FINALLY! WOO! Without further ado, the next chapter of History! And please, people, R&R! PLEASE? Love yall that do!

Attracted by sounds of a baby laughing, farting noises, and what could simply not be her mate making "om-nom" sounds, Bulma cracked opened the door to see her mate doing just that.

"Om nom nom nom nom… I'm gonna eat that baby," Raditz chuckled, bending his head to nibble at Veggie's stomach. The baby responded with squeals of laughter when his uncle blew a raspberry on his tummy and backed his head away, starting all over again, much to the baby's delight.

Bulma watched for several minutes, stifling the urge to laugh until Raditz started doing the theme from Jaws, using the words "om nom." "No, don't stop!" She laughed at him, when he turned red and stared at her. "It's so adorable!"

No longer entertained, Veggie grabbed handfuls of Raditz's hair and began to climb on it like a jungle gym. "Gods, brat, watch the grip!" He grumbled good-naturedly.

"Can you just imagine like, a dozen of those climbing in your hair at only four weeks old?" Bulma teased. "There's definitely more than enough room in that mane of yours for twelve babies."

"Gods, woman, we'd have to do a headcount every hour just to make sure one of them didn't get tangled up and lost." He grinned and pulled her in for a kiss when she laughed so hard that she snorted. "That noise is awfully cute coming out of you."

"Hm, well I have other noises that I'm sure you'd like better." Bulma jumped when she felt his fingers snaking up to her ribs, and stiffened when he grinned and held her in place with his tail. "Don't you dare, Raditz…" she warned.

He laughed evilly as he began to tickle her and she writhed beneath him, screaming with laughter for him to stop. And when he finally did, he nibbled at her belly, making more om nom sounds, trailing his mouth to the hemline of her pants.

"Heh, am I about to be eaten by a giant monster radish?"

A single black brow rose as he grinned against her creamy skin. "If you behave, woman."

Veggie slid down out of the thick black hair he was climbing and landed on Bulma's stomach, lifting his own t-shirt to bare his belly. "OM NOM!"

It was Usagi's turn to walk in and stare at the scene unfolding before her: her son lying on Bulma's belly, making funny eating noises while he tickled her, while Raditz did the same to the baby's back, making the same noises. Not even wanting to know what was going on, she walked right back out. At least Veggie was entertained.

Once Bulma was breathless and flushed from the laughter, she looked up at Raditz lovingly, and he swore to himself that she'd never looked more beautiful. Veggie was climbing back into his hair, so he bent his mouth to lick and nibble at her stomach, wishing that his child was in there, moving and growing.

Bulma sensed his thoughts and blushed; she'd put him off the night before for a reason, which she was still keeping to herself. He'd been disappointed, had even tried to seduce her, but she'd just barely managed to resist.

He'd know soon enough, though; very soon, if her count was correct, and Bulma was never wrong at math.

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Raditz waltzed into the kitchen to try and ambush his mate, who had denied him sex for three days and was avoiding him at every turn. He could sense through the bond that she had a good reason for it, that it had nothing to do with something he'd done wrong, and that she just wanted him to be patient. But damn it all to hell, this was getting frustrating! The least she could do would be to tell him why she was playing this game of cat and mouse!

Bulma sensed him sneaking up behind her and held up a hand to stop him, shaking a chastising finger in his direction, all without even turning to face him. "Ah, ah, ah. No touchy."

Raditz's tail whipped around him in agitation, snagged her by her thigh, spun her, and pulled her into his arms. That thing had a mind of its own, and sometimes he could swear that his beast had total control over that fuzzy appendage. "I'm done waiting, woman. I want you now," he purred, bending his face to nuzzle her mark. Then he turned his head to kiss her neck, and her scent hit him like a sack of rocks, causing him to stiffen from head to toe and his eyes to dilate as his beast rose to the surface. "Dear gods, woman," he rasped out, as the kisses on her neck turned to nips and bites.

