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"There's my boy," cooed a gentle petite blonde as she picked up her child. The lavender haired boy smiled a toothless grin and waved his arms in the air, arching his back in her arms in contentment. The woman laughed and held him closer.
"Onna!" boomed a loud voice through the halls. She glanced up slightly towards the open door. She smirked in a sinister way and then widened her eyes in a dramatic way, leaning in closer to her son.
"Ooh, Daddy's up," she giggled. The boy began to laugh with her silver laughter as it filtered through the room. "Gotta go see what Daddy wants," she joked.
"Serenity!"
"It's Usagi, DEAR!" she yelled and laughed when she heard him curse down the stairs. She propped her son on her hip and walked out the door of the nursery.
Her light gold hair was full of silver highlights, glinting in the light of the hall as it traveled loosely down her back and ended at her swaying hips. Her sapphire blue eyes sparkled in happiness and her cheeks were faintly flushed compared to the rest of her golden skin. She wore a light blue shirt with three quarter length sleeves and had the word "Angel" embroiderred on the front of it. Her denim blue jeans flared out at her knees and had silver stars surrounding a gold crescent moon on the bottom of the left leg.
"Here Vegeta, hold him for a sec," she commanded as she dropped the squirming child in the lap of his father. He was about to yell a complaint but a look from his wife stopped him short. His attention was diverted as his son began to whimper for his attention. Vegeta smirked triumphantly as he picked his son up and held him in front of himself to look at the baby.
"I can't wait till he's old enough to spare with," he said softly. A small smile formed on his lips as he heard Usagi choke.
"I don't think so!" she commented and glared at him.
"Well, you refuse to spar with me and you're really the only good opponent here on this planet for me to get a challenge out of you!" Vegeta complained and set Trunks down in the crook of his arm as he turned to her.
"Vegeta, I won't spar with you, ok? If I do, you'll get carried away or I'll do something stupid and that's the end of one or both of us," she replied. "What would happen to Trunks if that happened?"
"I'm sure Kakarott and his mate would take him in. Or perhaps that crazy onna who built the gravity machine..." he said thoughtfully and watched the reaction of the princess out of the corner of his eye. Even Trunks seemed to go quite as his father set him down gently on the ground in a sitting position. He watched his mother as she froze while stirring the hot chocolate on the stove.
"Vegeta!" she accused and turned around. She started when she saw her husband standing right in front of her, his hands on either side of her to prevent her escape.
"Let's spar," he commanded.
"Nope."
"Outside, gravity room. Now," he continued, his black eyes glittering at her. It was the Saiyan coming out in him. The need to fight.
"I don't think so," she laughed and ducked beneath his arm. He caught her again and pulled her close, capturing her lips gently with his. He quickly, but hesitantly, pulled away from her. Her eyes were stilled closed and he smirked, letting go of her and causing her to nearly fall before catching her again.
Her blue eyes snapped open, sparkling silver in their deep depths. Her lips were slightly parted and a look of confusion was written on her face. Her arms were now around his neck.
Trunks let out a howl from the other side of the room and his parents turned to see their son on his feet and trying, akwardly, to reach them. Usagi chuckled and stepped away from Vegeta, kneeling on the ground to encourage Trunks to reach them. A look of pure determination and stubborness was bored onto his face as he stared at his mother.
"Look Vegeta, it's your face," she teased and recieved a grunt from the prince. She smiled and pictured him behind her. Arms crossed, leaning against the counter, his scowl locked onto his face. He would be watching Trunks, she knew that. He was very proud of his son and loved to brag about him, saying how strong he would be in the future.
Trunks clumsily made his way across the kitchen and into her spread arms. She felt a hand on her shoulder blade and she looked up to look into her husband's black eyes. She smiled up at him and handed him Trunks. He took the baby and set him in one arm before helping his wife up with the other.
He lazily put an arm around her shoulders and led all of them to the den, sitting down on the couch. Usagi sat down next to him and brought her feet up to sit Indian style on the couch. Vegeta just crossed one leg and put Trunks in between them, picking up the remote. He just flipped it to the news despite groaning from Usagi.
"Oh, come on, Vegeta, this is stupid!" she exclaimed.
"I just want to know what's going on, if those androids have popped up yet."
"You know, I forgot all about them," she said softly, resting her chin in one of her hands. "Thanks for reminding me."
He just grunted. She was a princess and just forgot all about their worst threat ever. The androids had not shown up yet but it was getting closer to the time of their arrival. Usagi frowned as she watched the news.
