Hello. Me again. How is everyone? Good I hope. But then again, I doubt if I'll get an answer to that one. * Blushes insanely because I think I'm a demented chook. * I wish that you enjoyed the last chapter, this chapter and the rest of the story. Gees, how corny did that sound? Well, here we go.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or the characters. But I do own the grey top that I am wearing. Any way. Here we go.

Chapter 3.

A Saiyan's Daughter.

 "Arise, Eternal Dragon and grant my wish!" Bulma yelled at the Dragon Balls. The sky darkened and everyone's attention changed from the subjects they were talking to each other to the dragon that had appeared in front of Bulma.

 "I am the Eternal Dragon. I will grant you one wish. What will it be?" he demanded.

 "I wish that the fighters who died while fighting Frieza, Vegeta, Nappa and the Saibaimen were wished back alive to this plane." Bulma said. Jessi, who was shocked to hear that her father had killed others before, gaped at him while everything was happening. The dragon's eyes flashed and Tien, Chiaotzu, Krillin and Yamcha stood before them. Bulma squealed and ran over to Yamcha and hugged him. "You're back. I missed you so much! Never ever go away again." (A/N: This is my story. I know that that didn't happen, but it's my story. I will do as I wish. P.S. I really hope that didn't screw up anyone's mind.)

 "I wont." Yamcha said. He ducked his head down to hers and kissed her.

 "Would they stop that." Vegeta groaned to Jessi who started to giggle again. "Now what?"

 "You're just disappointed that you aren't Yamcha at the moment."

 "Shut up, girl, before I decide to rip your head off."

 "You wouldn't."

 "Is that a challenge?" Vegeta asked.

 Jessi took off into the sky, closely followed by Vegeta. They flew past everyone, almost knocked Chi-Chi off her feet and hit Master Roshi into the kissing couple.

 "Vegeta, leave Jessi alone!" Bulma screeched as she tried to get up off Roshi.

 "What? She said that I wouldn't rip her head off and I'm trying to prove her wrong." Vegeta said as he took off after Jessi again.

 "She's your daughter. Leave her alone." Bulma argued. "You have so much to learn about parenthood."

 "Like you know." Vegeta said, stopping in front of her.

 "You're a dad?" Yamcha asked, leaving everyone gaping along with him.

 "Yes I am."

 "Since when?" Krillin asked. Jessi stopped running away from her father and stood in front of Krillin.

 "Since I was born, if you had to pry your nose into things that is not your business, but that'd be hard. Where is your nose?" Jessi asked. (A/N: Hasn't any one else wanted to know that? I always have.)

 "Well, you don't lack any of his rudeness." Krillin laughed. The two shot him identical glares.

 "You must be Krillin. My behaviour is nothing like his, Bulma. And he does look like a cue-ball, father."

 "I do not." Krillin groaned.

 "But your head is so shiny."

 "Jessi, how about you go home with your father before you become as hated as he is." Bulma said to stop the little fight between the two.

 "I couldn't really care if I am hated. I'm going home soon, hopefully." She said as she crossed her arms over her chest and walked away from everyone.

 "Woman, she's just lost her mother, doesn't know it and probably thinks that you hate her now." Vegeta explained. "That's just what she needs."

 "You're a dad and didn't tell us?" Yamcha asked, finally over the fact that Vegeta was a dad.

 "Well, I only found out yesterday and why the hell would I tell you anything?"

 "Who's her mum?"

 "Some human working under the name of Frieza."

 "You don't know who she is?"

 "I got drunk. Why am I explaining this to you?" Vegeta asked. Then he felt a little tug on his glove that was on his hand and looked down to see Jessi pulled on it. "What?"

 "Guess what I just saw in the future."

 "What?"

 "I get a little brother."

 "Good for your mother."

 "It isn't on my mums side of the family." Jessi giggled. Others gasped and stared at Vegeta while he stared at her.

