A/N: I'm sorry it took me so long to put this chapter up, but I just
needed a teeny break from this fic. My creativity for this fic just
spiraled downwards and I needed to do something new for a while (i.e Veil)-
-- You'll know what I'm talking about if you've read it. Anyway I am back,
so please bare with me hehe.
SPECIAL THANKS: I just want to dedicate this chapter to **pan0gwen**. Who has reviewed -every- chapter of this story over a period of days and I just want to say Thank You! It meant a lot that you reviewed every chapter, even if there were 46! lol. Hope you like this chapter.
To EVERYONE: All of your reviews are wonderful and I'm happy that I have gotten such a great response. (Pretty good response for my first fic, don't ya think? Over 800 reviews, wow!)
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{Vegeta-sei}
Chi Chi wanted to beat the stupid doctor down into the ground. She watched helplessly as the team of Saiya-jin medics began to clean Bulma and rush around her trying to stop her bleeding, but it was to no avail.
She went over to the nurse who was cleaning up Bulma's healthy little baby boy. Tears stung Chi Chi's eyes as the hope slipped that Bulma would survive. *I'm so sorry little boy..*
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Bulma's mother burst into the medical room at the news of what was happening. She looked around frantically, confused by what all the chaos was for. She caught sight of Chi Chi and made her way over as quickly as possible.
"Chi Chi!" She cried, "What's going on? What's happened to Bulma?!"
Chi Chi walked over to Mrs. Briefs, trying to calm her down. "There was a slight complication. Bulma's lost a tremendous amount of blood and they're not sure if she will be alright." Chi Chi's voice trembled slightly at the prospect.
Tears sprung to Mrs. Briefs' eyes, "My poor daughter! What about the baby?" She asked, suddenly remembering.
"He's fine. In fact he's perfectly healthy. He's over there," Chi Chi pointed to the far side of the room, where the nurse had finished cleaning the baby and was now bringing him over to the two women.
The nurse approached the two women wearily, she was not sure if she should hand the Prince of Saiya-jins to a pair of weak humans.
Chi Chi noticed the nurse's slight hesitation. Narrowing her eyes she sent a deathly glare to the female Saiya-jin nurse.
The Saiya-jin nurse shrugged at the glare and handed the baby to the mother of the Queen.
Mrs. Briefs gladly took the baby into her arms. She smiled sadly as she looked down at him, briefly glancing up at Chi Chi she asked a silly question. "What should we call him?"
Chi Chi frowned, "Shouldn't that be Bulma's decision?"
Mrs. Briefs shrugged, "Yes, but we have to call him something. We can't just keep calling him 'him'. He should have a name, even if it is temporary."
Chi Chi stared at Mrs. Briefs in silent amazement, "You make a very good point." She looked at the baby for a moment, "How about Goten?"
Mrs. Briefs wrinkled her nose, "It doesn't suit him. How about, Boxers?"
Chi Chi sneered slightly, "I don't think so, can you imagine 'Boxers Briefs'?" She shuddered, "We could just call him Briefs, don't you think?"
Mrs. Briefs shook her head, suddenly her eyes widened. "I've got it!" She squealed, "Trunks! It suits him perfectly!"
Chi Chi stared at the baby in Mrs. Briefs' arms. She sighed, deciding to agree with the older woman, "Whatever you think is best Mrs. Briefs. I'm sure Bulma might change her mind anyway.." She trailed off realising she had forgotten about her friend.
Both women looked guiltily at each other, each had been too immersed in the baby to realise the danger that Bulma was in.
Chi Chi looked around the room, noticing that it was now empty. She frowned as she saw Dr. Vegar enter the room again. Quickly shuffling towards him, she called out to him before he could get away. "Dr. Vegar!"
Mrs. Briefs watched, still cradling and cooing at the baby, who was showing the first signs of crying.
Dr. Vegar looked at the woman who called his name, "Yes?"
Chi Chi kept her frown in place, "Where have you taken Bulma?"
"She was taken back to her room, where she will be given blood transfusions and be supervised. Her majesty has lost an immense amount of blood."
Chi Chi didn't like the sound of that, "Who's blood will be used?"
The doctor shook his head, "We have found a compatible Saiya-jin match for the Queen, it is no longer your concern."
She narrowed her eyes at him, "Where is the former King?"
He gulped slightly, "He is with her highness, along with the Queen's father and personal guard."
Chi Chi folded her arms, "Take us to her. Is she still unconscious?"
He nodded and motioned for the women to follow him. Mrs. Briefs held the baby known as Trunks close to her. She allowed herself to be led out of the room, to be near her daughter again.
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{Earth}
He turned his head to the right and his eyes made contact with another familiar pair of blue eyes. He stared intently and closely at the bone structure of the teenage boy and his eyes came to rest on the mountain of purple hair. an image of his son's hair on Vegeta-sei flashed into his mind.
Vegeta growled at the discovery. *My son..*
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Trunks looked warily as Vegeta stared at him, he turned away quickly not wanting to get shouted at again.
Vegeta stood, not moving still staring intently at his 'son'. How could he have been so blind? He felt so much hate for the boy when he had first shown up to defeat Frieza. But now to have the knowledge that this purple- haired boy was his son in the future was, well, it was mind boggling. He felt the hate slowly melt away from him and couldn't help feel slightly aware that he had been too harsh on the boy.
The clock chimed.
Everyone's heads snapped towards the entrance of the hyperbolic time chamber. The doors slowly opened and Goku and Gohan finally emerged after what seemed a small eternity.
Everyone gaped at the father and son who had now emerged, Vegeta's eyes widened just a fraction. They could all feel immense power radiating from the Saiya-jin and demi Saiya-jin.
Krillin was the first to speak, "Wow Goku, is that really you?!"
Goku chuckled, "Sure is Krillin!" He looked around with large eyes and spoke to Dende, "Hey Dende, do you think me and Gohan could get something to eat? We're starving!"
Gohan nodded eagerly in agreement. "Uh huh."
Dende looked at them in brief astonishment, "Um, sure.. I guess," he turned to Mr. Popo, "Mr. Popo do you think you could-uh-find some food for Goku and Gohan."
Mr. Popo bowed for a while, "Certainly. Follow me," he turned starting to walk to the other side of the lookout.
Goku and Gohan followed without hesitation, food was the only thing on their minds at the moment.
Piccolo, Krillin and Trunks watched in silent awe as they followed, but stopped when Vegeta's voice rang out through the silence.
"Wait just one minute, Kakkarot!" Vegeta stated, his anger rising.
Everyone stopped dead in their tracks and turned to look at the newly crowned King of the Saiya-jins.
Goku looked at Vegeta slightly perplexed, "What is it Vegeta?" He smiled.
Vegeta growled, nostrils flaring. "I refuse to watch you bakas gobble down your food like the third-class runts you are!"
Goku narrowed his eyes slightly, but the cheerful smile still remained in place. "Well, what do you want to do?"
Vegeta clenched his fist, "I have not waited two days to be surpassed again by the likes of you. The brat and I will go into the hyperbolic time chamber." He pointed to Trunks, "You've already wasted enough of my time on this pathetic planet Kakkarot."
