like that again. Do you understand me?" he looked up to see her holding back her laughter, he scowled

"This is not funny. I am completely serious."

"Which is why it's funny, Prince Vegeta." She said not able to keep her laughter away, she leaned against the wall and slid down so she was sitting, she couldn't help it, laughing the entire time. Something about this was so funny to her. She was crying because she was laughing so hard.

Vegeta looked at her like she was crazy. Trunks crawled over to where he was sitting and crawled over his leg, looking at his mom and blinking.

"Dada…mama broken?" Vegeta looked at his son and raised an eyebrow, holding back his own laughter this time. Bulma stopped and crawled over to her two men.

"Trunks! Be nice to your mama. I'm just laughing because your Father is silly."

Vegeta shook his head

"Woman the prince of all Saiyans is not to be referred to as silly. That adjective is idiotic."

"Well I think you're silly. Destroying perfectly good clothes," she giggled and picked up Trunks, rolling onto her back she lifted him up and smiled at her baby boy

"Your daddy is silly huh Trunks,"

Trunks giggled and waved his arms towards Vegeta who took him, holding him against his shoulder with one arm. Trunks wrapped his little arms around his daddy, hugging him as best as he could and closed his eyes.

"Trunks love dada,"

Vegeta looked down at the small boy in his arms and his expression softened considerably. Smiling just slightly he held the boy closer. Just then he realized, he loved the boy back. It wasn't a one way thing. He blinked and tried to understand this feeling. It was very new to him; he hadn't recognized it before now. It was slightly overwhelming but his breakdown stopped when Trunks snuggled against him and yawned.

Bulma saw the confused and overwhelmed feelings show in his eyes and tilted her head, just watching him. She thought he was going to do what he always did when he was afraid or overwhelmed. She thought he was going to run, and leave for a while, only to come back months later explaining it was for his own good. A sad look entered her expression, but it receded as Vegeta looked back to his son and his usually tense shoulders relaxed a bit. He wasn't going to leave his son.

Vegeta looked up at Bulma and although he didn't say anything she knew he was happy, and that he wasn't leaving. Bulma smiled gently, knowing it'd take a lot more to get him to do it himself and looked at their son. Trunks was almost asleep and cuddled against his father, Bulma wanted to cry she was so happy. Her soul mate and their son. It was something she'd dreamed about for a long time. Seeing them together, having the family together. Even if she and Vegeta never got married, she knew he wouldn't leave. She knew he'd always be hers, and she'd always be his. However much she wanted to make it 'official', if he didn't want to…well she could wait forever if she needed to. He wasn't going anywhere.

It was the morning of Bulma's birthday. She didn't want a party; she didn't even want anyone to know. But since mostly everyone knew when it was, they all decided to show up…at the same time…all bringing gifts. She was suspicious when she saw all the food earlier in the day, but this? A party? She was too old for this…even though she didn't look it. Sighing she went and got ready. Slipping on a dark blue party dress, low cut in back and short, she walked downstairs. Her hair was curly today, and she looked as beautiful as ever. They were outside on the lawn. She played hostess and guest of honor at the same time.

Vegeta just stood in the background. This party hadn't been his plan. In fact, he was against it. It just meant socializing and being around people he hated. He was watching Trunks play with some toys on the grass. He shook his head and picked up the boy

"Son, if you get dirty I'm going to get in trouble. Play on the sidewalk understand?" he set him down on the patio with his toy and leaned against that wall. He'd much rather babysit then talk to people.

"Hey Vegeta!" Gohan says coming over to say hello. Vegeta glared and said nothing, his eyes returning to his son.

"Oh hey Trunks! You're getting so big!" Gohan sat with Trunks to play with him. Vegeta was about to protest, his son would not be fraternizing with the likes of him, Kakarot's brat of a child. Bulma came over and smiled seeing them and said

"Hey Gohan, will you watch Trunks for a minute? I have to talk to Vegeta over here."

"Sure thing Bulma!" Gohan smiled at her and went back to playing with Trunks.

Bulma took Vegeta's hand and he reluctantly went with her

"What?" He asks annoyed. He didn't want to leave Trunks alone with that kid too long. His brain would turn to mush.

"Is that anyway to talk to your girl on her birthday? Really it's rude…"

"Woman I don't have the patience for this…what do you want?" he asks folding his arms

"I actually was wondering if…maybe you would want to dance with me…but I know you don't want to be around people so I brought you over here. I know it's a long shot…but since you didn't get me a present…"

She let her words trail off. Vegeta looked into her eyes, he looked like he was about to admit her to a mental hospital

"I don't dance." He says going to walk away

"Oh Vegeta, please! It's my birthday, one dance, just one song. Please, please, please!" she pulls on his arm as she pleads with him

"You're such a spoiled brat…getting everything you want…you act as though you don't already have everything you want," Vegeta turned towards her and looked into her eyes, closing his he growls lightly, deep in his throat

"ONE dance. But that's it, no more from me for the rest of the week."

Bulma smiled brightly and clapped once. Vegeta put on hand on her waist, taking the other hand in his own and pulling her close to him. Slowly he moved his hand to her lower back and they just slowly danced for a moment. It wasn't elegant or professional, it wasn't fancy or over the top dancing. They simply swayed back and forth. That's all Bulma wanted, for him to hold her close, even for just a moment. She closed her eyes and placed her head on his shoulder, wrapping both her arms around his necks.

"mmm," she lets out a content sigh

Vegeta wrapped both his arms around her waist and put his cheek against her head, savoring the way her body felt up against his, keeping her scent in his memory. His eyes open, and he stoped the swaying, whispering into her ear

"The song's over…"

Bulma sighed like it just crushed everything for him to say that

"Yeah, thank you Vegeta, for dancing with me…and thank you for being here. I know you didn't want to be here…it means a lot to me that you came." She smiled and softly brushed his lips with her own. He looked into her eyes as she pulled away and opened his mouth to ask her…why not? It's as great a moment as ever. But he hesitated at the last moment and looked down slightly.

"Vegeta? What is it?"

He clenched his fists and looked back into her eyes, he was the Prince of all Saiyans, the fact that he'd lost sleep thinking about how this would go down, just meant he needed to get it over with

"Bulma…marry me."

Her eyes widened in surprise, but before she could respond he crashed his lips against hers, one hand in her hair, the other around her waist pulling her close to him. She closed her eyes and moaned softly into the kiss. He moved his lips to her ear and said

"All we need is a date,"

She could only smile and gasp in delight as he sneakily slipped the ring onto her finger.

"Oh Vegeta! It's beautiful! But…I didn't say yes yet."

He scoffed and kissed that teasing smile right off her face. There. That was done, see it wasn't so hard. Vegeta felt like the saving the world was easier than that had just been. He let her go when she needed to breathe and she smiled hugging him tightly

"Oh Vegeta…I love you." He smiled lightly and hugged her close to him

"I know."

The rest of the party, Bulma went around showing off her ring to everyone there. She was finally engaged. Across the yard her father gave Vegeta a smile and a nod. Vegeta smiled lightly and went back to find his son all dirty. He felt his eye twitch. It was going to be a long rest of the day for him. Until the wedding came, he'd focus on training Trunks, and keeping him away from anyone who was related to Kakarot in anyway. Yes. And once they were married, he had a few things to say to all her admirers. That would be fun. He smirked thinking about it. After they were married, and she had gotten her way, he was going to have his way with her. And that meant she was going to do as he said the entire time they were on the thing called a honeymoon. If he wanted to turn into a super Saiyan and make sure she couldn't walk the next day, she wasn't going to lift a finger in protest. He had it all planned out.

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