"But that guy said that they would be arriving on a certain day and time. Come on, we don't have anything to worry about," she said as she uncurled her long legs from beneath her. She stood up gracefully and went back to the kitchen. "Hey, do you want anything?" she asked.
"Food would be nice," he replied as he continued to watch the TV, Trunks on his leg and watching it just as intently. Vegeta put a hand around him and held him up when he began to teeter. Trunks crooned in response and returned to watching the set.
"Great choice," Usagi murmured from the kitchen. She turned to the den and watched the two. She smiled as Vegeta put a hand around Trunks to keep him from falling. Vegeta glanced up slightly and their eyes locked. She raised an eyebrow and smiled. He just smirked and resumed his vigilance.
But she continued watching him. He had the craziest hair but that was just one feature that made him unique. It stood straight up in the air like a flame and was jet black. His eyes were just as dark, maybe more so. He was a bit shorter than the others besides Krillen or Chao-su, but was the strongest person in the z-senshi. Maybe even more so than herself, but she wasn't sure. He was very muscular. They bulged from beneath the loose yellow shirt that she had given him when he moved in with her. She had used it as a sleep shirt.
Her eyes traveled to her son. He had the same hard set features in his face as his father and the same attitude. But he inherited more of the looks from her side. His lavender hair had come from someone on her side because if he had inherited the Saiyan hair it would be like his father's, black and unruly. But Trunks' hair was a pale lavender and was manageable. His eyes were the same color as hers and when he was in a good mood he had her temperment.
But one thing that he inherited from both her and Vegeta was his power. Even as a child of six months he had an abnormal ki level. Not stronger than any of the z-fighters, yet, but he could easily excel them in their fighting level.
'It's the Saiyan and Lunarian blood in him,' she thought and frowned slightly. He had had a tail when he was born and both her and Vegeta, especially Vegeta, had insisted the tail be removed immediately. Usagi had wanted him to grow up as normally as possible and not get used to the tail, but Vegeta had wanted it removed for a different reason. She hadn't been able to get it out of him yet.
Trunks also had intelligence.
'Vegeta,' she thought with a smile and turned to the stove to make her family's breakfast.
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All right, end of the prologue. The next chapter is going to be a flash back to how Usagi and Vegeta got together in this story. It may be kind of long but hey! We all love long chapters, don't we?
Please read and review.
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"There's my boy," cooed a gentle petite blonde as she picked up her child. The lavender haired boy smiled a toothless grin and waved his arms in the air, arching his back in her arms in contentment. The woman laughed and held him closer.
"Onna!" boomed a loud voice through the halls. She glanced up slightly towards the open door. She smirked in a sinister way and then widened her eyes in a dramatic way, leaning in closer to her son.
"Ooh, Daddy's up," she giggled. The boy began to laugh with her silver laughter as it filtered through the room. "Gotta go see what Daddy wants," she joked.
"Serenity!"
"It's Usagi, DEAR!" she yelled and laughed when she heard him curse down the stairs. She propped her son on her hip and walked out the door of the nursery.
Her light gold hair was full of silver highlights, glinting in the light of the hall as it traveled loosely down her back and ended at her swaying hips. Her sapphire blue eyes sparkled in happiness and her cheeks were faintly flushed compared to the rest of her golden skin. She wore a light blue shirt with three quarter length sleeves and had the word "Angel" embroiderred on the front of it. Her denim blue jeans flared out at her knees and had silver stars surrounding a gold crescent moon on the bottom of the left leg.
"Here Vegeta, hold him for a sec," she commanded as she dropped the squirming child in the lap of his father. He was about to yell a complaint but a look from his wife stopped him short. His attention was diverted as his son began to whimper for his attention. Vegeta smirked triumphantly as he picked his son up and held him in front of himself to look at the baby.
"I can't wait till he's old enough to spare with," he said softly. A small smile formed on his lips as he heard Usagi choke.
"I don't think so!" she commented and glared at him.
"Well, you refuse to spar with me and you're really the only good opponent here on this planet for me to get a challenge out of you!" Vegeta complained and set Trunks down in the crook of his arm as he turned to her.
"Vegeta, I won't spar with you, ok? If I do, you'll get carried away or I'll do something stupid and that's the end of one or both of us," she replied. "What would happen to Trunks if that happened?"
"I'm sure Kakarott and his mate would take him in. Or perhaps that crazy onna who built the gravity machine..." he said thoughtfully and watched the reaction of the princess out of the corner of his eye. Even Trunks seemed to go quite as his father set him down gently on the ground in a sitting position. He watched his mother as she froze while stirring the hot chocolate on the stove.