Goku shrugged, "It's up to you Vegeta."
Vegeta smirked, "Well, are you ready to some REAL training boy?" he said turning towards Trunks.
Trunks nodded silently.
Vegeta made his way purposefully towards the entrance of the chamber, just as he reached the door way, he called out impatiently to Trunks who was still hesitating. "Well are you coming or not brat? Don't waste my time like that imbecile Kakkarot did."
Piccolo growled slightly, "Remeber Vegeta, you only have two years to train."
Vegeta sneered, "I know that Namek. When I return, I shall once again be the most powerful in the universe!"
Krillin rolled his eyes, "Jeez Vegeta, would ya give it a rest with the power trip? We all know you're the strongest, no need to rub it in!"
Vegeta's head snapped towards Krillin's and stared at him in mute anger. "Watch what you say to me cue-ball, or I shall rip out your entrails and use them as decorations around my palace!" He took a menacing step towards Krillin.
Krillin started backing away, gulping at Vegeta's anger.
Piccolo stepped in between them and snarled, "No one is using anybody's entrails. Vegeta, time is running out. I suggest you take the boy and start training."
Vegeta crossed his arms, "Hmph, fine." He turned and walked into the door of the chamber.
Trunks swallowed and muttered to himself, "It's now, or never." Ducking in after his father, he silently prayed to Kami that the two years would pass quickly.
Everyone stood around in a circle and as the doors closed, Krillin breathed a sigh of relief, "Man, what a grouch!" He said, refering to Vegeta.
Piccolo shook his head, "You know better than to antagonize him."
Krillin shrugged, "Yeah, I just can't believe him and Bulma are together! Pretty weird if you ask me. I think he's a loose cannon!"
Piccolo contemplated this thought for a moment, "I think she keeps him grounded. If it wasn't for her, he might have already blown up the entire planet."
Gohan hesitated, not knowing if he should interrupt their conversation. His growling stomach got the better of him and he started waving his arms to catch their attention, "Um, can Dad can we eat now? I'm still pretty hungry."
Goku's stomach started growling at the mention of food. "Yeah! Come one Gohan, let's go eat!"
Mr. Popo motioned for them to follow him again, and this time they followed eagerly. Dende followed too, still amazed that Saiya-jins could get hungry so easily.
Krillin watched them go and shook his head, "I'll never understand Saiya- jins and their appetites!"
Piccolo snorted, "I guess you have to eat to have their sort of strength."
"Yeah.." An uncomfortable silence fell between the pair.
Piccolo started walking away, thinking he could get some meditating done.
Krillin sighed and went towards the area where Goku and Gohan were eating. He figured he would join them, seeing as how training wouldn't help. He knew no matter how hard he trained, he wouldn't be able to quite measure up to the strength of his friends.
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{Vegeta-sei}
Dr. Briefs stood on one side of the room and looked at his daughter's sleeping form, slightly pained. He couldn't believe that after all she had been through, it may end in a terrible way. He shook his head, not believing what was happening.
The former King stood on the other side of the room, with the same pained expression on his face as Dr. Briefs. Memories of his mate's death flashed before his eyes, causing his inner turmoil to increase. He didn't know what he would do if his daughter in law would not survive. He knew that he would be to blame.
He couldn't believe that he had been foolish enough to let this happen again, first to his mate and now to his sons' mate! He growled and wrenched his eyes away from her sleeping form and gazed out of the window, the day was now coming to a close with the two suns setting. He got the terrible feeling that she was hanging on by a thread.
Kinjal sat by Bulma, holding back a flood of tears. She had grown very close to the Saiya-jin Queen in the time she had been here. Her mind had gone blank and she couldn't seem to function. It seemed as though life was playing a cruel trick on the people whom she loved. Everyone she had loved, died.
Earlier she had informed Ota of what was happening, he was on the other side of the planet, dealing with Vegeta-sei's political affairs. After all, someone had to do it since their King was off world.
Ota was most worried for his friends life, he too had come to a blank as to what he should do to help. All reasonable thought had left him, rendering him unable to think rationally, like his sister. He remained away from the palace, as advised by King Regent, and continued to deal with the political affair.
No word of Bulma's current health was to be given to the Saiya-jin public, lest someone would choose this particular moment to endanger the Queen and assassinate her. Instead all news of her health remained within the palace grounds, and anyone found gossiping to an outsider of the palace walls would immediately be made an outcast.
The doors of the room opened and Dr. Vegar stepped in, followed by Chi Chi and Mrs. Briefs who was carrying chibi Trunks.
The three troubled people turned their heads to look at the two women who had entered. Dr. Vegar headed straigh to Bulma's side to check her statistics and pulse.
Mrs. Briefs had lost her 'chirpy' countenance when she had learned that Bulma was still in a critical state. Tears welled up in her eyes as she caught sight of her pale sleeping daughter. Hugging her grandson to her who was unusually silent, she began to rock him softly.
Vegeta's father saw the child Mrs. Briefs was holding. He held back the urge to go and inspect the boy, thus was the Saiya-jin custom. Strength comes before anything else, but thoughts of Bulma's recovery held him back. He was silently proud to say that the Saiya-jin throne had a new heir, but what use would that be if there was no Queen to mother him?
Dr. Briefs watched the Saiya-jin doctor, when a thought occurred to him. He spoke out, "Why can't you just place her in one of those healing tanks you have?" He wondered why he had not thought of this sooner. He briefly looked at his wife, with their grandson.
Dr. Vegar simply shook his head, "The rejuvenation tanks are for healing. Not restoring blood, her majesty has lost blood therefore we cannot place her in the tank until her transfusion is done."
Dr. Briefs frowned, "And just who will donate blood to her? They need to be of the same match, is it not?"
"Yes, we have looked through our files and have come up with a compatible match."
"Well, who is it?"
Dr. Vegar looked at the former King for reassurance to continue giving information.
Vegeta's father nodded for him to continue.
Dr. Vegar turned back to the Queen's father. "It is one of the elite female Saiya-jin gaurds who will donate her blood." He turned to leave.
Chi Chi silently walked towards Kinjal as an epiphany hit her. How could she not have thought of this sooner? She bent down to whisper into Kinjal's ear.
Kinjals eyes widened. She called out to the Saiya-jin doctor. "Wait!"
Everyone was startled by the outburst, aside from Chi Chi, and turned to look at Kinjal.
Kinjal blushed slightly as everyone's eyes were averted to her. "I can't believe I forgot about this!"
King Regent frowned, "What is it girl?"
"I might be able to heal her, with magick."
They all froze. Dr. Briefs looked at her in amazement, "What do you mean? How would you use magick?"
Kinjal shook her head, as if coming out of a trance. "I guess I became too emotional to remember my gifts. But then Chi Chi reminded me, I-I completely forgot that I could try to use magick to heal her."
Vegeta's father growled, "Well? Don't just sit there, try to heal her!" He knew he was being slightly mean, but come on, how stupid could one person be? To have magickal powers and forget about it was just plain ridiculous!
