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A small boy with light lavender hair trailed after the taller man, his black, flame-like hair making him seem taller. "Hey Dad, when did you know Mom was the One?" The boy asked, scrambling over rocks to keep up with his father. Chuckling at his son, Vegeta shifted their haul higher onto his shoulder, "That's a long story, boy. But… to answer your question, I guess I was twelve when I finally accepted the fact that I wanted the Woman to Choose me."

"But why? And why do you never call Mom, 'Mom?'" Trunks pressed, hoping he wouldn't push his temperamental father too far this time. Anytime he asked these questions back home, Vegeta would bite his head off, yelling at him for asking such 'stupid questions' before taking the boy to go 'train.' Which mostly consisted of Trunks getting his non-existent tail handed to him, although he's been managing to land a few hits here recently.

Sighing as they finally reached the edge of the ruins of Region 12, the flame-haired Saiyan knew he couldn't ignore his son's questions this time, "Bulma is a true Saiyan; not in blood, but in spirit. I've been drawn to Her ever since we met on that train…" A wistful smile pulled at his lips as he recalled that day, "And while She is your Mother, the Woman was my Mate first and I refuse to call Her a common name."

The two hunters walked in silence through the ruins of the Seam. Vegeta had shown Trunks his childhood home a few years ago, what was left of it anyway. It was around that same time that he began to teach the young Prince how to hunt and survive in the wild, much to his Mate's chagrin. Sure, Trunks was learning history in school but his father wanted to make sure that the future Saiyan King knew more about his people's history then what was taught in school. So the Royal Family made a point to visit their home every year.

Bulma loved the season where the leaves changed colors and the air got a crispness to it, and always desiring to please his Mate, Vegeta would make plans to visit around this time of year. Besides, hunting is always the best at this time. Vegeta just hoped that he would not have to return to the Capital alone a few days from now.

Ever since his Mate became pregnant with Trunks basically right off the bat, both Royals knew that they wanted to keep the pregnancy and newborn as far away from the public for as long as possible. So Bulma gave birth to his son in the same bed they had made their little Princess in, cursing his head off as she cried against his chest while Dende calmly ordered her to push. Vegeta had never seen his Mate so tired, not even three nights spent in her dark hole of a lab wore her out like giving birth. Quite frankly, the only thing that had kept the weak Woman from hurting the Saiyan King during those times was him accessing his Legendary powers.

Turning into the Winner's Ward, the young half-Saiyan knew it would be ok to talk again. Nervous blue eyes glanced up at his intimidating Father's scowling face, "Hey, Dad?" "What, Trunks?" "I… I think I found my Chosen…" Vegeta stopped dead in his tracks, giving the lavender-haired boy a side-eye, growling, "You're ten years old! You have a lifetime before making such an important decision." "You know what, just forget it!" Trunks huffed, crossing his arms and stomping towards the house with light cerulean walls.

"Oh no! You do not get to talk that way to me and just walk away!" Vegeta roared, dropping the turkeys he had shot and the rabbits his son had snared, his bow and quiver ended up on the ground beside them. A surprised Trunks barely had time to turn around before his much bigger father barreled into him. Not even giving the ten-year-old a second to breathe, the flame-haired Saiyan pinned the boy to the ground.

Futilely struggling against the unmovable weight, Trunks did the one thing he had never done before; he panicked and kicked his father between the legs. Yelping in pain, Vegeta's grip loosened just enough for Trunks to wiggle out from under the enraged Saiyan. "You little…" Trunks dropped into a ready stance, fear radiating from every pour but he was a Saiyan and Saiyans don't back down, "I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't know what else to do."

Laughter bubbled up and Vegeta let it loose, crying from laughing so much as he knelt on the ground clutching his 'Bulma region.' Cocking his head sideways, the lavender-haired Prince let his guard drop a fraction, wondering, "So you're not mad?" His laughter dying down, Vegeta managed to sit back on his heels, "Oh, oh no. I am absolutely livid. But, I must admit, that was a good move."

Before he could blink, Trunks was now bent over his Father's knee with his hands and feet easily held by one of Vegeta's. Tears were in his deep blue eyes as he glanced over his shoulder into electric teal orbs, sighing as he hung his head in defeat. There was no way Trunks could escape a Super Saiyan and he knew it.

'Vegeta, what's going on? I thought we agreed to no training while on vacation.' I know you felt where your son just kicked me, Woman. He needs to pay the price for such stupidity. Vegeta could feel Bulma's sigh through the Bond, 'Could you, I don't know, maybe try just listening to him for once in his life?! Maybe this is the reason he has a hard time talking with you, have you ever thought of that?' Fine! We'll try it your way… We may be late with supper. 'No worries. Chi-Chi's here and the babies are still sleeping. Goku and Gohan are visiting Mr. Piccolo right now.'

Sighing as his hair shifted back to black, Vegeta let his son go, scowling at the shocked look on the boy's face, "Wipe that look off your face, boy. You can thank your Mother for saving your sorry hide from my Super Saiyan wrath. Now talk, what makes you think you've found your Chosen?" Excited that his father was actually willing to listen to him, Trunks started talking a mile a minute, "ShehasblackhairandblueeyesandpaleskinlikeMomand…"

"Whoa, slow down. Just because my Mate can follow you when you talk like that doesn't mean I can." Vegeta chuckled, scooting back to lean against the repaired fountain. Taking a deep breath, the half-Saiyan tried again, slower this time, "She has black hair and blue eyes and pale skin like Mom. She's kind and gentle and loves animals…" Vegeta listened to his son ramble on about this girl but there were two major pieces of information that he hadn't heard yet, "Trunks!"

