A/N: Wow, almost 1000 reviews, I feel honored. Thank you to all who
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To jessica01320: LOL. You're review was so heart warming! I love people like you and so, yes I will do a skit for you at the end of this chapter. Hope you like it! Thanks for the review!
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Goku stepped over to Trunks' body with the bag of senzu beans in his hand. He forced one into the tightly shut mouth of the boy. He could tell that Trunks was dying, the fading ki was enough to determine that.
Trunks somehow managed swallowed the bean in its entirety.
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Vegeta's breathing became uneven as the smoke cleared. All that was left was a green smudge on the stone ring. Everything around him began to spin. The power had been too much for him to harness. It had erupted all in one go, and his body could not handle the tremendous amount of strength he had acquired.
Vegeta fell to his knees, darkness beginning to surround him.
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Vegeta groaned as he finally came to. The last thing that he could remember was finishing off Cell in an enormous blast. Had it been enough? Squinting as the bright light shone harshly into his retina, he grunted as a familiar silhouette entered the ray of light, easing his pain. How had he-?
A soft and amicable voice encompassed his sensitive ears.
"Vegeta, are you all right?"
Vegeta blinked several times, regaining most of his composure at the same time. He did not wish to be seen as weak in front of his mate, he looked up into her cerulean eyes, almost weakly, he felt disgusted with himself.
His outburst of energy had caused him to blow a biological fuse in his body. He was lucky to be alive, his emotions had caused him to react foolishly. That reminded him, was Trunks dead?
"Onna," he winced as he sat up in the plush comfortable bed, fit for a King.
Bulma sat by his side on a large chair. She leaned in close, fussing over him as if he was a child.
Vegeta growled slightly as she mothered him. "Where is the boy?"
Bulma hesitated slightly, "You mean Trunks? Well, he's asleep in the nursery."
Vegeta took a moment to look at his mate. He had never seen her looking so beautiful as she did in that moment, dressed in traditional royal Saiya-jin clothing. He hadn't laid eyes upon her in two years, he couldn't believe how little change there was in her features.
He remembered that he had been inside of the hyperbolic time chamber, and so it had only been a mere two days since -she- had seen him. Her skin looked smoother than ever, motherhood had been kind to her for she looked as fresh as she did before she was pregnant.
Bulma frowned, "Are you ok Vegeta?"
Vegeta snapped himself out of his reverie. "Yes. I did not mean the brat."
Bulma smiled slightly, she sighed. She had missed Vegeta so much, him and his personality were so different to the others. That was what she had loved about him.
"He's with Otousan in the throne room," she watched Vegeta's facial features relax slightly. "He's fine, he's leaving with Goku and Chi Chi soon. Will you be there to say goodbye?" she added softly.
He snorted, "What for?" Vegeta pretended to act indifferently.
Bulma stared into his onyx eyes for what seemed like an eternity. "You could have been really hurt.."
"Nothing can hurt me," he snapped back.
Bulma sighed irritably, "Stop acting like a child and being so annoying Vegeta, oh and don't call our son a brat!"
"Well then what should I call him," he smirked slightly as he saw his mate's face turn red slightly.
"You can call him Trunks." She huffed.
His eyes widened, "No Saiya-jin Prince is going to be name after underwear!"
"What's wrong with it?! I'm named after-!"
He swiftly cut her off, "Exactly my point! He shall have a Royal name, fitting for a Prince."
Bulma growled softly, "Kami help me Vegeta, but I don't care how hurt you are, I will hurt you!!"
"I shall repeat this once again, nothing can hurt me, onna. Especially not a weak earthling female like you."
She shrieked and lunged for him as he lay on the bed. "You ASS, I'll show you who's weak!"
He smirked.
This was what he had been waiting for, to see her angry, it always got his blood riling just like in battle.
Vegeta couldn't take it anymore.
Seeing her in that angry state and looking so beautiful, he had to be near her. It had been two years since he had close contact with his mate, he was going to make for every day he spent in that damned chamber.
Of course, to her it had only been two days, but that didn't mean he should stop all of his fun. He raised his eyebrow and swiftly pulled her beneath him, something mischievous glinting in his eyes, suddenly feeling rejuvenated and ready for action.
"Do not call me an 'ass' woman," he breathed into her ear.
Bulma gasped at the sudden movement and contact. Why did it feel like an eternity since she was in Vegeta's arms? She smiled with equal playfulness when she realized his intentions and whispered back.
"Or what? ASS." She purposely added the last word.
He smirked, for the first time in a long while he felt content.
Was it just her, or could she feel there bond being renewed and strengthened with every second they were in each other's presence? Just as his lips were about to claim her own, a knock on the door interrupted their sparse and precious moment.
Vegeta growled at the interruption. He wanted whoever was behind the door to the next dimension. He glared at the door.
Bulma held back a giggle as she saw the murderous look on Vegeta's face, she gently her palm to his cheek bringing him to face her once again. She kissed the tip of his nose, "We'll have plenty of time later, Veggie."
Vegeta groaned, "Woman, I have not been with you in two years! I cannot wait until later." He sounded like a whining five year old.
A chuckle escaped from her throat, "What happened to the all mighty resilient King of Vegeta-sei?"
He scowled, "You try being without me for two years," he grumbled, of course he only meant in the purely sexual way. Yes, that's what it was. It wasn't because he missed her shrill voice and obnoxious presence, he reasoned with himself.
Bulma softly brushed her lips across his, teasing his already vulnerable state, before wriggling out of his grasp and heading towards the door. "Coming!" She called out, winking back at Vegeta's sour face.
Before she opened the door, he had managed to drag his stiff body off of the bed, which for some reason was still calling to him. He must have used too much energy.
He looked around the Royal room, a room that could house at least fifty people. He smirked as he realized he was finally back on Vegeta-sei, where he belonged. He looked towards the door to see which perpetrator had dared to interrupt his session with his mate.
Bulma swung the large double doors open, finding Goku, Chi Chi and Mirai Trunks standing awkwardly together in a line. Chi Chi had a scowl gracing her dark features, Goku a somewhat guilty look and Trunks, well he had an embarrassed air about him.
Had they heard the private conversation between the King and Queen?
Bulma looked at them briefly in apprehension before speaking, "Is everything ok?"
Chi Chi glared at Goku, who had foolishly knocked on the door when Bulma and Vegeta were having their intimate moment. He just didn't get it sometimes. "Bulma, we're leaving now. Gohan's left all alone on Earth and I don't know what I would do if he took any more time away from his studies!"
Bulma smiled, "I understand Chi." She turned to Trunks and hid her smirk, he was extremely red with embarrassment. "Are you feeling better?" She cooed.
She couldn't believe that when her own son grew up, he would like exactly like the young man standing before her. He sure was handsome, a fine product of Vegeta and Bulma's love.