Kinjal barely hid back her anger, "Well I'm sorry your highness! But I was in shock too you know, you're not the only one who cares!" She growled.
Mrs. Briefs grew tired of their bickering, and they were upsetting Trunks. "Stop it you two!" She said sternly, much to the pairs' surprise. "We have to think about Bulma. Now you two stop your bickering, you're upsetting Trunks!"
This amazed everyone, for once Mrs. Briefs wasn't looking on the good side of things.
King Regent frowned, "Who is Trunks?"
Mrs. Briefs face broke into a small smile, "The baby."
Vegeta's father almost choked, "WHAT? You've named the boy Trunks? That is no proper Saiya-jin name." He twisted his face in disgust.
Mrs Briefs smiled sweetly, "Of course it's not! But it suits him don't you think?"
Dr. Briefs chuckled slightly, "I think it's wonderful dear!" He found the former Kings reaction slightly amusing.
Kinjal interrupted, "Hello? Could we discuss this later, I still need to see whether or not I can heal Bulma."
Everyone nodded mutely.
Kinjal folded her arms, "Right, I will need you all to leave apart from Chi Chi, I can't have any distractions while I do this."
They were all ushered out into the large hallway by Chi Chi.
Dr. Vegar began to protest, "Now wait just a minute! I still think you need medical supervision."
Chi Chi narrowed her eyes at the doctor as she pushed him out of the door, "Listen you overgrown hairy ape! I don't care. You will not be present if the healer does not wish it. Got it? You're trying my patience." She said through gritted teeth.
Dr. Vegar looked almost fearfully back at the black-haired lady. "Yes, well, I-" The door slammed in his face before he could get his sentence out. Dr. Vegar shook his head in silent wonder. He felt sorry for the poor fool who had mated to the angry raven haired female.
Kinjal set her face in a stony mask as Chi Chi closed the door, still feeling slightly foolish that she had forgotten that she had the power of magick on her side. She just prayed that it would work.
Chi Chi looked slightly worriedly at Kinjal, "Let's get this over with. Do you think you'll be able to do it?"
Kinjal nodded as she sat on the chair next to Bulma's bed. She looked back at Chi Chi and shrugged her shoulders slightly. Looking at Bulma's pale face she bit her lips and quietly said, "It's worth a try.."
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{Earth-hyperbolic time chamber}
It was six in the morning and Vegeta growled, exhausted, as he returned to the sleeping area of the hyperbolic time chamber. It had now been one year since he had stepped into the room, along with his future son. He decided to put aside his differences with the boy and truly train him as a Saiya- jin boy should be trained, much to Trunks' surprise and dismay.
Vegeta's training regime was anything -but- training. It was more like twenty hours of constant torture, the other four were for restless sleep.
For the past few days, Vegeta had disappeared into an unknown part of the chamber to train by himself. That was Trunks' chance to catch up on some much needed rest. He was so worn out with the constant training.
Of course Vegeta didn't quite agree.
When Vegeta stepped closer to the sleeping area, he discovered Trunks was already sleeping on the top bunk. He growled at the boy's lack of love for training and fighting, like a true Saiya-jin. Even though he was tired himself, he felt no hesitation in waking the sleeping Saiya-jin.
Vegeta levitated to the top bunk, "Get up you weakling." He growled angrily.
Trunks jumped up, "Wha-?" He looked around drearily.
"Call yourself a Saiya-jin do you?" Vegeta spat. It had been a year, but the boy still had yet to prove his worth as his son.
"Father?" Trunks asked confused.
"Don't call me that." Vegeta said venomously, "You have yet to earn the right to call me that. I am disgusted that you are my son from the future. Hmph, weakling."
Trunks looked down, Vegeta had acknowledged him as his son when they first entered the chamber, but now he wasn't too sure if he wanted to be known as the fierce warrior's son. "I was just resting," he said quietly.
Vegeta narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Enough resting. What are you, a weakling like these pathetic earthlings or a Saiya-jin warrior? Now stop giving me your simpleton excuses and get up. You still have a long way to go if you want to be as strong as me." He said smugly. "How else are you going to defend your time from those tin cans?"
Trunks scrambled out of the bed and began to get himself ready for another day of intense training. Grumbling to himself he rushed towards one of the two bathrooms that were present in the chamber. He couldn't blame Vegeta for griping at him, he did have a point. He needed to get stronger if he was ever to defeat the monsters from his time.
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Vegeta levitated back to the ground and went towards the second bathroom for a much needed shower. In one year his training clothes had been torn to shreds, but he didn't give a damn. What mattered to him the most was getting stronger. Stronger than Cell and Goku combined, and he would be sure to do this.
He slammed the door shut behind him and began to strip off his tattered clothing. Stepping into the shower, he twisted the knobs for the water and closed his eyes as the water began to spray out with tremendous force. Each drop of water felt as though it were piercing and searing through his tired form.
This was the one time that Vegeta got to reflect on everything happening, something which he rarely got to do. He still couldn't believe that it had been a year since he had last been on his planet, since he had last seen Bulma.
He growled at the thought of his mate He was not happy that she was still on his mind, she was there constantly as a reminder of why he was helping a bunch of worthless idiots. If he had his own way, he would have just let Cell destroy the entire planet, but because of -her- it could not be so or she would never forgive him. This was what he despised about emotions, they caused you to behave soft. He hated every aspect of sincerity and emotion.
Still, he had one more year in which he could train and become stronger. And one more year of not seeing Bulma or his newly born son. He growled again, *That woman is going to be the death of me one of these days...* Of course it would only be two days in the outside world, but that didn't matter when you were stuck in a white room with only one other being for company, it took its toll on you. Thankfully being in Frieza's army had trained him impeccably to be the ultimate warrior.
His thoughts began to drift to Bulma again. *Dammit. These stupid emotions are really pissing me off now!* He couldn't believe that he actually missed her voice, albeit even when she whined. He smirked as her fiery blue eyes crossed his mind. She was very amusing when she was angry, and a little scary at times. He now understood why Kakkarot cringed at the very mention of his mates. In truth Bulma was a saint compared to Kakkarot's harpy of a mate.
The connection between himself and Bulma had all but disappeared. A whole year without communticating was bound to do this to you. He turned his head towards his back and smirked at the plate sized scar of Vegeta-sei's symbol, which had been burned into his neck. The scar had healed, but it was even more prominent than before. The scar on his thigh, where Bulma had carved her name was also there. It was much deeper now that the cut had healed. There bond was a strong one, yet he had no clue of how she was in the outside world. Their bond was not strong enough to cross into different dimensions. He wouldn't see her for another entire year...
Vegeta's face fell into a frown, at least one thing he didn't have to put up with was her constant name calling. If it wasn't 'Veggie' then it was something ridiculous like 'troll' or 'monkey man'. On many occasions he had let it slip, but a man could only take so much name calling. If she wasn't his mate, he was sure he would have blasted her to the next dimension for giving him such crude names.
Never in a million years had he thought he would end up with a mate and son. Let alone his entire planet being revived, along with his father. Because of this he felt a strange inner peace with himself, knowing that he had his kingdom, a Queen by his side and an heir to the throne.
