Bardock just stared. His youngest son stood in front of him. He was a couple of years older than him, but how this was possible Bardock couldn't understand. The last time he saw his son was when he sent him off the planet. Of course he had seen his son in a vision of his but that wasn't the same.
"Hi," Goku said smiling at his father he had never seen.
"Kakarot," he said in a way of greeting.
"Please call me Goku."
Radditz wince at the expression on his father's face. He had little trouble with his brother's name change, and after the week at the Son's house he had actually gotten used to the absurd name. The saiyan shifted his weight off of one foot to the other. His father wouldn't like the name change at all. He was named after his grandfather on his mother's side while Kakarot was name for their father's father.
"Why?" Bardock demanded.
Goku smiled at his father. "That's the name I'm used to. Grandpa gave the name to me after he found me." Son Goku scratched the back of his neck. "Well, if you don't want to call me Goku, I wouldn't really mind. Vegeta always call me by my saiyan name. I got used to it."
"Goku," Glue whispered. "Could you please tell me what's going on?"
"I'll try the best I can. So, you listen up too, Dad," Goku said, looking hesitating at the proud saiyan wondering what he thought of him calling him Dad. "Well, you know about the dragonballs, right? The dragonballs can grant two wishes when all seven are gathered together. Goten and Trunks made two wishes; one to bring back several saiyans and the other, I guess, was to bring back to life mine and Vegeta's dads. I wished I would have known about that wish." A thought came to him, Why did it take a week for them to show up? He pushed the question to the back of his mind. "Every last saiyan was wished back at the time the Planet Vegeta was blown to pieces. So if my calculations are correct that makes me older than you by quite a few years. You would be around the same age as my son. Isn't that funny?" Goku laughed at this.
"I remember hearing about these dragonballs from Gohan."
Bardock frowned again. "Who is this Gohan I keep here about?"
"I'm Gohan."
Bardock quickly looked behind him. Gohan was looking curious at the him. This saiyan might be related to him. "Who are you?"
Goku put his arm around his father's shoulders. "This is my oldest son. He'd save the world a couple of times. Gohan, this is my father, Bardock, your grandfather."
Goten, who had been hiding behind a tree, stepped out and look at his grandfather. "This is my Grandpa?"
"Goten! I told you to say home!" Gohan yelled. "You're suppose to make sure Pan…" Gohan looked into the woods looking for Pan's ki. He found her ki repress as low as Pan could get it. "Pan, get your butt out here, now. When we get home, we'll going to have a little chat young lady."
Pan, chastise, came out of her hiding place. "Yes, Papa."
Goku strode over to Pan and lift her up into his arms. "Dad, this is my granddaughter, Pan, and this is my youngest son and part of the reason why you're here, Goten."
"Are you really my Great Grandpa?"
Bardock watched the little girl. He wasn't old enough to be a great grandfather to her or anyone else. Hell, if he wasn't even old enough to have grandchildren! I could be Kakarot's son, he thought still in a little shock. He turn his eyes to his youngest grandson. Goten had the same hair as him. Bardock's second cousin, Taurs, also had the same hair as him. How could this have happened to him?
"Wow! I thought my wish didn't come true," exclaimed Goten. "Especially when me and Trunks didn't find you and King Vejita with the other saiyans."
Goku looked sternly at his look-a-like son. "You didn't mention this wish," he said softly.
Goten looked down. "Well, I didn't really forgot to mention this wish. I just told you that we brought back to life a couple saiyans. They're saiyans, aren't they? So I did mention it in a way. You're not mad, are you?"
Goku sighed. "No, Goten, I'm not. But you have to tell your mother about him."
Goten looked terrified. "Please, Dad! Anything but that! I'll gave you…" Goten closed his eyes before stating, "Half of my food for dinner."
Goku looked undecided. He looked at his son for help. Gohan shook his head. "Sorry, son, but I guess it's up to you. Plus ChiChi will kill me about this one. I was the one to let you go for the week."
Bardock looked at his son. "Is this ChiChi woman your mate?" Goku nodded. "Are you afraid of her?"
"I'm not really afraid of her but she has this frying pan and she can hit you really hard with it. Once, when we first got married, ChiChi didn't cook me dinner." Goku smiled at the memory. "Let me tell you this, she promised to never do that again. I was so hungry I started to eat the house!"
"I'll just leave. I've got to get back to the lab to record the data I discovered today," Glue told the gathering family.
Gohan blinked in surprise. "Glue! I didn't know you were here." Gohan took in the sight of his old high school classmate.
"Yeah, well, it's okay. In high school, I wasn't noticed that much either."
Gohan paled, afraid he said the wrong thing. "It isn't like that. It's just that with my grandfather arriving, I didn't have a chance to look around to see who else was here."
Glue smiled. "It's okay. I'm used to it. Tell Videl I said hi."
"I will. Bye Glue!"
"See ya."