Bulma wore a knowing smile as she slipped her hand down his chest to stroke him through his fatigues, and was unsurprised to find him rock hard and ready for her. "I'm fertile, I know."

"If you have any birth control lying around, woman, I hope it's hidden," Raditz growled, as he felt his inner-self slipping in the wake of his animal nature.

Bulma pulled back and locked eyes with him, trembling a little from nerves. "Raditz… I haven't taken it in… in four days." She swallowed when he just stared at her with nothing but raw lust in his eyes. "If… if you still want…" She blinked when he suddenly released her and turned around to dig in the fridge for a moment, but he turned around with something in his hand and grabbed her by her wrist to drag her to their room before she could ask what it was.

Raditz tugged her around and pushed her onto the bed as soon as he'd closed and locked the door, and revealed an enormous can of whipped cream in his fist. "Woman, I am going to cover you in this from head to toe, and you're going to hold still the entire time, you understand me?"

Wide-eyed, Bulma just nodded and licked her lips in anticipation. "And then?"

"And then," he growled seductively, as he climbed on the bed next to her, "I'm going to lick every bit of it off of you while you lay there and enjoy it. Only when it's all gone will I take you."

"Sounds good," she squeaked.

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Usagi rubbed her eyes blearily as she padded into the kitchen for a late-night snack to boost her milk supply; that little heathen brat of hers most definitely had the appetite of a Saiyan, now that he was weaned off of her ki, and she could barely keep up with his needs for more nourishment.

She paused as she spied the dim light on in the kitchen, and turned the corner to see a pair of feet beneath the open door of the fridge. "Raditz?" She asked, as she felt his ki signature. "You're up awfully—" Usagi blinked and couldn't help but give him an appreciative stare when he closed the refrigerator door. He was naked, and aroused, and—"what the…? Is that whipped cream, Radu?"

"This is exactly what it looks like," he answered with a tiny smirk.

"At least you're honest," she said with a shrug.

He held out the can of whipped cream. "Want some?"

She laughed and shook her head. "I know where it's been, thanks. You'd better get back to your mate, too. You're starting to melt a little… and I'm not cleaning that up, by the way."

"Hm… yes, I'd better move. It took half the can just to cover it all… and I'll get the mess later on," he added with a grumble as he strode out, giving Usagi an excellent view of his taut backside. "Damn it, I'm leaving a trail," he groaned, still in earshot, and the princess giggled.

"We'll know where to find you at least!" She assured him, throwing a towel over the drips in front of the fridge. She knew where that mess had come from, and she'd be damned if she was going to get anything that had come into contact with his cock all over her socks.

She heard the door to the bedroom down the hall open, and burst into hysterics when she heard Raditz's voice again. "Woman, you've made me make one hell of a mess, and you're going to clean it up. Start with what I've got left on me before I wind up melting on the bed."

"Yes sir," came Bulma's reply, a low throaty purr. Usagi laughed harder, but stopped at the thought of Vegeta wearing all that whipped cream. Hmm, yeah… her voice would probably sound like that too, if she was faced with his dessert-covered arousal.

"And I'm suddenly in the mood for chocolate sauce," she chuckled softly, yanking a bottle from the shelf before padding back to his bedroom. Geta was about to get one hell of a wakeup.

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Rei grumbled as she felt someone shaking her almost violently, and out of instinct, her hands erupted into flames and she shoved at a hard, muscular chest. A flash of pain in her mind made her open her eyes and gasp in horror—she'd nearly set her mate on fire! "Oh shit, Turles, I'm so sorry! Hold still, just let me—" She batted out the smoldering tank top quickly and gave him an apologetic smile.

"Gods woman, you were totally out cold," he chuckled, lifting her out of the space pod and into his arms. "You can make this up to me, I think." He grinned when she blinked at him sleepily, and he lowered her onto the forest floor, making short work of her top and fatigues. "Mmm, woman… I've missed you."

