A/N: Thank you guys for the sweet reviews. And now we are going to explore a new level of relationship for these two. How in the world is Vegeta going to deal with that?
Now remember people, Vegeta is a physical person. And this is new to him. SO, I hope I didn't make him too OOC, but this was hard.
AND I'd like to apologize for the delay!
Thanks temariXshikamaruluva for beta-reading
Difficult Love
Part Fourteen: Strange Beginning
Bulma blinked a few times, before running her finger through her hair. Immediately she felt soreness throughout her body, and although it hurt, it felt great. Despite the ache, she felt relaxed, and she intended on enjoying it. She dared to fully open her eyes and glanced around, only to notice she was in her bedroom.
Figures.
The last thing she could recall was passing out on the couch, with Vegeta on top of her. The thought of what occurred between them made her heart skip a beat. For months, heck for years, she had tried to break his shell. Vegeta was someone who refused to feel, and she had put herself on the line, trying to make him use his heart.
And after all that time and all that work, she had been proven right. Vegeta had a heart, and he knew how to use it.
First of all, the feeling of being right was great, because let's face it, she liked winning. Second of all, it was as if they were finally making progress. She had always known that she was the only one he ever let in that much, but their relationship had remained stuck in the same stage. Nothing had brought them forward until now. And surprisingly, it hadn't done so because of her. As hard as it was to admit it, it was all Vegeta's doing. Maybe something had clicked inside his brain? Whatever it was, she knew things would now be interesting.
Bulma couldn't wait to see how he would act with her once he saw her. He hadn't failed to do his usual routine; he had returned her to her room. But, she didn't mind. In fact, she must prefer her own bed to his, so it made no difference.
She pulled off the blankets, revealing her naked body, before she headed to the bathroom. A shower was exactly what she needed. She had to say she hated the feeling of being sticky. At least after the great mind blowing sex. During it was just fine with her.
Bulma let the water cleanse her as her thoughts drifted to Vegeta once more. She knew the best was to act was as usual, but a tiny part of her wanted to push it, just to see how he would act. After all, what if he would re-track his words; perhaps blame it on the moment? No, that wasn't something Vegeta would do. He took responsibility for everything he did, everything he said. Plus, it wasn't as if he had said much, he had just subtly admitted to a few things. Despite that, she strongly believed they had taken a step in the right direction.
It was nice to know all her efforts to bring him out of his shell hadn't been wasted.
A few minutes later, she turned off the shower, and wrapped a towel around her body. Her mood was better than usually and although most of it was due to Vegeta -and his actions- she was mostly happy with herself. Sometimes she looked at him as a project, a piece that needed work, and now, she finally found the right way to plug the cables. Vegeta had admitted his feelings, and his jealousy. In a very Vegeta-way but she had nonetheless been a witness to that moment, and she wished she could use it against him.
Although that would ruin everything.
Humming to herself, Bulma began to slowly get dress, her damp blue hair leaking down her back. Often, she was annoyed by her hair. Though it was still fairly long, it had been double the length back when she used to have free time, and she could style it as she wished. Those days were gone.
She had a demanding child to take care of. It seriously cut in her personal time, not that she minded. Perhaps she could cut it a little shorter still? She never had really short hair before. It would save her a lot of time...and prevent Trunks from pulling on it. She'd think about it next time she made an appointment at the hairdresser.
A couple instants later, she was dressed and ready to exit the room. But, before she did, Bulma glanced at her alarm clock which indicated 11:03am. She blinked a few times, surprised that she had slept for so long. Had Vegeta managed to worn her out that much? A tiny smirked appeared on her lips as she recalled the events of the previous night, before she exited her bedroom. She had forgotten how great it was to actually been somewhat sexually active.
She headed straight for the kitchen, thinking that maybe she would find Vegeta there since it was close to lunch time, and if not, she'd be able to grab a bite. Bulma also assumed she would find her son there, because by now, her mother had probably gotten him out of his crib and fed him. She felt bad once again for neglecting her son, but she could never have anticipated Vegeta's actions from the previous night. But just like she planned, she would make it up to him. Trunks was still young, he wouldn't remember a few days where she was not there, right?
"Mama!"