* * * * *
Trunks was walking around CC looking for somebody to play a joke on. Where is everybody? Trunks spied his grandpa petting his black kitten. He quickly ducked into a room, hiding from Dr. Briefs.
"You're such a good kitty, aren't you? And a smart one, too!" Dr. Briefs looked around, checking to be sure no one was around. "I don't care what my daughter says. You've been a kitten for years. It just because you are a very healthy kitten and your age hasn't caught up with you. It's your fiftieth-ninth birthday today, kitty. Do you know what that means?" The kitten meowed. "Yes, your right! Kitten Cake for you!"
Trunks stared at his grandfather's retreating back. "My Gramps is crazy!" He watched the kitten meowed as it spied him. "Now that Gramps mention it, that kitty is too old to even be a cat! Hmm, maybe he made something to keep that kitty a kitten." Trunks hurried to the section of Capsule Corporation were the labs were housed. He couldn't search his grandfather's lab; other scientists were working on another project. Bulma's public lab was the same which didn't surprise him in the least. The purple hair saiyan quickly made his way to his mother's private lab. He searched the lab and found nothing to credit his theory about Dr. Briefs' ever-present black kitten. He was about to leave when he spotted a box labeled, OLD. He dug into the box. The young prince didn't find anything interesting until he hit the bottom of the box. Trunks picked it up in his hands and looked at it. "It's just an old watch. What's it doing in here?" he wondered. Trunks didn't pondered this question long before he decided to wear the old watch. The boy noticed a button on the side of the watch. Being a curious young saiyan, he pushed it. Immediately the room spun. Trunks held his arms to the sides to help balance himself. "Where am I?" The boy's blue eyes widen. "Oh, no! I've shrunk myself!" He quickly pushed the button again. Seconds later Trunks was the same size as he was before. He grin mischievous. This was too good to pass up!
* * * * *
Bulma's eyes fluttered open then closed again. "It must have been a dream," she told herself. "It had too." She opened her eyes and screamed. There was three Vegetas and a Bra standing above her.
"Stop making that annoying noise," Vegeta shouted.
Bulma closed her mouth, killing her scream. She remembered that a younger version of her husband; her husband, himself; and King Vejita, who looked remarkably like Vegeta. "Bra, why did you have to bring him to us now? Couldn't you have waited until me and your father got home to meet King Vejita?"
Bra hugged her mother. "Mommy! I'm so happy I didn't kill you! You're not mad at me, are you?" A tear leaked out of her eye, landing on Bulma's arm.
"Of course I'm not mad at you, sweetheart. Why don't you take your new grandpa and Little Veggie to the other room while I get dressed?"
"Okay! Come on you guys! This way. I bet there's food in here."
"Don't eat any of it! That's my lunch!" growled Vegeta.
Bra looked at her daddy innocently. "Don't worry Daddy. We're save you some."
"Yeah, a crumb!" shouted Little Vegita as he ran to the food.
"Boy, if you take one bite, I'll be forced to make you pay."
"You've got nothing on me."
Vegeta smirked at his younger self. "That's what you believe. I'll lock you in your room at night so you can't go to my--"
Bulma's hand clamped over his mouth. "I'm warning you, Vegeta, if you say one thing about him visiting Bra's room, I'll--no, you'll be sleeping somewhere else for the week, like the couch!"
"That threat doesn't work anymore, woman."
"Fine! One week on the couch and no GR since I still have to fix it."
He smirked again. "You're not the only one that can fix."
Bulma glared at him, knowing he's right. She knew she shouldn't have told two of her most trustworthy employees how to fix the GR for the time she went on a business trip for two months. She should have let the bastard suffered if he broke the GR in that two months. "I'll send you on a father-son camping trip for the weekend!"
"What?"
"You heard me, mister. I'm going to send you on a father-son bonding camping trip."
Vegeta stormed out of the room, not knowing if he won and she lost or if she won and he lost. The three saiyans in the kitchen already was down to less than half of Vegeta's lunch being finished off. He growled at them. Looking around, Vegeta noticed his famous pink shirt--the same pink shirt Bulma gave him the first time staying at CC--and picked it up. After reaching into one of it's pockets, he hastily threw open a capsule frig he kept stocked where ever he went. King Vejita stared at it oddly. He had never seen anything like it. What was it? He soon found the answer. It was a food storage container.
Bulma walked into the room, fully dressed. She looked around. Saiyans will always be saiyans and hungry! Vegeta and Little Veggie was shoving food down their throats, Bra was coloring--how she found the materials to draw with, Bulma never knew--and King Vejita was studying her. She decided to walked up to him. She held out her hand. "Hi, we haven't been properly introduced yet. My name's Bulma." Vejita stared down at her hand. She quickly put it down when she knew he wouldn't take it. "Sorry about not inviting you to our wedding or asked you to baby-sit the kids but you were, uh, a little dead," she said as delicately as she could.
Both Vegeta and Vegita looked up to watch their father with Bulma. Bra stared to draw faster.