Now that she knew what he was talking about—how couldn't she when he'd just stripped her naked?—she unbuttoned his pants and drug him down to her as she twined her tail with his. "Missed you, too," she whispered, just before claiming his mouth with her own. She broke away, moaning as he slid inside of her, and arched into him helplessly when he slammed inside of her. "Really missed you," she sighed, gripping his hips as they began to hook into hers at a hard pace.

Turles waited until she'd had her pleasure several times before allowing himself to take his own, and he only did so because of the high-level energy signatures approaching them rapidly. "Damn it," he groaned, just as he came, "we'll have to finish this reunion later."

Rei smiled up at him in satisfaction and gave him a slow nod. "Looking forward to it, beloved. Come on," she purred, nuzzling his chest, "let's get dressed before we give Usagi a nosebleed. I'm pretty sure that's her ki I feel at the lead of the pack."

"Oh, come on, Pyro. I'm sure she'd love to see us naked," Turles chuckled. "We can show her just what she's been missing out on."

Rei swept her amethyst eyes up and down him, appreciating the view. "I don't know, beloved. You're pretty horrific, we'd better not scar her for life," she answered smugly, chuckling as he smacked her ass while she pulled on her top.

"I think what you meant was, 'we'd better not blind her from the magnificent glory that goes with being of the House of Bardock.'"

Rei laughed at that and nodded. "Yeah, I hear that Mako's quite the lucky girl."

Turles groaned and tried not to turn green at that statement. "You sure know how to ruin a good afterglow, Pyro."

"You're welcome!" She laughed. She buttoned her fatigues just as a twin streaks of silver and gold flew overhead and double-backed towards them, slowing as they drew closer to the ground. And then she had the arms of an ecstatic princess wrapped around her, and the sound of Usagi's excited chatter in her ears. Funny, how she'd missed that sound so much. "Yes, yes, I'm awesome for coming here," Rei snorted, as she lightly shoved the princess off of her and looked around.

"I'm awesome too," Turles snorted.

"No, you're not. Just me." Rei grinned and winked at Usagi, who was laughing at the exchange, but the grin was wiped off of her face when her eyes fell on the warrior behind her mistress. "Oh shit. Forgive me, Highness." She bowed her head in respect. "Rei. First Class Elite and Althean firestarter."

Vegeta smirked a little at the sight of her. With that hair, she could pass as full-blooded, if her frame wasn't so petite. Deceptively petite, at that. If she was Elite, she could definitely hold her own better than men twice her size. "You keeping Turles in line? He was quite the little prick when I was a brat."

"I'm still a prick. Just a lot bigger," Turles grunted, as he used his scouter to locate his father and brothers.

"Whoa, wait a second!" Rei cried, spinning Usagi around to stare at a backpack type of contraption. In it was an infant that couldn't have been more than a few weeks old, sleeping soundly as if it were used to lots of loud noises and Saiyan outbursts. Judging from his parents' uncontrollable mouths, the noise probably lulled him to sleep. "He can't possibly be yours… can he?" She gaped for a moment at her mating mark, then turned her head to regard Vegeta. "I knew Raditz was going to make a move off-world, but I didn't think you'd actually let him, Usa!"

Vegeta growled and folded his arms over his chest. "Everyone assumes the brat's Raditz's… I swear that's annoying me to no end."

Usagi chuckled and explained the Hyperbolic Time Chamber while Rei just looked at the baby in wonder, obviously debating on whether or not she wanted to wait ten years to have one. "He's perfect, Usa."

"Of course he's perfect, he's Vegeta's son," Usa replied, giving him a wink and a tiny smile. "He sure looks like him in the face."

"And you'd better abstain from having any of your mate's children, woman. There's already two ugly-ass Saiyans on this planet that look just like him, and we don't want any more," Vegeta deadpanned.

"Well, Raditz is the pretty one in the family, maybe the brat would look like him," Rei laughed as she scooped her duffel out of her pod.

"Ugh, don't remind me," Usagi and Vegeta said at once. "Radu's got a brat on the way," the princess added. When Rei's eyes widened at that, she shook her head. "Come on, we'll lead the two of you there, we're all staying at a huge compound to the south."