He could truly say that was content, for the time being that is. At the end of this fiasco with Cell, he vowed to make his empire greater and conquer more planets. He would finally become ruler of the universe and have an empire at his feet. This ambition never left Vegeta and it made itself pronounced every single day. He just didn't know how Bulma would take it..
A knock on the door and muffled voice brought him out of his thoughts. Growling for being disturbed, he stepped out of the shower and flared his ki thus drying himself off. He saw his tattered training gi and frowned. A King should not wear such peasant clothing. He looked around the room for any indication of attire, his eyes soon landed on a cupboard hidden away in the corner of the room. Stepping to it, he looked in side and found sufficient clothing. He had always known that there was clothing in the chamber, he just refused to wear the pathetic clothes that is until now.
Stepping into the armour, he quickly mad his way out of the bathroom and out into the white space of nothingness to train with his 'son'.
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Vegeta and Trunks clashed together, blocking each other's moves and each taking offense.
Vegeta landed a punch squarley on Trunks' jaw. Trunks flew backwards with a grunt, landing on his back. He flinched, not being able to get up. Vegeta was onto him in seconds, ready to strike again, when the look on Trunks' face stopped him. He turned his head towards the large clock and noticed that they had been training non-stop for twelve hours.
Vegeta snorted and pushed Trunks back. He began making his way towards the oasis in the middle of the blank chamber.
Trunks forced himself to stand up. He stood up looking at Vegeta's back, confused as to why he had stopped training.
Just then, Vegeta had phased and was already back in Trunks' face, ready to punch when Trunks' swiftly blocked the fist coming towards his face.
Vegeta smirked as Trunks blocked his punch, "Good. You're learning, always stay on your guard and never trust the enemy."
Trunks let go of Vegeta's fist, "Was that some sort of test?"
Before he could answer, Vegeta swiftly delt a blow to Trunks' gut. Trunks doubled up in pain. "NEVER let your guard down, brat."
Trunks fell to his knees, clutching his stomach and groaning in pain.
Vegeta stood up and dusted himself off. "Take a break. You look like you're going to keel over and die like the weakling you are." He smirked and began walking to the area where the food was stored.
Trunks watched silently as his father walked away, he quickly got to his feet and hastily quickened up his pace until he reached his father.
Vegeta glanced briefly as Trunks silently walked beside him. He noticed the tension "What is it brat?"
Trunks shrugged as they approached the living quarters of the chamber. Both went straight to the storage room where the food was held. Upon seeing the tempting food, both father and son were too immersed in eating to remember anything else.
Five minutes later, both were finished eating, their Saiya-jin habits causing them to eat faster than before.
After they had finished eating, Trunks kept looking at Vegeta much to his annoyance.
Vegeta scowled, "I will say this only once. What is it." He demanded.
Trunks sat back on the chair looking at the empty dishes on the table. He knew what he wanted to ask, he just didn't know his father would take that sort of question.
Vegeta growled and stood up, about to head towards the sleeping area when Trunks' voice stopped him dead in his tracks.
"How did you ever get mom to fall in love with you?" Trunks asked softly.
Vegeta's narrowed his eyes slightly but sat back down opposite Trunks, "What do you mean by that, boy?"
Trunks looked up at the angry eyes of his father and shrugged, "Just what I said. I mean, you're just plain cruel. My mom is a saint, how could someone as nice as her fall for someone so evil like you?"
"Watch your tongue, boy." Vegeta said in a deathly quiet tone. He then realised that this boy was not really his son, but the son of his future self. And that he also had a different mother, Bulma's future self. He couldn't stop himself from asking, "How is she?"
Trunks was shocked by this question, to say the least, "She's tired Otousan.."
"What do you mean by tired?" He didn't make a comment at Trunks about being called Otousan.
Trunks sighed and looked his father straight in the eye. "My time is completely different from this one's. Here, for some strange reason, Vegeta-sei has been revived and you're a King! But in my time, none of this happened. You were still very much on Earth. In my time you know that you died fighting the androids right?"
Vegeta nodded silently.
"Well," Trunks continued, "When you died in battle, a part of mom died too. She thinks I haven't noticed, but I've noticed it all too well." He said bitterly. "She's only alive because of me, if I wasn't there with her then I know she would have given up a long time ago."
Vegeta raised his eyebrow, this was not the same strong minded woman he had mated. It sounded like a completely different person.
"That's why she's tired. She growing old and the androids being there aren't helping. She misses you so much, even though she said that you two had a 'passion thing' going on."
Vegeta snorted at this, he knew that was not true in this time. It was more than a 'passion thing'.
Apparently Trunks had completely forgotten about his previous question. He was too busy thinking about the welfare of his mother. He looked steely into Vegeta's eyes. "I -have- to get stronger so that I can defeat the androids, and avenge your death for Mom, Otousan. It's the only thing that will truly make her happy.."
Vegeta was surprised by this and stood up, he began strolling back out to the emptiness, "Well you won't get stronger sitting on your carcass all day, boy. Get over here and stop your blubbering and fight."
Trunks smiled softly at this. He knew it was a silent acceptance on Vegeta's behalf that they were truly related. He wasn't even chided for calling Vegeta 'Otousan'. Getting to his feet, slightly stiffly but happily, he made his way over to his father to begin training again. Somehow, he knew that this next year wouldn't be as bad as the last.
That day a true bond had formed between the 'father' and 'son'. All because they had one thing in common, and that was a certain blue-haired female.
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{Vegeta-sei}
Kinjal had been in the same position for an entire hour, with her hands placed over Bulma's stomach and a green light emanating from her fingers.
She sat absolutely still as she watched Kinjal concentrate in greater force to heal Bulma.
The green light from Kinjal's hands were starting to fade slightly, she felt dizzy from using so much power. She found herself falling back, off of the chair.
Chi Chi looked worriedly at Kinjal and was by her side in an instant as she fell. "Are you ok?" She cried, helping the exhausted Kinjal to her feet.
Kinjal smiled wearily, "I don't think I can heal her.." She said dejectedly.
A groan from the bed caused the two females' heads to snap in that direction. Kinjal blinked away the residual weariness, her eyes widened as she realised that Bulma was rousing from her sleep.
Chi Chi broke into a smile, they both went eagerly towards Bulma's side. "Bulma!" Chi Chi cried, as she went to the bedside.
Bulma blinked a few times and sat up slowly, trying to find her bearings. "Who are you and who is Bulma? Where am I?" She asked fearfully, tears brimming in her eyes.
Chi Chi looked at Kinjal in horror, "What have you done!?"
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A/N: BWAHAHA, sorry I had to do that!!!!!!! LOL, has Bulma really lost her memory? Find out in the next chapter!! And how about Veggie and Trunks? That was sweet 'awww'.
Please review and let me know what you thought of that chapter, thanks!
::JluvsVeggie is getting her groove on and shaking her 'thang' in the corner of the room. She is being watched in mild horror by Vegeta::
JluvsVeggie: C'mon Veg! Shake yo' bad ass booty!!
