A/N: Wow, I nearly cried at the amount of reviews, thank you!

Also, thank you to everyone who answered to my little question concerning whether or not they should marry. You'll see soon enough which one happens! Lol. And this is almost the end of this part. (Second Part of the trilogy).

Difficult Love

Part 25: Star Festival

A bright smiled appeared on Bulma's face as she stared at her deep blue kimono laid out across the bed. She wasn't much enthusiastic about dressing up, but when the Star Festival was around, it was a different story. The ambience, the people, the activities; the whole thing was exciting. Not only that, but it was the very first time Trunks would go! Before she had deemed him a bit young, and had assumed he wouldn't remember, but now that he was four years old, she thought the moment was perfect.

Chichi, Gohan, and Goten were coming as well. Trunks and Goten were nearly inseparable, so the thought of splitting the two of them hadn't even crossed her mind. Her parents were also thinking about going, which in the end would leave Vegeta alone. Bulma hadn't told him about it, not because she didn't want him to come, but because he wouldn't. Not only did it involve Chichi, but it also involved a crowd. Considering the fact that Vegeta despised both of those things, she had known better than to invite him.

However, if he did wish to come, she wouldn't stop him.

"Honey?"

Bulma turned around, only to see her mother walking in, holding a tiny haori. "I finished Trunks'," she said with a smile.

Bunny had been the one to do all of their clothes for the festival. When Bulma had shared her idea with her, she had been extremely excited about the whole thing. Though her mother could be ditzy and sometimes clumsy, when it came to housewife chores, nobody could beat her. From cooking to sewing, she was the best.

Bulma couldn't help the squeal that escaped her. She had already a camera ready so she could capture every single one of Trunks' movements. He was going to look adorable in his haori, and she didn't want to miss it.

"Thanks mom," said Bulma as she took it from her mother, and laid it beside her own.

"I made one for Vegeta as well," said Bunny smiling brightly.

Suddenly, Bulma froze ceased her actions, and turned a bit to look at her mother. Surely she hadn't heard right. Her mother was clueless, but she couldn't be that clueless. Already the possibility of him ever going to such event was insane, but to dress up? She already couldn't get him to wear regular clothes! Never would he agree to this.

Bulma offered her mother a small fake smile. "I don't think Veteta…" she paused to search for the right word. "Can come." Perhaps it was better to spare her mother's feelings, and tell her he couldn't instead of he doesn't want to.

Bunny's smile faded a bit. "The poor boy! He must be so devastated!" Vegeta always had so much work to do! He could never have any fun, and was so often alone!

The blue haired scientist nearly held in a laugh. "Yes, devastated," she added, before gluing her lips together.

Bunny walked further in the room, before putting on the bed a black and white haori. "Just in case something happens, and he can joins us!" she said, retrieving her smile. Her joy back, she left her daughter by herself in the room so she could go finish the picnic she was preparing for the festival. With all those hungry boys, they needed a lot of food.

Bulma shook her head softly as she turned around and headed for her dresser. As she went to bend down and grab her flower hair clip, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. This year she wouldn't be able to pin her hair up like she often did. A while back, Trunks had become involved with her hair style, and after he had cut off half of her hair, she had decided to go with a short hair cut, also trying to prevent such thing from happening again.

Ever since then, she had not let her hair grow.

Sometimes, like now, she missed the length of her hair, but she still enjoyed the new style.

"Woman!"

Bulma nearly rolled her eyes before turning around, and glancing at Vegeta, who was just walking in the room. She couldn't help but wonder what he had broken this time around. After all, it was way too early for him to cease his training, and the kitchen was currently filled with food. It could only mean he had broken the GR.

He walked deeper into the room until he was face to face with her. Vegeta was about to tell her about her useless invention, when he noticed something different about the room. He wasn't sure what it was; her, or the place. The ambience and her scent were off, and he didn't like it. He glanced around, trying to figure it out. It was then that strange clothes he had never seen before caught his attention. He forgot all about Bulma and walked in direction of the bed.

Vegeta picked up Bulma's kimono, feeling the soft fabric. This was not the kind of clothes he was used to see on this planet, they almost looked too formal. Usually, most of the women wore revealing clothes. He tilted his head to the side a bit, and glanced her way.

"What is this?"

There was no avoiding it now. "Kimonos. My mom made them for the Tanabata."

He arched an eyebrow. "Tanabata?"