Raditz jumped on his brother and hugged him the moment he landed, and as expected, was shoved right onto his ass. "Aw, you didn't miss me, Hurley Turley? I missed you!"

"Shut the fuck up, Radu," Turles snorted, but not without a flicker of a smirk on his mouth. "So, you're going to be a father?"

"Yup. Bulma's inside right now, taking a nap. A forced nap," he added with a grumble. "We've got another brother now, too. Mako delivered Kale a week ago, and Father still won't let her get out of the bed."

"She bled out too much," Usagi sighed, when Turles and Rei both looked to her in concern. "She'll be fine, and the brat's perfectly healthy, but she needs more rest. She doesn't make more blood cells as fast as the lot of us, and neither Bulma nor I was sure if we could give her our blood."

"She can have mine, most likely," Rei said. "I'll give Ami a call and see what Mako's blood type is. For now, show me where to dump my gear. I'd like to go see her right now and check in on her."

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Slamming the door behind her a little harder than necessary, Ami took a deep, shaky breath before sliding to the floor, cradling her daughter in her arms. The baby looked huge—like she could be almost six months old if she were full-blooded Althean—but in reality, she'd only been out of the growth tank for a week and was only just starting to hold her head up on her own. Yet again, for an Althean, that would have been early, but it was right on schedule for a Saiyan baby.

"Ami!? Ami, what's wrong!"

The waterwalker let Mina's mate hold her tightly for a m oment, just long enough for her to get the shaking under control, before she slowly pulled away. "Nothing… nothing's wrong. I—I just got a little spooked, that's all. Don't worry about it." Ok, it was more than that, a deep seeded dread had filled her, and she'd gotten the unmistakable feeling that she was being watched. And not just her—her baby as well.

"Ami, I'm not retarded. You're terrified. What happened?"

"I—I don't know," she finally admitted. "One moment, I'm in the market, the next… I never even saw anyone, but I got the undeniable feeling that I was about to be killed."

"Hey, I believe you, I'm not one to doubt a mother's intuition." Broly whipped out his scouter and immediately patched through to Nappa. He was quick to report without scaring the bigger man too badly, and assured him his mate and daughter were safe and sound and waiting for pickup.

Nappa was there in moments, cradling his mate tightly to his chest while he was careful not to squeeze her so hard that he woke up a sleeping Cicely. He placed a kiss on top of the baby's head, who was resting against her mother's shoulder, and stroked her little black spikes out of her face. "Where did you start to feel uneasy?"

Ami sighed and hung her head. "Near the Althean quarter market," she admitted. "I… I guess I shouldn't be so surprised, it's one thing to let a Saiyan take you to bed and even claim you. But it's a wholly different matter to willingly bear his child. At least it is since the war started.

"Gods, I almost wish she didn't have my damned hair," Nappa muttered. He sensed Broly tensing beside him and patted him on the shoulder. "Calm down, boy. Your mate's safe, right? Has she felt or seen anything unusual?"

"No, she hasn't," Broly said without any emotion. "But she's heard some things in that same market, so she's been keeping quiet about the brats." He nodded silently when Nappa and Ami stare at him. "She's just starting to show. Don't say anything, she's been horrified at the idea of something happening to either of them, and it's going to be a hard enough pregnancy without the extra worry."

"Twins? Oh my God, Broly, Mina should be seeing me for medical treatment!" Ami yelled. "Are the both of you fucking crazy!?"

"We were deciding on when to tell you," Broly sighed. "I already took her twice to the medwing to have them check her out, and I made sure there weren't any of your people present. Only the palace doctor, so we should be safe from anyone finding out."

Nappa gave him a smirk and nodded towards Ami. "I suggest that we share our mates while each of us is in the ring, boy."

Broly actually cracked up at that and waggled his eyebrows. "Really now? I don't know, I seem to be getting the better end of the deal, since my mate is constantly throwing up."