Trunks blushed mildly at the attention he was receiving from his young mother, "Uh, yeah.."
Just then Vegeta walked up to the quartet standing in the doorway and stood behind Bulma, "Stop coddling the boy, onna."
Bulma glanced back at Vegeta with a hint of annoyance, "I can do what I like." She turned back to Trunks and was about to apologize for Vegeta's manner, when she noticed that Goku hadn't said anything all this time. "Are you ok Goku?"
Goku came out of his trance, "Hm?" His stomach started grumbling and he laughed, ashamed. "Yeah, I guess I'm just hungry.." He trailed off bashfully.
Chi Chi sighed, "Well, we really should be going." She looked at Goku accusingly, "I can't believe he left poor Gohan all on his own!"
Goku choked, "But Chi Chi, Piccolo's looking after him!"
"Exactly!" She snapped. Calming down considerably before speaking again, she looked at Bulma. "Your parents are also returning to Earth, but not with us."
Bulma stood in the doorway, stunned. "What?!"
Trunks stared at his mother and father. They were a perfect match, where the night meets day. He couldn't help feel envious of his younger counterpart and sad that he had to return to his own time.
Why couldn't he just stay here with his new family? But he knew he couldn't leave his birth mother on her own. In addition, he had to avenge his father's death and Gohan's now that he was strong enough.
Goku smiled warmly, "Don't worry Bulma, they've still got another hour left before they leave on the spaceship."
Chi Chi rolled her eyes at her husband's ignorance, "Your mother said something about taking a tour of space before returning back home. They're in the throne room with Vegeta's father discussing arrangements."
Bulma looked worriedly at Vegeta, who merely shrugged.
Goku embraced Bulma before backing away as he heard Vegeta growl. "See you soon Bulma, and don't forget to visit Earth!" He put his hand on Chi Chi's shoulder, making sure Trunks was also connected to the human chain. He put his index and middle finger to his forehead.
Vegeta growled as Goku was preparing to leave. He remembered something, "One minute Kakarott!"
Everyone looked at Vegeta in surprise, he normally never spoke in large groups.
He pulled something from his training gi and handed the small capsule back to its rightful owner. "You'll be needing this boy, I won't be needing it." he looked at his future son with a strong poise.
Trunks looked down at the capsule resting lightly in the middle of his palm. He then he remembered that he had given his time machine to Vegeta. "I guess you won't.."
Bulma looked at the rare father and son moment, she felt something in her heart warm at the exchange. She stepped to Trunks and hugged him to her. "You take care now, ok?"
Trunks nodded as he bent down to hug his mother, eyes closed. "I will." He whispered hoarsely.
Bulma smiled as she slowly stepped out from his embrace, "Oh and tell my future self that she is such a genius for inventing a time machine! I knew I could do great things, but that idea was sheer brilliance!" She began her gloat fest.
Trunks smirked, almost mirroring Vegeta's look. "Goobye, Mom." Both Mirai Bulma and Bulma were exactly alike. Well, obviously, they were the same person after all.
Tears sprang to her eyes as she waved goodbye to her future son. Even though she had only known him for a short while, she still felt connected.
Goku took this as his cue to leave. They all waved goodbye to each other, not knowing that this would be the last time in a long while that they would see each other again.
The tears dried away as they phased from view. She sighed and leaned against the door frame, suddenly feeling homesick.
Vegeta saw the faraway look on his mate's face and didn't like it. "Onna, didn't they say something about your parents?"
Bulma jumped as he suddenly moved closer, like a tiger waiting to pounce. She nodded, "They're leaving too.."
The distant look once again graced her features.
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Bulma sighed despondently as she stood in the throne room with her parents. Vegeta and his father were standing a few feet away, observing the exchange silently.
Bulma had tried damn hard to discourage her parents from embarking on their maddening space escapade.
"But Mother!" She tried once more, "This is purely insane! You and Dad can't just go gallivanting around space! You're old and should be resting instead of concocting new adventures!"
Bulma's mother just sighed. She intertwined her arm in her husband's. "Now Bulma, you know perfectly well how restless your father and I become." She giggled, "Besides, I think it would do our marriage some good," She winked seductively at her husband.
Bulma shuddered, were old people allowed to do that? She looked pleadingly at her father, "Dad, can't you convince her? Why can't you just stay here!"
Dr. Briefs looked helplessly at his daughter, "I'm sorry Bulma, you know how your mother can be.." He was truly sorry to be leaving his daughter, grandson and new found friend.
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The soft words that had been uttered out of her father's mouth were heartbreaking. She didn't want to be left alone on Vegeta-sei, without having no memory of her home world. She gave up trying to dissuade them and so, she stood at the landing pad and waved goodbye to the exiting space ship.
As she saw the ship become a small speck in Vegeta-sei's pink coloured sky, more tears cascaded down her rosy cheeks. With a heavy heart, she returned to the palace and automatically made her way to Trunks' nursery, not having checked up on him in an entire hour.
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During Bulma's even of goodbye's Vegeta made his way up to the fifth floor of the palace. This part of the palace had always been off limits, until now. He had never known why the fifth floor had been out of bounds, but now it came to his knowledge that his sons' nursery was on this level.
His shoes made hollow thumps as he walked down the hallway. The sound echoed around him, when he caught a whimper coming from one of the rooms. He raised his eyebrow and realized that his new born son must be behind the door.
He nervously stepped in.
That was a joke, a mighty King nervous of a small child? He snorted as he stepped into the dim room. In the corner he saw a crib fit for a Prince, he mused at this.
The whole interior of the room must have been Bulma's doing. On the left side of the room was a large double bed, he secretly wondered what that was doing in the room. The entire interior was ornately decorated, part for a child and parts of it fit for the Royal King and Queen.
He wondered if this was to be his and Bulma's new room.
He carefully and soundlessly walked up to the crib. Haltingly, he peered in. He knew the colouring of his son already, so that wasn't much of a shock to him. What caught his interest was the fluffy lavender tail wriggling out from behind the dazed little boy. Vegeta scowled.
Chibi Trunks gurgled and looked up at the unfamiliar figure watching him. He imitated the scowl on the stranger's face.
Vegeta smirked slightly at this. He had never been around a baby before. He was inexperienced to say the least. Curiously, he held out his index finger in front of the little boy's face.
Chibi Trunks giggled and clasped his small chubby fist around the appendage. He gripped with all his might.
Vegeta's smirk was now apparent. The boy was indeed strong. He would become a true warrior and a great Prince.
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Bulma was shocked at the vision she walked in on.
Vegeta was standing absolutely still as he stuck his finger in the crib. He pulled it away as Bulma approached him. "Have they gone?" He asked slightly gruffly.
