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"What do you want!?" Vegeta yelled when the blue-haired woman's face popped up on the com screen. The prince had only answered because he was actually piloting the ship through an asteroid belt and the incessant beeping of the com system was distracting him. He had declined the call twice but she was being persistent as usual.

"Well, it's nice to see you too Vegeta," Bulma said irritated. "It's been months, and you haven't answered a single call you jerk."

"Because I came out here to be left alone!" Vegeta yelled while he tried to concentrate on avoiding the obstacles outside the ship. "The only thing that matters is my training, my ascending, you should know that woman."

"Is that so? Well, then I guess you don't care about your son?" Bulma asked and smirked wickedly when the shock hit Vegeta's face.

It quickly faded as he croaked out a hissed, "What?"

"That's right, I gave birth to our son, three weeks ago," Bulma said triumphantly now that she finally had his attention. "He's healthy and very strong. Stronger than he-"

"FUCK!" Vegeta yelled cutting her off as alarms blared through the ship. In his distraction, Vegeta had flown straight into a meteor shower at the edge of the belt. The ship had been struck several times and was now hurtling towards a dead looking planet.

"Excuse me!?" Bulma yelled back.

"I have no time for your babbling woman," he replied as he ended the call and braced himself for impact.

Bulma Had tried to be nice, at first. Then she was so mad he had hung up on her until she remembered the panic in Vegeta's eyes. He had looked like he was piloting the craft. Curiosity drove her to check on the craft through the monitoring system. Guilt flooded her when all the red flashed across the screen. The hull was damaged in multiple places, landing gear was malfunctioning and several critical systems for life support and flight control were struggling to gain minimum power levels. Oh no, had she interrupted him while he was in some space ship battle? Over the next several days she closely monitored the systems and was relieved Vegeta's life signature was still on board. over the weeks she was happy to see he was slowly fixing the hull and rerouting power to the critical systems. Her father had told her all about teaching the prince to repair the ship enough to patch it up for a return journey.

Knowing the battle with Dr. Gero's evil androids was a few short months away Bulma set to work building armor for her Saiyan prince. They hadn't spoken during her pregnancy, a few short arguments here and there but no cordial communication. every now and then when she would say something particularly hurtful it would be there in his eyes again, that softness. It was always quickly covered by hurt then glossed over with his anger. The photo in her infant son's room served to remind her how much she and their son meant to the grouchy prince. She knew he would be back and no matter what he said it would be for them, his mate and child.


Vegeta wasn't sure how long he'd been unconscious when the blaring alarm woke him. His head was splitting and there was blood on his glove when he pulled it away from his right temple. Red and yellow lights were flashing in the cabin and Vegeta fumbled around in the controls to shut off the alarm and the lights. Darkness was a good thing, quite was what he needed to think clearly. Once silence fell within the ship Vegeta rested his head back, eyes closed and waited for the sharp pain in his head to lessen.

The prince tried to remember what had happened. He'd crashed into some lifeless planet, after encountering a meteor storm in the asteroid belt he'd been navigating through. Why, why had he crashed? Bulma! There had been a call, the woman, Bulma had called him again. This time he'd answered and she'd looked tired, then she had told him here child was a male.

"I gave birth to our son." Her voice echoed in his mind.

Why would she consider him to be a part of this? It was her that has rejected him after all. And why did he feel this way, a weight was crushing his heart while pride was filling his every cell. He had a son, a boy to train and teach about what it was to be a Saiyan.

Exciting the shop Vegeta surveyed the landscape. The dark rusty brown dirt blew across the dry ground. The sky was an inky black with the stars of the universe painted across it. Planets in this solar system stuck out in vibrant contrast to the dark side beyond. The air was thin and freezing. This was indeed a dead planet.

Turning around Vegeta took in the damage to the ship. The landing gear had deployed during the crash and three of the boots were destroyed. Several panels were damaged and there was a crack in one of the windows. It could've been worse but he was stranded until he could get it all fixed. Inspecting the landing boots more thoroughly Vegeta discovered the would need to rig another way to balance the craft for takeoff if he ever intended to leave this planet.

After repairing the exterior Vegeta's patience began to wear thin. He had confused a part of the circuiting stormed off into the desert 's wastes. Tired from lack of sleep Vegeta and mental exertions repairing half the tiny wires in the ship, frustrated by the lack of training he'd done since crash landing the Saiyan fired a ki blast at a cliff to blow off some steam. Then he screamed out a roar of frustration at his perceived failings.

As his roar echoed through the canyon he'd wandered into the wall he had shot crumbled from its weakened state, burying Vegeta in the rubble. The suffocating darkness and choking dust that filled his lungs made the Saiyan panic. He couldn't die like this, alone on a dead rock halfway across the galaxy from his mate and child. If he didn't make it out of this they would surely die, the androids would destroy their home and hunt them into the ground. As his panic rose so did the images of Bulma's being murdered every way imaginable played on a loop in his mind. Tears filled his eyes as his need to survive his need to see his family survive overwhelmed him. He couldn't die here like this.