At the sound of her son's voice, her head snapped in his direction, and she offered him a smile. Bulma hurried her steps and closed the distance between them. Trunks was on the ground, playing with a few of his toys, in the middle of the living room. Bulma quickly picked him up and hugged him tightly. She glanced around, but could not see her mother, so she assumed she was in the kitchen cooking. It did not worry Bulma though; Trunks could take care of himself, especially since Vegeta had begun to train him.
A sigh escaped her lips before she pressed a kiss against Trunks' forehead. She told herself that she had to let him go, she had to let him become a man, but it was hard. After all, no matter how old he would get, he was her son, and in her eyes, he would always be her little boy. Bulma finally understood why Chichi went all antsy when Goku wanted to have Gohan by his side when he fought, or when Gohan went into space. It was a scary to know that your child is far from you, and might be harmed.
She had to become a mother to understand.
"Oh, honey! You're finally awake!" Bunny giggled as she walked into the living room, a platter filled with fresh baked cookies in her hands. "I guess Vegeta really did wear you out."
Immediately a blush appeared on Bulma's face. There was no way her mother would know! She was probably guessing since she assumed her and Vegeta had been a couple this whole time. "Mom, what are you talking about?" she asked, trying to play if off, as she put Trunks back on the ground.
Bunny shook her head softly. Her daughter could be so silly sometimes! "Honey, don't you remember? This morning, I saw the two of you on the couch. It was the most adorable thing!" Bunny then walked closer to Bulma, her smile growing. "I must say sweetie, Vegeta is quite the man."
Bulma never thought it would be possible for her face to get any redder, but it did. Vegeta hadn't moved her until the morning? He had fallen asleep as well and her mother had found them? Although she was embarrassed, she couldn't help but want to laugh. In her mind, she could picture Vegeta's reaction, and she knew he most of been pissed. At least there was no doubt in her mind now that Vegeta was not in the kitchen. She had a feeling he would avoid her mother for a while. Bulma could only imagine the kind of comments her mother made. Oh, Kami.
"He was so sweet when he carried you back," said Bunny, half daydreaming. Her daughter sure was lucky, and Bunny found herself wishing she was a few years younger. And not married, of course.
But Bulma was only half listening to her mother. Instead, her thoughts were focused on Vegeta. She wasn't sure if she should go see him now, or wait until he worked out his anger. She pondered on the issue for a few seconds, before deciding it was best to get him when he was mad. It would be easier to make sure that he didn't regret any of it. Although she doubted he would, or he wouldn't have done it or said it. Still, she wanted to confirm for herself before she got her hopes up.
Not paying attention to a word her mother was saying, Bulma interrupted her. "Mom, I'll be right back." As soon as those words left Bulma's mouth, she was far gone.
She was walking a little faster than she wanted, and she quickly reminded herself to slow down. Vegeta could feel her approaching, and she didn't want him thinking she was excited. After all, for once she might be the one with the upper hand, and she intended on keeping it that way. At least for the next little while. She didn't know how long Vegeta would play her little game, but it would be worth a shot. Determined, and full of confidence, she closed the distance between herself and the GR and knocked loudly.
After three knocks, she stopped and waited. Bulma decided to not speak, or yell, she wanted to see if he would come without her doing all that.
A few seconds later, the GR was still on, and her smile was about to disappear. But then, she heard it being turned off. Had he been able to feel that she was still right there, standing in front of his door? Whatever the reason she was both surprised, and pleased that he was coming. Now the only thing left to find out was to see just how pissed off he was. A smirk on her lips, she patiently waited for him to open the door. When he did, she was graced with the sight of his half naked body, dripping in sweat. He also had his arms crossed in front of his bare chest.
Vegeta didn't say a word; instead he waited for her to speak.
For the past few hours, he had been pushing his body past its limit; he had some frustration to work off. He had made a terrible mistake the previous night by falling asleep. When that damn ditsy woman had showed up and screamed in her high pitched voice, he thought his ears would bleed. The position she had seen them in wasn't one he had wished to be found in. He had also felt her eyes over his form, which was why he had hurried to slip into his pair of shorts before carrying the woman away. Apparently nothing could wake her up.
Vegeta had expected her visit. Although, he thought she would have been up earlier than this, but apparently, he had worn her out. It didn't really come as a surprise to him though. Even though this talk was expected, he didn't like it, nor want any part of it. He knew what this was going to be about. He had made a step in her direction last night, and he couldn't go back. Not because it was forbidden, but perhaps because his own pride prevented him from doing so. He had told her he didn't want other men's scent on her, and he had proceeded to wash them off.