Bulma nodded and looked down into the crib sadly. "Everyone is gone."
Vegeta snorted, "Good!" He riled.
Bulma glanced at him angrily, "What do you mean 'good'!"
"Vegeta-sei is now finally free from their annoying presence."
Bulma thumped him on the chest, only hurting herself in the process. "You really are an ass Vegeta!"
That reminded him, hadn't they been in the middle of something before being rudely interrupted? He raised his eyebrow, the well known glint returning to his eyes.
Bulma backed away momentarily, "Vegeta, this is hardly-!" She gasped as she found herself crushed in his embrace. She looked up in shock, he had never behaved this way before.
He brushed his lips against her ear as he heard her thought, "It's the bond, onna." He growled against her ear.
Bulma turned her head as she heard chibi Trunks squeak and giggle from his crib. Vegeta held her cheek and brought her to look at him. "Two years," he mumbled, bending down and brushing his lips against hers.
She shivered, wondering what had gotten into her normally stoic and reserved mate.
"Nothing has 'gotten into me' baka onna." Even though the words he said were harsh, his tone was gravelly and soft. He kissed her on the mouth fully before leading her to the bed.
Her heart pounded wildly as she knew exactly what was going to happen next.
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Bulma panted evenly as she collapsed against Vegeta's rock hard chest. His breathing had already returned to normal and now he lay back looking up at the high ceiling. Bulma placed her cheek softly against his chest which was graced with a thin film of sweat. She smiled as the rhythmic thumping of his heart evaded her hearing.
Vegeta closed his eyes, letting sleep wash over him. Just as he was drifting off, he felt small kisses trailing up the side of his neck. He opened one eye, "Don't you get enough woman?"
Bulma's eyes twinkled, "Hey, I'm only giving you what you want, my King."
Vegeta snorted, "Yes, I suppose it is your job to keep the King of all Saiya-jins satiated.
She playfully bit his earlobe, growling.
Vegeta could not believe the power this little woman possessed over him. It scared him somewhat to know that.
"Come on Vegeta," she whispered huskily. "It has been two years after all.."
That did it.
He pinned her beneath him and growled, "You're asking for it woman. Once you get me started, I will not stop. Even if you beg."
She smirked up into his gleaming onyx eyes. She never realized how black they were until that moment. She realized she could see every emotion of his, through his eyes. Regardless of the fact that they shared a bond. She could always tell his every thought with one glance into the shining orbs. Even if his face showed something else, his eyes always betrayed him.
Vegeta looked down into Bulma's knowing face. He felt her eyes searching his. Just as he leaned down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss, a question began forming in the back of his mind. A question that he had to ask.
Bulma tilted her head as she saw him hesitate, "What is it?" She mumbled against his lips.
Vegeta thought for a moment, "Nothing."
Bulma smiled as she caught his thoughts, "You were wondering how I came to accept you as my mate after all you've done?"
He frowned, not liking her knowledge of his private thoughts.
She chuckled and lightly touched her lips to his. "Well, if you must know," she breathed, "It was because of your onyx eyes."
Vegeta pulled back slightly and raised his eyebrow but remained silent.
She laughed teasingly and kissed him roughly. He was taken aback with the sudden outburst, but didn't mind it one bit.
"If that is the reason, maybe I should ask Shenron to change the colour of my eyes." He said between the rough kisses.
Bulma grinned at him, "If you do then, I'll make sure you won't have anything to do with me!" She lightly dragged the tip of her nail over his tail spot.
"You drive a hard bargain, wench." He murmured against her ear, trying not to shudder as he felt jolts of electricity run up his spine. "Someone should set you in your place." His hands trailed down the sides of her slim form as he kissed her roughly.
Bulma sighed against his lips and arched her back against him. This was what being in love was all about. For that moment, she was the happiest she had ever been. She had Vegeta, a beautiful healthy baby and a wonderful father in-law. She had the perfect family and to top it all off, she was a part of a great empire full of people who respected her in every way imaginable. Who knew that she would end up as Queen of the Saiya-jin empire? Who knew that she would have ended up with Vegeta, even if it had been a long and arduous road to walk down.
Yes, she was very happy indeed.
But more importantly, she noted that she would always have Vegeta by her side.
They truly were the perfect match.
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The palace and entire Kingdom was buzzing with excitement. Today was the day that chibi Trunks would be annointed as the Crown Prince of Vegeta-sei. He would automatically recede the throne once Vegeta deemed it worthy. At first a few Saiya-jins had been repelled at the idea of breaking tradition and naming the Prince 'Trunks', but they soon came around to the idea when they realized that they had been given a second chance at life and that things had indeed changed since the last Queen of Vegeta-sei had passed.
Vegeta-sei was reborn.
She was reborn into a new type of Kingdom. One that would flourish in wealth and prosperity, all because of their new Queen who had shown them ways other than war and death. She had showed them how to live and prosper, to truly enjoy life.
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Bulma picked up the screaming little boy from his crib, now four months old. Today was the day that he was to be annointed by the High Priest as Prince of Vegeta-sei.
Vegeta stepped into the nursery with a sour look on his face. He was dressed in formal attire, a long red cape flowing behind him. "Can't you get him to be quiet?"
Bulma sighed, giving up. She dumped the loud bundle into the arms of the proud King. "He's your son too. You try and get him to stop crying!" She smoothed out the wrinkles on her expensive and heavy dress.
Vegeta frowned and looked down at the bawling child in his arms. "Shh!" He said somewhat embarrassed. What had the mighty King been reduced to? He smirked and spoke again to his son, "Be quiet brat, or your mother will start having another one of her hissy fits!"
Immediately, Trunks stopped wailing. He began giggling up at his father's face.
Bulma looked at the dastardly duo in shock. "Like father, like son!" She huffed. She twirled before her son and mate. "How do I look?" She asked, she wanted to look perfect for Trunks's special day.
Chibi Trunks squealed in delight as he answered his mother's question.
Vegeta abruptly handed over the small bundle, stepping close to his mate as he answered her question. "Must you ask?" His husky tone sent a shiver up her spine, causing him to smirk.
As Bulma rocked their son gently in her arms, she gasped as she felt strong arms encircle her from behind and hot kisses being adorned on the back of her neck. "Vegeta, we can't. They're all waiting outside, you father and the priest!"
"So? How are they to know."
She chuckled and stepped out of his warm embrace still holding Trunks, "Tonight.. If you're lucky!" She kissed his cheek but almost fell over laughing at the expression on his face
Vegeta growled as he looked at his son, "This is your fault brat." He stated accusingly.
Trunks merely clapped his hands and wrapped his tail protectively around his mother's wrist. As if he had won.
Vegeta snorted and walked to the large doors, leading out to the high balcony where Trunks was to be annointed. "Come," he held out his hand for Bulma to take.