Squeezing his eyes shut Vegeta roared with every last ounce of his ki and felt the incredible wave of energy burst forth from his center. The rocks that had once buried him in his early grave were sent hurtling away as the power engulfed him. A golden halo of ki formed around his entire being. The roar bright the canyon crumbling down around the Saiyan as his hair flashed a golden platinum blonde, once, twice. As he crescendoed and gave one final push through his call the power clung to him and merged into his own. Opening talk colored eyes Vegeta gasped at the color of the ki that flowed around him, grabbing a first full of his hair he brought it down into view, it was blonde. He'd done it! Vegeta the Prince of Saiyans had finally become a Super Saiyan.


Three months later Vegeta finally had the ship ready to go. After becoming a Super Saiyan the prince had spent more time training in the harsh environment on the desperate planet. It was essential when he would lose his patience and temper with the ship's repairs. Now he was ready to get off this dead world and return to Earth.

Takeoff went smoothly from the crag where Vegeta had balanced the ship. He had been unable to repair the landing gear instead used parts to fix other damaged systems around the ship. The power was diverted from them to boost the engines to get off that terrible dead rock. Now that he was a Super Saiyan he could return to Earth and defeat those androids. He would guarantee the safety of the child and the woman and leave to find glory or in space.

Vegeta landed, touching down outside the city. Okay, he crashed into a hillside leaving a crater the size of Capsule Corp.

Stepping out into the weak another atmosphere of the planet Vegeta took a deep breath as he felt out with his ki. He could feel it before he even distinguished the other three in the dwelling. The child was indeed of his blood.

Launching into the sky Vegeta raced to the Brief residence. He had a few short hours until the androids would appear and he would see the child. At least once, he would see his son, the woman had called the boy his son.

Setting down on the balcony Vegeta entered the house quietly. They never locked that fucking door, but not many knew that anyway. Feeling with his ki he made his way down the hall to the room that sat across the hall from the one that still held his scent, though faint. He hesitated as he reached for the doorknob. It's was just a child, an infant still, why was he so fucking terrified!? Clenching his first he turned the knob and pushed open the door.

The room was illuminated by a light on the nightstand near the crib. The light cast images of stars and galaxies on the ceiling and walls in a soft glowing hue that reminded Vegeta of moonlight. Stepping inside, Vegeta noticed a chair in the corner that was saturated in the woman's scent. A high dresser on the opposite side from the nightstand on that nightstand beside the light was a picture frame. The photo in it was the perfectly captured image of Vegeta looking at Bulma and Panchy hugging them both. Everything carried the woman's scent and he allowed himself to get lost in that smell that was uniquely Bulma.

A small movement in the crib drew his attention and he stepped up to look down on the sleeping child. A soft lavender curl stuck it from under the hat on the child's head. A strong brow that crested the child's face, a brow not unlike Vegeta's and his father's. This brought a prideful smirk to Vegeta's face. Surprise was added to his expression as the child's eyes opened and Vegeta was struck by a familiar cobalt blue. Sinking to his knees Vegeta brought his face closer to the bars and peered at the child as it began crooning and squealing. The prince watched his son as the volume of three child's calls grew.

Vegeta heard footsteps and the muffled voice of Bulma down the hall. The Prince Saiyans rushed from the room and in his wake he heard the child's crooning become a cry, it squeezed his heart and he hesitated before closing the door. He could hear Bulma loud and clear, her gentle voice tired and soothing until she gasped and Vegeta knew he'd forgotten to close the door. Shutting the sliding door Vegeta hopped to the top of the house.

"I'm coming baby, I hear you, momma's coming sweet baby," Bulma called softly from her doorway down the hall.

Noticing the door was open Bulma turned on the lights and gasped at what she saw. The door had two filthy streaks the size and width of two masculine fingers drawn down it towards the dirty knob. On the floor were several footprints leading to the infant's crib. Walking into the room cautiously Bulma's heart raced when she noticed the dirty gloved handprint on the edge of the crib. Looking down she saw two teardrop shapes staining the carpet with ash, dirt and dried blood - a man had kneeled there moments ago.

"Vegeta?" Bulma scooped the crying baby up and rushed to the balcony where she looked up into the night sky, hoping to catch the golden glow of a Super Saiyan. Returning her now sleeping son to his crib, Bulma went into Vegeta's room and pulled the new full flight suit and armor out of his wardrobe. It was her best work yet and she wanted to send Vegeta into battle with the best armor she could craft. Out on the balcony again Bulma rested the armor against the railing and the folded flight on top with fresh boots and gloves.

"Vegeta!?" Bulma called out into the night. "I improved the armor for you, I'll leave it out here." Bulma turned to go back inside but stopped looking up to the roof she called out, "Your room is still there for you... You're welcome to it." Bulma went back to bed, knowing he wouldn't show himself to her. That was fine, she would be there in the morning to introduce her son to all her friends.


Notes: Well that's all folks! I'll be posting the next segment in a few weeks I'm still working on writing it all down.

Stay safe and stay healthy friends! We can get through this if we restrict our movements around our communities.