"Get someone else to do it."

Bulma rolled her eyes at her husband's attitude, but continued to follow him down the hallway. "Vegeta, you're the only one even vaguely qualified to do this," she calmly pointed out.

Vegeta did not even bother to look back as he marched on, moving faster than before. "I don't care," he bit out. "I am not having that conversation!"

"Vegeta," Bulma prodded on, picking up her pace to match her prince stride for stride, "you knew that this day was coming. You also knew that you were going to have to be the one to take care of it. Honestly, I don't know what you've got your panties in a twist for."

"Woman…"

"What?" Bulma honestly defended. "You already had to give The Talk to Gohan. What's the big deal about giving it to Tarble?"

The prince entered their bedroom and turned around, glaring at his wife. "First of all, I was not exactly thrilled to tell Kakarot's firstborn about the mechanics of becoming an adult. Secondly, at least the damn kid kept his inquisitions strictly one sided."

Raising an eyebrow, Bulma simply asked, "As in, he didn't ask you about your own adolescence?"

"No," Vegeta explained in a clearly frustrated tone, "it means that he only asked about how it pertained to him."

Again, Bulma looked slightly confused. Her big blue eyes moved back and forth as her mind worked through what her husband was not telling her. They widened as she came to a conclusion, and suddenly, she began to laugh. "Oh, I get it!" she giggled. "He didn't ask for pointers with the fairer sex!"

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "In layman's terms, yes."

Bulma continued to chuckle as she slid a hand up her husband's chest. "Aw, what's the problem?" she teased. "Afraid that if you let some of your secrets out, you might no longer be the champ in bed?"

"Hardly," Vegeta snorted. "I'm the best, I'll always be the best, end of story."

The heiress wrapped her arm around her prince's neck and smirked at him. "Then what's the problem with it?"

"The problem," Vegeta clarified, "is that I could answer questions about how to pleasure a human woman. I have no bloody idea what Gure's people do for procreation, and I'm sure as hell not about to go ask."

Pulling back slightly, Bulma considered her husband's predicament. "Well," she slowly began, "I suppose that I could do a little recon work for you this afternoon when I hang out with her. After all, one should always go into battle well prepared." She nodded, mostly to herself, before adding, "Of course, to be truly prepared, one must train intensively first…"

The Saiyan smirked at his wife's choice of words and closed the gap between them. Perhaps the day would not be so bad after all.

/

Armed with his new information, Vegeta awaited his brother's arrival in the gravity room. He secretly held on to his wish that someone else, anyone else, could take over that particular task. Unfortunately, Bulma was right. He really was the only one qualified for the position. Gohan's limited experiences would leave him unable to answer many likely questions, and it still seemed a puzzle to all how the seemingly ignorant Kakarot had managed to produce offspring. Twice, no less.

Not only that, but it had not escaped him that it was not the last time he would have to perform that particular task. In only a few years Trunks would need it, and where the brat went, the little idiot usually followed. The prince shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just once," he muttered to himself, "can't someone's balls drop around here without my assistance?"

After a few minutes, a tentative knock came on the door. Vegeta shook his head again before opening the door. "You know," he pointed out in an extremely annoyed tone, "you do have your own damn access code."

Tarble nodded, but averted his gaze. It had only been a day since the incident with Trunks in the kitchen, and Tarble was still in a fair amount of pain from the so called training session that followed. When he had been told to report to the gravity room, he had actually been so afraid that he had considered running away and hiding instead of actually showing up. However, that thought had only lasted for about a minute. The logical part of his mind had, thankfully, managed to point out that not showing up and making Vegeta hunt him down would likely be at least twice as painful.

Hesitantly, the younger brother brought his eyes up. "So, what level are we training at today?" he shakily asked.

"We're not."

That certainly caught the little prince off guard. "We're not training today?"

Vegeta huffed and glanced toward the gravity console. "I had not intended to, but if you would rather have me beat your ass down…"

"No, that's okay!" Tarble quickly insisted, waving his hands defensively. "I just thought…I mean, since we usually…it only stood to reason that…" The prince took a few breaths and shook out his mind. "Why, exactly, am I here?" he managed to squeak out.

"Because apparently fate is making me pay for my past," the elder prince growled.

Tarble blinked, confused but still apprehensive. "What?"

Vegeta groaned. "Just sit your ass down." He paced around for a few seconds before sitting against the curved wall, not particularly near his brother. "You have entered a new stage in life."

Unable to stop himself, a trait that Tarble swore was going to get himself killed, the younger of the pair responded with, "Well, obviously." His hands snapped over his mouth instantly and his eyes bulged wide. "I'm sorry," he called out, his voice muffled by his hands.

"Do you want help surviving the next few years or not?" Vegeta bit out.

Not uttering a word, Tarble nodded vigorously. His hands remained clasped firmly over his mouth for fear that he would once again say something stupid.