Vegeta had become familiar with a few Earth Holiday ever since he had begun living on Earth. Most of them had been skipped, but he hadn't been able to escape all of them. Of course, he rarely participate, but he usually would find out about them. She assumed it was the intellectual side in him that sought knowledge.

"It's a celebration. It celebrates the meeting of Orihima and Hikoboshi." Since it still didn't provide him with much information, she continued. "It's a legend, which says that the Milky Way, separates these lovers, and they are only allowed to meet once a year on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month of the lunisolar calendar."

A nearly romantic sigh escaped her lips. "Plus, it's fun. There are parades, competitions, and decorations. It's a lot of fun."

Vegeta dropped her kimono on the bed, obviously not interested. Not only was the whole story behind it completely ridiculous, but it was a waste of time. Why did these people always feel the need to celebrate every little ridiculous thing? Giving candies to strangers, a fat man breaking into houses to give gifts; earthlings had the strangest customs.

"Trunks has his own little haori too," she said, not thinking about Vegeta's that was resting just beside.

It was not until he lifted it up, and showed it to him that she remembered. "And who's this for?" he asked knowing very well the blue one was hers. Vegeta already had the answer, but he asked anyway.

"My mother made it for you," she truthfully answered.

There was no point in not telling him, and she had nothing to hide from Vegeta. It was already obvious that he disliked the idea, which came as no surprise.

"Chichi, Gohan, and Goten are coming," she said, when he didn't say anything.

Bulma expected him to either walk off, or brush it off, but instead, he turned his head to look at her. He had a strange look in his eyes that she had never seen before. "How is the brat doing?" he inquired, surprising her.

"Gohan?"

He nodded.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Okay, I guess… I didn't know there was something wrong with him."

"There isn't," he quickly answered before turning around, as if he was ready to leave.

Bulma immediately recognized that attitude; he was avoiding the subject. Vegeta wasn't one to hide anything, so this change aroused her curiosity. Now she had to know. Since he was walking away at normal speed, it wasn't hard for her to catch up to him. She moved in front of him, and stopped, causing him to cease walking.

"What's wrong with Gohan?"

Vegeta and Gohan were barely ever together. She had only seen near each other a few times, and it had happened more in the past than recently. Plus, why would Gohan's current state interest Vegeta? Why did he care what was going on in the pre-teenager's life?

"Woman, it's none of your business," he said, though he didn't make an attempt at moving.

She could be quite entertaining when she was trying to obtain something, and since he didn't have his GR, he was a bit interested in seeing where this was heading. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, as if he was trying to challenge her. He knew she wouldn't back down.

"If it wasn't any of my business, then you shouldn't have asked me about it." She hated when he shared only half information with her. She might have dropped it, but the fact that he bothered to ask was tickling her.

"It's between me and the boy."

She couldn't help the little smirk that appeared on her lips. Bulma approached him, closing the distance between their bodies. She trailed her fingers along his arms, a smirk growing in size. Maybe if she made him panic a bit, she could get answers. "Oh I get it," she said, her smirk transforming into a smile. "You feel like you owe Goku, so you're looking after his son, becoming a father figure." She pulled away from him, feeling pretty satisfied. "It's okay Vegeta, I understand. It's nothing to be ashamed of!"

1.

He frowned.

2.

He uncrossed his arms.

3.

"Are you out of your mind, Woman?"

There it was, she was going to get what she wanted now.

Vegeta sighed a bit annoyed. He was no fool, and he could see right through her little game, but it was bothering him that she left thinking in such a way. As if he would ever feel like he owed that clown anything. He almost rolled his eyes. "Saiyans don't do develop like humans."

She tilted her head to the side. "So you helped Gohan with his teenager questions and insecurities?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement.

Bulma didn't mean to tease him, because she knew it would annoy him, but it had been too hard to stop herself. That was a very unlikely situation she never thought Vegeta would find himself in.

Of course, instead of answering what she said, he changed the subject. "Woman, shouldn't you be fixing the GR instead of yapping your mouth away?"

There he was retracting again, but she didn't mind. It wasn't because he despised her, it was just who he was. At first, she thought as the years would go by, that he would open up a lot more, and that he would share. Bulma had quickly realized that Vegeta wasn't like that. He kept things to himself not because he couldn't trust anyone, but because he didn't know any other way.

"I can't, I have to get ready for the festival, and I still have to pick up Chichi." She could see his frown deepen. "Either you stay here by yourself, and find something to do, or you come with us."

