Life somehow went back to normal. Vegeta continued to train and spent almost his whole day in the gravity room. He talked somewhat more with the woman and yes, they had more sex. Most of these occasions started though with a fight, when they somehow ended up in each other's arms. Vegeta still seriously thought about the possibility that he lost his mind. When he argued with the woman he wanted to blast her away at one second and the next second he was kissing her passionately, ripping off her clothes. They argued about everything, challenging each other.

"There is no food." Vegeta stormed in the lab one day.

"Gosh Vegeta, how many times do we have to do this?" Bulma asked, while she looked at him and removed her white gown, which she wore above her clothes in the lab.

"You are just spending the whole day here, can't you make sure there is food? Now I have to waste my time to order it!"

"For your information, I'm working here to earn money from which you can buy food!" She called, while she removed her shoes and her shirt.

"What… What are you doing?" Vegeta asked shocked.

"You see… every time we fight, we end up having sex. So why not just skip the whole arguing thing and simply have sex?" She smiled, while she removed her short and throw it away.

Vegeta wanted to say something, but before he could, he felt her body pressed against his and their lips were locked.

He had real issues understanding her and he wondered whether it was possible at all. One morning when he came back to their room, he saw the woman standing in from of their closet, only in her underwear. The woman looked at him as soon as she heard the door opening and answered his unsaid question:

"I'm just trying to find the right dress. I have a meeting with some of the stakeholders in the office."

He watched her throwing random dresses on their bed and he had no idea why she just couldn't pick one of those as he couldn't find anything wrong with either of them. Then, when she leaned down a bit to check the back of the closet, he couldn't resist any longer, simply grabbed her from behind, threw her on the bed on top of the dresses and kissed her with so much passion what he never thought was possible.

"And I'm the vulgar one?" Bulma laughed looking up at him.

"I never said anything" Vegeta smirked and he began kissing her neck.

She felt how she instantly became aroused, but so did he. This time something was different though. As they lied there tired but satisfied, she couldn't help but wonder what it was. This time was just as awesome as always, yet… there was more touching and kissing before he entered her. Sure he simply thrown her on the bed and took control, yet he was more gentle at the beginning. She enjoyed just feeling his skin on hers, just feeling his breath, smelling his scent as much as the actual intercourse. Could it be that it began to mean him more as well, not just something physical? It seemed so impossible, something she never even dared to hope for or think of and she was still afraid to assume it. Vegeta was… Vegeta and she made peace with that. She accepted him as he was, loved him and she said to herself if she can just be near him, that would be enough for her. Mainly since he wasn't capable of more. Then why was she thinking about such stupid things? She must have just imagined it and she shouldn't dream about something, which was impossible. Yet, wasn't it impossible just a few months ago to share a room with him? Vegeta also noticed that something changed this time but he forced himself not to think about it. By now he couldn't deny how she affected him physically and he had no choice but to accept it. He tried to keep his distance, but failed. Living in the same house made it impossible to avoid her and even when he left to train in space, he was still thinking about the woman.

A couple of weeks passed when the gravity room broke, the first time since Bulma built it. When Vegeta stormed in Trunks' room where she just dressed him up and shouted, Trunks' began to cry.

"Come on Trunks, by now you should be used to your father's bad attitude!" Bulma smiled at his son, while she tried to calm him down.

"When can you fix it?" Vegeta asked.

"I'm really not sure. With my parents out, there is nobody who could watch Trunks. Unless…"

Vegeta didn't quite like the look what the woman was giving him. Before he could do or say anything, she simply gave him the boy and he was holding him for the first time. Bulma almost laughed as he was stretching out his hands, trying to keep Trunks so far away from himself as it was physically possible. During this time Trunks watched his father with surprise in his eyes, then he laughed.

"See? He is happy to spend some quality time with his daddy!" She smiled, looking at Vegeta, who looked extremely pissed off.

" No way…" Vegeta began to object but she interrupted:

"Do you want me to fix your damn gravity machine or not?"

Vegeta seriously considered his options, while he was still holding his son as far away from his body as he could. It looked as he had no other choice than to watch the brat. He walked to the crib and put Trunks down, but he began to jump up and down, rattling the bars. He wasn't crying, he just seemed angry.

"Bulma, do you think it's a wise idea to leave me alone with the boy? As you remember, I'm still a mass murderer."

There he was, calling her my her own name, again. Maybe the fact that on rare occasions he wasn't calling her woman also meant something positive.

"Just like you cannot hurt me, you couldn't hurt him either. I'm pretty sure of that."

"Whatever, but hurry up!" Vegeta nodded.

"I will try to do my best! By the way, you need to feed him. I already prepared his food, it's in the kitchen."

Bulma quickly left, before Vegeta could say anything. She hoped it will be all right as it was the first time she let those two alone. The prince sighed, picked up Trunks, then put him down on the floor.

"I know you can walk, so don't think I will carry you!" He said and began to walk towards the kitchen.

It was a bit of an overstatement that Trunks could walk. Well, he already took his first steps and sometimes managed to walk 1-2 meter without falling down, but his steps were not so steady yet. Trunks looked after his father who was leaving the room and after a short hesitation he stood up, using the crib for support and walked after him. Just when he was about to reach the corridor he tripped and fell, hitting the floor with his face. He looked up on his father, waiting for him to help him up, yet he only said:

"Get up and move! Otherwise we will never make it to the kitchen."

Vegeta looked at his son, who seemed to understand his words as he got up, this time using the wall as support. It took almost 30 minutes until they reached the kitchen and by then Trunks got some bruises on his face and a couple of scratches on his arms and knees. Yet, he never cried after falling down and he got up over and over again, never giving up. Vegeta placed him in his highchair, put the baby food in front of him and pushed a spoon into his hand. Trunks looked at the spoon, then on his father, trying to figure out what was he expected to do. The prince was aware how the woman and her annoying mother still fed the boy, but at his age we should have eaten alone. There was no way he would feed him. No!

"If you cannot figure out how to eat it alone, you are not hungry enough." He told him.

Trunks again, looked at the spoon, then slowly dipped it in the food. He was doing it wrong as he used the spoon backwards and so only a small amount of food stick on it. Vegeta looked slightly amused how Trunks continued to struggle with it and after a few bites the boy figured out that the spoon had an another end, which was more useful than the other. Although he was only 1 year old, he already had a huge appetite so Vegeta had to fill his bowl 4 times. It took a long time until he ate the first one, but then he got the hang of how to spoon is working and he finished the rest quite quickly. The prince was just about to pick him up from the highchair, when Trunks grabbed his bowl and following some strange baby logic he throw it to his father's head. That was the moment Bulma entered the kitchen. It was a bizarre sight, seeing Vegeta with a bowl on his head from which some remaining food made its way to his face and shirt, while he was still holding Trunks, who was laughing.

"Are you guys having fun?" Bulma asked and she just had to laugh herself, it was a priceless moment.

"I will never ever babysit him again!" Vegeta shouted, putting down his son.

"Why? He seems to enjoy your company!" She answered.

Vegeta had no idea what to say so he simply left the room.