Leaning his head back against the wall, Vegeta closed his eyes. "Let's cut to the chase. You are going to tell me what you already know about puberty and procreation, and I will assist you with the knowledge you are lacking. Then we will never speak of this again."

Tarble nodded and slowly lowered his hands. He crossed his legs and folded his hands in his lap. "So, this is that whole 'now you are a man' talk?"

"No, this is the 'my wife is making me do this so let's get it done and over with' talk," Vegeta sneered, glaring at his brother. "Now start talking!"

Tarble gulped, but he actually felt slightly relieved. With his current injuries, training might have been more than he could have handled. Talking, on the other hand, was something that he did quite well. "Let me assure you, this will not be as bad as you think," he opened with. "I have already been educated in such matters, so this will probably be a brief meeting."

"I'll bet," Vegeta muttered.

Pretending he did not hear that, Tarble simply went on. "Vegeta, I already know that it is during puberty that the body matures into one of an adult. Hormones are often left out of balance, leading to potential mood swings, fatigue, and general poor feelings. Growth is often rapid at the beginning of this phase, causing some difficulty with coordination."

So far, so good, Vegeta thought. He sincerely hoped that Tarble really did know everything already and that he could kick the boy out and return to his own training for the remainder of the day.

"When adolescence has been completed," Tarble went on, "it becomes possible to begin creating offspring."

Vegeta rolled his eyes. It was hardly a secret that many children actually were the result of two idiots still within the stages of puberty. That was one thing that would need to be corrected…

Tarble continued with his explanation. "When the female reaches maturity, she lays an egg inside her nesting grounds."

The elder prince groaned and closed his eyes, once again leaning it back against the wall. And here we go…

"The male comes by later to fertilize the egg by emptying out his…"

"Alright, stop right there," Vegeta interrupted.

Tarble jerked slightly, surprised by his brother's outburst. "I'm sorry?"

Vegeta got to his feet and shook out his legs. "I am not going to sit here and explain the mating rituals and practices of a species that is not your own."

Some of the color seemed to drain from the younger prince's face. "Wait, what?" He slowly tucked his legs underneath his body to get up to his feet.

"That's not what Saiyans do," Vegeta responded, clearly disgusted by his own brother's ignorance.

Tentatively, Tarble stood all the way up. "That…that isn't how it works?" he nervously asked. "But that's how everyone else does it!"

"No, it isn't."

"Yes," Tarble insisted, "it is!"

"No," the elder prince bit out yet again. "How the hell did you manage to make it to forty without encountering a race that reproduces using sexual intercourse?"

The younger of the pair raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Vegeta turned a deadly glare in the direction of the ceiling. "I swear, I am going to get back at you for this," he growled to the gods. Eventually, he turned his attention back toward his younger brother. "Alright, you moron, listen up because I am only going to say this once. This is how Saiyans reproduce…"

/

Two hours later found a very frustrated Vegeta and an extremely pale Tarble both sitting on the floor of the gravity room. Vegeta's arms were, as usual, crossed over his chest. Tarble, on the other hand, was in a more reclined position, with his hands supporting his weight

Very shakily, Tarble brought one of his hands up to his hair. "So, you're telling me that the female does not lay an egg?"

"No," Vegeta snipped.

"And…and she carries it inside her body?" he went on.

"Yes."

Tarble had to draw a few steadying breaths. The image of a female with a growing person inside actually made him nauseous. "And…and the only way for that to happen is for the male to get a…"

"Yes."

"And the female will…"

"Yes."

A downright disgusted and horrified look etched itself onto the younger brother's face. "And he actually inserts it into her…"

"Yes."

"And then he…"

"Yes."

Tarble looked like he was going to be sick. "And you are actually telling me that this is supposed to be fun?" he balked.

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Yes," he bit out. "It is fun! It is a lot of fun! That's why we do it, you moron!"

There was absolutely no color left anywhere on Tarble as he stammered out, "So, you've actually…"

"Hell yeah, the last time was two hours ago," the elder brother smugly concluded. "Yes, it was designed for the purposes of reproducing, but it is also a fantastic form of recreation."

Tarble just stared at the wall in front of him. It felt like his brain was about to start leaking out of his ears. There was just so much more information there than Tarble had ever thought possible about such a seemingly simple subject, and quite frankly, it made him sick to think about it. He was not even sure if Gure had some of the body parts Vegeta had mentioned.

After two minutes of silence passed, Vegeta analyzed his younger brother. "Any further questions?" he bit out.

The younger prince just continued to sit in stunned silence.

Vegeta leaned forward slightly. "Tarble?" he questioned.

No answer.

"Tarble?"

When no answer came again, Vegeta got to his feet and dusted himself off. He opened the door to the gravity room and called out, "When you're brain starts working again, lunch should be ready."

They did not see Tarble again until dinner.