She gladly accepted his hand and together they walked out to greet the sea of people beneath the balcony. It seemed as if the entire Saiya-jin population had turned up to see the King and Queen's son annointed.
King Regent stood on the side of the balcony proudly. This was what the Saiya-jin culture was all about. He smirked at the roaring cheers from the people below, as they caught sight of the new Prince for the first time in four months. A few gasps could also be heard. They had never seen a Saiya- jin with such odd colouring.
It was tradition that the royal children of Vegeta-sei remain unseen by the public for four months of their lives, to make them pure. They were only to be seen during the anointing ceremony and after.
The High Priest stepped forward.
Bulma bit her lip, she had been briefed on the procedure of annointment before and to be honest she wasn't fond of Saiya-jin ceremonies. They always seemed to involve some sort of blood shed, but she knew that she couldn't argue with their custom. It was their way of life. Bulma handed her son to his grandfather.
They all stood close to the edge of the high balcony, to let the subjects of Vegeta-sei bear witness to the anointing.
Both Bulma and Vegeta held out their wrists. Vegeta's left and Bulma's right. The priest strategically incision a slit on each wrist, drawing blood.
Vegeta looked at Bulma to seek if she was ok, she was fine save for the lack of colouring in her cheeks.
Bulma winced in pain, but not one tear fell from her cerulean eyes for she knew it was a happy occasion.
The priest collected the drops of blood in a minuscule wooden thimble. Bulma and Vegeta stepped aside as the Priest walked up to Trunks, chanting in the ancient Saiya-jin language, that was said to have been lost centuries ago.
Dipping his thumb into the thimble, still chanting, the Priest marked chibi Trunks across the forehead causing a red horizontal line to appear. He turned to the crowd taking the child in his own hands and held up his arms with the boy, to silence them.
The crowd hushed, some murmurs still spoken as they looked at the small boy in the Priest's hands..
He spoke in Saiya-go, their language. "By the will of Var, I pronounce this child Crown Saiya-jin no Ouji."
Once he finished speaking, the crowd erupted in a climax of cheers and shouts.
The Priest handed back the newly crowned Prince to his mother. Bulma held her son tightly and cuddled him. She could not have been happier in her life. Vegeta's father approached her and Vegeta, she looked at him questioningly.
Vegeta looked down proudly at his Kingdom. He had gone to so much trouble to revive the planet, but in the end it had all been worth it. Now he had a Queen and an heir, he was content. He smirked as the cheers grew louder, he stepped closer to Bulma's side and noticed his father approaching them.
King Regent placed his hand on his son's shoulder. "You have made me proud, Vegeta."
Vegeta nodded and bowed his head slightly. Bulma, still holding Trunks, went to hug her father in-law. "Thank you for everything, Otousan." She whispered.
This time he hugged her back, without feeling embarrassed. "You're welcome my child, you're welcome." He softly kissed the top of her head and stroked his grandson's cheek. As he stepped out of the light embrace, he couldn't help but look wistfully up at the sky. If only his mate could be with him now.
Bulma stepped back to Vegeta's side and looked at him through tears of joy. For the first time, he did something he would not normally do in front of other people. He touched her.
Vegeta gently rubbed away her tears and smirked. "You're like a damn waterfall onna."
She smiled and laughed as she held her baby boy close to her chest. "Do you have a problem with it, my King?" she asked haughtily.
He chuckled wryly, "Not one bit."
She smiled softly, everything around them seemed to fade away. Even the noise of the crowd somehow seemed to have dimmed. "I love you Vegeta," she whispered so only he and Trunks could hear.
He couldn't say it. He had tried to, but the words just wouldn't come out. He was still uncomfortable about voicing his feelings. When he opened his mouth to speak, Bulma silenced him with a wave of her hand.
"It's ok. You don't have to say anything," she was still whispering, "I can tell by the look in your eyes."
He smirked, "Always the intuitive one."
She laughed and looked out at the sea of people below that were still cheering as loudly as they could. She felt absolutely elated. They had accepted her and her son.
Vegeta stood beside his mate, feeling her happiness. He held back a smile, an actual smile that was forming on his lips as he heard her laugh breathlessly. He looked at her out of the corner of his eyes and swore to himself an oath he had never once uttered.
*I will always protect you, Onna. Always.*
He hid the thought from her but as she looked up at him with even more tear filled eyes and hugged their son to her chest, he couldn't help but wonder if she had heard his promise.
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A/N: Well, that was the final chapter! *starts to cry* I loved writing this story!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok, I'm lying. There is still an epilogue. But first I need to know how many people want a sequel. If you do please let me know so I can put up the epilogue, which will then lead to the sequel. Otherwise, this is the end!
Shigasu: ~does happy dance all around the room~
Vegeta: ~gives Shigasu a death glare~ Who are you and what have you done with JluvsVeggie?
Shigasu: I am JluvsVeggie!
Vegeta: ~growls~ But you have a different name!!!
Shigasu: So?
Vegeta: ~scowls at Shigasu~ If you really are JluvsVeggie, then you alone know my weakness.
Shigasu: ~smirked and rubs her hands together. She presents a banana to the unsuspecting Vegeta~
Vegeta: ~looks at the banana in horror~ Oh shi- @_@ ~falls under hypnosis and hugs Shigasu~
Shigasu: ~sweatdrops~ Uh, are you feeling ok there Veggie boy?
Vegeta: ~hugs Shigasu and starts to sway, singing at the top of his voice~ WHY D'YA HAVE TO GO AND MAKE THINGS SO COMPLICATED!
::Shigasu shakes her head at the readers::
Shigasu: ~looks at readers helplessly~ Well, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em! ~starts swaying and singing along with Vegeta~ I'M NEVER GONNA FIND YOU FAKE IT. NO NO NOOOOOOOOOO!
::Meanwhile Yamcha walks by and is caught up into the mayhem. He is stripped butt naked by Shigasu making it Yamcha's ultimate humiliation.
Vegeta: ~looks at Yamcha's nether regions, still hypnotized~ I don't mean to be rude. But had anyone ever told you that you have the world's smallest di-!
Shigasu: ~runs to Vegeta and shuts him up~ Vegeta, we have children in our midst!!
Vegeta: Oooh, I beg your pardon. But I wasn't going to say what you thought I was..
Shigasu: Well what were you gonna say?
Vegeta: ~looks at Yamcha who's still butt naked, trying to hide himself~ I was going to say he had the world's smallest dimples! @_@
::Can't you just tell Veggie is lying?::
Stay Tuned!!
To jessica01320: LOL. You're review was so heart warming! I love people like you and so, yes I will do a skit for you at the end of this chapter. Hope you like it! Thanks for the review!