"Well, I'm sure you would like to meet Trunks."
"Why would I want to meet 'Trunks'?"
"He's my son, that's why."
"He sure isn't my grandson," responded the king.
Bulma gasped. Vegeta choked on the chicken he just put into his mouth while Little Vegita quickly dropped his lunch to watch Bulma in action against his father, wondering who would win. Bulma, quick as lighting, slapped her father-in-law as hard as she could. "How dare you! You…you…bastard! I'm not like that! I've never slept with any else except Vegeta!"
"And your son's father."
"Well, duh! Trunks' father is Vegeta, you uncivilized monkey!" Bulma noticed a branch of bananas sitting on the table. She grabbed them and threw them at King Vejita. "Here's something I'm sure you recognized since monkeys eats bananas!" The saiyan let the food drop to the floor.
"Did you just call me a monkey?" King Vejita icily asked.
"Isn't what you are, a dirty, uncivilized monkey?"
"You'll pay for that insult. No one calls saiyans monkeys and live to tell about it."
"I just did!" Bulma stuck her tongue out at him. "Besides, you insulted me first! Calling me a hussy, slut, whore, and Dende knows what else you're thinking about me. I thought you would known better than that. Trunks is my son, Vegeta's son, and he's your GRANDSON!" shouted Bulma. "I won't let anything like that just slip past me."
"Trunks can't be my grandson for doesn't carry the Crown Prince's name."
"What? Just because he's name isn't Vegeta doesn't mean he's not your grandson, monkey king!"
"Are you saying that Trunks is my son's second son? And if you are saying that than you lie, woman. Saiyans can only have two children."
Bulma glared at the saiyan. "Vegeta told me that already! Trunks is my first born." She reached out to choke the king, knowing she couldn't really harm the saiyan, but squeezed as hard as she could anyway. "Do you think Vegeta would claim Trunks as his son if he knew he wasn't his? It's not like no one couldn't tell, Trunks is, after all, saiyan."
"He could be that saiyan, Kakarot's son."
"Goku's? ChiChi would have killed me if I made a pass at her husband! Trust me, everyone for sure knew that Trunks was Vegeta's by the time Trunks was one and a half. He was too much like Vegeta. If he was Goku's, he would have probably have played with Yamcha instead of tripping him then laughing his little head off when the poor man fell over."
Vegeta smirked as he called up the memory.
Vegeta had just heard that Yamcha was coming for a visit. He didn't trust the man with his wife at any given time. He stood in the doorway watching Bulma finish changing Trunks' diapers. The brat stood up and walked slowly to his pile of toys which Vegeta thought he didn't need. He turned to look at the opposite doorway as he felt Yamcha's ki coming. Trunks also looked up. He quickly crawled over to a chair to hide behind. Vegeta glanced down and noticed his son peeking under the chair.
"Yamcha! Why don't you sit down and watch over Trunks while I throw this away," Bulma said pointing to the dirty diaper she still held.
Yamcha laughed. "Sure, Bulma! I thought that smell was you at first!"
The baseball player moved farther into the room to let Bulma pass. Bulma called over her shoulder, "And Vegeta, behave!"
But Vegeta didn't hear her. He was wondering what his son was up to. He had noticed a glint in his eye. He didn't have long to wait. Yamcha looked around, looking for the before mentioned baby. As he was walking past the chair Trunks was hiding behind, the purple hair baby stuck out his little leg and tripped the poor man. Trunks started laughing as did his father as Yamcha landed on his face.
"Trunks!" yelled Bulma. She had forgotten to take away the other items she used to change her son and couldn't warn Yamcha in time to save him. "Shame on you! I blame Vegeta for this!"
Yamcha slowly got to his feet, careful to stay away from the child. "He does have Vegeta's blood in him!" he said, laughing.
Bulma smiled. "He sure does!"
Bulma suddenly remembered a way to confirmed her son was also her husband's. "Vegeta, you tell him!"
Vegeta was snapped out of his memory as his father and mate both looked at him. "What do you want?"
"Vegeta! Tell this…this monkey that Trunks is your son!" Bulma yelled at him.
A/N: Sorry it took a while to get this chapter out longer. It was harder than I thought to keep writing the Sons. I got the ideal of Bulma throwing bananas at Vejita when I was playing Mario Cart 64 or whatever it's name was (my brother had a ghost and stole my many bananas!). I was going to have Bulma throw them at our favorite saiyan Prince (Vegeta, her husband, if anyone is confused about who I'm talking about) but some how King Vejita wound up with them! ^_^
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Random Author Thinking: Haven't you ever noticed that every saiyan--that we know of--had no more than two children? I noticed it, so I decided to make that a saiyan thing. Hey, it could be true! Bardock only had Goku and Raddy, Goku had Gohan and Goten, Vegeta had Trunks and Bra, and well Gohan had a daughter and King Vejita had only a son for sure.