 "Like you said before, you're only getting used to those powers and you could be wrong." Bulma said. "I really don't think Vegeta would have another kid."

 "Yeah, I mean, who would want to be with him?" Krillin asked.

 "Listen, Cue-Ball, if you value your life, you'd shut up before you say another word." Vegeta said. Krillin just nodded nervously. "Are you so sure?" Vegeta asked Jessi.

 "Yes. I even know who the mummy is, too. But for her sake, I'll keep it quiet." Jessi said. "I get a baby brother! I get a baby brother!"

 "No you wont."

 "Yes I will! Yes I will! Yes I will! Yes I will! Yes I will! Yes I will! Yes I will! Yes I will!" Jessi screeched.

 "Stop that! You do that all the time and it isn't very becoming." Vegeta snapped.

 "Okay, father."

 "Wow, she's probably the only person who actually listened to you." Yamcha laughed.

 "That's because I show respect for those who are superior to me."

 "How old are you supposed to be?" Bulma asked.

 "I'm six. You know that."

 "It's just that you talk so intelligently."

 "I was raised be a scientist. I had to get used to talking cleverly. Plus I'm a princess and it makes me sound more regal."
 "Why are you here?" Kame asked.

 "It was an accident. I was training on a ship that was on autopilot and I didn't know it. The ship took me here. Father found me and then told me who he was and I remembered that mum told me that I am Prince Vegeta's daughter. So I told him and he said that he couldn't be my dad so Bulma did a DNA test on us and it proved positive."

 "How did you know about the future?" he asked.

 "I was attacked by a Camesian and when you get Camesian blood on you, you get their powers. I killed this one and its blood splattered all over me. Camesians hold telekinetic and telepathic powers. I can see into the future and talk to others using my mind. I can also see into other's minds."

 "Than what am I thinking of now?"

 "Um," Jessi started concentrating on Kame and then saw a bar of chocolate resembling Piccolo's obsession for sweets. "You're thinking about Piccolo's chocolate obsession." She laughed.

 "Piccolo has a chocolate obsession? He better not be feeding any chocolate to my dear Gohan." Chi-Chi raved.

 "Oh, he wouldn't. He wouldn't even let us look at his secret stash so I doubt he'd be sharing." Mr. Popo said.

 "I'm bored. Can we go back now, father?" Jessi asked.

 "Okay." Vegeta said. The two walked off towards the edge of the 'floating island' and then jumped off. Vegeta stayed well in front of Jessi so she wouldn't get lost.

 "I don't think I made a good impression on everyone today." Jessi said once they got back to Capsule Corp.

 "Neither do I."

 "But I don't need friends here. I'm going home, soon."

 "Ah, the woman is thinking about not letting you go back." Vegeta said sheepishly.

 "Why?"

 "We think that your mother deliberately put the plane on autopilot because your ship was under attack and she didn't want you to die. If that's true, then she's probably dead."

 "W, what? My mummy can't be dead. She said that she would always be around when I didn't have any friends. She said that she would always be there for when I get older and make stupid mistakes. She can't be dead. She would be breaking her promise." Jessi said as tears brimmed in her eyes.

 "No one can stay around for forever."

 "Yes they can. Mummy can! She always will be there."

 "I felt the same way when my father died. My mother died when I was three weeks old and Frieza killed my father when I was six. I had to go back to my planet and see if anyone had survived and if anyone had, I had to start the kingdom all over again. You have to do that, too." Vegeta said as he pulled her into a hug.

 "You want to get rid of me?"

 "No, but this will help you learn and become tough. Just think, all those snobby little brats will be dead."

 "That was a cruel thing to say, father. I think I need to lie down for a while and process everything that would most likely include tears and tissues." Jessi said as she turned from Vegeta and started to climb up the stairs to the room that Bulma had given her for the moment. She got up there and then collapsed on her bed and started crying.