Vegeta alone in a house, with no GR, and no food. It was perhaps the only situation that would ever make him consider going to the star festival.

-L-

Bulma could hardly wipe the smile off her face as she roamed through the streets. This was the most hilarious sight ever. Her parents, Chichi and her sons, her, Trunks, and Vegeta. It was extremely obvious that this wasn't his element, and he stood out like crazy in the middle of their little group. The look on his face, and the attitude radiating from him wasn't helping though.

He had tagged along, though he had flew on his own instead of riding with them, and he had refused to wear the haori, which had come as no surprise. Nonetheless, his presence made a difference. At least, she knew for a fact that the night would be quite entertaining. Though Vegeta had shown he knew how to control himself in public, which was probably due to how he had been raised, and the fact that he had manners.

Bulma looked back, only to see Trunks and Goten, glancing in every direction, most probably trying to escape their parents. Those two when they were together were extremely difficult to watch. However, she had a feeling that with Vegeta present, they might act as little angels. After all, the older saiyan could easily detect them, and punish them.

She finally allowed herself to relax a bit, as she took in the magic of the night. When she was a bit younger, she believed this was to be a romantic festival. Not only were the origin of the night representing love, but it was the ambience surrounding them as well. Of course, the mood would only deepen once the night would fall. Though, right now she was surrounded by friends, kids and her parents, and her romantic interest was Vegeta; all the ingredient for a non romantic evening.

However, it would not stop her from dreaming the day away.

The tradition she was expected the most was the wishing part. Usually she had a million wish rushing in her mind, but this year it was different. For the first time in her life, Bulma had no idea what to desire. What was missing in her life? What would bring her that little extra joy? Was there a void seeking filling? She glued her lips together, the matter taking up her whole mind. Granted she was rich and beautiful, but it hadn't stop her from wanting something in the past. Perhaps she had matured over the years.

"Oh honey isn't this exciting?" asked Mrs. Briefs as she rushed to her daughter's side. "Will you kids be alright on your own? Your father and I have some plans," she said giggling like a high school girl.

Bulma fought the urge to look away; too many details she didn't want to know. "Don't worry mom, we should be okay," she responded, her tone obviously sarcastic.

Bunny offered her daughter a smile before grabbing her husband's arm and disappearing through the crowd. Bulma shook her head, before turning around and facing everyone.

"Alright, who's hungry?"

It wasn't too long that the three boys ran right past her, and headed for the food court. A tiny sigh escaped Bulma's lips; apparently, they had no interest in the picnic that had been prepared. Then again, there was barely enough food in there to feed Vegeta alone.

Chichi walked past Bulma, a frown on her fast. "Boys, wait up," she said a bit annoyed.

Bulma couldn't help but chuckle. "They are just kids Chichi. They'll be fine."

"I suppose you're right." As she Chichi slowed down a bit, she couldn't help but turn her head to the side, and look at Vegeta. "Now, how in the world did you manage to make him come?" she asked in disbelief.

Bulma shrugged her shoulders. "Apparently, he doesn't find the thought of no GR, and no food appealing," she answered, clearly amused.

Chichi softly shook her head. "Even Goku wouldn't have been able to go on without food and training. I swear those saiyans…"

As Chichi trailed off, Bulma couldn't help but look back at the man she loved. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, and he was sending a deadly glare at everyone who dared to look at him, probably so they wouldn't come any closer. To others he might look dangerous, but to her, he was just her man. He finally caught on to her staring, and when their eyes met, instead of looking away, she smiled brightly at him.

Apparently, her actions caught him off guard, since he was the one to glance away. But, Bulma didn't give up. "You hungry?" she asked lifting up the basket in her hand.

His only answer was a grunt as he closed the distance between himself and the women. Bulma laid down the blanket on the ground, before Chichi and Vegeta took seat on it. Obviously both of them were as far as possible from each other, causing Bulma to hold in a giggle. This would be an interesting, and awkward meal. She laid out the food, but neither touched it. Instead their eyes met, an they glared at each other. Bulma fought the urge to roll her eyes, as she reached out for a plate, and began filling it.

If they didn't want to eat, it was their business, but she was starving.

As she set to ignore them, she tilted her head to the side, watching over the boys. When they were out like this, especially if Goten was present, she had made it a rule to have her son carry an emergency credit card. They had gotten in trouble too often, and just in case, she wanted him to have money. Of course, by now she imagined he had already used to buy mountains of food. Good thing she was rich.

