Authors Note: Well, I finally started the second part to this weirdo fic... Hmm....my life ain't *so* messed up now..thank the gods. Anyway, in the part I will try to have some humor, however weak...Heh.
This part is dedicated to Ruka, one of my dearest friends who stands by my side no matter what.
Brady

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Bulma studied Vegita for a moment before prying her son off his fathers nose. "You're a jerk, Vegita."
The saiya-jin scowled and rubbed his bright red nose and looked confused. "The boy's strength is admirable for such a young kid."
"His name is Trunks. You may be allowed to live with calling me 'Woman' but I will NOT let my son grow up with his father calling him 'Boy'. Got it?!" Bulma exploded, eyes flashing fire, hands on her hips.
Trunks nodded in agreement. "I Trunks!" He said, voice bubbly and somehow chibi.
Vegita glared at Bulma and didn't even glance at the small boy. "Woman, I will call anyone what I feel fit, damnit."
"Fuck you!" She screamed, shoving him in the chest with one hand. "Gods, Vegita, you are such a bastard!"
"No, that's the kid." Yamcha muttered, glaring at the TV screen.
Within a glance worth of time, Vegita was at the couch and lifting Yamcha into the air by his orange collar. "Don't you dare say a word about the boy, human. I will *gladly* kill you."
Trunks clapped and looked happy. "Papa strong! Papa strong!"
Yamcha just looked scared. "P-p-put me down, Vegita!"
"Not until you get this." Vegita growled, shaking the human roughly. "Don't you EVER say ANYTHING like that about that boy EVER again! Do. You. Get. That. HUMAN?!"
Yamcha was shaking visibly and nodded. "I-I-I get it."
"Good."
The saiya-jin lowered the quivering man back onto the floor.
Bulma felt touched somehow. Vegita actually cared about Trunks... In someway, that seemed to make up for his cold exterior. Just the fact that he cared for his son was enough for Bulma to feel elated.
Even if he didn't seem to care about her...

**Flashback**
"Woma, you are such a bitch." Vegita snapped, tearing off the bandages on his chest. "I dont need your help."
Bulma felt as if he were wrenching her heart out himself, but scowled instead of bawling. "You don't get it, Vegita! Wounds need *time* to heal, and to *heal* they need to be wrapped!"
He sneered. "I'm not a pathctic human, like yourself. I don't need help from-"
"A 'pathetic human' saved your life, Vegita! If it weren't for *me* dragging you out of that damned rubble, you'd still be there, but DEAD!"
He scowled at her for a moment, then it faded a bit. "Fine."
She blinked. She could hardly believe he was agreeing with her! "What?!"
"Where's the rest of the blasted bandage tape, Woman?" He snarled. "I'll put it on if I can find the damned tape."
"It's right here." She picked up the tape and was about to hand it to him when Bulma drew back.
"Give me the damned tape!" Vegita snapped, reaching for it.
"You can't reach around your back with those wounds." She said softly. "I'll do it. Besides, how trained are you in medicane?"
He sighed and sat on her couch. "Very well."
She knelt next to him and started to wrap the the soft white cloths around his chest and abdomen. His muscles clenched as her fingers brushed against his skin and she furrowed her brows. "Does it hurt here?" She asked, pressing her fingers against his side stomach muscle.
"No." His voice sounded slightly rough.
"Here?" She pressed against his lower chest, where a bandage was partially covering his flesh.
"Damnit, woman, stop that!" He grabbed her wrist and squeezed.
"Ow! That hurts!" She cried, trying to pull his hand off. "Let go, Vegita!"
To her surprise, he did let her go. By now she was halfway lying on his lap, his face bent to glare right into her eyes.
"God, I just thought you were hurt." She muttered, trying not to let her face flush red.
He crossed his arms over his chets and scowled. "I said it didn't hurt."
"Sorry."
**End Flashback**

He turned to glare at her. "What are you looking so dreamy about, Woman?"
"BULMA." She hissed, placing her son on the carpteted floor.
"Whatever."
Goku glanced at a clock. "Shouldn't we be heading to the island now?"
Vegita scowled. "Yes. We should leave."
Bulma shook her finger at Vegita. "I don't want my son growing up without his father! You live or I'll go to the other dimension and kick your ass, bucko!"
"Gods, shut up, Woman." He muttered.
"Have this fight before, Vegita?" ChiChi asked snidly.
Bulma looked to her friend. "You wouldn't *believe*, ChiChi!"
**Flashback**
"I'm pregnant." She said, voice flat and hollow.
"WHAT?!" He roared and she flinched, immeditly scolding herself for doing so. *Don't show weakness...*
"I'm going to have a baby and it's yours." She yelled back, replacing her sadness of his reaction of her news to anger. "Don't you dare bellow at me about it, Vegita! I want you alive after the andriods come, do you get that?! You may not care about me in the least but, by the Gods, this child WILL HAVE HIS FATHER!"
**End Flashback**
ChiChi shook her head. "Poor Bulma..."
Vegita scowled and walked out the door. "Blasted women..."
Trunks ran after his father, chubby legs moving quickly. "Papa." he said loudly. Just once.
Vegita stopped by the edge of the water and turned. "What, boy?"
"Why Papa hate Mommy?" He asked, eyes wide and innocent.
Vegita furrowed his eyebrows and his answer was short. "She's human."
Bulma smacked Vegita in the back of the head. "Big fucking deal, Veggie-Head!"
He snarled. "Don't hit me, Woman!"
**FlashBack**
"Don't hit me, Woman!"
Bulma gazed at him for a moment, then leaned over and kissed Vegita squarly on the lips. His eyes shot open, but he didn't pull away. In fact, he kissed back. His tongue grazed her lips and pried them open, letting his tongue explore her mouth. Bulma moaned, and snaked her arms around his waist.
He ripped his mouth away, looking hungrily into her eyes. "Don't...hit...me..."
**End FlashBack**

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Okay, Okay, I know this fic is TOTALLY dumb, and does NOT go according to the time/plot line of DBZ, but didn't I warn you? I had this 'world' in sixth grade before I knew what 'anime' meant... .