Ami rolled her eyes. "Perverts, the lot of you, I swear. It's not a bad idea, though. Nappa leaves for training, and I stay here. Vice-versa for Mina. "

"It's a deal then," Broly said. "Strength in numbers, at least until we root out the threat and crush it."

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Emerald met violet, and both sets of eyes smiled.

"Rei, hey there," Mako said weakly. She let Usagi help her sit up and rubbed at the bags under her eyes. "When did your pod land?"

"About an hour ago. How are you feeling?"

Mako rested her back against some pillows when Bardock came in and made sure that she was propped up, and she gave him a grateful smile. "Exhausted, honestly, even with Bardock doing most of the work. I Just feed the baby when he's hungry, that's about it. I guess I'm not recovering as fast as I thought I would from bearing a Saiyan baby, being full-blooded Althean."

Bardock stepped out for a moment and came back in with a sleeping Kale cradled in his arms, since he knew it was only a matter of minutes before Rei asked to see him. That's what the women always wanted at some point when they stopped by, and he'd gotten pretty used to it. "Here, I know you were going to ask at some point."

Not sure how to gracefully refuse, Rei took the baby in her arms and blushed a little at how nice it felt to hold one.

"Oh, I know that look," Mako chuckled weakly. "I heard you and Turles were mated now, are you two trying yet?"

"Oh, gods no. We both agreed beforehand that we didn't want kids for years. But…" Rei sighed. "I have to admit it's nice to hold a brat like this." She smiled a little as she smoothed Kale's hair away from his face. "You know, he looks like Raditz."

"Gods, don't remind me," Bardock groaned, while his mate giggled hysterically. "I just hope he isn't half the whore his brother is."

"Ye gods, the entire planet would be impregnated with half-breeds," Rei snorted. "Vegeta-sai would finally get its takeover of Earth, only it'd be non-hostile."

"I know!" Usagi laughed. "We'd breed the humans out and accomplish Kakarot's mission for him!"

"It's a lot of work, but I'm sure Raditz and little Kale here would be up for the job of fucking every human woman on the planet," Rei added, purring low in her throat as the baby snuggled into her chest and started rooting around, looking for the breasts hiding behind her tank top. "See, this one's fixated on tits already. Give him another fifteen years and we can begin the new mission."

"He's a boob man, for sure," Mako agreed. "Just like his father. Give him here when he starts fussing, it's about time for him to eat anyway."

Rei looked so reluctant to give him up that Usagi unstrapped Veggie and offered him up when Kale let out a whine. "Here, woman, switch off. You can hold this one, he sleeps like a fucking rock and he finished eating right before you landed."

The firestarter blushed as she handed Mako her son and took Usagi's instead. "Is it that obvious?"

"Hey, you're a woman, Rei. Your biological clock ticks, same as the rest of us," Usagi chuckled. The princess smiled when Veggie felt tits on his face and started doing the same as his cousin had, nuzzling and rooting around for food. He was full, though, so it didn't last long before he dozed back off, his lips moving in his sleep as he dreamed of more boobies. "You can just give him back if he wakes. He's a hard sleeper."

"I can't get pregnant just yet," Rei sighed. "Hell, I just got promoted to Elite."

"And we're going to need you as reinforcements," Usagi huffed. She wondered briefly how her son from the future was doing, and prayed that he was safe and coming back as he'd planned. Poor damned kid.

"Reinforcements for what?"

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Turles groaned a little when his brother got through explaining the incoming threat, and gratefully took another beer from Chi-Chi when she offered it. "I feel like throwing up. Stronger than a Legendary… dear gods, what the fuck are we going to do?"

"We keep training," Raditz said firmly, before Kakarot could even open his mouth, his mouth set in a serious line that he rarely used anymore. "If Father, Kakarot, Vegeta, and Usagi can all make Legendary, then we sure as hell can, too. I'm putting my money on you as the next one to make it, Turley. Or Gohan."

"Oh, come on, Radu!" Goku said affectionately. "Don't be so hard on your own abilities! You'll get there too, I'm sure!"

