Authors notes: Well I certainly went a very different way with this story than originally planned. But I'm kind of happy with the finished piece, despite the fluff and OOC-nes.
I enjoyed writing this last part of Bulma and Vegeta a lot more, though. They'll always be my favourites, and it seems that I have a lot more fun writing them.
In any case, if you've stuck with me until now, I can't thank you enough. I love you for it, seriously. I hope you've enjoyed the story, and I hope you'll "watch out" for more of my little stories.
Until next time!!

Epilogue to A flower by any other name

By Reiyuka

"…both of them look simply worn out." "Yeah, don't you feel kinda jealous?" CLICK

An elder man with gravity-defying jet-black hair looked behind him as the television screen went black. "Hey, I was watching that." Vegeta marvelled as his wife walked up to him, wearing a silk... –thing- that barely concealed anything. Placing her round forms in his lap, Bulma smiled as she saw the passion ignite in his dark eyes. "You don't have to watch silly society shows anymore to find out how our son is doing in his relationship, Vegeta." She leaned in to softly graze her lips over the love bite she'd given him some nights ago. He shuddered and tightened the hold around her slim waist.

"It's not him I'm concerned about," was his only grunted response. Bulma chuckled dryly and nuzzled the crook of his neck, whispering, "Trunks called while they were in the limo – they'll come to visit sometime next week. For some reason our son thinks he needs to ask you for Pan's hand." This brought a smile to the old Saiyan's withered face. And boy, did he feel old.

"Aren't you tired of this yet, woman?" He demanded in a gruff voice, his hands wandering up and down her frame despite himself. She brushed back her short, cascade-blue hair and gave him an irresistible smile, "I'm the woman of a Saiyan. I don't think I'll ever get tired of it." The grin on his lips widened as he picked her up, readying himself for what was yet to come, "Good answer, woman."

The End