Hey there! It's me again! Sorry for missing the update time, but with Christmas, I've been more than a bit busy... Especially with two kids...one being the baby, the other being my husband. :) Not to mention the fact that my in-laws are here, and I'm going to kill my mother-in-law if she criticizes one more thing I do, but *sigh* that's another story completely. They're out tonight, so here I sit, writing my lovely little story for all you lovely little people.. hehe...Ok, I won't babble on any longer...ON WITH THE FIC!!!

Disclaimer: I'll make you a deal, you give me DBZ, I'll give you my mother-in-law...Not buyin it, eh? Hows about I just GIVE her to ya? No strings attached... I don't blame ya, I don't like her either... :)

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Last time, on The Vow:

Vegeta flew around aimlessly for what seemed like an eternity, his thoughts becoming more and more jumbled by the minute. The woman actually admitted that he was the brat's father? He thought for a moment that she had perhaps lost too much blood, and wasn't thinking straight, but quickly pushed the thought aside, in hopes that she did it because she wanted to. He wasn't quite sure why, but there was a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach telling him that it NEEDED to be because she wanted to, and nothing else, but like everything else, he pushed it aside as well, before turning around, and heading back in the direction of the hospital, a look of sheer determination playing on his handsome (read: GORGEOUS) features....

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He stood in the doorway of the hospital room, his eyes fixed upon the blue haired woman that slept in the small bed, a slight smile playing on the edges of her mouth. She looked normal enough, but Vegeta knew otherwise. This woman was feisty, mean, aggressive, and annoying as hell.. and those were all qualities that Vegeta found himself missing, especially now that she had apparently moved on with her life. He kicked himself again, a bit harder this time, before letting out a small sigh and walking to sit in the armchair by her bed. It was surprisingly comfortable, and he decided to rest his eyes a bit before waking her, after all, she had just given birth, and even Vegeta was ready to admit that that was a rather astonishing feat.

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He awoke sometime later, and cursed himself for falling asleep. *Maybe she'll still be asleep* He told himself, all hopes being dashed as he looked to the bed next to him, where she sat, holding a lavender haired baby in her arms.

"Well, well, well, look who finally decided to join us." Bulma remarked to him rather snidely. "Trunks, meet Vegeta, Vegeta, meet Trunks." She introduced the two, and an awkward silence fell upon the room, and it's inhabitants. "So, um, do you wanna hold him? He doesn't bite or anything." She asked him calmly, and prepared herself for the lecture that was sure to follow.

"Well, it's not like you're leaving me much of a choice." He told her, before taking the baby into his arms. "Besides, you were doing it all wrong." He told her, enjoying the heated look that crossed her features.

"Why you little..." Bulma's reply was cut off rather abruptly by a knock at her door, and the gasp of a man when he saw the room's occupants acting like...a family.

"Bulma? What in Kami's name is going on in here? And why is Vegeta holding Trunks?" Yamcha asked, earning him a cold look from the Saiyan Prince.

"Huh? Well, Vegeta is his father after all, I think he has a right to hold him. What's with the over protectiveness all of the sudden? Come in and sit down for a few. Make yourself comfortable." Bulma gestured for him to sit, and patted the bed next to her.

"No thanks, I think you've got enough company right now without any interruptions from me. I just came by to drop off some food, I know how horrible hospital food can be. I'll come back later, once your guest is gone." Yamcha told her before dropping the bag of food onto the small table next to the bed, and walking swiftly from the room.

"Um...ok." Was the only reply Bulma was able to choke out before he was gone with a loud slam of the door.

"Well now, it seems that your little human is worried about something, for the life of me, I can't guess what that might be." Vegeta told her, before walking to the crib and placing a now-sleeping Trunks inside.

"He's worried that you're going to hurt his family again Vegeta. Believe it or not, there are some people in this world who actually care about what others feel. Some people even love others, as hard as that might be for you to believe." She told him, her eyes reduced to angered slits.

"There you go again, you talk about caring for other people, yet you couldn't even wait for me to come back to tell me that you had chosen that boy over me! Me, a Prince, and you chose that little human! And then you have the nerve to jump all over me for not being here? What can he give you that I can't?" Vegeta screamed back at her, for the moment oblivious to the screaming baby next to him.