"Eventually," he grunted, still dead serious. "But if you thought that I was strong when we first met, little brother, you haven't seen Turley fight. We need you to focus on helping him get there, you and Father both. You'll all work with Gohan as well. I'll continue to work with Vegeta and Usa, since something tells me that Rei's going to want to join in and become the princess's new sparring partner."

"We could always call home for reinforcements?" Turles suggested. "I mean, if I'm close to Super Saiyan, then Broly's probably already there. Nappa can't be far either, or His Majesty. Gods," he groaned, resting his head on the table for a moment. "I need to call and report, too."

"Ugh, the king's going to shit himself screaming for us to get his son and daughter home, I'll bet, once he hears about the threat."

"He'll tell us all to come home," Turles agreed with a nod.

Goku frowned at his brothers and shook his head. "I'm staying; if you two want to pussy out and head back, then do it." He didn't expect them both to snarl at him simultaneously, and blinked in surprise.

"We're not going, Kakarot," Raditz stated firmly. "My mate and my life are here on Earth; Bulma's made it clear she doesn't want to live anywhere else."

"So, we'll just neglect to report the incoming attack?" Turles asked with a hint of mirth. "If he ever finds out, I'm swearing up and down that it was your idea, Radu."

Goku relaxed and chuckled in relief; for a moment there, he'd honestly thought his newfound family was going to tuck tail and run, but it seemed that they were a lot more like himself than either of them would admit. "Tell him I went Super Saiyan and threatened to rip off your balls if you squealed. It was all my idea."

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Usagi looked up when she felt a ki she hadn't felt in over a month, and smiled softly at the baby latched onto her breast, suckling greedily. "I think you just arrived, Veggie," she chuckled. "Shall we go meet yourself?" She carefully separated her nipple from the baby's mouth, he'd been slowing down anyway, an indicator that he was pretty much done eating, and was merely dozing.

Sure enough, his eyes were drooping when his mother tugged her tank top back into place and cradled him against her as she flew out the balcony door and landed on the ground outside. A large contraption with the Capsule Corp insignia stood not too far away, and sure enough, Trunk was climbing out of it.

"Boy," Usagi drawled affectionately as she approached.

Trunks smiled and hugged her tightly once she was within reach. "Mother." He looked down at the bundle in her arms and sighed with relief. "So, this is me."

"Yes, Future Veggie, this is Little Veggie. You want to hold yourself?" Usagi chuckled when he held out his arms, and gently laid him in his arms. "Well, what do you think?"

"He's perfect." Trunks suddenly blushed at that statement and found himself laughing right along with Usagi.

"Think pretty highly of yourself, eh?" They both erupted into fits of giggles at that, ignoring Vegeta's ki as it drew closer.

"Ok, Big Veggie, time to keep up pretenses. The biggest Veggie is about to land, and I don't know how he's going to take the news that you're his son."

With that said, a streak of gold flashed across the sky and promptly landed between Trunks and Usagi. "I'd advise you to keep your hands off my mate," Vegeta snarled. "And why are you holding my brat?"

Usagi chuckled, shoved Vegeta out of the way, and carefully took a sleeping Vegeta Jr. from his future self. "I let him hold Veggie, Geta. That's all." She brushed her lips against his, and he visibly relaxed… just a little. "Shoo, Geta. Let me talk to the boy for a minute, alright?" She led him inside once Vegeta had huffed something about not touching his mate, and stopped at the fridge and groaned.

Trunks looked down to see a trail of what looks like milk, and burst out laughing, hanging onto the counter to keep from falling over. "Dear Kami, they're still doing that!? Err… doing it already? Whatever!" He cackled.

Usagi joined in when she understood, and shook her head as she tried to catch her breath. "I'm not cleaning this up!" She yelled, still laughing.

"I got it!" Raditz yelled from down the hall, his words coming out breathy and hoarse. "My turn!" He added with a loud moan. "Fuck me running, woman, the things you do with your mouth!" He cried hoarsely.