"Vegeta!" she accused and turned around. She started when she saw her husband standing right in front of her, his hands on either side of her to prevent her escape.
"Let's spar," he commanded.
"Nope."
"Outside, gravity room. Now," he continued, his black eyes glittering at her. It was the Saiyan coming out in him. The need to fight.
"I don't think so," she laughed and ducked beneath his arm. He caught her again and pulled her close, capturing her lips gently with his. He quickly, but hesitantly, pulled away from her. Her eyes were stilled closed and he smirked, letting go of her and causing her to nearly fall before catching her again.
Her blue eyes snapped open, sparkling silver in their deep depths. Her lips were slightly parted and a look of confusion was written on her face. Her arms were now around his neck.
Trunks let out a howl from the other side of the room and his parents turned to see their son on his feet and trying, akwardly, to reach them. Usagi chuckled and stepped away from Vegeta, kneeling on the ground to encourage Trunks to reach them. A look of pure determination and stubborness was bored onto his face as he stared at his mother.
"Look Vegeta, it's your face," she teased and recieved a grunt from the prince. She smiled and pictured him behind her. Arms crossed, leaning against the counter, his scowl locked onto his face. He would be watching Trunks, she knew that. He was very proud of his son and loved to brag about him, saying how strong he would be in the future.
Trunks clumsily made his way across the kitchen and into her spread arms. She felt a hand on her shoulder blade and she looked up to look into her husband's black eyes. She smiled up at him and handed him Trunks. He took the baby and set him in one arm before helping his wife up with the other.
He lazily put an arm around her shoulders and led all of them to the den, sitting down on the couch. Usagi sat down next to him and brought her feet up to sit Indian style on the couch. Vegeta just crossed one leg and put Trunks in between them, picking up the remote. He just flipped it to the news despite groaning from Usagi.
"Oh, come on, Vegeta, this is stupid!" she exclaimed.
"I just want to know what's going on, if those androids have popped up yet."
"You know, I forgot all about them," she said softly, resting her chin in one of her hands. "Thanks for reminding me."
He just grunted. She was a princess and just forgot all about their worst threat ever. The androids had not shown up yet but it was getting closer to the time of their arrival. Usagi frowned as she watched the news.
"But that guy said that they would be arriving on a certain day and time. Come on, we don't have anything to worry about," she said as she uncurled her long legs from beneath her. She stood up gracefully and went back to the kitchen. "Hey, do you want anything?" she asked.
"Food would be nice," he replied as he continued to watch the TV, Trunks on his leg and watching it just as intently. Vegeta put a hand around him and held him up when he began to teeter. Trunks crooned in response and returned to watching the set.
"Great choice," Usagi murmured from the kitchen. She turned to the den and watched the two. She smiled as Vegeta put a hand around Trunks to keep him from falling. Vegeta glanced up slightly and their eyes locked. She raised an eyebrow and smiled. He just smirked and resumed his vigilance.
But she continued watching him. He had the craziest hair but that was just one feature that made him unique. It stood straight up in the air like a flame and was jet black. His eyes were just as dark, maybe more so. He was a bit shorter than the others besides Krillen or Chao-su, but was the strongest person in the z-senshi. Maybe even more so than herself, but she wasn't sure. He was very muscular. They bulged from beneath the loose yellow shirt that she had given him when he moved in with her. She had used it as a sleep shirt.
Her eyes traveled to her son. He had the same hard set features in his face as his father and the same attitude. But he inherited more of the looks from her side. His lavender hair had come from someone on her side because if he had inherited the Saiyan hair it would be like his father's, black and unruly. But Trunks' hair was a pale lavender and was manageable. His eyes were the same color as hers and when he was in a good mood he had her temperment.
But one thing that he inherited from both her and Vegeta was his power. Even as a child of six months he had an abnormal ki level. Not stronger than any of the z-fighters, yet, but he could easily excel them in their fighting level.
'It's the Saiyan and Lunarian blood in him,' she thought and frowned slightly. He had had a tail when he was born and both her and Vegeta, especially Vegeta, had insisted the tail be removed immediately. Usagi had wanted him to grow up as normally as possible and not get used to the tail, but Vegeta had wanted it removed for a different reason. She hadn't been able to get it out of him yet.
Trunks also had intelligence.
'Vegeta,' she thought with a smile and turned to the stove to make her family's breakfast.
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All right, end of the prologue. The next chapter is going to be a flash back to how Usagi and Vegeta got together in this story. It may be kind of long but hey! We all love long chapters, don't we?
Please read and review.