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Gohan's head shot up, ruining the wonderful dream of Videl that was in progress. He felt someone's ki rise, Trunks' ki, but told himself that Trunks couldn't possibly possess that kind of power at the tender age of 8.

Fearing the worst, he got out of bed and walked down the hall to his parents bedroom to see if his father had felt it too, but, ran into Goku on the way.

"Did you feel it, too?" he asked his eldest son.

Gohan nodded. "It feels like Trunks. But Trunks can't have that kind of power, can he?"

"I don't know," Goku said. "But I don't think we have anything to worry about, whoever it is."

"Trunks is in trouble," they heard a voice say.

They looked down to see Goten looking up at them, looking adorable in his pajamas and clutching a blanket tightly, a sad expression on his usually cheerful face.

"How do you know, squirt?" Gohan asked.

"'Cause," he began. "I felt his ki rise. He never goes Super Saiyan unless he feels he can't win one of our sparring matches. I know him and Vegeta aren't sparring now 'cause it's nighttime, which means that he must be in trouble."

Goku and Gohan's eyes widened as they said together, "Trunks is a Super Saiyan?"

"Uh huh," Goten replied, wiping his eyes. "I'm worried about him. Can we go check out what's going on?"

"Sure," Goku said, smiling. "Don't worry about it. I'm sure Trunks is ok. But we'll go anyway, just to make sure."

Goten smiled, feeling reassured in his best friend's well-being now that his dad said he would be ok. He ran into his room and got dressed in his gi that was almost identical to his father's while Gohan and Goku did the same and soon they were flying off into the night towards Capsule Corporation.

Satan Mansion
Videl couldn't go to sleep. She had a weird feeling in her stomach that wouldn't let her rest. Then she realized it wasn't a stomach ache, she was feeling someone's ki rise. But due to the fact that she was still learning to master this technique, it was taking her awhile to figure out who's ki it was. All she knew was that she didn't like it, it just didn't feel right.

- Gohan will know, I'm sure.-

She quickly got dressed in her usual oversized white T-shirt and black shorts and flew out of her window towards Gohan's ki, a ki that she was all too familiar with of course.

C.C.
Kumberelle stood wide eyed at the lavender haired, well, formerly lavender haired boy at the foot of Bulma's bed. His appearance frightened her for some odd reason. It was so unexpected to have an encounter with a child that already knew how to become a Super Saiyan that it left her, somewhat, in a state of shock.

"What do you think you're doing in my house?" Trunks asked, sounding so intimidating and adult-like that it sent chills down the Saiyan woman's spine.

Just then, Vegeta burst through the door. Surveying the scene in front of him, he didn't even have to ask what was going on. There stood his son, a Super Saiyan, Kumberelle at Bulma's bedside, and Bulma laying there, probably confused. He saw a sword in pieces, the final piece of the puzzle, which put the whole situation in perspective.

He was somewhat shocked to find that his 8 year old son could already master the technique it took him so long to master, but that quickly changed to pride with a matching smirk to go with it.

Kumberelle's expression widened his smirk. To see the fear in her eyes that his child created, a mere child, was priceless. He saw the fright in his wife's eyes and quickly changed his emotion to anger.

"What are you doing here?" Vegeta growled at Kumberelle. "How dare you try to hurt my family!"

Bulma, finally understanding the whole situation she was in, got out of bed and flung herself at Vegeta, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. To her surprise, he didn't push her away. He gently held her, still maintaining his menacing glare at Kumberelle.

"You will pay for what you tried to do," Trunks said, stating what Vegeta was about to say at that moment, making him smirk at how much they were alike.

"Yes," Vegeta agreed. "You will pay. What made you do such a thing?"

~ I guess this means you aren't going with her to rule that planet, are you?~ Bulma said, or rather thought, to Vegeta.

~ Of course not. I wasn't going even if she didn't pull this stunt. My power level would go down horrendously if I left because I'd be without my mate, and it looks like the brat needs some good training... I couldn't just leave now. ~

Bulma smiled. She knew that was his way of saying that he loved his family. ~ I love you, Vegeta.~

~ I know, woman.~

Kumberelle lowered her head in defeat, feeling ashamed, like the little girl she used to be whenever the King had approached her. Realizing this, she lifted her head up and tried to be as confident as she was when she approached Vegeta earlier.