Trunks wheezed as he tried to stop laughing, but only wound up sitting on the floor, holding his sides. "Oh—Oh my God—just—just like home—"

"Ugh, you poor child," Usagi giggled, as she scooped up a towel and laid it in front of the fridge door. "So," she said with a soft smile, once the threat of stepping in the mess was taken care of, "you've been well?"

"Yes," Trunks said quietly, looking around to make sure no one was in earshot. "And you, Mother?"

"Not too bad. Your cousin Kale was born a few days after you, and—" Usagi frowned in concern when Trunks bit down on his lower lip and looked away from her for a moment. "Trunks, honey? What's wrong?"

Her future son sat down at the table and shook his head. "I'm sorry, Mother. It's just… Kale and I, we were raised as brothers for the most part, so thinking of him… it still hurts."

"The androids got him, too," she guessed. "How old was he when he died?" Usagi asked, swallowing the urge to cry for the death of a child that she only knew as an armful of squirming infant.

"We were fifteen. Gohan had been dead for about a year, and Kale and I were out patrolling. He had just made Super Saiyan, the same as myself, when the androids attacked a city not far from our patrol circuit, so we… we were so foolish," he sighed. "We should have called Uncle Raditz and Boxer for backup, but we were a couple of stupid kids, high on our own damned power." Trunks hung his head between his knees and wiped away a couple stray tears. "It was my fault, you know."

Usagi opened her mouth to protest as she sat beside him at the table and soothingly rubbed her hand up and down his back, but he continued before she could say anything.

"Kale said that something didn't seem right when we showed up at the city and there weren't any people there, but I teased him and called him a sissy. He yelled at me for being an asshole, I laughed, and as usual, he followed me right into danger. That was when the first nuke went off. We both ascended immediately and shielded, and we were fine, trying to see through the glare from the flash."

"And that's when they struck," Usagi said quietly, now hugging both of her sons to each of her shoulders.

"Yeah," Trunks whispered hoarsely. "They struck hard and fast, a second bomb went off, and I blacked out. When I came to, Kale was carrying me, and at first he seemed alright, but I could tell he was in pain. We landed a few miles out, and when we did I could see he was mortally wounded. And… I tried so hard to heal him, to use the powers that I know I have inside of me, hiding somewhere… but I couldn't get it to work. And since his spark was going out…" Trunks shook his head again. "Even if I could have healed him, he was the only shaker left alive.

"I called Aunt Bulma and Uncle Raditz, and kept Kale warm with my ki while we waited in the dark; I would have carried him, but with what little I learned about healing, I knew he shouldn't be moved. I kept telling him how sorry I was for calling him a sissy, how I was sorry for not listening to him and getting us both the hell out of there, but he just laughed at me and told me it was alright. That he was proud to die protecting the crown prince of our people."

"He died well, Trunks," Usagi whispered into his hair. "The manner of his death was one of the greatest honors among our people. Just don't let that death be in vain, ok? There's still a chance to save him now, before any of that ever happens."

"I know," he choked. "It gives me hope, Mother. Thank you. And it's what Uncle Raditz said, too. That any Saiyan Elite would be proud and ready to die to protect the royal family; that it was his greatest shame in life, not protecting you or Father, even if he was following both of your orders to get me to safety with the other kids."

"When you go home, slap Radu around for me a bit and tell him that he's an ass for thinking he could have saved either of us when he couldn't ascend. I'm not trying to bruise his ego or anything, but damn. That man thinks way too much with his heart, and not enough with his head."

Trunks managed a tiny smile and nodded. "Actually, that's pretty much what I told him."

"Well, I see where you get your brains from at least. Come on, boy, Kakarot's going to want to see you."

Yes, FINALLY! God, I hate such hellacious fucking writer's block with this damned story! It was making me batshit! So, sorry if I skip POV a bit, things in the next chapter will finally be coming together a bit better now that Trunks has come back and Rei and Turles have landed. PLEASE R&R… while I run off to work on Sacrifice some more :D I know, I'm such a bitch posting two or three updates to that while yall are waiting on this…