Perhaps he was indeed a bit young for this, but she couldn't help herself. After all, her own parents had provided her with a cellphone, and cards when she had been the same age. Trunks was quite smart for his age too, and she knew that most of the time, he knew how to be responsible. As long as Goten wasn't there. Those two together were monsters, and their IQ seemed to drop, as they lost any common sense they might have.

At least Gohan was with them.

Goten usually listened to his big brother, mostly because he was the male figure in his life, with Goku being absent. Bulma couldn't help but wonder if it was the reason why Gohan was so mature. Maybe he felt as if he had to be a father to his brother? It was a huge responsibility to take on at such a young age. Then again, Chichi had been so strict with him, and still was.

"Bulma would you tell your monkey to keep his hands off my food."

The blue haired scientist was snapped out of her thoughts, and turned her head to look at the mess in front of her. Judging by the way Chichi and Vegeta were glaring at each other, she could tell this would end badly. "Vegeta, why don't you go get the boys? They'll listen to you."

"I'm busy," he said grabbing a chicken wing, and shoving it in his mouth.

"Fine, I'll go," she said her tone saying much more than her words did.

Bulma had found out during the past years that there were certain things Vegeta was scared of. One of them was being kicked out of the room. The first few times, which had occurred years ago, he hadn't give a damn, and he had usually remained in his new bedroom for a few days before coming back. Now though, it was a bit different. Of course, he wouldn't say he wanted to stay, but he'd fight her over it. He would say things such as Woman stop being foolish, or stop disrupting my sleep, and go to bed. She knew it meant he didn't want to leave, but he had his pride to keep.

Naturally, she had used that against him a few times to get what she wanted. It was a solution that had proven to work in the course of the past few years, and she enjoyed it very much.

Of course, that didn't mean he hadn't gotten her back a few times. Vegeta had a few weapons of his own. One of them was currently tucked away in a tight pair of boxers, very far from her reach. It was his fault that she was addicted to the great physical pleasure he could provide. He had a huge ego, so she wouldn't say it out loud, but in bed, the man knew what he was doing, and he knew his way around her body very well. Unfortunately, that created cravings.

Vegeta had a lot more self-control than she did. Apparently not having sex for a few days was very fine with him. He could completely ignore her, no matter how seductive she'd try to be, and he would go to bed as if nothing was wrong. They had a few wards involving him on the couch, and ending up in them having sex on the kitchen table, but other times it would be the silent treatment.

Whatever their fight though, it wouldn't last very long.

The boys finally appeared in her line of sight, and Bulma frowned evilly. It took them a few seconds, but they finally realized that she was standing in front of them. Bulma crossed her arms in front of her chest, perhaps to try to remind Trunks of his father. She wasn't really upset that they had gotten food, but mostly that they had kept venturing on their own. The two little demon could do damage without the proper surveillance.

"Come on," she said, hinting at the spot where Chichi and Vegeta were sitting. When the two boys didn't bulge, she sighed. "Trunks, don't force me to get your father."

And there was the magic trick. Trunks didn't only wish to grow up like his father, he was terrified of him. Bulma had often thought he was being a bit harsh on the poor boy, but now that she was seeing how well Trunks obeyed his father, she concluded that perhaps she had been a bit too soft on him. Not that she would ever admit it out loud.

Trunks' smirk turned into a frown as he grabbed his bag of Mc Donald. "Come on Goten," he said before looking extremely defeated, and walking in direction of his father.

It was then that Bulma realized Gohan wasn't there. She knitted her eyebrows together before glancing around, looking for him. Suddenly, she finally spotted him. He was by the trees, a little bit bent down, while taking a grip on the nearest trunk. Vegeta's previous words came back to her mind, and she found herself a bit worry. Without thinking about it twice, she headed in his direction.

"Gohan?" she said very softly.

He slowly turned around, and he seemed a bit surprise to see her. He had sweat bids dripping down his forehead, and it only increase her worry. "Are you okay?" she asked, coming a bit closer.

Gohan slowly nodded before letting go of the tree. "I'm fine."

Bulma pressed her lips together before tilting her head to the side a bit. It probably wasn't her place to do this, but she would do it anyway. "You know Gohan, I mean, I know he's not the friendliest person but… if there's ever something wrong, you can ask Vegeta." She had a feeling he didn't believe her so she pushed it further. "He's worried about you, he asked about you earlier."

