Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, the characters, or the song "I Don't Know You Anymore" by Savage Garden

I went on a serious writing binge with this one the past month during my break period, so expect to see this one updated quite a bit for a while ;D About time, right?

Bulma had become more relaxed as of late, Vegeta focusing mostly on their relationship and their son. Work had seemed to take a back seat. They were doing so well. No, they didn't shirk on their responsibilities, but neither Vegeta nor Bulma stayed later than they needed. If they could get off early, they would. The board actually encouraged them to do that considering that they were very on top of everything. It was a slow month and that wouldn't always be. For now, they had the time to spend with their ever growing little boy.

Spring was coming quickly, and Trunks was now walking like a pro. He had mastered the art not long after he turned one. Bulma couldn't believe how quickly the year had breezed by, and it was hard to believe that, just a little over a year before, she had been a mess.

Vegeta had been right those couple months before now. He had reminded her that he hadn't lost time with Trunks, only time caring for and reassuring her when she was pregnant. He was there for Trunks's birth, brought them back, gave them a home, and had played an active hand in raising their son. Now, finally, Bulma put the past where it belonged, focusing on their future.

Trunks was also starting to talk more, calling them "mama" and "papa" always. He seemed excited that he could get either of his parents' attention with talking. He was starting to master a few other words, too, but that was the majority of his vocabulary. He would laugh happily the moment he won their attention. He was such a ham. Bulma couldn't tell if he had gotten it from Vegeta or from her from when she was younger.

"Papa!" the baby cheered when Vegeta came inside from the yard. He had worked up a sweat doing the yard work, part of which included a fence over a large area of their home. Now that Trunks was walking, they didn't want to take any chances with him wandering into the lake alone. He was already starting to push open doors around the house too. Vegeta had found a nice, metal fence that didn't look horrible. It would keep Trunks safe and still give them a beautiful view of the lake.

Of course, it wasn't all seriousness out there. Vegeta had also purchased a backyard set for having guests over since spring and summer arrived. He was very excited to get a grill. They'd be barbecuing a lot the upcoming summer. As a late birthday present, Vegeta had also gotten Trunks a huge swing set, one that had a large treehouse that could fit them all up there as Trunks got older.

Vegeta walked over to Trunks, who was sitting in his high chair with a snack and ruffled the child's hair. Trunks let out a squeal of delight that brought a genuine smile to Vegeta's face. His son was such a happy child despite rough beginnings. Bulma was sneakily eyeing them, but Vegeta definitely noticed and grinned. He made his way over to the woman and pulled her towards him for a heated kiss. She almost surrendered, but she pushed him away and smiled coyly. "Ew, you're all sticky and sweaty," she taunted, and Vegeta chuckled. "There's a glass of water for you on the counter."

"Hn," Vegeta grunted his thanks. "What are you baking?"

"Peanut butter brownies," she told him. "I've been craving them like you would not believe."

"Must be that time," he teased, and Bulma playfully smacked his shoulder. "I'm going to grab a shower."

"Drink the water first," Bulma ordered. "You've been out in the heat all day."

"As you wish," he answered, taking the glass with him. On his way out of the kitchen, he ruffled Trunks hair again, and Bulma smiled when she heard her son giggling. Everything about their day had seemed so low key, mundane, but wonderful. She and Vegeta really had a good life, and she didn't see anything changing that any time soon.

The stove beeped, signaling her brownies were done. Trunks looked over to her, his eyes hopeful. She smiled and shook her head. Her son was too much, already having such a big and healthy appetite. "Alright, Trunks," she called out. "Mama will share."

"Mama!" Trunks once again cheered. "Hungy!"

"That's 'hungry,' Trunks," she corrected. "But you're getting closer. Now let's share these brownies."

Bulma removed the brownies from the pan, letting them cool as she filled Trunks's blue sippy cup and a glass for herself and Vegeta with milk. When Vegeta came downstairs all showered and clean, he found Bulma sitting at the table waiting for him. She was feeding Trunks a piece of brownie, Trunks enjoying the treat and giving Bulma a break so he could drink his milk. He sat down beside Bulma, wrapping his arm around her and nuzzling her shoulder. "Hey," he greeted.

"Hi," Bulma replied, grinning at her husband. "I thought you might like a snack."