After ten minutes, Vegeta made his way upstairs to get changed into his training gear when he heard that Jessi was still crying. He went into the bathroom and grabbed a box of tissues and took them to Jessi's room. He knocked on the door and heard a tearful 'come in'. He walked in and sat on the bed next her and handed her the box. "These things happen." He said quietly.

 "Why would anyone want to kill them?"

 "Because they worked for Frieza and nobody liked Frieza. Will you be okay? I'm going to train now."

 "Sure. I'll be fine. I'll just take three more hours of crying before I'm ready to face the cruel, harsh world." She said in a poor attempt at humour.

 "Okay." Vegeta said. He walked out of the room and got changed in his training gear. Then he started his rigorous training. One hour into it, Bulma and Yamcha returned from their gathering. Vegeta, who was hungry decided to take this opportunity to get some lunch and get Jessi some, too. As far as he knew, she had been crying for an hour. He turned off the gravity machine and stormed into the house while Bulma was making a salad for lunch. "Where's my food?" he demanded as usual.

 "Come on, Vegeta. Give me a break. You know I've only been back for five minutes." Bulma snapped.

 "I'll give you a break, I'll break your legs if you don't hurry it up!"

 "Hey, cool it. Where's that daughter of yours? I want to meet her properly." Yamcha said as he tried to stop the fighting.

 "She's in the room that the Woman assigned her to. She's crying over the loss of her mother."

 "What? You told her?" Bulma screeched. "She's only six. How do you think she's going to take losing her mum?"

 "The same way I took losing my father." Vegeta snapped.

 "But she isn't used to death. I bet that she hasn't killed anyone."

 "So? She's a Saiyan and should get used to death."

 "She's half Saiyan and has been raised up by a human mother. She shouldn't be used to people she cares about dying. And she shouldn't go back. It would be devastating to see the destruction."

 "Are you willing to keep her here and take care of her? I don't have any time to. I'm too busy."

 "Too busy doing what? Eating and training?"

 "I just don't have time to be a father. I am going to have to beat Kakarot into the next dimension. Do you really think she won't be devastated seeing that destruction?"

 "I could take care of her. I'm great with kids." Yamcha said. "Bulma and I could adopt her as our own."

 "You will do nothing of the sort. I will not have my daughter being raised by a weakling human like you!" Vegeta snapped.

 "Vegeta's acting like a parent." Bulma laughed. "Now, we are having lunch, so have a shower and get changed so you don't smell like a pig and ruin our appetites."

 "I will not. You will just have to stand it and let me eat."

 "You listen to me, buddy. You are going to have a shower whether you like it or not!" Bulma snapped, poking him in the chest. "Upstairs. I'll grab some clothes for you and put them on your bed. Go, now."

 "You will not talk to me like that!"

 "Just do it or else there's no lunch or dinner and you wouldn't hurt me at all because Jessi likes me too much."

 "Uh, you're lucky she's here. If she wasn't, you and your pathetic mate would be dead." Vegeta groaned as he walked back upstairs to his bathroom, Bulma following him. "What do you think you're doing?"

 "I'm going to grab you some clothes."

 "Fine then." He said. He got into his bathroom and then into the shower, throwing his training shorts in the basket as Bunny had first told him to and locking the door. He could still hear Jessi's tears from her room. As much as he denied it, it did kinda hurt him to think that his only child was in so much pain. He could also hear the woman poking around in his room in an attempt to find some clothes for him to wear. Then he heard her come closer to the door. She knocked on it loudly.

 "Vegeta?" came her muffled voice from behind the locked door.

 "What, woman?" he groaned.

 "Where do you keep the clothes that mum and I bought you?"

 "I am not wearing those poor excuses of clothing. They make me look far too human!"

 "And that's a bad thing?"

 "Yes. My armour on the other hand is in my wardrobe towards the left."

 "What happened to the clothes?"

 "Look at the ash pile in the bin."

 "Why'd ya have to do that?"