Gohan's eyes widened a bit as he seemed surprised by her revelation. Vegeta caring about someone else? It was already hard enough sometimes to believe he had come to enjoy Earth, and have a family…

She offered him her best smile. "I know, at first glance, you wouldn't think so, but Vegeta does have a heart. Don't let his cold appearance fool you."

Gohan nodded. "Thank you Bulma," he said sincerely.

He broke the eye contact when he walked past her, and headed to where everyone else was. Bulma smiled a bit sad, before sighing. Gohan might never get a chance to have a father figure in his life again with Goku gone, and she was glad that even Vegeta could look past rivalry to offer the lost boy what he needed.

Ties, and blood were really strong links.

It gave her hope.

-L-

"Oh honey there you are!" exclaimed Bunny as she reached out for her daughter. "We've been looking everywhere for you!"

It was almost time to write their wish down, and hang them in the tree. Though if it hadn't been for her mother reminding her, Bulma probably would have been too caught up to remember. Chichi and her had been looking for the boys for nearly half an hour now, but couldn't find them. Of course Bulma had asked Vegeta for help, but he had quickly dismissed her, saying the boys would be fine on their own. They had asked Gohan to locate them, but as expected they had been hiding their ki.

Both mothers were infuriated as they roamed through the parades, trying to find their son, though now, Bulma also had to deal with her mother.

"Not right now mom, I have to find Trunks."

Bunny brushed her words off. "Oh honey, Trunks will be just fine. Come on, don't you remember how you used to love making a wish?"

Bulma would have probably still loved it if she had a wish to make, but she still hadn't found one. No matter how hard she tried to think, her mind came up empty. She also knew that technically Trunks would be fine, but it didn't stop her from wanting to find him.

"Fine, but just a minute, then I'll go looking for him again."

Bunny seemed pleased with her daughter's answer, so she grabbed her arm, and grabbed her to where Mr. Briefs and Vegeta where standing.

"Oh Vegeta, aren't you excited about your wish?"

Obviously, when the topic had first been introduced to him, Vegeta had no idea what they were talking about, but after Bunny had gone wild to find Bulma, Dr. Briefs had quickly explained to Vegeta what was involved with the last part of the festival. Needless to say Vegeta had found it to be a waste of time. The only wishing he believed in was when it came to the Dragonball. Everything else was wishful thinking.

Vegeta didn't answer Bunny instead, he looked away. Bulma rolled her eyes before going beside him, and gently bumping into him.

"Did you find the brat?" he asked casually.

She shook her head. Then Bulma realized something. "You don't know where he is," she said a smile on her lips. Was that why he refused to help? "Trunks outsmarted you, and you refuse to admit it!" she exclaimed holding in a laugh.

He frowned. "As if a four years old could escape me."

"Then where is he?"

Silence.

She glanced away. "Knew it."

Before allowing Vegeta to say anything else, she changed the subject. "So, you won't make a wish?"

"It's nonsense." He turned to look at her. "I do not require anything."

His words could have meant nothing, but to her, they meant everything. Vegeta had wished for a lot of things in the past, and though this was not really going to come true, he could have still hoped for it. But he didn't. Could it be that Vegeta was content with the life he had? A long time ago, it could have sounded insane, but now, it was almost plausible.

Vegeta never had anything before.

He was alone, and he didn't wish for anyone to be in his life. Yet, fate had played the weirdest trick on him, and he had found himself in a situation where he was surrounded by people. Could it be that through it all, Vegeta had learned to love this place, learned to love his family?

The power hungry prince had no problem with his current life. He didn't feel as if anything was missing.

Bulma smiled brightly as she felt a new found lightness within. When her mother reached her side again, and asked her to come write down her wish with her, she followed. After spending the whole day thinking about it, she had finally made up her mind, and she knew what she wanted.

She didn't feel Vegeta's eyes on her as she left. Quickly her mother and her grabbed paper, and pencil, and Bulma smiled the whole time. She followed her mother as she went, and hung her wish up on the tree. A few minutes later, everyone in the vicinity did the same, and they proceeded to singing.

Sasa no ha sara-sara (The bamboo leaves rustle,)
Nokiba ni yureru (shaking away in the eaves.)
Ohoshi-sama kira-kira (The stars twinkle;)
Kingin sunago (Gold and silver grains of sand.)

Once the song was over, Bunny clapped in excitement. Then, she turned to look at her daughter, amusement obvious in her feature. "What did you wish for sweetie?"