To Debido: Hello Mr. Mentor!! I hope you don't mind me calling you that, because in a way you are. Your reviews are always helpful and always truthful, to which I appreciate greatly. Anyway, yes I would like you to recommend some fics to help me with the fighting aspect. I do actually understand that the last chapter wasn't the best I could do, but things had been putting me down before I wrote that and so it wasn't to my full potential. Hopefully, this chapter will make up for the previous one. Thank you for reviewing!
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Goku stepped over to Trunks' body with the bag of senzu beans in his hand. He forced one into the tightly shut mouth of the boy. He could tell that Trunks was dying, the fading ki was enough to determine that.
Trunks somehow managed swallowed the bean in its entirety.
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Vegeta's breathing became uneven as the smoke cleared. All that was left was a green smudge on the stone ring. Everything around him began to spin. The power had been too much for him to harness. It had erupted all in one go, and his body could not handle the tremendous amount of strength he had acquired.
Vegeta fell to his knees, darkness beginning to surround him.
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Vegeta groaned as he finally came to. The last thing that he could remember was finishing off Cell in an enormous blast. Had it been enough? Squinting as the bright light shone harshly into his retina, he grunted as a familiar silhouette entered the ray of light, easing his pain. How had he-?
A soft and amicable voice encompassed his sensitive ears.
"Vegeta, are you all right?"
Vegeta blinked several times, regaining most of his composure at the same time. He did not wish to be seen as weak in front of his mate, he looked up into her cerulean eyes, almost weakly, he felt disgusted with himself.
His outburst of energy had caused him to blow a biological fuse in his body. He was lucky to be alive, his emotions had caused him to react foolishly. That reminded him, was Trunks dead?
"Onna," he winced as he sat up in the plush comfortable bed, fit for a King.
Bulma sat by his side on a large chair. She leaned in close, fussing over him as if he was a child.
Vegeta growled slightly as she mothered him. "Where is the boy?"
Bulma hesitated slightly, "You mean Trunks? Well, he's asleep in the nursery."
Vegeta took a moment to look at his mate. He had never seen her looking so beautiful as she did in that moment, dressed in traditional royal Saiya-jin clothing. He hadn't laid eyes upon her in two years, he couldn't believe how little change there was in her features.
He remembered that he had been inside of the hyperbolic time chamber, and so it had only been a mere two days since -she- had seen him. Her skin looked smoother than ever, motherhood had been kind to her for she looked as fresh as she did before she was pregnant.
Bulma frowned, "Are you ok Vegeta?"
Vegeta snapped himself out of his reverie. "Yes. I did not mean the brat."
Bulma smiled slightly, she sighed. She had missed Vegeta so much, him and his personality were so different to the others. That was what she had loved about him.
"He's with Otousan in the throne room," she watched Vegeta's facial features relax slightly. "He's fine, he's leaving with Goku and Chi Chi soon. Will you be there to say goodbye?" she added softly.
He snorted, "What for?" Vegeta pretended to act indifferently.
Bulma stared into his onyx eyes for what seemed like an eternity. "You could have been really hurt.."
"Nothing can hurt me," he snapped back.
Bulma sighed irritably, "Stop acting like a child and being so annoying Vegeta, oh and don't call our son a brat!"
"Well then what should I call him," he smirked slightly as he saw his mate's face turn red slightly.
"You can call him Trunks." She huffed.
His eyes widened, "No Saiya-jin Prince is going to be name after underwear!"
"What's wrong with it?! I'm named after-!"
He swiftly cut her off, "Exactly my point! He shall have a Royal name, fitting for a Prince."
Bulma growled softly, "Kami help me Vegeta, but I don't care how hurt you are, I will hurt you!!"
"I shall repeat this once again, nothing can hurt me, onna. Especially not a weak earthling female like you."
She shrieked and lunged for him as he lay on the bed. "You ASS, I'll show you who's weak!"
He smirked.
This was what he had been waiting for, to see her angry, it always got his blood riling just like in battle.
Vegeta couldn't take it anymore.
Seeing her in that angry state and looking so beautiful, he had to be near her. It had been two years since he had close contact with his mate, he was going to make for every day he spent in that damned chamber.
Of course, to her it had only been two days, but that didn't mean he should stop all of his fun. He raised his eyebrow and swiftly pulled her beneath him, something mischievous glinting in his eyes, suddenly feeling rejuvenated and ready for action.
"Do not call me an 'ass' woman," he breathed into her ear.
Bulma gasped at the sudden movement and contact. Why did it feel like an eternity since she was in Vegeta's arms? She smiled with equal playfulness when she realized his intentions and whispered back.
"Or what? ASS." She purposely added the last word.
He smirked, for the first time in a long while he felt content.
Was it just her, or could she feel there bond being renewed and strengthened with every second they were in each other's presence? Just as his lips were about to claim her own, a knock on the door interrupted their sparse and precious moment.
Vegeta growled at the interruption. He wanted whoever was behind the door to the next dimension. He glared at the door.
Bulma held back a giggle as she saw the murderous look on Vegeta's face, she gently her palm to his cheek bringing him to face her once again. She kissed the tip of his nose, "We'll have plenty of time later, Veggie."
Vegeta groaned, "Woman, I have not been with you in two years! I cannot wait until later." He sounded like a whining five year old.
A chuckle escaped from her throat, "What happened to the all mighty resilient King of Vegeta-sei?"
He scowled, "You try being without me for two years," he grumbled, of course he only meant in the purely sexual way. Yes, that's what it was. It wasn't because he missed her shrill voice and obnoxious presence, he reasoned with himself.
Bulma softly brushed her lips across his, teasing his already vulnerable state, before wriggling out of his grasp and heading towards the door. "Coming!" She called out, winking back at Vegeta's sour face.
Before she opened the door, he had managed to drag his stiff body off of the bed, which for some reason was still calling to him. He must have used too much energy.
He looked around the Royal room, a room that could house at least fifty people. He smirked as he realized he was finally back on Vegeta-sei, where he belonged. He looked towards the door to see which perpetrator had dared to interrupt his session with his mate.
Bulma swung the large double doors open, finding Goku, Chi Chi and Mirai Trunks standing awkwardly together in a line. Chi Chi had a scowl gracing her dark features, Goku a somewhat guilty look and Trunks, well he had an embarrassed air about him.
Had they heard the private conversation between the King and Queen?
Bulma looked at them briefly in apprehension before speaking, "Is everything ok?"
Chi Chi glared at Goku, who had foolishly knocked on the door when Bulma and Vegeta were having their intimate moment. He just didn't get it sometimes. "Bulma, we're leaving now. Gohan's left all alone on Earth and I don't know what I would do if he took any more time away from his studies!"