 "Because I can and there was no way you'd get me in that." He said. He then heard Bulma leave the door and go out of the room. Seconds later, she returned, giggling. His heightened Saiyan hearing heard her put some clothes down on his bed and then walk back out.

Minutes later, he got out of the shower and flared his ki to dry himself. He walked out into his room with a towel around his waist, only to be shocked by the sight that lay on his bed.

 "WOMAN! I am NOT wearing a PINK shirt! There is NO way you are getting me into this! I demand a different shirt!" he yelled to the blue-haired woman who was helping her mother make lunch downstairs. He heard Bulma giggle and Yamcha laughing whole-heartedly before he heard Bulma race up the staircase. He stood with his arms crossed over his chest, awaiting her arrival.

 "Well, sorry Vegeta, but you're the one that decided to ruin all of the other shirts we bought for you. This was the only thing left in dad's closet." Bulma laughed. "And I am not having you wear that repulsive amour when we have guests around and when you aren't training."

 "You're lucky Jessi's here. If she weren't, then you'd be blasted to a million pieces by now. I guess I'll wear these today." He grumped as he picked up the pink shirt with 'Bad Boy' written on the back. He put it on and started to do up the buttons when he heard Bulma giggle again. "What now?"

 "It's bad when you can't even do up your own buttons properly." Bulma said as she examined the shirt that was now crooked. He groaned as she walked over to him and undid them and then did them up properly.

 "The last woman who did that was blasted to an oblivion." Vegeta said as she stepped back from him. "Leave my presence now so I can get changed."

 "Fine then." Bulma snapped as she walked out his door, closing it on the way out.

She started to walk down the hall to get to the stairs when she passed Jessi's room. She heard the little girl cry and opened the door to see Jessi sprawled out on the bed with her head in the pillows that she was hugging. Bulma sat down next to Jessi and pulled her onto her lap, allowing her to cry on her.

 "Shh, you can stay with us if you want. You can go back when you want to." Bulma said in an attempt to comfort her. She heard the slam of Vegeta's door as the arrogant Saiyan prince stormed out of his room. Her walked past Jessi's room and noticed that the door was opened. He walked back to it and saw Jessi crying in Bulma's lap. Bulma stroked Jessi's hair and 'shhed' her, rocking gently to calm her down. The scowl on Vegeta's face softened as he walked into the room and sat by Bulma on the bed. He reached out and touched his daughter on the head in his attempt of comforting her.

 "Do you want some lunch?" he asked Jessi quietly. She slowly shook her head from under Bulma and Vegeta's hands and wrapped her arms from around the pillows and put them around Bulma's waist as a hug. "You sure?"

 "Do you really expect her to talk?" Bulma snapped quietly. Then she heard Jessi's tears cease and her grip loosen as she pulled up from her lap and looked at the both of them.

 "I've cried for too long." She said quietly as she wiped the tears away from her face. She sat up and wrapped her tail neatly around her waist. "I'm sorry."

 "For what?" Bulma asked, confused.

 "I made you two get closer by using my mothers' death."

 "What?" Vegeta asked, clearly bewildered.

 "There's no way that you two'd be this close if it weren't for me crying. It seemed by fathers' high emotions that he was angry at something." Jessi said, reading the feelings coming from Vegeta.

 "Now he'll be angry at me again. I'm starting to hate this power of yours." Bulma said, causing Jessi to laugh.

 "What about?"

 "Use your powers." Bulma said cynically. Jessi focused on her father and then laughed.

 "You're embarrassed about wearing a pink shirt."

 "Embarrassment! You're embarrassed! Huh!" Bulma laughed at Vegeta who was developing some blush across his face. She saw him redden and fell off the bed laughing. "He's blushing, too!"

 "You should stop that now. He's getting angry." Jessi said seriously.

 "Are you coming downstairs for lunch or are you going to stay around here and mope?" Vegeta asked Jessi.

 "I'll come down for lunch."

 "Good." Bulma said. "It should be ready in a second."