He wouldn't pretend it didn't happen.
Although, he didn't know where they stood. Did he want what Kakarot had?
Every time it came to her it was confusing, and he wasn't sure what he wanted. One day it was too complicated and the next, it was just simple enough. But they had time; it was the one thing they had. Eventually he'd figure it out. Right now, he was fine with the way things were. He had to admit, his body did not feel as tensed since he finally been able to reach his release. Which made him remember about the little promise she made last night when she was in the heat of the moment. He wondered if she remembered.
Bulma watched him, as he was completely absorbed in his own thoughts, and she contemplated breaking his trance. After all, what were the right words to say after all this? She thought about it for a few seconds before deciding that the best approach was to just be honest and ask the questions right away. At least the ones that mattered the most.
"Was it real? Did you mean it?"
The sound of her voice brought him out of his thoughts. Vegeta's cold onyx eyes met her bright blue orbs, and he looked for any sign of fear. There weren't any. He couldn't even see sadness in it. She came for a question, and she wanted an answer. Normally, he would not answer, or he would have insulted her. But right now at that precise moment, he felt as if they were past that. He had put himself in that situation and now it was time to answer truthfully.
"Yes, Woman." But he knew he couldn't leave it at that. It might lead to too much confusion.
Vegeta took a step or two in her direction, reducing the distance between them. "I don't want any of these weaklings' scent on you. I much prefer mine."
Although his tone was somewhat cold, and neutral, as if he didn't truly care, she knew he meant it. Also, it was hard for Vegeta to admit something like that, and she felt her heart skip. She never thought he could speak such powerful words. To answer him, she nodded. She didn't expect more commitment or anything else. After all this time she knew Vegeta, and it would be too out of character from him to say any different. But, it was enough for Bulma. She felt as if they had a stronger base right now, which would make it easier for them to build on.
All you needed was a solid foundation.
But, awkwardness filled the air. Or at least she found it awkward. Vegeta and her had never agreed on anything when it came to relationship, and for once, they saw things the same way. Bulma found herself wondering how to act, what to do and what to say. The thought of jumping him quickly crossed her mind, but she pushed it aside. Although it would not be a bad idea, she didn't know if it was the proper way to start this new found relationship they had.
But apparently she wasn't the only one with her mind down the gutter. Vegeta approached her and tilted his head forward slightly, until his mouth was nearly touching her ear. "I hope you remember what you said last night, Woman."
After he said those words, he did not even wait for her to respond. Instead, he walked right back inside the GR and closed the door behind him. He had the tiniest smirk on his lips as he turned it back on. He thought there might have been more talk or more feelings from her, but she seemed more detach then in the past. In Vegeta's mind, it was a good thing. He willingly admitted he wanted her to only be touched by him. But that was far as he had been able to make up his mind. Confusion was still inside of him.
Life on Earth needed adjustment, because he wasn't Kakarot.
Vegeta couldn't as easily accept that his planet, his race, was gone. He didn't consider this his new home. It might be where he lived for now, where his son was, where she was, but it wasn't where he belonged. He was there because so far it was the most convenient place to be. People were too weak, too annoying on this planet for him to call it its own. But would he live, could he live? What he had was here. And he wasn't only referring to the boy; he also meant his training equipment. Would he ever find another place where he could accomplish as much?
In the past, she had messed too much with his head, and the best way to train had been far away from her, but not anymore. Perhaps she had finally understood that he wasn't like the rest of them.
He wasn't about to bend to her will like so many others had done. He wanted her to bend his way.
Although, as long as he knew how to push her right buttons, he knew she would have no problem bending the right way.
For a second, he found himself wondering if sex would simplify things, or make them more complicated.
But, as long as another brat was not added to the mix, he didn't see the harm.
-L-
The rest of the day happened quite calmly. Vegeta had not come out of the GR, and Bulma just assumed he still didn't want to see her mother. On her end, she had been with Trunks the whole day, trying to spend some needed time with him. They were currently in his room, lying on a blanket on the ground, playing with his million toys. She was surprised at how quick he could get tired of one of his toys. Maybe she did spoil him a little too much? But she supposed it wasn't really a bad thing; she just enjoyed seeing him happy. She also had whatever she wanted growing up, and she turned out just fine.
"Bwitch."