Bulma smiled, "I understand Chi." She turned to Trunks and hid her smirk, he was extremely red with embarrassment. "Are you feeling better?" She cooed.
She couldn't believe that when her own son grew up, he would like exactly like the young man standing before her. He sure was handsome, a fine product of Vegeta and Bulma's love.
Trunks blushed mildly at the attention he was receiving from his young mother, "Uh, yeah.."
Just then Vegeta walked up to the quartet standing in the doorway and stood behind Bulma, "Stop coddling the boy, onna."
Bulma glanced back at Vegeta with a hint of annoyance, "I can do what I like." She turned back to Trunks and was about to apologize for Vegeta's manner, when she noticed that Goku hadn't said anything all this time. "Are you ok Goku?"
Goku came out of his trance, "Hm?" His stomach started grumbling and he laughed, ashamed. "Yeah, I guess I'm just hungry.." He trailed off bashfully.
Chi Chi sighed, "Well, we really should be going." She looked at Goku accusingly, "I can't believe he left poor Gohan all on his own!"
Goku choked, "But Chi Chi, Piccolo's looking after him!"
"Exactly!" She snapped. Calming down considerably before speaking again, she looked at Bulma. "Your parents are also returning to Earth, but not with us."
Bulma stood in the doorway, stunned. "What?!"
Trunks stared at his mother and father. They were a perfect match, where the night meets day. He couldn't help feel envious of his younger counterpart and sad that he had to return to his own time.
Why couldn't he just stay here with his new family? But he knew he couldn't leave his birth mother on her own. In addition, he had to avenge his father's death and Gohan's now that he was strong enough.
Goku smiled warmly, "Don't worry Bulma, they've still got another hour left before they leave on the spaceship."
Chi Chi rolled her eyes at her husband's ignorance, "Your mother said something about taking a tour of space before returning back home. They're in the throne room with Vegeta's father discussing arrangements."
Bulma looked worriedly at Vegeta, who merely shrugged.
Goku embraced Bulma before backing away as he heard Vegeta growl. "See you soon Bulma, and don't forget to visit Earth!" He put his hand on Chi Chi's shoulder, making sure Trunks was also connected to the human chain. He put his index and middle finger to his forehead.
Vegeta growled as Goku was preparing to leave. He remembered something, "One minute Kakarott!"
Everyone looked at Vegeta in surprise, he normally never spoke in large groups.
He pulled something from his training gi and handed the small capsule back to its rightful owner. "You'll be needing this boy, I won't be needing it." he looked at his future son with a strong poise.
Trunks looked down at the capsule resting lightly in the middle of his palm. He then he remembered that he had given his time machine to Vegeta. "I guess you won't.."
Bulma looked at the rare father and son moment, she felt something in her heart warm at the exchange. She stepped to Trunks and hugged him to her. "You take care now, ok?"
Trunks nodded as he bent down to hug his mother, eyes closed. "I will." He whispered hoarsely.
Bulma smiled as she slowly stepped out from his embrace, "Oh and tell my future self that she is such a genius for inventing a time machine! I knew I could do great things, but that idea was sheer brilliance!" She began her gloat fest.
Trunks smirked, almost mirroring Vegeta's look. "Goobye, Mom." Both Mirai Bulma and Bulma were exactly alike. Well, obviously, they were the same person after all.
Tears sprang to her eyes as she waved goodbye to her future son. Even though she had only known him for a short while, she still felt connected.
Goku took this as his cue to leave. They all waved goodbye to each other, not knowing that this would be the last time in a long while that they would see each other again.
The tears dried away as they phased from view. She sighed and leaned against the door frame, suddenly feeling homesick.
Vegeta saw the faraway look on his mate's face and didn't like it. "Onna, didn't they say something about your parents?"
Bulma jumped as he suddenly moved closer, like a tiger waiting to pounce. She nodded, "They're leaving too.."
The distant look once again graced her features.
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Bulma sighed despondently as she stood in the throne room with her parents. Vegeta and his father were standing a few feet away, observing the exchange silently.
Bulma had tried damn hard to discourage her parents from embarking on their maddening space escapade.
"But Mother!" She tried once more, "This is purely insane! You and Dad can't just go gallivanting around space! You're old and should be resting instead of concocting new adventures!"
Bulma's mother just sighed. She intertwined her arm in her husband's. "Now Bulma, you know perfectly well how restless your father and I become." She giggled, "Besides, I think it would do our marriage some good," She winked seductively at her husband.
Bulma shuddered, were old people allowed to do that? She looked pleadingly at her father, "Dad, can't you convince her? Why can't you just stay here!"
Dr. Briefs looked helplessly at his daughter, "I'm sorry Bulma, you know how your mother can be.." He was truly sorry to be leaving his daughter, grandson and new found friend.
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The soft words that had been uttered out of her father's mouth were heartbreaking. She didn't want to be left alone on Vegeta-sei, without having no memory of her home world. She gave up trying to dissuade them and so, she stood at the landing pad and waved goodbye to the exiting space ship.
As she saw the ship become a small speck in Vegeta-sei's pink coloured sky, more tears cascaded down her rosy cheeks. With a heavy heart, she returned to the palace and automatically made her way to Trunks' nursery, not having checked up on him in an entire hour.
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During Bulma's even of goodbye's Vegeta made his way up to the fifth floor of the palace. This part of the palace had always been off limits, until now. He had never known why the fifth floor had been out of bounds, but now it came to his knowledge that his sons' nursery was on this level.
His shoes made hollow thumps as he walked down the hallway. The sound echoed around him, when he caught a whimper coming from one of the rooms. He raised his eyebrow and realized that his new born son must be behind the door.
He nervously stepped in.
That was a joke, a mighty King nervous of a small child? He snorted as he stepped into the dim room. In the corner he saw a crib fit for a Prince, he mused at this.
The whole interior of the room must have been Bulma's doing. On the left side of the room was a large double bed, he secretly wondered what that was doing in the room. The entire interior was ornately decorated, part for a child and parts of it fit for the Royal King and Queen.
He wondered if this was to be his and Bulma's new room.
He carefully and soundlessly walked up to the crib. Haltingly, he peered in. He knew the colouring of his son already, so that wasn't much of a shock to him. What caught his interest was the fluffy lavender tail wriggling out from behind the dazed little boy. Vegeta scowled.
Chibi Trunks gurgled and looked up at the unfamiliar figure watching him. He imitated the scowl on the stranger's face.
Vegeta smirked slightly at this. He had never been around a baby before. He was inexperienced to say the least. Curiously, he held out his index finger in front of the little boy's face.
Chibi Trunks giggled and clasped his small chubby fist around the appendage. He gripped with all his might.
Vegeta's smirk was now apparent. The boy was indeed strong. He would become a true warrior and a great Prince.
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Bulma was shocked at the vision she walked in on.