Vegeta: ~butts JluvsVeggie out of the way and does an impression of Johnny Bravo~ UH, EVERYBODY DO THE MONKEY, UH HUH!!
::JluvsVeggie watches in brief awe at Vegeta's monkey dance. Until she decides to join in herself::
~Audience sweatdrops anime style~
Stay tuned!!
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To EVERYONE: All of your reviews are wonderful and I'm happy that I have gotten such a great response. (Pretty good response for my first fic, don't ya think? Over 800 reviews, wow!)
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{Vegeta-sei}
Chi Chi wanted to beat the stupid doctor down into the ground. She watched helplessly as the team of Saiya-jin medics began to clean Bulma and rush around her trying to stop her bleeding, but it was to no avail.
She went over to the nurse who was cleaning up Bulma's healthy little baby boy. Tears stung Chi Chi's eyes as the hope slipped that Bulma would survive. *I'm so sorry little boy..*
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Bulma's mother burst into the medical room at the news of what was happening. She looked around frantically, confused by what all the chaos was for. She caught sight of Chi Chi and made her way over as quickly as possible.
"Chi Chi!" She cried, "What's going on? What's happened to Bulma?!"
Chi Chi walked over to Mrs. Briefs, trying to calm her down. "There was a slight complication. Bulma's lost a tremendous amount of blood and they're not sure if she will be alright." Chi Chi's voice trembled slightly at the prospect.
Tears sprung to Mrs. Briefs' eyes, "My poor daughter! What about the baby?" She asked, suddenly remembering.
"He's fine. In fact he's perfectly healthy. He's over there," Chi Chi pointed to the far side of the room, where the nurse had finished cleaning the baby and was now bringing him over to the two women.
The nurse approached the two women wearily, she was not sure if she should hand the Prince of Saiya-jins to a pair of weak humans.
Chi Chi noticed the nurse's slight hesitation. Narrowing her eyes she sent a deathly glare to the female Saiya-jin nurse.
The Saiya-jin nurse shrugged at the glare and handed the baby to the mother of the Queen.
Mrs. Briefs gladly took the baby into her arms. She smiled sadly as she looked down at him, briefly glancing up at Chi Chi she asked a silly question. "What should we call him?"
Chi Chi frowned, "Shouldn't that be Bulma's decision?"
Mrs. Briefs shrugged, "Yes, but we have to call him something. We can't just keep calling him 'him'. He should have a name, even if it is temporary."
Chi Chi stared at Mrs. Briefs in silent amazement, "You make a very good point." She looked at the baby for a moment, "How about Goten?"
Mrs. Briefs wrinkled her nose, "It doesn't suit him. How about, Boxers?"
Chi Chi sneered slightly, "I don't think so, can you imagine 'Boxers Briefs'?" She shuddered, "We could just call him Briefs, don't you think?"
Mrs. Briefs shook her head, suddenly her eyes widened. "I've got it!" She squealed, "Trunks! It suits him perfectly!"
Chi Chi stared at the baby in Mrs. Briefs' arms. She sighed, deciding to agree with the older woman, "Whatever you think is best Mrs. Briefs. I'm sure Bulma might change her mind anyway.." She trailed off realising she had forgotten about her friend.
Both women looked guiltily at each other, each had been too immersed in the baby to realise the danger that Bulma was in.
Chi Chi looked around the room, noticing that it was now empty. She frowned as she saw Dr. Vegar enter the room again. Quickly shuffling towards him, she called out to him before he could get away. "Dr. Vegar!"
Mrs. Briefs watched, still cradling and cooing at the baby, who was showing the first signs of crying.
Dr. Vegar looked at the woman who called his name, "Yes?"
Chi Chi kept her frown in place, "Where have you taken Bulma?"
"She was taken back to her room, where she will be given blood transfusions and be supervised. Her majesty has lost an immense amount of blood."
Chi Chi didn't like the sound of that, "Who's blood will be used?"
The doctor shook his head, "We have found a compatible Saiya-jin match for the Queen, it is no longer your concern."
She narrowed her eyes at him, "Where is the former King?"
He gulped slightly, "He is with her highness, along with the Queen's father and personal guard."
Chi Chi folded her arms, "Take us to her. Is she still unconscious?"
He nodded and motioned for the women to follow him. Mrs. Briefs held the baby known as Trunks close to her. She allowed herself to be led out of the room, to be near her daughter again.
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{Earth}
He turned his head to the right and his eyes made contact with another familiar pair of blue eyes. He stared intently and closely at the bone structure of the teenage boy and his eyes came to rest on the mountain of purple hair. an image of his son's hair on Vegeta-sei flashed into his mind.
Vegeta growled at the discovery. *My son..*
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Trunks looked warily as Vegeta stared at him, he turned away quickly not wanting to get shouted at again.
Vegeta stood, not moving still staring intently at his 'son'. How could he have been so blind? He felt so much hate for the boy when he had first shown up to defeat Frieza. But now to have the knowledge that this purple- haired boy was his son in the future was, well, it was mind boggling. He felt the hate slowly melt away from him and couldn't help feel slightly aware that he had been too harsh on the boy.
The clock chimed.
Everyone's heads snapped towards the entrance of the hyperbolic time chamber. The doors slowly opened and Goku and Gohan finally emerged after what seemed a small eternity.
Everyone gaped at the father and son who had now emerged, Vegeta's eyes widened just a fraction. They could all feel immense power radiating from the Saiya-jin and demi Saiya-jin.
Krillin was the first to speak, "Wow Goku, is that really you?!"
Goku chuckled, "Sure is Krillin!" He looked around with large eyes and spoke to Dende, "Hey Dende, do you think me and Gohan could get something to eat? We're starving!"
Gohan nodded eagerly in agreement. "Uh huh."
Dende looked at them in brief astonishment, "Um, sure.. I guess," he turned to Mr. Popo, "Mr. Popo do you think you could-uh-find some food for Goku and Gohan."
Mr. Popo bowed for a while, "Certainly. Follow me," he turned starting to walk to the other side of the lookout.
Goku and Gohan followed without hesitation, food was the only thing on their minds at the moment.
Piccolo, Krillin and Trunks watched in silent awe as they followed, but stopped when Vegeta's voice rang out through the silence.
"Wait just one minute, Kakkarot!" Vegeta stated, his anger rising.
Everyone stopped dead in their tracks and turned to look at the newly crowned King of the Saiya-jins.
Goku looked at Vegeta slightly perplexed, "What is it Vegeta?" He smiled.
Vegeta growled, nostrils flaring. "I refuse to watch you bakas gobble down your food like the third-class runts you are!"
Goku narrowed his eyes slightly, but the cheerful smile still remained in place. "Well, what do you want to do?"
Vegeta clenched his fist, "I have not waited two days to be surpassed again by the likes of you. The brat and I will go into the hyperbolic time chamber." He pointed to Trunks, "You've already wasted enough of my time on this pathetic planet Kakkarot."
Goku shrugged, "It's up to you Vegeta."
Vegeta smirked, "Well, are you ready to some REAL training boy?" he said turning towards Trunks.
Trunks nodded silently.