Bulma's eyes widened as she was brought out of her thoughts. Immediately she gazed at her son, not believing the word had come out of his mouth. No fucking way. She forced a smile on her face, before she crawled closer to Trunks. "Honey, what did you say?"
Trunks looked up at his mother, his blue eyes shining. "Biwtch."
She closed her eyes, barely able to contain her temper. She decided to make a list in her head. Her mother didn't use that word, neither did her father. She certainly didn't use it, at least, very rarely. If he had said jerk then she would have blamed herself. But that's not what he had said. There was only one person to blame. Vegeta. How many freaking times had just told him to watch his mouth around Trunks? Of course it didn't come as a surprise that he ignored her. She made a mental note to talk this over with him later.
Bulma didn't care if things weren't going well. When she said to not curse in front of Trunks, she meant it. She had a feeling her son had picked up that word while his father had probably been venting about her during training. She smirked, she did do the same... but she was completely alone when she did. The urge to teach a word that he could use on his father crossed her mind, but she rather he didn't know more than he already did. He would grow up fast enough, and if he had Vegeta's temper, he would know a lot of swear words in a couple of years.
"Sweetie?"
Bulma turned her head in direction of the semi-closed door, spotting her mother. "In here Mom."
Mrs. Briefs poked her head inside, a smile on her face. "Oh, honey! I was looking for you! Do you want me to give Trunks a bath?"
Bulma frowned. "It's okay Mom, I can do it." What a weird suggestion.
Bunny giggled. "I thought maybe you and Vegeta would like some more time together."
Once again, Bulma found herself blushing. Her mother would never let her live this moment down, would she? Perhaps it was time she redecorated the house and changed a few rooms. Maybe she could have her own living room and her own entrance. Then perhaps things like this would stop happening. "It's fine. I'll give him a bath."
Her mother seemed a little disappointed for a second, but quickly enough, her smile was back on her face. "Very well then. If you need me, you know where to find me!" Bunny winked at her daughter, before walking away, giggling like a high school girl.
Bulma shook her head softly as she rose to her feet, before picking up her son. "How about you and me take a nice bubble bath with your yellow duck?" she asked in a soft voice.
Immediately, he smiled, and he seemed quite pleased with her idea. "BWATH!" he said, clapping his hands together.
She grabbed his bath toys, before carrying him to her bedroom. She had taken a shower earlier, but honestly she loved these little moments with Trunks and with Vegeta training him, she didn't know how long he would want to do this with her, so she would enjoy every little moment. Soon enough, they reached her bedroom, and with Trunks on her hips, she entered the bathroom. Bulma put him down on the fluffy carpet, before going to get towel in her closet. She glanced at her son, who was playing with his duck, and she figured he could behave for a few instants.
Bulma went into her closet and grabbed two big white fluffy towels. Trunks loved them; it made him giggle every time she rubbed his skin with them. A tiny smile on her lips, Bulma proceeded to head back towards the bathroom. That was when she heard the noise. A big loud crack echoed in her room and right away, she rushed inside the bathroom. Her heart was hammering inside of her chest as she entered, and the sight she found was not one she expected. Her angry little boy was near tears as he tried to walk through the broken pieces of the bath to get his duck.
Somehow duckie had ended up in the bath and apparently her son's way of getting it back was to destroy the wall aka the bath, to get to it.
She didn't have to ask herself twice where he had learned that.
A groan died on her lips as she carefully approached her son, before picking him and the duck up. Bulma wanted to scold him before this was not the way to do things, but when he took his little duck in his hands, and looked at her with his hopeful blue eyes, she found herself falling for his trick.
Quickly enough, she sighed before looking at her bath again. She would need to get this fixed, but it would not be ready by tonight. A tiny smirk appeared on her lips as she thought about another bath to use.
Bulma glanced down at her son. "How about we borrow Daddy's bath? I'm sure he scared you enough that you won't blow that one up," she said, semi-amused.
With Trunks tightly wrapped in her arms, she grabbed the towels she had dropped on the ground and headed to Vegeta's room. From what she could tell, he would not be out for another two-three hours. Not that it mattered if he was there or not, but she figured he might not be pleased to have this bathroom turned into a family room. But those kind of incidents arrived when you had a baby, and Vegeta had to accept them. Plus, he made the decision to stay, for Trunks, and now he didn't seem against the idea of her being around either.
He had to learn to cope with sharing his personal space.