Vegeta was standing absolutely still as he stuck his finger in the crib. He pulled it away as Bulma approached him. "Have they gone?" He asked slightly gruffly.
Bulma nodded and looked down into the crib sadly. "Everyone is gone."
Vegeta snorted, "Good!" He riled.
Bulma glanced at him angrily, "What do you mean 'good'!"
"Vegeta-sei is now finally free from their annoying presence."
Bulma thumped him on the chest, only hurting herself in the process. "You really are an ass Vegeta!"
That reminded him, hadn't they been in the middle of something before being rudely interrupted? He raised his eyebrow, the well known glint returning to his eyes.
Bulma backed away momentarily, "Vegeta, this is hardly-!" She gasped as she found herself crushed in his embrace. She looked up in shock, he had never behaved this way before.
He brushed his lips against her ear as he heard her thought, "It's the bond, onna." He growled against her ear.
Bulma turned her head as she heard chibi Trunks squeak and giggle from his crib. Vegeta held her cheek and brought her to look at him. "Two years," he mumbled, bending down and brushing his lips against hers.
She shivered, wondering what had gotten into her normally stoic and reserved mate.
"Nothing has 'gotten into me' baka onna." Even though the words he said were harsh, his tone was gravelly and soft. He kissed her on the mouth fully before leading her to the bed.
Her heart pounded wildly as she knew exactly what was going to happen next.
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Bulma panted evenly as she collapsed against Vegeta's rock hard chest. His breathing had already returned to normal and now he lay back looking up at the high ceiling. Bulma placed her cheek softly against his chest which was graced with a thin film of sweat. She smiled as the rhythmic thumping of his heart evaded her hearing.
Vegeta closed his eyes, letting sleep wash over him. Just as he was drifting off, he felt small kisses trailing up the side of his neck. He opened one eye, "Don't you get enough woman?"
Bulma's eyes twinkled, "Hey, I'm only giving you what you want, my King."
Vegeta snorted, "Yes, I suppose it is your job to keep the King of all Saiya-jins satiated.
She playfully bit his earlobe, growling.
Vegeta could not believe the power this little woman possessed over him. It scared him somewhat to know that.
"Come on Vegeta," she whispered huskily. "It has been two years after all.."
That did it.
He pinned her beneath him and growled, "You're asking for it woman. Once you get me started, I will not stop. Even if you beg."
She smirked up into his gleaming onyx eyes. She never realized how black they were until that moment. She realized she could see every emotion of his, through his eyes. Regardless of the fact that they shared a bond. She could always tell his every thought with one glance into the shining orbs. Even if his face showed something else, his eyes always betrayed him.
Vegeta looked down into Bulma's knowing face. He felt her eyes searching his. Just as he leaned down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss, a question began forming in the back of his mind. A question that he had to ask.
Bulma tilted her head as she saw him hesitate, "What is it?" She mumbled against his lips.
Vegeta thought for a moment, "Nothing."
Bulma smiled as she caught his thoughts, "You were wondering how I came to accept you as my mate after all you've done?"
He frowned, not liking her knowledge of his private thoughts.
She chuckled and lightly touched her lips to his. "Well, if you must know," she breathed, "It was because of your onyx eyes."
Vegeta pulled back slightly and raised his eyebrow but remained silent.
She laughed teasingly and kissed him roughly. He was taken aback with the sudden outburst, but didn't mind it one bit.
"If that is the reason, maybe I should ask Shenron to change the colour of my eyes." He said between the rough kisses.
Bulma grinned at him, "If you do then, I'll make sure you won't have anything to do with me!" She lightly dragged the tip of her nail over his tail spot.
"You drive a hard bargain, wench." He murmured against her ear, trying not to shudder as he felt jolts of electricity run up his spine. "Someone should set you in your place." His hands trailed down the sides of her slim form as he kissed her roughly.
Bulma sighed against his lips and arched her back against him. This was what being in love was all about. For that moment, she was the happiest she had ever been. She had Vegeta, a beautiful healthy baby and a wonderful father in-law. She had the perfect family and to top it all off, she was a part of a great empire full of people who respected her in every way imaginable. Who knew that she would end up as Queen of the Saiya-jin empire? Who knew that she would have ended up with Vegeta, even if it had been a long and arduous road to walk down.
Yes, she was very happy indeed.
But more importantly, she noted that she would always have Vegeta by her side.
They truly were the perfect match.
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The palace and entire Kingdom was buzzing with excitement. Today was the day that chibi Trunks would be annointed as the Crown Prince of Vegeta-sei. He would automatically recede the throne once Vegeta deemed it worthy. At first a few Saiya-jins had been repelled at the idea of breaking tradition and naming the Prince 'Trunks', but they soon came around to the idea when they realized that they had been given a second chance at life and that things had indeed changed since the last Queen of Vegeta-sei had passed.
Vegeta-sei was reborn.
She was reborn into a new type of Kingdom. One that would flourish in wealth and prosperity, all because of their new Queen who had shown them ways other than war and death. She had showed them how to live and prosper, to truly enjoy life.
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Bulma picked up the screaming little boy from his crib, now four months old. Today was the day that he was to be annointed by the High Priest as Prince of Vegeta-sei.
Vegeta stepped into the nursery with a sour look on his face. He was dressed in formal attire, a long red cape flowing behind him. "Can't you get him to be quiet?"
Bulma sighed, giving up. She dumped the loud bundle into the arms of the proud King. "He's your son too. You try and get him to stop crying!" She smoothed out the wrinkles on her expensive and heavy dress.
Vegeta frowned and looked down at the bawling child in his arms. "Shh!" He said somewhat embarrassed. What had the mighty King been reduced to? He smirked and spoke again to his son, "Be quiet brat, or your mother will start having another one of her hissy fits!"
Immediately, Trunks stopped wailing. He began giggling up at his father's face.
Bulma looked at the dastardly duo in shock. "Like father, like son!" She huffed. She twirled before her son and mate. "How do I look?" She asked, she wanted to look perfect for Trunks's special day.
Chibi Trunks squealed in delight as he answered his mother's question.
Vegeta abruptly handed over the small bundle, stepping close to his mate as he answered her question. "Must you ask?" His husky tone sent a shiver up her spine, causing him to smirk.
As Bulma rocked their son gently in her arms, she gasped as she felt strong arms encircle her from behind and hot kisses being adorned on the back of her neck. "Vegeta, we can't. They're all waiting outside, you father and the priest!"
"So? How are they to know."
She chuckled and stepped out of his warm embrace still holding Trunks, "Tonight.. If you're lucky!" She kissed his cheek but almost fell over laughing at the expression on his face
Vegeta growled as he looked at his son, "This is your fault brat." He stated accusingly.