Vegeta made his way purposefully towards the entrance of the chamber, just as he reached the door way, he called out impatiently to Trunks who was still hesitating. "Well are you coming or not brat? Don't waste my time like that imbecile Kakkarot did."
Piccolo growled slightly, "Remeber Vegeta, you only have two years to train."
Vegeta sneered, "I know that Namek. When I return, I shall once again be the most powerful in the universe!"
Krillin rolled his eyes, "Jeez Vegeta, would ya give it a rest with the power trip? We all know you're the strongest, no need to rub it in!"
Vegeta's head snapped towards Krillin's and stared at him in mute anger. "Watch what you say to me cue-ball, or I shall rip out your entrails and use them as decorations around my palace!" He took a menacing step towards Krillin.
Krillin started backing away, gulping at Vegeta's anger.
Piccolo stepped in between them and snarled, "No one is using anybody's entrails. Vegeta, time is running out. I suggest you take the boy and start training."
Vegeta crossed his arms, "Hmph, fine." He turned and walked into the door of the chamber.
Trunks swallowed and muttered to himself, "It's now, or never." Ducking in after his father, he silently prayed to Kami that the two years would pass quickly.
Everyone stood around in a circle and as the doors closed, Krillin breathed a sigh of relief, "Man, what a grouch!" He said, refering to Vegeta.
Piccolo shook his head, "You know better than to antagonize him."
Krillin shrugged, "Yeah, I just can't believe him and Bulma are together! Pretty weird if you ask me. I think he's a loose cannon!"
Piccolo contemplated this thought for a moment, "I think she keeps him grounded. If it wasn't for her, he might have already blown up the entire planet."
Gohan hesitated, not knowing if he should interrupt their conversation. His growling stomach got the better of him and he started waving his arms to catch their attention, "Um, can Dad can we eat now? I'm still pretty hungry."
Goku's stomach started growling at the mention of food. "Yeah! Come one Gohan, let's go eat!"
Mr. Popo motioned for them to follow him again, and this time they followed eagerly. Dende followed too, still amazed that Saiya-jins could get hungry so easily.
Krillin watched them go and shook his head, "I'll never understand Saiya- jins and their appetites!"
Piccolo snorted, "I guess you have to eat to have their sort of strength."
"Yeah.." An uncomfortable silence fell between the pair.
Piccolo started walking away, thinking he could get some meditating done.
Krillin sighed and went towards the area where Goku and Gohan were eating. He figured he would join them, seeing as how training wouldn't help. He knew no matter how hard he trained, he wouldn't be able to quite measure up to the strength of his friends.
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{Vegeta-sei}
Dr. Briefs stood on one side of the room and looked at his daughter's sleeping form, slightly pained. He couldn't believe that after all she had been through, it may end in a terrible way. He shook his head, not believing what was happening.
The former King stood on the other side of the room, with the same pained expression on his face as Dr. Briefs. Memories of his mate's death flashed before his eyes, causing his inner turmoil to increase. He didn't know what he would do if his daughter in law would not survive. He knew that he would be to blame.
He couldn't believe that he had been foolish enough to let this happen again, first to his mate and now to his sons' mate! He growled and wrenched his eyes away from her sleeping form and gazed out of the window, the day was now coming to a close with the two suns setting. He got the terrible feeling that she was hanging on by a thread.
Kinjal sat by Bulma, holding back a flood of tears. She had grown very close to the Saiya-jin Queen in the time she had been here. Her mind had gone blank and she couldn't seem to function. It seemed as though life was playing a cruel trick on the people whom she loved. Everyone she had loved, died.
Earlier she had informed Ota of what was happening, he was on the other side of the planet, dealing with Vegeta-sei's political affairs. After all, someone had to do it since their King was off world.
Ota was most worried for his friends life, he too had come to a blank as to what he should do to help. All reasonable thought had left him, rendering him unable to think rationally, like his sister. He remained away from the palace, as advised by King Regent, and continued to deal with the political affair.
No word of Bulma's current health was to be given to the Saiya-jin public, lest someone would choose this particular moment to endanger the Queen and assassinate her. Instead all news of her health remained within the palace grounds, and anyone found gossiping to an outsider of the palace walls would immediately be made an outcast.
The doors of the room opened and Dr. Vegar stepped in, followed by Chi Chi and Mrs. Briefs who was carrying chibi Trunks.
The three troubled people turned their heads to look at the two women who had entered. Dr. Vegar headed straigh to Bulma's side to check her statistics and pulse.
Mrs. Briefs had lost her 'chirpy' countenance when she had learned that Bulma was still in a critical state. Tears welled up in her eyes as she caught sight of her pale sleeping daughter. Hugging her grandson to her who was unusually silent, she began to rock him softly.
Vegeta's father saw the child Mrs. Briefs was holding. He held back the urge to go and inspect the boy, thus was the Saiya-jin custom. Strength comes before anything else, but thoughts of Bulma's recovery held him back. He was silently proud to say that the Saiya-jin throne had a new heir, but what use would that be if there was no Queen to mother him?
Dr. Briefs watched the Saiya-jin doctor, when a thought occurred to him. He spoke out, "Why can't you just place her in one of those healing tanks you have?" He wondered why he had not thought of this sooner. He briefly looked at his wife, with their grandson.
Dr. Vegar simply shook his head, "The rejuvenation tanks are for healing. Not restoring blood, her majesty has lost blood therefore we cannot place her in the tank until her transfusion is done."
Dr. Briefs frowned, "And just who will donate blood to her? They need to be of the same match, is it not?"
"Yes, we have looked through our files and have come up with a compatible match."
"Well, who is it?"
Dr. Vegar looked at the former King for reassurance to continue giving information.
Vegeta's father nodded for him to continue.
Dr. Vegar turned back to the Queen's father. "It is one of the elite female Saiya-jin gaurds who will donate her blood." He turned to leave.
Chi Chi silently walked towards Kinjal as an epiphany hit her. How could she not have thought of this sooner? She bent down to whisper into Kinjal's ear.
Kinjals eyes widened. She called out to the Saiya-jin doctor. "Wait!"
Everyone was startled by the outburst, aside from Chi Chi, and turned to look at Kinjal.
Kinjal blushed slightly as everyone's eyes were averted to her. "I can't believe I forgot about this!"
King Regent frowned, "What is it girl?"
"I might be able to heal her, with magick."
They all froze. Dr. Briefs looked at her in amazement, "What do you mean? How would you use magick?"
Kinjal shook her head, as if coming out of a trance. "I guess I became too emotional to remember my gifts. But then Chi Chi reminded me, I-I completely forgot that I could try to use magick to heal her."
Vegeta's father growled, "Well? Don't just sit there, try to heal her!" He knew he was being slightly mean, but come on, how stupid could one person be? To have magickal powers and forget about it was just plain ridiculous!
Kinjal barely hid back her anger, "Well I'm sorry your highness! But I was in shock too you know, you're not the only one who cares!" She growled.
Mrs. Briefs grew tired of their bickering, and they were upsetting Trunks. "Stop it you two!" She said sternly, much to the pairs' surprise. "We have to think about Bulma. Now you two stop your bickering, you're upsetting Trunks!"
