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Three months later.

Bulma was awoken by a loud alarm. "Attention – destination approaching in t-minus 10 minutes," a robotic voice said. A red light was engulfing the pod, before it was quickly shut off. She was tired. She rubbed her eyes, trying to wake herself up. When she tried to sit up, she felt herself being restrained. When her vision focused below her, she could see a brown cord was wrapped around her waist. She slowly followed the trail, and saw Vegeta looking at her. He had an amused smile on his face.

She slumped against him, letting out a groan. "And I thought jet lag was bad…"

"You'll get used to it," he said.

She grimaced, as she thought of something. "I thought you've barely been off Planet Vegeta."

"I still had to go through training, for it."

She rolled her eyes, and shoved him as much as she could. "Not everyone is a warrior alien prince like you, Vegeta." She gave an over-exaggerated yawn. She could hear him chuckling, next to her.

Her head was still spinning. She barely registered Vegeta shifting her up, as he reclined on the seat of the pod. She laid her head down on his chest, as she rested on top of him. She closed her eyes, and sighed.

The meeting with King Furry and his cabinet had gone incredibly well. They were overjoyed at the prospect of working with another planet. Now that the ice had been broken, she had to meet with the other world leaders, and convince them that this was a good idea. The king had other commitments, so Vegeta went with her, instead.

"I hope you like Earth," she spoke, candidly. Her fatigue disabled her filter, for the moment.

His hand smoothed up and down her back, while the other was rested on her head. He didn't respond to her, but continued the soothing caresses. She wished they could stay like this, forever. She still thought she was crazy for thinking she could leave him.

Bulma and Vegeta stood in front of Capsule Corporation, together. Bulma held her hand out. "I'll go in. You stay here. Okay?" He had no clue why she was being so picky about where he stood, but he nodded.

She walked around the house, towards the gardens. This was always the time of day she would water the flowers. "Mom? You out here?"

"Bulma! So nice to see you, again!" Sure enough, she was watering her petunias. "You feeling famished? I can whip you up something to eat!"

"Maybe later, mom. There's someone I want you to meet, first. Can you go get dad?"

Panchy dropped the watering bucket, and clasped her hands together. "Oh, of course! I'll find him, right now!" She walked towards the back entrance of the house, whistling.

Bulma ran back in front of the house, and grabbed Vegeta by the arm. "My mom's getting my dad. Just to warn you – they can be… weird."

He gave her a bizarre look. "Noted."

"Just be casual. They'll love you." She gave him a quick kiss, before they started heading back.

Right when they got back, Bulma's parents had come out. She was telling him that Bulma wanted him to meet someone. She said she wasn't able to tell him much more, than that.

She breathed in, shifting her hand down to hold Vegeta's. "Mom, Dad: I want you to meet Vegeta."

Before Vegeta even had a chance to say anything, Panchy was in his face. He'd say she was staring at him, but her eyes were still close. "Oh, you're Vegeta! My, my, what a handsome young gentleman! You really hit the big bucks, Bulma! Who would have thought my little girl would end up with a prince?"

Bulma gently pushed her mother backwards, as Vegeta was clearly very uncomfortable. "Vegeta, this is my mom. That's my dad, back there."

Brief walked over, and stuck out his hand. "Howdy!"

Vegeta stared at his hand, not knowing what to do. He glanced at Bulma. She nudged his arm, pointing at his hand. Eventually, he grabbed his hand, and shook it.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, my boy. How long are you two planning on staying?"

"The meeting with the world leaders is in a few days," Bulma said. "We're planning on taking an extended leave, and enjoy our time, here."

"That's just wonderful! I can't wait to get to know your trendy beau!"

Vegeta gawked at Bulma's mother. Of all the things in the world, he'd never been called 'trendy', before.

Bulma interjected. "How about we all go inside, and catch up that way?"

"Of course! I'll get something started, in the oven! Sweetums, will you lend me some extra hands?"

"Sure thing, honey."

"Feel free to make yourselves comfortable, in the parlor!"

"But not too comfortable!" They laughed, as they went into the house, together.

Both Bulma and Vegeta had a light red tint covering their noses and cheeks. Bulma groaned, and put her palm in her face. She had forgotten how embarrassing her parents were.

"I can see where you get your imprudence from."

She shook her head, and shoved him. "Just shut up, and go inside."

He put his arm around her, and they walked towards the house.

THE END

WOW. What a ride. I want to thank everyone who has been reading and leaving their love throughout the entire story. I never expected this story would get as big as it did. As of writing this, this story has reached 18,000 hits - that is nuts. You all have made this past year of writing and planning absolutely worth it. I can't thank you all enough.

Well, I guess now is as good of a time as any to say this, so here you go - I do have plans for a follow-up. I don't know when it's coming out, or when I'll start working on it, but it's currently in the works. I have a side-project to this that I am currently working on. I hope to have it going up sometime next year.

Thank you, again, for everything. I sincerely hope you enjoyed the story. It's been a lot of fun, and I'm grateful for every moment.