He nodded. "Smells good." He decided to bite his tongue and not say "but not as good as you" in front of their son, not that Trunks would have understood. "What did you want for dinner?"

"Is it bad that I just want to eat this plate of brownies?" Bulma questioned making Vegeta snicker. "I don't know. What do you want?"

"I was thinking we could go for Mexican," Vegeta stated, knowing his wife well enough to know her next monthly craving would be brisket tacos.

"That sounds really good, actually," Bulma replied. "I'll call Chi Chi and have her and Goku meet us with Goten." She looked to her little boy. "Does that sound good, Trunksie? You get to see your friend today."

"Fwiend!"

Vegeta chuckled and shook his head. Trunks was always excited to see Goku's brat even though he was still just a little thing. He was born shortly before their wedding prematurely, so the child wasn't able to be there during the ceremony. Now, he was almost four months old. He was too young to be moving around like Trunks, but the one year old was just enchanted with the smaller baby. He liked to sit beside the young baby, and when Goten was in his baby jumper Trunks would play with the toys along with him. The older child also found engaging the younger in games of peekaboo to be fun. Honestly, it was really quite charming. Vegeta would never use the word "cute." It wasn't in his vocabulary. Still, it was wonderful to see the boy acting so caring towards others. Just like his mother.

Days passed since then, and Bulma had woken up feeling very cruddy. She had a headache all morning, tried to eat breakfast only to get sick moments later. Vegeta had been by her side, asking her if she was okay. Bulma flashed him a weak smile and said she didn't know what came over her, but she was certain the nausea would pass. He was reluctant to take her word for it, but she wanted him to go. He took Trunks to their mothers' to stay over for a few days just in case whatever Bulma had was contagious, and then he went to work. He was hardly able to concentrate all day.

When he returned, he found Bulma once again retching only to learn that she had gotten sick one other time and had barely eaten. He wondered if she had gotten sick from eating something bad at the restaurant the other night. She hadn't gotten sick right away, though, and they had never gotten sick there any other time. Perhaps she just caught a bug, but Vegeta still wanted her to get checked out. She promised him that if she didn't feel better by morning, she would take off work an extra day and go to the doctor.

The next day, Bulma felt no better, so she had her mother take her to the doctor. It came as a huge surprise to her when she learned, once again, with her mother present, that she was pregnant. At first, she panicked a little inside. She and Vegeta hadn't been planning on having another child so soon, though it was of little surprised to how the baby was conceived. Well, Vegeta's "five year plan" was about to change.

She planned to do right by Vegeta this time, and that meant telling her husband right away. When Vegeta had returned home, he had already showered her with dozens of questions on if she was feeling any better, what the doctor said, and if she would be okay. It was honestly very cute to her that Vegeta appeared this worried. She didn't need any proof that he really loved her, but it was always good to have a reminder.

Bulma did her best to pacify him starting off with the fact that she really was okay, and that it wasn't food poisoning or anything really bad. Vegeta relaxed slightly after that. Still, he was worried. Why was Bulma getting so sick? What could be done? Was it really just nothing?

Moments later, Vegeta received the answer to all his questions.

"Vegeta, I'm pregnant."

His expression became stupefied as he stared at his wife. For a moment, Bulma couldn't tell what the man was thinking, not until his eyes finally lit up and he grabbed her hands, pulling her down on top of him on the couch. He kissed her gently, embracing her as if she were the most valuable treasure. She couldn't help but respond, releasing a soft moan as his hands caressed her hips.

Of course, he could tell she was incredibly nervous, her body rigid despite her giving into his kisses. He pulled away to remind her that she was not alone. "I will be there this time." It had reassured her when he added that he would help her through everything, and that he loved her so deeply.

Bulma believed him, every word he spoke, and felt completely at ease in his arms. Eventually, Vegeta decided to work on dinner, demanding Bulma take it easy and relax on the couch, but not before kissing her once more and thanking her for giving him yet another beautiful gift. She watched as he walked over to their kitchen, and she was able to smell the delicious foods he was cooking. She was pretty sure he was going to make her something light and healthy, but she didn't mind. Vegeta was one of the few people who could make healthy taste good.

All of this felt completely different than last time, and any worries Bulma had disappeared. She and Vegeta were great, their son was their pride and joy, life was peaceful and amazing. It really felt like nothing would go wrong.