Wow, I cannot believe all of the amazing feedback I've gotten since posting the first chapter. You guys are all so amazing! I've been really busy for the past week (as always haha), but you guys motivate me to keep writing! I've had this story in my head and today I forced myself to sit down and type it all out with one go! I hope you enjoy it. I had to cut the chapter off at an earlier part than I was planning to, but I decided that I'd rather post it now than to prolong the update. ^^ I will try to have the next update soon!

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The next morning Trunks was awake as soon as the sun was set in the sky. He let out a primal coo, reaching for his toes to make sure that they were also awake and ready to wiggle. Having been adjusted to their daily routine, Bulma was already typing away at her computer in the other room. As soon as she heard the baby's babbles she pushed herself back from her desk and ran to grab him.

It was just like Trunks to be so eager to start his day, but to also give his mother a stern look when she made to pull him out of the crib. "Okay, okay. I forgot." Bulma replied, stepping back and crossing her arms. It was with this permission that Trunks pulled himself to a standing position using the rails of his crib. He looked over the edge, feeling somewhat intimidated by how far the fall would be if he failed.

Bulma pursed her lips, waiting for the moment she'd have to run to her baby's rescue.

Trunks held tightly to the crib rails, leaning as far out as could. This was a task he'd been trying to figure out for about a week. He was determined to master the technique of getting out of his own crib without the help of his mother. Of course, it hadn't occurred to the baby yet that this would be a difficult thing to do when he wasn't even able to stand on his own yet. The baby glanced up to make sure his mother was ready - just in case he needed her.

"Well?" The Bluehead said. "Are you going to do it or not? I'm getting hungry."

Trunks responded by giving her his most grownup glare he could muster - he didn't want her to know how intimidated he felt! Not when he was trying so hard to be strong! With that, the baby kicked his leg over the rail of the crib. At least - that's what he'd been aiming to do. Instead, Trunks flung himself forward and began to fall headfirst, his body launching over the rails like a cannon ball. It was in that moment that he thought, 'oops!' He closed his eyes, hoping that his beloved mommy would save him from the impending crash.

Bulma groaned. She had been waiting for this to happen - it'd been completely predictable. She opened her arms and jumped for the baby, catching him effortlessly. Trunks opened his eyes, safe in his mother's arms. He was feeling a bit frustrated that he had failed, once again, to let himself out of his crib all on his own. But it was hard not to smile with the knowledge that his mom was always so quick to save him.

"Come on, one of these days I'm not going to be here to catch you!" Bulma sighed. "Do we have to go through this every morning?"

The baby could understand only a few words, and he could tell from her tone that she was warning him. It was hard to believe that his mother would ever let him down, though, so he found it funny! Trunks let out a giggle and clapped a hand on her shoulder.

Bulma rolled her eyes and planted a kiss on his forehead, turning to carry him downstairs for breakfast. He wasn't even walking yet, and already Trunks was threatening to give her a heart attack with his stunts. 'Oh well,' Bulma thought. 'He is Vegeta's son, after all.' She'd gotten a good night's sleep, her baby was happy, and it seemed that Mrs. Briefs was also in a good mood as well. The house smelled extraordinarily delicious - lit with an aroma of sizzling bacon and sweet sauces, just like an American breakfast! It was hard for Bulma not to feel cheerful. She could tell that it was going to be a very good day...

... At least, that was how Bulma felt until she turned the corner into the kitchen. The first thing she saw was Vegeta sitting at the table and hungrily feasting away. The sight was enough to make her hair stand up. "What on Earth!?" She screeched.

In his typical saiyan manner, Vegeta was too preoccupied with his meal to notice her reaction. Instead Mrs. Briefs turned around from the stove and gave her daughter a bright grin. "Good morning, darlin'!" She called before turning back around to plate Bulma's food.

"No. No, no, no." Bulma said, shaking her head profusely. "What are you doing here?!"

It was then that Vegeta finally looked up from his dish. When he saw Bulma he locked eyes with her, and slowly shot her a smirk.

The bastard! How dare he?! It didn't help matters that Vegeta was always so charming when he wasn't scowling. For a moment Bulma almost felt a familiar jolt in her heart, but she easily forgot about it when she remembered how infuriated she was.

"What's wrong, honey?" Mrs. Briefs asked, setting Bulma's plate down in the space next to Vegeta.

The Bluehead furiously walked to Trunks' high chair, seating him and angrily tying his bib on. As if on cue, Mrs. Briefs was instantly at Bulma's side, setting a warm bowl of oats down on the baby's tray. A wide smile fell on Trunks' face and he eyed his bowl with a look that said "Alright! Oats!". Without hesitation, he jammed a hand into the bowl and began to sloppily eat.

"You have a lot of nerve, don't you?!" Bulma snapped, turning to face Vegeta again. She placed her hands on her hips and glared, waiting for his response. The saiyan raised a coy eyebrow, not looking even slightly offended. "What are you on about, woman?"