Trunks merely clapped his hands and wrapped his tail protectively around his mother's wrist. As if he had won.
Vegeta snorted and walked to the large doors, leading out to the high balcony where Trunks was to be annointed. "Come," he held out his hand for Bulma to take.
She gladly accepted his hand and together they walked out to greet the sea of people beneath the balcony. It seemed as if the entire Saiya-jin population had turned up to see the King and Queen's son annointed.
King Regent stood on the side of the balcony proudly. This was what the Saiya-jin culture was all about. He smirked at the roaring cheers from the people below, as they caught sight of the new Prince for the first time in four months. A few gasps could also be heard. They had never seen a Saiya- jin with such odd colouring.
It was tradition that the royal children of Vegeta-sei remain unseen by the public for four months of their lives, to make them pure. They were only to be seen during the anointing ceremony and after.
The High Priest stepped forward.
Bulma bit her lip, she had been briefed on the procedure of annointment before and to be honest she wasn't fond of Saiya-jin ceremonies. They always seemed to involve some sort of blood shed, but she knew that she couldn't argue with their custom. It was their way of life. Bulma handed her son to his grandfather.
They all stood close to the edge of the high balcony, to let the subjects of Vegeta-sei bear witness to the anointing.
Both Bulma and Vegeta held out their wrists. Vegeta's left and Bulma's right. The priest strategically incision a slit on each wrist, drawing blood.
Vegeta looked at Bulma to seek if she was ok, she was fine save for the lack of colouring in her cheeks.
Bulma winced in pain, but not one tear fell from her cerulean eyes for she knew it was a happy occasion.
The priest collected the drops of blood in a minuscule wooden thimble. Bulma and Vegeta stepped aside as the Priest walked up to Trunks, chanting in the ancient Saiya-jin language, that was said to have been lost centuries ago.
Dipping his thumb into the thimble, still chanting, the Priest marked chibi Trunks across the forehead causing a red horizontal line to appear. He turned to the crowd taking the child in his own hands and held up his arms with the boy, to silence them.
The crowd hushed, some murmurs still spoken as they looked at the small boy in the Priest's hands..
He spoke in Saiya-go, their language. "By the will of Var, I pronounce this child Crown Saiya-jin no Ouji."
Once he finished speaking, the crowd erupted in a climax of cheers and shouts.
The Priest handed back the newly crowned Prince to his mother. Bulma held her son tightly and cuddled him. She could not have been happier in her life. Vegeta's father approached her and Vegeta, she looked at him questioningly.
Vegeta looked down proudly at his Kingdom. He had gone to so much trouble to revive the planet, but in the end it had all been worth it. Now he had a Queen and an heir, he was content. He smirked as the cheers grew louder, he stepped closer to Bulma's side and noticed his father approaching them.
King Regent placed his hand on his son's shoulder. "You have made me proud, Vegeta."
Vegeta nodded and bowed his head slightly. Bulma, still holding Trunks, went to hug her father in-law. "Thank you for everything, Otousan." She whispered.
This time he hugged her back, without feeling embarrassed. "You're welcome my child, you're welcome." He softly kissed the top of her head and stroked his grandson's cheek. As he stepped out of the light embrace, he couldn't help but look wistfully up at the sky. If only his mate could be with him now.
Bulma stepped back to Vegeta's side and looked at him through tears of joy. For the first time, he did something he would not normally do in front of other people. He touched her.
Vegeta gently rubbed away her tears and smirked. "You're like a damn waterfall onna."
She smiled and laughed as she held her baby boy close to her chest. "Do you have a problem with it, my King?" she asked haughtily.
He chuckled wryly, "Not one bit."
She smiled softly, everything around them seemed to fade away. Even the noise of the crowd somehow seemed to have dimmed. "I love you Vegeta," she whispered so only he and Trunks could hear.
He couldn't say it. He had tried to, but the words just wouldn't come out. He was still uncomfortable about voicing his feelings. When he opened his mouth to speak, Bulma silenced him with a wave of her hand.
"It's ok. You don't have to say anything," she was still whispering, "I can tell by the look in your eyes."
He smirked, "Always the intuitive one."
She laughed and looked out at the sea of people below that were still cheering as loudly as they could. She felt absolutely elated. They had accepted her and her son.
Vegeta stood beside his mate, feeling her happiness. He held back a smile, an actual smile that was forming on his lips as he heard her laugh breathlessly. He looked at her out of the corner of his eyes and swore to himself an oath he had never once uttered.
*I will always protect you, Onna. Always.*
He hid the thought from her but as she looked up at him with even more tear filled eyes and hugged their son to her chest, he couldn't help but wonder if she had heard his promise.
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A/N: Well, that was the final chapter! *starts to cry* I loved writing this story!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok, I'm lying. There is still an epilogue. But first I need to know how many people want a sequel. If you do please let me know so I can put up the epilogue, which will then lead to the sequel. Otherwise, this is the end!
Shigasu: ~does happy dance all around the room~
Vegeta: ~gives Shigasu a death glare~ Who are you and what have you done with JluvsVeggie?
Shigasu: I am JluvsVeggie!
Vegeta: ~growls~ But you have a different name!!!
Shigasu: So?
Vegeta: ~scowls at Shigasu~ If you really are JluvsVeggie, then you alone know my weakness.
Shigasu: ~smirked and rubs her hands together. She presents a banana to the unsuspecting Vegeta~
Vegeta: ~looks at the banana in horror~ Oh shi- @_@ ~falls under hypnosis and hugs Shigasu~
Shigasu: ~sweatdrops~ Uh, are you feeling ok there Veggie boy?
Vegeta: ~hugs Shigasu and starts to sway, singing at the top of his voice~ WHY D'YA HAVE TO GO AND MAKE THINGS SO COMPLICATED!
::Shigasu shakes her head at the readers::
Shigasu: ~looks at readers helplessly~ Well, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em! ~starts swaying and singing along with Vegeta~ I'M NEVER GONNA FIND YOU FAKE IT. NO NO NOOOOOOOOOO!
::Meanwhile Yamcha walks by and is caught up into the mayhem. He is stripped butt naked by Shigasu making it Yamcha's ultimate humiliation.
Vegeta: ~looks at Yamcha's nether regions, still hypnotized~ I don't mean to be rude. But had anyone ever told you that you have the world's smallest di-!
Shigasu: ~runs to Vegeta and shuts him up~ Vegeta, we have children in our midst!!
Vegeta: Oooh, I beg your pardon. But I wasn't going to say what you thought I was..
Shigasu: Well what were you gonna say?
Vegeta: ~looks at Yamcha who's still butt naked, trying to hide himself~ I was going to say he had the world's smallest dimples! @_@
::Can't you just tell Veggie is lying?::
Stay Tuned!!