Aww they've come a long way from the pouting little spoiled brats these two once were. . . no maybe not a long way. But I'm still impressed by their willingness to grow up, despite having the wrong motives.


How is it that this stupid third class piece of shit manages to upstage me in everything? Vegeta asked himself as he handed the cub over to his mate. Even now shes all gaga about him removing the shit, it was just shit, any idiot could have done that.

Bulma took her son and said "You get first pick Goku, make it good." She set the spare bottles on the coffee table as she curled up on the opposite side of the couch holding her son, the first warm bottle in hand. I can't believe he even noticed his son, let alone held him. He's been avoiding us for weeks and now he's sitting on the sofa like it's his spot or something. This is so twilight zone. She mused as she watched Goku squat in front of the DVD collection.

Vegeta watched his mate as she watched the other Sayain, growling under his breath as he saw curiosity clearly flit across her face. "When are we leaving for the Dragon Balls?" he asked gruffly.

"We? Um Goku and I are leaving first thing in the morning; it's why he's staying here tonight, so we can get an early start. I don't recall inviting you to tag along." She replied cattily.

Before Vegeta could generate a worthy malicious reply Goku said. "Don't be silly B, the more the merrier. Besides it's a great way to show him around the planet, and we could all use a little R&R before the androids get here."

"I don't think the 'the more the merrier' theory really applies when related to Vegeta. But fine, if you want to come, come." She said grudgingly as she leaned forward for the second bottle.

Goku placed the movie into the DVD player, and headed towards the center of the couch, the only spot still available. Bulma squealed, jostling the bottle from Trunk's mouth when she saw Vegeta suddenly appear in the center of the couch, almost on top of her. The angered prince growled at the other man, and Goku begrudgingly sat on the far side instead.

What the hell was that about? She thought to herself as she shifted the bottle back into the crying infants mouth; repositioning her feet so she was no longer touching Vegetas surprisingly warm thigh. The warmth was surprising because he was still wearing his lycra training shorts, and nothing else. Even such an innocent touch caused her to blush at the contact.

Vegeta and Goku could both smell the sudden, yet subtle, scent of her lust. Goku pulled away, nearly tipping the couch, as Vegeta snarled baring his teeth at the younger man.

"Knock it off, quit the posturing!" Bulma said as she tapped the top of Vegeta's fluffy head with the remote, then she turned to hit play.

They turned to watch the movie, as Trunks began to sleep in her arms. Goku had picked something he knew both he and Bulma would enjoy, he hadn't the faintest what kind of movie Vegeta would like. He felt like he hit gold when the found Red in the stack of DVDs. A good action/comedy is hard to come by. Looking at the other man's face he realized, as an afterthought, that it probably didn't have enough gore in it, Vegeta looked bored to tears.

Half way through the movie, Bulma grew tired of the numb tingles in her arm. "Time for you to get to bed little buddy." She chimed quietly to the baby. "You got a wet one too huh, well get that handled."

Vegeta watched as she placed the sleeping infant down on the floor and gathered the diaper and wipes. Recalling how excited she was when Kakkarot did such a simple task he figured. If that idiot can do it, I can do it better. He kneeled down next to her and unfastened the Velcro.

Shocked Bulma stepped back, and returned her seat on the couch. The movie was ignored by everyone in the room; the real show was Vegeta doing something so fatherly and domestic. They watched as he folded down the top, and turned to the next diaper. Clearly he was unsure of how to place everything but he would be damned if he was going to ask either of them how to perform the simple task.

He turned back to his son, bare to the world, holding the new diaper. As the cold air hit the sleeping infant, he woke up, and his bladder contracted. A thick stream of warm piss shot forth, striking his father right on his bare chest. Baby Trunks giggled at the sight.

Fear ran through Bulma and Goku at the sight, they both recalled Vegeta had killed others for the slightest perceived insult. But somehow the fact that this was his one and only heir calmed Vegeta. He took a breath as the stream died down, rose from the floor and went to the shower.

As Bulma fastened the fresh diaper onto her son, she held him and whispered. "You're lucky daddy didn't kill you for that one little guy." As she took him upstairs for the night.

After rocking him back to sleep, and placing her son in the crib. Sheturned donw the hall and listened in at Vegeta's door, trying to determine if he was still mad. She thought she was being stealthy until he said. "Woman I know your there."

"I'm sorry he did that," she replied leaning her head against the door. "It's just because he was sleeping and the air was cold, it happens sometimes." She stumbled as door was wrenched open.

"I know you couldn't have trained him to do that, you both are forgiven. But I am never removing one of those things from the cub again, understand." He said irritated as he stared down at her.

"Un-understood." She stammered as she looked up and down Vegeta, still wet from the shower, clad in his towel.

A smirk decorated his face as the sudden, must stronger; musk of her lust assaulted him. "come in." He said unable to keep the warm huskiness out of his tone.

"I-I shouldn't" She replied meekly, entranced by a drop of water slowly making its way through the small hairs on his chest.

"I think you should, we should . . . talk" He breathed into her ear as he positioned himself behind her, herding her into the room.

Dazed she sat on his bed; hand in her lap, almost prim. On the outside she may have looked the proper lady. But on the inside her thoughts were focused on that little drop, and what it must taste like.

"I don't think you fully understand what it is to be my Mate." He said to her.

The word 'mate', and the fear associated with it, quickly snapped her out of her stupor. "That's because I'm not you anything!" she retaliated.

He rolled his eyes as he shifted the towel lower down one hip, squaring off his legs, and flexing his shoulders slightly. He watched as the dazed look of lust returned to her eyes. He had played this game before, many times. After all he was the one who recruited Zarbon, who was immensely pissed when he discovered Vegeta was straight and had played him. Somehow, he thought, toying with Bulma would be much more satisfying.

"There are many benefits to being my mate, woman. If you would just admit it, we could start enjoying ourselves." He said as he casually walked by her towards his dresser running his free hand through his hair, stretching back slightly to casually stretch his abs as they passed before her eyes.

Suddenly she recognized the motion, and was enraged. He was playing her. Like hell! Since when do guys know how to flirt? Not happening Buddy! She thought in retaliation.

He pulled out the shorts and stood, letting the towel fall slowly to the floor. Certain of his victory he turned to see her drooling face. Instead he was shocked to see his bedroom door slamming behind him.

She REJECTED me! He thought furiously. thats it, no more 'Mr. Nice Prince!'


ok i know that last line was a little (alot) OCC but its still halarious