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Vegeta sat up; his son tumbled down his chest landing on his lap. Vegeta didn't care too much about this, he knew his son was not easily broken, and if at any point he felt the child unsafe his swift movements would insure the child's rescue. Trunks just giggled at his father, it was a ride for him, and Bulma was often very protective. Vegeta didn't feel the need to coddle his son; he was a Saiyan after all. The thought that his son would turn out like Kakarot's child infuriated him. A weak, shy, desperate child was not the kind of offspring Vegeta wished to have. Deep down Vegeta knew his child could never be like that, not with Bulma as his mother. To Vegeta, Trunks' would turn out one of two ways; ambitious and powerful or powerful and lazy. The laziness would surly come from his Human DNA. Saiyan's were not lazy by nature, if anything they were too ambitious.

Vegeta just eyed his son, who had begun to crawl around on the bed before him. Vegeta had never watched a baby before, nothing like this ever came up in his past life. Yes, there had been children on Frieza's ship, but not babies. Babies were often killed upon sight to stir up trouble or just innocent bystanders of a planet's demise. Vegeta glanced at the balcony door, the sky was blue and the weather looked nice.

Vegeta stood, stretching out his stiff sleeping muscles. Reaching down he grabbed Trunks up with one large scoop of his arm. The child now rest under his father's arm, hand supporting the baby's chest. Trunks giggled and clapped his hands, as his father began to exit the room. The air was fresh, and dew still covered the ground. Without hesitation or second thought Vegeta lifted off the ground and rose above the dome-shaped house. Glancing down only ones at his son, to see his expression, Trunks was smiling, he was truly a happy baby. Vegeta nodded as he increased their height and speed.

This was Trunks's first flight, the first time he had ever seen the world for this prospective. This was an experiment to Vegeta, not only to see what his son was comfortable with, but to see what he, himself were comfortable with. Vegeta made a quick scan for Bulma's ki, and it was clear to him she was still in the shower; she often took 30 or more minutes to bath. This gave him plenty of time to try out his experiment and add another layer to it. Clutching Trunks just a bit tighter, Vegeta began to fly away from Capsule Corp. Their bodies speeding through the air, not nearly as fast as Vegeta could go but enough to feel the wind in their hair. Trunks only laughed and gurgled with excitement.

"You are a true Saiyan; flight is one of our most amazing abilities." Vegeta laughed.

Vegeta stopped mid-flight with a halting jerk. His Saiyan sense was tingling, he could feel Bulma. She had quickened her showers pace, much to Vegeta's dread. Vegeta did not feel like getting his ears ripped off by the poisonous sharp tongue of his mate. Vegeta turned, and quickened his pace back to Capsule Corp.

Bulma stepped out of the bathroom to find her bed empty and the balcony door open. A cool breeze rushed in from the open door, sending chills down her spine. As Bulma stepped outside she found Vegeta standing with his back to her, gazing out on the gardens. Trunks rested upon his father's shoulder with a grin so large.

"Well, what are you smiling about little one?" Bulma asked poking her son's cheeks. "You like being with Daddy don't you?" Bulma kissed Vegeta's cheek,he winced, as though it caused him pain.

"I am not Daddy. My name if Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans. This brat will refer to me as such." Vegeta barked. Glaring at the woman beside him. "Take your half breed would you?" Vegeta demanded thrusting Trunks at the blue haired woman.

"Hmmm….no." Bulma choked. "You're cute together. I think I'll leave him with you today, I might do some shopping." Bulma gave a wicked grin as she turned on her heel and headed back into the room. Vegeta just stood there, Trunks a full arms width away from his body, his eyes large at her actions.

"Woman! I gave you permission to shower without the brat, I did you a favor. Now, I expect you to take your child and fulfill your duties as mother!" Vegeta growled, still holding Trunks from his body.

"He likes you Vegeta, he wants to be with you. You're stuck." Bulma laughed pulling clothes from her drawers.

"Stuck, I'll show you stuck Woman. Now, take your son and let me go." Vegeta snapped placing Trunks nicely upon the bed.

At this point Bulma stood naked before her lover, her hands upon her hips and a scowl upon her face. She sauntered over to Vegeta, who was preparing to leave, poking him in the chest. "I don't think so buddy boy." Vegeta eyed her, trying desperately not to look at her delicious body, the smooth still damp flesh of her chest. "You aren't going anywhere." Bulma poked him a little harder, which hurt her more than him.

"Is that so? Try and stop me." Vegeta growled under his breathe. His eyes locked upon her blue orbs.

"That is easily enough." Bulma purred running her hand over his shoulder, finding its way to his hair. Leaning in she whispered hot breath into his ear. "Try to resist." Nibbling on his ear lob then moving down his neck.