"Yeah, Bulma, what's goin' on?" Mrs. Briefs chimed in.

"Mo-THER! Stay out of this!" Bulma replied, to which Mrs. Briefs let out a soft "oh my!" before returning to her stove.

Vegeta pushed himself back from the table. "You've never had issue with me indulging in a meal before." He said calmly. Even his tone was irritating. That smirk - that cocky smirk - Bulma could hear it in his voice! "That was before you made an ass out of yourself!" She snapped, which resulted in a light giggle by means of Mrs. Briefs.

"GAHH!" Trunks cheered, clapping his hands with pure joy. The baby wasn't entirely sure of what was going on, but everything seemed to be escalating very quickly. And his food was delicious! It was hard not to be amused by the scene taking place in front of him as he stuffed his face - especially since the altercation didn't seem too serious. It was all in good fun!

Vegeta took note of the boy's applause. He shook his head and chuckled, waving a finger. "Tsk, tsk, Woman. Such language in front of an infant?"

"I think he's right, honey!" Mrs. Briefs replied. "Bulma, Trunks is gonna be talkin' any day now! You don't want his first word to be a profanity!"

"Mom!" Bulma groaned, whipping around to glare at her mother's backside. "You aren't helping!" She then turned back to face Vegeta again, almost feeling dizzy from all of the spinning she was doing. "Vegeta! You are one to talk about bad language!"

The saiyan stood from his chair and shrugged. "Whatever you say, woman." He turned as if to make his way for the door.

"Oh, no! Not so fast!" Bulma snapped. "Come back here and tell me why you're having breakfast in my kitchen!"

The saiyan wasn't one to take orders from anybody, but this scene was so ridiculous that he wasn't feeling anything less than entertained. Vegeta turned to respond, but before he had a chance to speak he saw as Bulma was hit with something in the back of the head. The amused glint in Vegeta's eyes deepened, having seen what had just happened. The room fell silent as Bulma, still fuming, took a hand and gently placed it to the back of her head. There was a warm goo that was slowly starting to ooze down her neck.

"O... Oatmeal?" She whispered. She felt as her right eye began to twitch, and she wondered if it were possible that it would pop out of her face. Trunks had never done something like this before! Of all times that he could have chosen to start, it was when she was trying to rip a new one in Vegeta?! Bulma, using every fiber in her core to restrain from losing her temper at her son, turned slowly to look the baby. Trunks was happily flailing both of his messy hands in the air as he ate. "Trunks..." The disgruntled mother said, her voice quivering.

"GAH!" The baby replied, clapping his hands together.

Vegeta began to stifle a chuckle, but a second later he felt something warm collide into his right eye.

"GAH!" Baby Trunks screamed again. It was now Mrs. Briefs' turn to stifle a laugh.

"What?" Vegeta breathed, pulling warm outs from his face. "What is this?"

"Oh, great! Look at you, Vegeta! You look pathetic!" The Bluehead announced. She put her hands on her hips, as if to make a point. Vegeta was in shock, staring at the mess in his hands. 'I... I was once the ruler of an ENTIRE warrior race.' Vegeta found himself thinking. 'Now... I stand here with breakfast smeared into my face...'

"Well!?" Bulma snapped. Vegeta dumbly looked up to lock eyes with the woman again. His only condolence was that she didn't appear amused at all to see him in his state of vulnerability. She just looked like Bulma, with that dangerous glower on her face... "Vegeta!" She yelled again.

"What is it?!" The saiyan bit his lip.

"Didn't you hear a word I just said?! I told you to go wash off!" The blue-haired vixen waved. Vegeta silently obeyed, turning for the living room. Bulma yelled after him. "And don't go upstairs! You only have priveleges to the shower in the ship!"

A moment later Vegeta was back in the kitchen, making his way to the back door. "I am a prince, woman..." He muttered, his voice shaking slightly. "I don't require privileges." Nevertheless, he stalked into the ship. And when he stepped into the bathroom he couldn't even bear to look at his reflection in the mirror.

"I cannot believe I have fallen victim to oatmeal," He thought coldly, grimacing as the water hit his skin.

Bulma ate ferociously after taking her own quick shower. She'd had plans today, and now she was running late! The oatmeal had acted as an imitation of concrete, and it had taken her nearly an hour to completely wash it out of her hair. The people over at the Capsule Corp Office were going to be annoyed with her. They'd probably assume that we was purposely untimely, too, as if punctuality didn't apply to her because of her family name!

"I'll be back later! Thanks for watching Trunks, Mom!" Bulma called as she ran out the door. She was already digging in her pocket for the capsule containing her car.

"Ah, none of this would have happened if that jerk hadn't been here this morning!" Bulma scowled. But why had Vegeta been eating breakfast in her home, anyway? Wasn't he the one who had announced that he had no desire to maintain contact after Cell was defeated? She was going to have to have a stern talk with him, but that would have to be saved for another time.

As for right now, she was running late!