Rapidly, they reached Vegeta's room, and once she opened the door, she gazed around. He wasn't there. Satisfied, she made her way inside the bathroom, and this time, she didn't make the mistake of putting Trunks down where he could do damage. She turned on the water and put Trunks on the closed toilet lid, watching him carefully, as she proceeded to undress. Once she was done, she did the same with Trunks. Bulma tested the water, making sure it wasn't too warm, before sliding in.
It was then she realized she had forgotten her bubble baths, but she didn't feel like getting out to get them. Too late now. Bulma glanced around, spotting the soap and the shampoo. Good thing she wasn't washing her hair, because that kind of shampoo would not work well on her blue locks. Then she finally allowed herself to relax, pressing her back against the edge of the bath, observing as her son played with his little duck. She noticed his hair was getting longer, and that he would probably need a hair cut soon.
She reached out for his head, and ran her fingers through his purple locks. Although he had her eyes, and the strange hair color, she could see Vegeta in his face, a lot.
Sometimes, it made her want to have another child. Not because Trunks didn't satisfy her need to be her mother, or because she didn't love him enough. Her was her little boy, he was her everything. But, she wanted more. Having Trunks in her life made her realize that she did want a nice family. Before, she had been too wrapped up in adventures and work to realize what she had been missing out on. But now she knew. Plus, she wanted to give him a sibling; she didn't want him to be an only child.
Bulma remembered when she went on adventures, and she thought how it would have been fun to have a brother or sister with her.
But as she had previously agreed on, the time was not right. Maybe if her relationship with Vegeta was more solid, but not now. They weren't even an official couple, so she wouldn't impose another child on him. She knew he loved Trunks, even though he would never say it. But, Trunks still had not been planned, and the next time they would have a child, she wanted to know Vegeta wanted this, wanted a family. Until then, she would only think about it and hope that maybe one day their family would grow.
Apparently, Trunks thought his mother wasn't being enough attention to him, so he gently splashed her with some water. It did the trick, because right away, Bulma was brought out of her thoughts, and she focused on her son. She leaned toward him, and pressed her lips against his head. When he didn't squirm under her, happiness filled her. Vegeta hadn't completely transformed him just yet. Sometimes, she wished Trunks could talk a little more. She wanted to know how his sessions with Vegeta were. She wanted to ask what his father did or said.
Maybe Vegeta was a completely different person when he was alone with Trunks? Kami knew he was different with her than with the others.
"Dada!"
Bulma raised her head, and looked at the closed door of the bathroom. Vegeta was here already? Could it be that Trunks was already familiar with his father's energy? Bulma tried to listen to see if she could hear anything but all she heard was complete silence. She was pretty sure Vegeta was a lot louder than that when he came inside the room. Maybe Vegeta was just going to get a snack, and Trunks had sensed him move? After a few more seconds of silent, she assumed that she was right; he was in the kitchen.
But then suddenly, the door of the room opened, and from the way it nearly slammed, she knew it was him. It was obvious he could tell they were there, and she wondered what his reaction would be like once he would open the door of the bathroom. Bulma was aware that eventually, he would have to come in. And a few instant later, he did.
Bulma watched as he opened the door and came in. His shorts were half missing and he was breathing heavily. She knew he hadn't taken a break today, not even to eat. A concerned look appeared over her features; why did he constantly push himself like that? Even Goku, who was training obsessed, was able to stop once in a while. Why couldn't Vegeta do the same? They weren't even in danger right now, yet he refused to change his training routine. Stubborn Saiyan Prince.
"Woman, why are you in my bath?"
He hadn't paid attention to her location until he had stopped the GR. His training had ended sooner than usual, and he blamed it on the lack of food he had today. As soon as he made his way to his bedroom, he sensed her and the brat in his room, and he had groaned. Her being there, he was sort of used to it, but the brat too? Now he could see they were relaxing and bathing in his washroom, but he didn't understand why. Didn't she have her own, or weren't there plenty other bathroom in this house?
Bulma quickly shrugged her shoulders. "Trunks broke my bath."
At her words, her son giggled, as if he knew what she was referring to, and he was pretty proud of himself.
Before Vegeta could say anything, she added something else. "Apparently, you've been teaching him plenty of good things." And she wasn't only talking about the cursing.
As if on cue, Trunks used that word again. "Biwtch."
Bulma's eyes flickered in direction of Vegeta, and she waited for his reaction.