Chills ran down Vegeta's body. His mind was finding every reason not to enjoy her touch, while his body was trying hard to show its want. Vegeta clamped his hand firmly around her jaw; forcefully pulling her face to his, he laid a deep passion kiss upon her lips. Parting his lips slightly he ran his tongue upon her lips, beckoning them to open. Bulma quickly obliged. No sooner had she opened her mouth than his tongue was playing tag with her own. Bulma pulled her body closer to his, their chest pressing up against each other, with every breath her nipples stroked his firm pecks. Bulma moaned with desire. Within seconds Vegeta had removed his hand and lips from her, backing away slightly.

"I believe I've won." He smirked as he walked passed her and pulled the door open. Before Bulma could blink he was gone. Her body shook with want.

"YOU BASTARD!" Bulma screamed throwing her shirt at the door. She looked at her bed, only to find Trunks staring her down. Blushing, Bulma turned away from her son.

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Bulma strolled down stairs, her son in her arms. Bulma wore a nice low-cut pink blouse with a contrasting green pencil skirt. Her heels stacked reasonably high. As she entered the kitchen she found Vegeta in his chair, her mother dancing around cooking large sums of food and her father sipping coffee leaning upon the counter. Bulma couldn't help but to smile at her family, the people she loved the most were once again within arm's reach. A pain entered her gut as the thought of Vegeta leaving again jumped into her mind. She was trying so hard to act as if he wouldn't leave, but she knew better. Vegeta was a man who always kept his word, especially when it came to training.

"Good morning dear." Bunny smiled looking over her shoulder at her daughter. Her normal cheerful face greeting her.

"Morning Mom." Bulma smiled walking past her mother toward her father to give him a hug. nodded to his daughter as she pulled away from their hug. Turning around, Bulma spotted Vegeta, deep into his breakfast. He paid her little to no attention at this point. "Good morning Vegeta." Bulma smiled. Vegeta just cut his eyes at her for a quick moment then returned them to his food. He couldn't understand why she had to greet him. They had just seen each other not even an hour before, human customs still seemed to allude him at times.

Pulling up the baby chair, Bulma placed Trunks beside his father; once again Vegeta paid little attention to them. Trunks cocked his head and eyed his father's breakfast. Vegeta had great peripheral vision which allowed him to keep an eye on his child without anyone noticing. The prince smirked at his sons' expression. Vegeta ate the last bite of food, swallowing as he stood. Trunks quickly raised his arms to his father, wanting to be held, or more likely to fly. Vegeta, being his aloof Saiyan self just ignored his childs actions.

"He wants you to hold him, Vegeta" Bulma barked as she glared at the man before her. "It wouldn't kill you to pay him attention."

Vegeta gave no response; he just turned and exited the kitchen. He stood on the other side of the door, taking one quick glance back in, there before his eyes was everything he'd never knew he wanted. Bulma, dressed beautifully, playing with their son. A strong growing Saiyan child, one the ancestor could be proud of. Breathing in their scent as the door closed completely.

Vegeta was a proud man, unwilling to show weakness, unwilling to show concern, unwilling to lose. He knew the risk he'd be taking by leaving them. He would spend a year away from his family, the only two living people he cared for, the only things that would cause him pain that would be and were his weakness. To this proud man leaving now would allow him to train without fear. No fear of hurting them, no fear of scaring them, no fear of being with them. Even now Vegeta felt he did not deserve Bulma's love, he didn't believe he ever would. He knew if he were to have a chance at beating those robots he had to release his kindness, caring was a weakness. He would not become like Kakarot, a sap of a man. His train-of-thought had to change, his passions had to change, he had to return to the devil he once was, if he were ever going to have the chance to prove himself an angel.

Bulma sighed, watching the door close. "Well, little one what shall we do today?" Bulma asked her son as he banged his little fists upon the table. "I could show you off to Chichi and Gohan." Bulma smiled at the thought of seeing her friends again. She had missed them desperately, yet the company she had now was far worth the seclusion. "Though…I'm not sure if I'm ready to explain you just yet." Bulma giggled poking the baby Saiyan in his cheek.

"You haven't told Goku yet?" Dr. Briefs piped up. "I'd assumed you would have told him first, maybe even before Vegeta." Dr. Briefs chuckled.

"Yeah…no. Yamcha's the only person other than you two that know about this little warrior. Besides, Goku didn't tell me about Gohan! Why would I jump up to tell him about Trunks if he didn't show me the same kindness? That idiot." Sadness took over Bulma's expression. "I'm just not sure they'd understand. I mean really…most of them hate Vegeta. Besides he didn't want me telling anyone just yet either. Not sure why though." Bulma knew full and well why Vegeta didn't want her showing their son off, it was for the same reason he didn't show his affection toward her in public, a true Saiyan never makes his weaknesses known.

"Well, I don't get it Dear. But, you were always selfish as a child." Bunny laughed, Bulma cut her eyes at her mother. "Oh my, what a look. You just don't want to share this cute little guy yet do you?" Bunny asked leaning into Trunks kissing his forehead. Bulma just shook her head; her mother was a real flake sometimes.