The ramblings ceased as the boy stared at his father, lavender eyebrows furrowed in worry, "What?" "What's this girl's name?" Vegeta asked as he stood up, listening to the answer as he walked over to pick up his weapons and haul. "Mai Pilaf." Passing the rabbits off to their killer, Vegeta stated, "Your Mother gave me a cinnamon roll not long after we met. So tell me, why do you think this Mai is your Chosen?"

Trunks trailed after the King in silence for a minute before saying, "It was my first day back to school after Mom had Bra and I didn't have any extra snacks. The school only lets me get two trays, which is usually enough with my snacks. Mai noticed, I guess she heard my stomach or something, and got her second tray to give to me. We split the brownie, though." Opening the door to his home, Vegeta mused thoughtfully, "Then get to know her. Find out if this Mai is a warrioress worthy of being a Saiyan Queen like my Mate. When you figure that out, we'll talk about what to do next."

Nodding at his Dad, the ten-year-old quickly shifted gears when he saw his best friend's mom, "Aunt Chi-Chi! Look what I caught in my snares!" Always as graceful as a Princess, Chi-Chi took the rabbits shoved in her face to inspect them, "These look like they'll make for some good eating, Trunks." "Is Gohan here?" The boy smiled sweetly up at the raven-haired Winner. "Yes, he and Goku are over at Mr. Picco…lo's." Chi-Chi didn't even get to finish answering before Trunks was out the door.

Bulma raised an eyebrow at her flame-haired Mate, "I hope you brought home more than four rabbits." "Tch," Vegeta scoffed, holding out his turkeys, "as if I wouldn't provide for you, Woman." Gratefully taking the fowl from him, Bulma opened her mouth to thank him when a piercing cry sounded. Sighing, the blue-haired Queen pleaded with her Mate, "Can you go take care of Bra so me and Chi-Chi can get started on supper?" "If it will get her to be quiet for more than two minutes." Vegeta rolled his eyes, mumbling under his breath as he climbed the stairs, "I swear her screeching is worse than Bulma's."

When he finally reached the nursery, across the hall from their bedroom, Vegeta was glad the screaming had stopped. Only to be annoyed by the whimpering coming from his little Princess. Gently picking the infant up from her crib, the proud Saiyan King began to bounce and soothe his blue-haired daughter who looks so much like his Mate.

But nothing was stopping her whimpers, not even his attempts at singing, so he just started talking with the hope that it would calm her down, "Did you have a nightmare, Princess? I get those too. And so does Mommy. One day, you'll learn about the Dragon Games and the Revolution that ended them. And I'll tell you about the grandparents you never got to meet because of that lizard; when you're old enough. We'll explain why we get them and why you shouldn't check on us when Mommy and I yell in the middle of the night. But do you know how I survive them and make them go away for a while?"

Bright blue eyes blinked slowly up at him. Vegeta smirked, I've got her full attention… "I remember everyone that helped me along the way and everything they did for me and Mommy. I remember the people that died first, then I think about those that survived and the lives they have now. Uncle Kakarot and Aunt Chi-Chi have Gohan and Goten. Piccolo has a family. Krillin and Eighteen have a little girl named Marron. Mommy and I have you and Trunks…"

'I didn't know that you called me 'Mommy.'' Scowling at being caught, Vegeta turned and glared at his playful Mate, I'm only doing it until she can talk… How else is she supposed to learn her name for you? "She's asleep again. Good. Me and Cheech just fed them an hour ago, so they should be good 'til after supper." Bulma smiled softly at the sight of her Mate holding their sleeping child. As she turned, she whispered over her shoulder, just barely audible to his sensitive ears, "If you ever get tired of that game, I've got better ones to play."


And they lived happily ever after, to the end of their days...

Once her children were old enough, Bulma helped her father rebuild his company bigger and better then it was before his exile. The new Capsule Corp made sure that its life-saving inventions were free to the people of Ee-arth while selling ones that were not a necessity, a company has to make a profit after all.

Trunk's would eventually succeed his father as both President of Ee-arth and King of All Saiyans. He and Mai became Mates and had a son and two daughters.

Bra inherited more than just her mother's looks, taking over Capsule Corp when Bulma wished to step down and focus her other duties. The Saiyan Princess rejected every suiter except one; needless to say, she was ecstatic when Goten presented her with two turquoise bracelets.

The Saiyan King was one of Ee-arth's greatest Presidents, causing the people to reelect him time and time again. And when he stepped down after twenty-five years, the country mourned even as they voted his son into power. Vegeta loves to dote on his grandchildren but will deny it, red-faced and snarling, even as he hands them a gift.

The two Winners eventually left the Capital and returned to their home in Region 12, where they lived out the rest of their days in peace. All of their friends knew where Vegeta and Bulma had run off to and would come to visit from time to time, but would always leave with a full belly and a happy heart.


That's All Folks! Thank you so much for reading! The ending was probably the hardest to write because I really didn't want it to end but, like all good stories (whether its a book, show, movie, anime, manga, or comic), it must come to a close. Again, thank you all for reading and I'll be posting more stories as time and work allow. Tune in next time to NinjaCat263!