This amazed everyone, for once Mrs. Briefs wasn't looking on the good side of things.
King Regent frowned, "Who is Trunks?"
Mrs. Briefs face broke into a small smile, "The baby."
Vegeta's father almost choked, "WHAT? You've named the boy Trunks? That is no proper Saiya-jin name." He twisted his face in disgust.
Mrs Briefs smiled sweetly, "Of course it's not! But it suits him don't you think?"
Dr. Briefs chuckled slightly, "I think it's wonderful dear!" He found the former Kings reaction slightly amusing.
Kinjal interrupted, "Hello? Could we discuss this later, I still need to see whether or not I can heal Bulma."
Everyone nodded mutely.
Kinjal folded her arms, "Right, I will need you all to leave apart from Chi Chi, I can't have any distractions while I do this."
They were all ushered out into the large hallway by Chi Chi.
Dr. Vegar began to protest, "Now wait just a minute! I still think you need medical supervision."
Chi Chi narrowed her eyes at the doctor as she pushed him out of the door, "Listen you overgrown hairy ape! I don't care. You will not be present if the healer does not wish it. Got it? You're trying my patience." She said through gritted teeth.
Dr. Vegar looked almost fearfully back at the black-haired lady. "Yes, well, I-" The door slammed in his face before he could get his sentence out. Dr. Vegar shook his head in silent wonder. He felt sorry for the poor fool who had mated to the angry raven haired female.
Kinjal set her face in a stony mask as Chi Chi closed the door, still feeling slightly foolish that she had forgotten that she had the power of magick on her side. She just prayed that it would work.
Chi Chi looked slightly worriedly at Kinjal, "Let's get this over with. Do you think you'll be able to do it?"
Kinjal nodded as she sat on the chair next to Bulma's bed. She looked back at Chi Chi and shrugged her shoulders slightly. Looking at Bulma's pale face she bit her lips and quietly said, "It's worth a try.."
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It was six in the morning and Vegeta growled, exhausted, as he returned to the sleeping area of the hyperbolic time chamber. It had now been one year since he had stepped into the room, along with his future son. He decided to put aside his differences with the boy and truly train him as a Saiya- jin boy should be trained, much to Trunks' surprise and dismay.
Vegeta's training regime was anything -but- training. It was more like twenty hours of constant torture, the other four were for restless sleep.
For the past few days, Vegeta had disappeared into an unknown part of the chamber to train by himself. That was Trunks' chance to catch up on some much needed rest. He was so worn out with the constant training.
Of course Vegeta didn't quite agree.
When Vegeta stepped closer to the sleeping area, he discovered Trunks was already sleeping on the top bunk. He growled at the boy's lack of love for training and fighting, like a true Saiya-jin. Even though he was tired himself, he felt no hesitation in waking the sleeping Saiya-jin.
Vegeta levitated to the top bunk, "Get up you weakling." He growled angrily.
Trunks jumped up, "Wha-?" He looked around drearily.
"Call yourself a Saiya-jin do you?" Vegeta spat. It had been a year, but the boy still had yet to prove his worth as his son.
"Father?" Trunks asked confused.
"Don't call me that." Vegeta said venomously, "You have yet to earn the right to call me that. I am disgusted that you are my son from the future. Hmph, weakling."
Trunks looked down, Vegeta had acknowledged him as his son when they first entered the chamber, but now he wasn't too sure if he wanted to be known as the fierce warrior's son. "I was just resting," he said quietly.
Vegeta narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Enough resting. What are you, a weakling like these pathetic earthlings or a Saiya-jin warrior? Now stop giving me your simpleton excuses and get up. You still have a long way to go if you want to be as strong as me." He said smugly. "How else are you going to defend your time from those tin cans?"
Trunks scrambled out of the bed and began to get himself ready for another day of intense training. Grumbling to himself he rushed towards one of the two bathrooms that were present in the chamber. He couldn't blame Vegeta for griping at him, he did have a point. He needed to get stronger if he was ever to defeat the monsters from his time.
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Vegeta levitated back to the ground and went towards the second bathroom for a much needed shower. In one year his training clothes had been torn to shreds, but he didn't give a damn. What mattered to him the most was getting stronger. Stronger than Cell and Goku combined, and he would be sure to do this.
He slammed the door shut behind him and began to strip off his tattered clothing. Stepping into the shower, he twisted the knobs for the water and closed his eyes as the water began to spray out with tremendous force. Each drop of water felt as though it were piercing and searing through his tired form.
This was the one time that Vegeta got to reflect on everything happening, something which he rarely got to do. He still couldn't believe that it had been a year since he had last been on his planet, since he had last seen Bulma.
He growled at the thought of his mate He was not happy that she was still on his mind, she was there constantly as a reminder of why he was helping a bunch of worthless idiots. If he had his own way, he would have just let Cell destroy the entire planet, but because of -her- it could not be so or she would never forgive him. This was what he despised about emotions, they caused you to behave soft. He hated every aspect of sincerity and emotion.
Still, he had one more year in which he could train and become stronger. And one more year of not seeing Bulma or his newly born son. He growled again, *That woman is going to be the death of me one of these days...* Of course it would only be two days in the outside world, but that didn't matter when you were stuck in a white room with only one other being for company, it took its toll on you. Thankfully being in Frieza's army had trained him impeccably to be the ultimate warrior.
His thoughts began to drift to Bulma again. *Dammit. These stupid emotions are really pissing me off now!* He couldn't believe that he actually missed her voice, albeit even when she whined. He smirked as her fiery blue eyes crossed his mind. She was very amusing when she was angry, and a little scary at times. He now understood why Kakkarot cringed at the very mention of his mates. In truth Bulma was a saint compared to Kakkarot's harpy of a mate.
The connection between himself and Bulma had all but disappeared. A whole year without communticating was bound to do this to you. He turned his head towards his back and smirked at the plate sized scar of Vegeta-sei's symbol, which had been burned into his neck. The scar had healed, but it was even more prominent than before. The scar on his thigh, where Bulma had carved her name was also there. It was much deeper now that the cut had healed. There bond was a strong one, yet he had no clue of how she was in the outside world. Their bond was not strong enough to cross into different dimensions. He wouldn't see her for another entire year...
Vegeta's face fell into a frown, at least one thing he didn't have to put up with was her constant name calling. If it wasn't 'Veggie' then it was something ridiculous like 'troll' or 'monkey man'. On many occasions he had let it slip, but a man could only take so much name calling. If she wasn't his mate, he was sure he would have blasted her to the next dimension for giving him such crude names.
Never in a million years had he thought he would end up with a mate and son. Let alone his entire planet being revived, along with his father. Because of this he felt a strange inner peace with himself, knowing that he had his kingdom, a Queen by his side and an heir to the throne.
He could truly say that was content, for the time being that is. At the end of this fiasco with Cell, he vowed to make his empire greater and conquer more planets. He would finally become ruler of the universe and have an empire at his feet. This ambition never left Vegeta and it made itself pronounced every single day. He just didn't know how Bulma would take it..