Bulma tilted her head to the side, and she looked straight at Vegeta who returned the glance. "Nothing," she said, knowing perfectly well that he could hear her. "There's nothing I need."

"Awe, what a waste of a wish honey!" said Bunny apparently disappointed, although the tone of her voice didn't show it.

"I've seen worst wish," said Bulma recalling a certain panty wish.

Suddenly, everyone stopped their chattering, and gasped which attracted Bulma's attention. She turned to look at the tree, and what she saw left her speechless. It was on fire. The whole thing, including the wishes was just burning away in front of everyone's eyes. At first nobody moved, since they didn't know what to do, or how to react to the unexpected event. Slowly though, a small panic was formed, and a few people began to roam around the streets, screaming.

Bulma glued her lips together as worry took over. This could be dangerous, and she had no idea where Trunks was, and … Bulma stopped her thoughts as she realized something. Trunks and Goten. The boys go missing, and suddenly there is a fire? All she could do was grunt in frustration. Through the chaos she managed to find Vegeta, and when she did, she approached him.

"Find the boys," she said, this time an order, not a request.

He looked into her eyes for a brief instant before nodding, and leaving. He technically didn't mind if the two brats had caused this since it would make him leave this place sooner, but he knew the woman thought differently. It would be quite enjoyable to see her flip over this. Usually she was so delicate when it came to their son, and he hated when she was being soft.

For once, her insane foolish fury would be directed towards someone else. The boy hadn't experienced her wrath often enough, which explained why he disobeyed her so often. Though it was none of his business; as long as the boy did what he told him to, he couldn't care less how the brat acted around the woman.

It didn't take Vegeta too long to find where the fire had initiated, and when he did, all he had to do was sniff around to find the two troublesome boys. He saw a brief movement in the bushes, and he smirked. Slowly he reached him, before grabbing and pulling them both out.

Obviously both knew they were in trouble, and immediately they avoided looking at him. "Dad I –"

"Don't explain yourself to me boy," he said as he began to carry them to where Bulma and Chichi were. "Your mother will deal with you."

Right away, relief could be seen on Trunks' face as if he had just escaped a certain death. Unfortunately, Goten didn't feel the same. "Can Trunks' mom deal with me too?"

Vegeta scoffed. "You wish."

The woman might be able to yell his ears off, but that harpy took the word annoying to a completely new level.

A quite loud shriek could be heard as soon as Bulma and Chichi saw their sons, looking guilty as hell, being carried through the crowd. Vegeta carelessly tossed them at the women's feet, before backing away and crossing his arms in front of his chest; he wasn't about to miss this. This night had just become extremely interesting.

"WHAT IN THE WORLD WERE YOU THINKING?" screamed Bulma and Chichi in unison.

Both boys trembled at bit and shook their heads in response. Goten was used to seeing his mom mad, but Trunks had only ever seen her angry with his father, not him.

"You cannot be left alone for two minutes!" said Bulma before sighing heavily. He was only four years old! Could someone so young really cause so much trouble already?

Chichi's face was all red as she approached her son, ready to grab him, and literally drag him back home. Unfortunately for her, he noticed, and Trunks and Goten suddenly had the same idea. Their mothers were human, and not experienced with their ki meaning they had one way of escaping. As long as Vegeta didn't chase them, and as long as Goten could hold on.

Both boys hurried, and Trunks grabbed Goten by the collar before they flew off in the air rapidly, causing their mothers to gasp.

"TRUNKS GET BACK HERE!"

"GOTEN SON! YOU COMEBACK HERE THIS INSTANT!"

Obviously, neither boys listened to their mothers, and instead, they kept flying away in the sky, further, and further away from their mothers.

"Vegeta! Go get them."

He almost chuckled. "Not my problem, Woman. Maybe if you learned how to fly…" Vegeta then turned around, his back facing them before walking away.

Bulma stood there, her eyes narrowed. She hoped that Vegeta had no plan of using the GR anytime soon, and that Trunks enjoyed the no toy no Goten rule, because both of them would have their favorite things taken away from them.

She might not have powers, but she sure as hell had the brain and the authority.

Stupid monkeys.

-L-

There you are. Vegeta sticks with his family, and Goten and Trunks give a glimpse of what kind of troublemakers they will grow up to be, lmao. Even Vegeta can't control them.

I guess that's it for now!

Love,

Maddie