Surprisingly, Vegeta smirked. "He's a quick learner."
Her eyes narrowed, before she sighed heavily. "Vegeta, I told you I don't want you to curse around Trunks." She turned around slightly, so she was now facing him, and she rested her arms on the edge of the bath. "You're a bad influence on him."
If it wasn't so undignified, he would have rolled his eyes. He ignored her statement, and made his way to the sink, before turning the water on. He splashed his face with water, cleaning off some of the sweat. "Hurry up, Woman, I need to take a shower," he said, before picking a towel.
He dried his face and threw it on the ground. At that moment, he caught a little glimpse of a twinkle in her blue eyes. His words had given her an idea. She wasn't sure if it was a serious proposition, or it was to taunt him. Bulma stood straight, her breasts no longer being covered by the water. "There's room if you want to wash yourself that badly."
Their eyes met, and she patiently waited. She knew that never in a million years would he say yes. Him taking a bath with her and Trunks? It would be acting too much as a regular human, and it was not something Vegeta did or liked. But she liked the fact that she could still do this, and he could still act as a jerk, even though he had somewhat showed a new part of himself last night. Vegeta scanned over her body, then, he looked over at his son. Of course he could go in; it was his bath after all.
But why should he? He didn't think he wanted to.
This was obviously a human thing. A somewhat new emotion formed itself inside of him, and he wasn't sure how to deal with it. Vegeta, for the first time, felt uncomfortable. Not annoyed or, irritated, he felt uncomfortable. It was obvious he needed to get out of this room and now. "Don't be too long, Woman," he said, before exiting the bathroom and going into his own room.
Bulma watched him leave, a smile on her lips. She knew it. She refocused her attention on Trunks, who had been oblivious to the whole thing. Perhaps she would hurry a little, but not because Vegeta ordered her too. After training for so many hours, and being drenched into sweat for so long, she could understand the desire to take a shower. She wasn't a fan of being sticky, and dirty either. Bulma grabbed the shampoo and proceeded to wash Trunks' tiny silky hair. When he had been a couple of months old, he had always fought and screamed when she washed his hair, but not anymore.
A few minutes later, Trunks was clean and shining. A satisfied smirk on her face, Bulma picked him up, before rising to her feet. She reached out for a towel and gently wrapped it around Trunks. She then did the same thing for herself with the other towel. Once Trunks was tucked in and her towel was tightly wrapped around her body, she exited the bathroom. It wasn't as if she could get dressed since she hadn't brought any clothes with her. To be honest, she also hadn't expected Vegeta to stop his training so early.
Once she came out, she saw that Vegeta was lying on his bed, zapping through the TV channels. When they appeared in sight, he didn't even turn his head to look at them.
"The bathroom's free, your Majesty."
Vegeta turned off the TV before getting up from the bed. He glanced at her, then Trunks and almost groaned. Why did she have to be so bare all the time? He intended on making his way to the bathroom without talking to her, but apparently she had other plans in mind. Bulma smiled before getting in his way. He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was challenging her, but Bulma ignored him completely. Maybe she just liked pushing his buttons because it was so easy. Any little thing could get a reaction out of him.
"Say Good night to Daddy, Trunks."
The little boy, who's head was popping out of the towel, smiled. "Nwight, Dada."
Bulma felt her heart melt at the words, but Vegeta didn't seem to have a reaction. Still, she approached his cheek, and pressed a kiss against his cheek. "Good night, Vegeta."
And slowly, and with an extra swing of the hips, she exited his room, and he watched her do so.
Nwight, Dada.
The words echoed in his mind, and he replayed the action. Suddenly this inexplicable feeling appeared inside of him and his lack of knowledge as of what it was annoyed him. He pressed his hand against the doorway, as if he was to rip it off, but he didn't. Instead he stood there, in complete silence. The boy was completely oblivious to what occurred around him. He just went with the flow, and although Vegeta never showed a shred of affection, the boy held in high in admiration. He wanted to be like him.
For a second, a brief second, he wished his son would not be like him.
He could be better.
-L-
And here we are. I hope it wasn't too terrible. I really didn't want to make him OOC, but then when it comes to feelings it's always a challenge, so, well, all I can do is cross my fingers, and hope everything is okay! Dont be afraid to tell me if you think there is problems with the way Vegeta was acting.
Love, & Review,
Maddie