 "Okay." Jessi said as she watched Bulma walk out of the room. "Why exactly are you wearing a pink shirt?"

 "The stupid woman wanted me to wear some human clothes when around her friends."

 "You listened to her and did as she asked? That isn't the Prince Vegeta mummy told me about. She's making you weak."

 "I am not weak."

 "But you feel for her."

 "What's that supposed to mean?"

 "It means that my daddy's in love." Jessi giggled.

 "He, I mean, I, am not. I do not feel for a weak woman."

 "Did you forget that I can read your mind? I can see into the deepest parts that you yourself do not know existed."

 "Spoken like true Saiyan Royalty. But you're wrong. I know every part of my mind and I know that no woman spoils my mind."

 "Very well put. But you're lying. I can read you like a book."

 "Can you read yet?"

 "Not exactly, but I'm getting there. You deli, uh, delibrerately…"

 "Deliberately."

 "Oh, yeah. That word. You delibrerately *Earns smirk from Vegeta.* changed the subject. You know you like her."

 "I tolerate her."

 "That's not the like I'm talking about. You feel about her more then you have another."

 "Child, you have your information all wrong."

 "No. I am right and you know it. You just repeat it to yourself so you think that you don't. All this is in your head."

 "Mind reading is off limits from now on in. Got it? I do not want you reading anyone's thoughts unless you are told by me or are asked to."

 "But that isn't fair. What if their thoughts are so loud that I can't help but hear them? It happens, you know?"

 "No, I don't know."

 "What about seeing into the future? That just pops up out of nowhere."

 "Talking about that, who's the mother of my child?"

 "I can't tell you that. It could endanger their being."

 "Are these rules that your mother has talked out with you?"

 "Yeah."

 "Thought so. Can't you just tell me something about her? Do I know her already?"

 "I told you that I couldn't tell."

 "Does that mean that you're not sure if I know her or not? Is she a human?"

 "Fine then. She is a human and she calls the son Trunks. You weren't around for the birth. You just left her a few months into the pregnancy. That wasn't too nice. Leaving a human woman all by herself to raise a Saiyan child. Not exactly the first time you've done it but."

 "That there is the worst language in the universe."

 "What?"

 "Having 'But' at the end of your sentences." (A/N: The majority of the students at my school say but at the end of their sentences. "It's mine, but." God I hate that.)

 "Sorry."

 "So my son gets called Trunks. And he's half human. Who is the mother?"

 "I can't tell you that."

 "Guys! Lunch's ready!" Bulma called from downstairs. Jessi jumped off the bed and ran out the door.

 "Oh, and I know that you want Bulma to be Trunks's mum." She said, popping her head back in the door. Vegeta ground his teeth together in anger and then followed Jessi downstairs.

 "You're wrong." He said once he sat down at the neatly spread table.

 "Wrong about what?" Bulma asked.

 "Chibi Gaki is wrong."

 "About what?"

 "Father-Daughter business." Jessi said.

 "If you were to have a child, say a son, what would you call him?" Vegeta asked Bulma.

 "Um, I think something like Trunks. Why?" Bulma asked. Vegeta froze and stared at her while Jessi giggled.

 "Tell me my thoughts are wrong, Chibi Gaki." Vegeta demanded.

 "You said I wasn't to read your mind."

 "It is but common sense on what I am thinking about."

 "If this is to find out who the mother to your child is, then I can't tell you if your thoughts are right or not."

 "And when did I get dragged into the conversation of Vegeta's child in the future?" Bulma asked.

 "Since she told me that my son is to be called Trunks."

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Okay, that did NOT go as planned! I'm getting to everything too soon! This story is going to be over before you know it! I hate that! Well, I hope some of you take that as a cliffhanger. I've never done one before. I've read heaps, but have never tried one. My sister, Amber Dream says that this is a great cliffy. I don't know. Review me and continue reading. No flames, though. I am far too sensitive for that.