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The sun shone bright into the room, yawning Bulma rolled over to find herself face to face with her lover. To her surprise he was there still in the bed, she smiled. Bulma could hear her mother in downstairs preparing breakfast and her heart sank. Her mind jumped back to a few days before, Vegeta had promised he'd leave once her parents returned. Her mood changed quickly, from jubilant joy to dreadful fright. Yet, still he was there, in her bed. This was abnormal to say the least.

"Lay back down." A grumbling voice called to her as a hand reach up to her shoulder pulling her back down.

"But…" Bulma stopped herself, she was not going to question, or even mention his plan or her own plans. Bulma just snuggled back down in to his arms. His warm firm body resting against her own, she could feel his breathing, his heart beat, and the heat from his breath that sent chills down her body.

Bulma's eyes got heavy again, as they shut softly. He was still her lullaby, even at 8 in the morning he could coax her back to sleep, with his warmth and strength. He brought comfort to her; he brought safety to her and their child. All of her life she had been searching for this one thing, this one person. The person who would be her prince. Strong, powerful, gently, brave, honest, someone she never had to fear (even though he tried so hard to be big and bad).

A grumble came from behind her, Bulma's eyes opened as she began to giggle, and her fingers stroking the firm arms around her. Rolling over she found herself face to face with the Prince, his face unchanged from his normal scowl. She began caressing his face, feeling the odd smoothness of his skin.

"Hungry?" Bulma questioned kissing his lips.

Vegeta hissed at her touch. "I've remained in bed and all you can say is 'hungry?' Hmff." Vegeta rolled over, his back to the woman who had given him his only son.

"Thank you." Bulma whispered kissing his shoulders, the scars now etched into her own memory as well as his skin. His scars, something that she had always been fascinated by, she knew the cause of some of the. Others, Vegeta couldn't even recall where or when. He had lived a hard life up until that moment. He had know nothing but pain, yet now he seemed to quiet enjoy himself. She knew what the day would bring, yet still she tried to push it from her mind, and maybe from his. She traced warm breath kisses down his back, while rubbing her hands down his smooth firm chest. Nibbling on his ear, "roll over." She pushed him slightly indicating she wanted him on his stomach. Vegeta obliged her, rolling over he wrapped his arms around his pillow digging his face into the soft white silk. At points Vegeta had stopped questioning her or fighting her on things. Most often it was easier to just give in, much quieter to say the least.

Bulma shifted her body to straddle his butt, her hands slide around his shoulders and onto his back. Pressing firmly she began to knead the rigid flesh beneath her finger tips. Vegeta just laid there, his mouth parted slightly. He quiet, silently enjoyed the feeling of her fingers, the way they rubbed his skin the small chills they sent down his spine. However he could never show his enjoyment, only one thing he'd let her know he enjoyed, and this was not it.

"Are you hungry yet?" Bulma whispered softly into his ear. "I know of a great way to start the day." Bulma gave an evil smile as her lips curled around the lob of his ear.

"Don't be so vulgar woman. I require substance, not fornication." Vegeta growled. "Don't you have better things to do with your day?"

"Well...fine Mr. Grumpy-Pants." Bulma swung her legs off the bed, landing gracefully on the ground. She turned only to be bombarded by the screams of a hungry Saiyan child in the room next to hers. "Well there's Jr. Mr Grumpy-Pants." Bulma laughed exiting the room.

Vegeta grumbled something under his breath, something he wasn't even sure what it was. He took a deep breath as he rolled over, his eyes fixated on the ceiling above him. His mind was blank, which was a rare thing. He always had something toiling in his brain, his next fight, his next breath, his next power up, even the next time he'd be or see the woman whom he had regrettably become quite fond of. Maybe he was trying to enjoy the last bit of peace he could get, or maybe he was second guessing his plans. Either way, he wanted to stay in that bed, that smelled so sweetly of the woman with blue hair.

Bulma strolled into the bedroom, still a bit taken back by the fact Vegeta still lay there where she had left him. Normally he would have gotten up and begun to shower, train, or even head down for food. But no, she found him arms behind his head, eyes locked on the ceiling. Vegeta shifted his gaze only after he could hear his son calling to him with his giggles and gurgles.

"He's happy to see you." Bulma smiled sitting on the bed beside him. "Want to hold him?" Bulma questioned. Normally she would have forced Trunks upon his father, but now she was giving him a choice.

Vegeta only shrugged, which was as good as a 'yes' as anything from that man. Bulma smiled placing Trunks upon his father's firm abdominal. Trunks just sat there, glaring at his father, a scowl quiet reminiscent of his father. Vegeta raised an eyebrow to his son which in turn caused the purple haired baby to smile and release his scowl.

"I'm going to get a shower. You mind watching him?" Bulma asked as she leaned over placing a kiss on Vegeta's forehead.

"Make it quick, Woman." Vegeta growled.

Bulma giggled with a slight smile. His behavior was so unusual, but she liked it. Maybe he had decided to stay and change his whole demeanor. But, Bulma knew better. Vegeta rarely showed any kind of attachment or affection, and when he did it was generally a sign that he was leaving. Maybe it was a subconscious action by him to ease his own mind. Something deep within him so powerful that he didn't even question it. It wasn't like him to just give in so easily, but Vegeta had long given up questioning his actions toward the woman. He had concluded, she must have cast a spell upon him, one that he couldn't even break. In some way she had cast a spell, a spell of love that he didn't want to break. Vegeta hadn't known real love until the Blue haired woman, even then her love wasn't easy to capture or understand. Yet, he finally knew what love was. He could see it in her eyes when she looked at him, when their son was in her arms. Love was a glorious thing, a fragile thing, and he hated it.

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