A knock on the door and muffled voice brought him out of his thoughts. Growling for being disturbed, he stepped out of the shower and flared his ki thus drying himself off. He saw his tattered training gi and frowned. A King should not wear such peasant clothing. He looked around the room for any indication of attire, his eyes soon landed on a cupboard hidden away in the corner of the room. Stepping to it, he looked in side and found sufficient clothing. He had always known that there was clothing in the chamber, he just refused to wear the pathetic clothes that is until now.
Stepping into the armour, he quickly mad his way out of the bathroom and out into the white space of nothingness to train with his 'son'.
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Vegeta and Trunks clashed together, blocking each other's moves and each taking offense.
Vegeta landed a punch squarley on Trunks' jaw. Trunks flew backwards with a grunt, landing on his back. He flinched, not being able to get up. Vegeta was onto him in seconds, ready to strike again, when the look on Trunks' face stopped him. He turned his head towards the large clock and noticed that they had been training non-stop for twelve hours.
Vegeta snorted and pushed Trunks back. He began making his way towards the oasis in the middle of the blank chamber.
Trunks forced himself to stand up. He stood up looking at Vegeta's back, confused as to why he had stopped training.
Just then, Vegeta had phased and was already back in Trunks' face, ready to punch when Trunks' swiftly blocked the fist coming towards his face.
Vegeta smirked as Trunks blocked his punch, "Good. You're learning, always stay on your guard and never trust the enemy."
Trunks let go of Vegeta's fist, "Was that some sort of test?"
Before he could answer, Vegeta swiftly delt a blow to Trunks' gut. Trunks doubled up in pain. "NEVER let your guard down, brat."
Trunks fell to his knees, clutching his stomach and groaning in pain.
Vegeta stood up and dusted himself off. "Take a break. You look like you're going to keel over and die like the weakling you are." He smirked and began walking to the area where the food was stored.
Trunks watched silently as his father walked away, he quickly got to his feet and hastily quickened up his pace until he reached his father.
Vegeta glanced briefly as Trunks silently walked beside him. He noticed the tension "What is it brat?"
Trunks shrugged as they approached the living quarters of the chamber. Both went straight to the storage room where the food was held. Upon seeing the tempting food, both father and son were too immersed in eating to remember anything else.
Five minutes later, both were finished eating, their Saiya-jin habits causing them to eat faster than before.
After they had finished eating, Trunks kept looking at Vegeta much to his annoyance.
Vegeta scowled, "I will say this only once. What is it." He demanded.
Trunks sat back on the chair looking at the empty dishes on the table. He knew what he wanted to ask, he just didn't know his father would take that sort of question.
Vegeta growled and stood up, about to head towards the sleeping area when Trunks' voice stopped him dead in his tracks.
"How did you ever get mom to fall in love with you?" Trunks asked softly.
Vegeta's narrowed his eyes slightly but sat back down opposite Trunks, "What do you mean by that, boy?"
Trunks looked up at the angry eyes of his father and shrugged, "Just what I said. I mean, you're just plain cruel. My mom is a saint, how could someone as nice as her fall for someone so evil like you?"
"Watch your tongue, boy." Vegeta said in a deathly quiet tone. He then realised that this boy was not really his son, but the son of his future self. And that he also had a different mother, Bulma's future self. He couldn't stop himself from asking, "How is she?"
Trunks was shocked by this question, to say the least, "She's tired Otousan.."
"What do you mean by tired?" He didn't make a comment at Trunks about being called Otousan.
Trunks sighed and looked his father straight in the eye. "My time is completely different from this one's. Here, for some strange reason, Vegeta-sei has been revived and you're a King! But in my time, none of this happened. You were still very much on Earth. In my time you know that you died fighting the androids right?"
Vegeta nodded silently.
"Well," Trunks continued, "When you died in battle, a part of mom died too. She thinks I haven't noticed, but I've noticed it all too well." He said bitterly. "She's only alive because of me, if I wasn't there with her then I know she would have given up a long time ago."
Vegeta raised his eyebrow, this was not the same strong minded woman he had mated. It sounded like a completely different person.
"That's why she's tired. She growing old and the androids being there aren't helping. She misses you so much, even though she said that you two had a 'passion thing' going on."
Vegeta snorted at this, he knew that was not true in this time. It was more than a 'passion thing'.
Apparently Trunks had completely forgotten about his previous question. He was too busy thinking about the welfare of his mother. He looked steely into Vegeta's eyes. "I -have- to get stronger so that I can defeat the androids, and avenge your death for Mom, Otousan. It's the only thing that will truly make her happy.."
Vegeta was surprised by this and stood up, he began strolling back out to the emptiness, "Well you won't get stronger sitting on your carcass all day, boy. Get over here and stop your blubbering and fight."
Trunks smiled softly at this. He knew it was a silent acceptance on Vegeta's behalf that they were truly related. He wasn't even chided for calling Vegeta 'Otousan'. Getting to his feet, slightly stiffly but happily, he made his way over to his father to begin training again. Somehow, he knew that this next year wouldn't be as bad as the last.
That day a true bond had formed between the 'father' and 'son'. All because they had one thing in common, and that was a certain blue-haired female.
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{Vegeta-sei}
Kinjal had been in the same position for an entire hour, with her hands placed over Bulma's stomach and a green light emanating from her fingers.
She sat absolutely still as she watched Kinjal concentrate in greater force to heal Bulma.
The green light from Kinjal's hands were starting to fade slightly, she felt dizzy from using so much power. She found herself falling back, off of the chair.
Chi Chi looked worriedly at Kinjal and was by her side in an instant as she fell. "Are you ok?" She cried, helping the exhausted Kinjal to her feet.
Kinjal smiled wearily, "I don't think I can heal her.." She said dejectedly.
A groan from the bed caused the two females' heads to snap in that direction. Kinjal blinked away the residual weariness, her eyes widened as she realised that Bulma was rousing from her sleep.
Chi Chi broke into a smile, they both went eagerly towards Bulma's side. "Bulma!" Chi Chi cried, as she went to the bedside.
Bulma blinked a few times and sat up slowly, trying to find her bearings. "Who are you and who is Bulma? Where am I?" She asked fearfully, tears brimming in her eyes.
Chi Chi looked at Kinjal in horror, "What have you done!?"
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A/N: BWAHAHA, sorry I had to do that!!!!!!! LOL, has Bulma really lost her memory? Find out in the next chapter!! And how about Veggie and Trunks? That was sweet 'awww'.
Please review and let me know what you thought of that chapter, thanks!
::JluvsVeggie is getting her groove on and shaking her 'thang' in the corner of the room. She is being watched in mild horror by Vegeta::
JluvsVeggie: C'mon Veg! Shake yo' bad ass booty!!
Vegeta: ~butts JluvsVeggie out of the way and does an impression of Johnny Bravo~ UH, EVERYBODY DO THE MONKEY, UH HUH!!
::JluvsVeggie watches in brief awe at Vegeta's monkey dance. Until she decides to join in herself::
~Audience sweatdrops anime style~
Stay tuned!!