She was about to speak when the Son men, better known as Goku, Gohan, and Goten, flew into the open window that she'd used to break into the Briefs' home.

"Kakarrot!" Vegeta exclaimed. "What are you and your brats doing here?"

Again someone else was interrupted before they could answer Vegeta's question because of someone flying through the window. This time, Goku was interrupted by Videl flying in.

"Oh great," Vegeta said, sarcastically. "Now Kakarrot's eldest brat's mate is here."

"She's not my mate, your royal shortness," Gohan growled, then turned to Videl. "You felt the ki, too?"

"Yeah," she replied. "Who was it?"

"Trunks."

"Trunks?"

"Trunks," Vegeta repeated. "Why would you think any different? After all, he is my son."

Vegeta smirked as everyone else but Kumberelle rolled their eyes. Vegeta's ego just kept getting bigger and bigger every second.

Kumberelle examined the new comers, especially the one Vegeta called Kakarrot. She figured the boys must be his children, half breeds like Vegeta's boy.

- I wonder if they can go Super Saiyan too. If so, I just might be in deep shit.-

As if he felt Kumberelle's gaze upon him, Goku looked in her direction. Looking her up and down, naturally the feature that seemed to jump out at him was her furry, 5th appendage, also known as a tail.

- She's a Saiyan?- "Vegeta, who is this?" he asked, pointing at her.

Vegeta then began to retell Kumberelle's story that she'd told him before, including the proposal that she'd made to him, and the incident that had just occurred moments ago. He also told them about her incredible mental power, warning them of her mind reading capabilities. He didn't leave not a single thing out, making most of the people in the room realize why Trunks' ki rose.

"So," Vegeta said, turning to Kumberelle. "How is it that I can't sense your ki?"

"The earrings shield my full ki," she replied. "I must've failed to mention that earlier."

Vegeta nodded. "You do understand you are not leaving this planet alive now that you've attempted to murder my wife?"

"I figured so. May I ask that the bout be set for Saturday. I think I need some time to train."

Vegeta smirked, thinking that she was so afraid that she wanted to postpone her date with death. "Very well. Saturday at 2:00."

"Fine," Kumberelle replied and flew off to wherever it was that she stayed at.

"Vegeta," Goku said. "Are you sure that you can handle her?"

Vegeta grunted. "Of course, Kakarrot. She's a female Saiyan and I'm sure she has no idea how to transform into Super Saiyan. That's why she looked so scared when the brat transformed."

"That might be, Vegeta," Goku said. "But she also has that awesome mind power. And she's going to have to take off those ki shields to fight you, making you more vulnerable to one of her outburst things."

Vegeta was silent for a moment. He hadn't thought of that. It would make it much more easily for her to defeat him if she went off the wall like she had been doing. But of course Vegeta, the mighty Prince of the Saiyans, wasn't about to admit that he might be facing defeat. Vegeta may have been a prince, but he was also a king. The king of arrogance.

"I can handle it, Kakarrot," Vegeta said. "I am the Prince of Saiyans. Besides, I know you and your brats are going to be there trying to interfere, just as you always have been. And my brat will there too, I'm sure."

He smirked at his son, earning a similar smirk from him.

"You bet," Goku said, then turned to his sons. "We better get going. Your mom's probably worried about us."

Gohan nodded, barely able to do anything else. He was so sleepy, it was hard for him to get up from the chair that he was in. Of course having Goten and Videl nuzzled up to him, both asleep, didn't help either.

He woke up Goten first, whom his father picked up, and was about to wake up Videl, but decided not to. She looked like and angel to him when she was asleep.

"I'm going to take Videl home," Gohan said. "I'll catch up to you guys later."

Goku smirked and whispered in his son's ears, "Try to control yourself when you're in her bedroom, Gohan. I don't want to be a grandfather prematurely."