Bulma remained in the kitchen far longer than normal, her parents had left to tend to whatever it was that they did during the day and Trunks had fallen asleep in his high chair. She just sat there her head resting upon her folded arms on the table. Her stomach was all in knots. She wanted to spend the last few hours with Vegeta, doing family like things, but she was sure Vegeta would have none of it. She stood quickly slamming her palms into the table.

"This is ridicules. I am a beautiful, smart woman; I don't need to be dwelling on this stuff. He might not leave; he could have changed his mind." Bulma huffed to herself. Lifting Trunks from his chair she marched outside.

To her surprise the GR wasn't on but Vegeta was around. There he stood just before the ship throwing punches to the air. Earth's gravity offered little resistance to him now, what normally would have caused him to break a sweat hardly got his heart rate up. Bulma just stood there watching him. Here he was just like before, working so hard in plain sight. A calm smile crossed her face. She still enjoyed watching him move, the way his muscles flexed, the way his fist clenched, and the scowl of determination painted upon his face.

"What is it Woman?" Vegeta barked landing one last punch in the air. His eyes moved to focus fully on her.

"Nothing. Just watching you." Bulma smiled gazing desperately at his eyes.

"I have training to do today, leave me." Vegeta barked again as if she would obey him.

"No, I won't leave. I like watching you. Besides this is my yard I can do as I like." Bulma huffed placing her free hand on her hip.

"Do as you will." Vegeta snapped, returning to his training.

"So, why aren't' you in the GR?' Bulma questioned taking a few steps closer to him. Vegeta said nothing he just kept on fighting his invisible enemy. "Well… okay then, I LOVE being ignored." Bulma turned her back to him, Trunks had awakened and he fought desperately to keep his own little eyes locked on his father's movements. "Are you still leaving?" Bulma asked quietly.

"Yes." Vegeta calmly spoke; his words were flat and unemotional.

"When?" Her voice began to shake, tears welling up in her eyes. She cursed herself inwardly at her weakness. She hated herself for caring so much. She knew he'd leave, she knew he wasn't a typical man. Yet, even with all her knowledge she shook with fear. She waited a moment for his reply and when he gave none she whirled around and marched up to him. Standing inches from his body, she could feel the heat radiating from him, his sweaty scent climbing into her nose causing her body to shutter with desire.

"I asked you a question. When do you plan on leaving?" Bulma barked glaring at the Saiyan.

"Does it matter? I will leave when I feel like it. Or do you want me gone?" Vegeta hissed not stopping his movements.

"I don't want you to leave; I really want you to stay. But seeing how you are jerk I have no choice do I?" She growled at the prince. Trunks giggled at his parents.

"I warned you. I didn't have too." Vegeta grunted stopping his workout; he turned to face her head on.

"Warned? Haha! I don't call that a warning. More like a ridiculous plan. What if the GR breaks, I will not be there to fix it nor will my father. What if you blow yourself up again? No one will be there to nurse you back to health, again. You'll be alone! 100%. No food, no nothing" Bulma yelled, her voice a good octave higher.

"That is the point Woman!" Vegeta hissed at her, crossing his arms over his chest.

"The point? Oh great, thanks! I see what we mean to you. AHHH why do I even bother, you jerk face! Come on Trunks, let's leave this dumb ass to his stupid training. We'll go have some fun." Bulma turned on her heel and stormed off back inside. Vegeta took a deep breath and resumed his workout.

Vegeta had missed lunch and dinner, but he was still at Capsule Corp. He remained in that one spot all day just punching and kicking the air. Bulma had tried to occupy her time with something more important, but nothing was more important than him. The sun had gone down and Bulma was becoming restlessly tired. Yawning, she placed Trunks into his crib and just watched him for a few moments. Bulma felt a strong-arm wrap around her body, and a firm chest pressed upon her back. His hot breath sent chills down her spine as lips laid hot kisses down her exposed neck and shoulders.

"Vegeta." Bulma whispered as she turned around in his arms. Vegeta was in his armor and his expression cold. "You're leaving now huh?"

Vegeta nodded as he clenched her jaw in his hand, placing hard kisses upon her lips. Bulma's arms encircled his neck tightly.

"Come home when you want to okay?" Bulma gave a weak smile tears in her eyes. Vegeta nodded.

"I won't return until I've defeated the androids." His voice cold and dark.

"I know…but if you change your mind…Trunks and I will be waiting." Bulma pulled her body closer to his as their lips met one last time.

Pulling away Vegeta whispered to her, so faint she wasn't sure if she had heard him at all. "My only weakness is the two of you." As his last word crossed his lips he was gone, only the faint smell of sweat and musk filled the air. Bulma did no collapse upon the floor, she did not weep hysterically, only a small tear ran down her cheek and a soft smile formed on her lips.

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