"Love, Vegeta... Nothing else in the world. If I thought you could give me that, do you think I would be marrying him? If you do, then you're an even bigger fool than I thought. Now, please, go, you've upset Trunks enough, and I have to call Yamcha, and see what I can do to make it up to him." Bulma told him. trying her best to hold in her tears. It was to no avail though, a single tear rolled down her pale cheek, and dropped to the ground, while Vegeta looked on, astonished.

"I...fine, I'll leave, but rest assured woman, I will be back for what's mine." Vegeta told her, before exiting the room, leaving Bulma to cry.

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She called the nursery shortly after that, and they came a few moments later to pick Trunks up, leaving Bulma to get some much needed sleep. She drifted somewhere between the realms of reality and sleep for quite awhile, yet even in her dreams, the Saiyan Prince tormented her.

She finally gave up sleeping, and decided to call Yamcha and see if she could patch things up with him. The phone rang several times before a sleepy Yamcha answered, his voice brightening significantly when he heard hers.

"Hey babe! I was just taking a little nap. Do you want me to come up there and keep you company? Or is...anyone else there?" He asked her, carefully avoiding saying Vegeta's name.

"No, he's gone, Yamcha. And to tell you the truth, I'm glad he's gone. I don't even know why he showed up in the first place. I think he just likes to torment me. It would be nice to see you though, Trunks is in the nursery right now, so when you come in, would you do me a favor, and stop by and get him, please?" She asked him, before each said a quick goodbye, and hung up the phone.

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Goku hovered in the air, clutching his side, a goofy grin plastered on his face. "Man, Vegeta, you're really getting good. I'm gonna have to start watching my back, especially now that you're a Super Saiyan." He told the shorter man, before lowering his ki a bit, and allowing himself to fall to the earth below. He laid back on the cool grass, and he was just getting comfortable, when he heard the soft thud of Vegeta's boots as he touched down next to him. "So, have you talked to Bulma lately? I was just getting ready to call her when you showed up."

"I saw her earlier, both her and the brat seem to be fine, but I think the woman lost too much blood, she's still insisting that her puny little man can give her something that I can't. I don't think I'll ever be able to understand her, at least not without investing too much time and effort into it." He told him, before staring off into space yet again.

"Well, what did she say that Yamcha could give her? I mean, if you actually care what happens to her, then you should at least try to figure it out, don't you think?" Goku asked him, before turning his head to examine a blade of grass that had become stuck to his sweat-soaked gi.

"Once again Kakarot, you've managed to make an ass of yourself, the one thing the blasted wench wants from me, I can't give her, I'm not capable of it, it was beaten out of me at too young an age for me to ever get it back again." He replied solemnly, before standing and brushing himself off. "And to tell you honestly, if it means turning into a complete imbecile, then I would rather that she did get on with her life, at least then she wouldn't be tormenting me all the time." He cast one more look toward Goku, before taking to the air, leaving the younger Saiyan to stare as his ki trail, puzzled.

"Now, I wonder what he meant by that? I know! I'll just go visit Bulma, she'll know!" He exclaimed, before taking to the sky himself.

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He landed on her balcony a short time later, pausing only briefly before entering. He walked through the French doors, and into her room, where her scent was prominent, and he inhaled deeply, before noticing that hers wasn't the only scent present. He growled lightly, before whirling around to face her bed, and inhaled again, before recognizing the scent as the human's, and whirled around to face the bathroom, where the sounds of a running shower could be heard, faintly, from within the walls. He momentarily considered killing the human, but decided against it when her voice came floating back to his ears.

~* Vegeta, please, don't...it's my fault, please don't kill him." She pleaded.

Vegeta raised off of the bed, and walked over to the balcony doors. He looked back once at the blue haired woman lying on the bed, and spoke to her, his voice like ice. "Woman, you have my word, I won't KILL your precious warrior, but, by the time I'm done with him, he'll wish I had" *~

He shook his head slightly, before frowning at himself. *So what if I made that little bitch a promise? I'm under no obligation to her, or that bastard son of hers.* He raised his hand to fire a blast into the bathroom, and suddenly stopped. He shook his head again to clear his thoughts, before lowering his hand and exiting the room. "Damn her..." He said aloud, before taking to the sky, his ki leaving a bright gold trail behind him.

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There, I got it out! Took me a lil bit, but I did it! YAY! Ok, I'm seeing the next chap in a couple days, and dagnabbit, I mean it this time! I just gotta get rid of these crazy in-laws first! Sorry bout the length, guys. But, if you ever wanted to read this, then I had to cut it off there... Till next time! Love ya!