Gohan just grunted and flew out of the window, followed by Goku.

Vegeta picked up his sleeping wife from the chair she was in and laid her gently in their bed. He looked at her sleeping form for awhile, trying not to smile. Then he looked up and noticed that Trunks was about to leave.

"Wait, brat," Vegeta whispered, so he didn't wake up Bulma. He walked over to his son and added, "How long have you been able to transform?"

Trunks shrugged. "I don't know. A while now."

"How did it happen?"

"Well, me and Goten were sparring and when I felt like I would lose the match, I just transformed accidentally and won."

"Does Kakarrot's 2nd brat know how to transform?"

"Yeah. He transformed after me though, maybe a couple months after."

Vegeta smirked. - Looks like I've beaten Kakarrot, finally. In a way...- "How did you know that Kumberelle was here if you can't feel her ki?" he asked his son.

"I was worried about mom," Trunks answered. "You guys were acting funny today and I had a feeling she had something to do with it. So I snuck into you guys' room and sat in a chair so I could be on guard. I had my ki pushed down so she couldn't feel it."

"You're going to need some training, brat. Starting tomorrow. I'm waking you up bright and early, so you better hurry up and get some sleep."

Trunks stifled a groan. The last thing he wanted to do was train with his father, but with the upcoming battle between him and Kumberelle on his mind, he decided he better jump on the chance to spend time with him. He had a weird feeling that this battle would be his father's last, a feeling he couldn't ignore.

"Ok, dad," Trunks said, or rather yawned. "I'll see you in the morning."

Satan Mansion
As Gohan flew into Videl's open window, she began to stir, but Gohan didn't notice. Not wanting to ruin a chance to be in Gohan's arms, Videl pretended to be asleep. He gently placed her into her bed and pulled her covers up to her chin. He knelt down at her bed, watching her for awhile. He wanted to kiss her so bad, and it took all his energy not to.

He sighed. "I hate not being able to tell you how I feel, Videl. But maybe, one day, you'll know the truth." (A/N: God, I write cheesy...)

He got up, and flew out of the window, just as Videl's head popped up. She cocked her eyebrow in confusion and curiosity.

- How he feels about what? The truth about what? I thought Gohan told me all his secrets. This must be big if he hasn't told me yet. But what could be bigger than him being alien or him saving the world from Cell?- Videl laid back down and snuggled in her covers. - This is seriously going to bother me...-

Kumberelle's Domain
The next morning, or rather earlier that morning, Kumberelle began her training. She could hardly concentrate though because the thought of death wouldn't leave her mind. She tried hard to focus on victory, but the possibility of defeat made her nervous. Her Saiyan instincts would not kick in, which was scaring her even more. If she couldn't be confident while training, how could she confident on the battlefield?

And what really confused her was why she was worried in the first place. She was the strongest female Saiyan and she always had her intelligence to help her during battle, so why did she feel like this would be her last battle?

Two words: Super Saiyan. She was deathly terrified of fighting a Super Saiyan. When she had a vision of Vegeta ascending to that level, she could feel his power growing, and continue to grow with every enemy he fought after that, and it scared her that someone could be so powerful. She had tried so hard to go to the next level after that, for over 7 years she tried, but she just couldn't, which made her feel ashamed to be a Saiyan at all, especially after encountering a Super Saiyan child. If a child could become a Super Saiyan with ease, why couldn't she? How could she win the battle if a mere child could possibly surpass her?

Another thing bothered her as well, her telekinetic powers. She'd had to take off her earrings to fight so that she could use her ki, which would make her, along with any other bystanders, vulnerable to the results of one of her outbursts. She didn't know what she was capable of any more, her power hadn't gotten out of control in years. She just knew that as she got stronger, her outbreaks got more catastrophic. They caused more lives and more damage to the planet that she was on at the time, and to herself at times. She was afraid that something terrible would happen if she had another outburst, and she didn't know if fighting Vegeta was a good idea. She wanted to just leave, to get in her spaceship and head to that planet and rule it by herself, to forget about Vegeta and everything she had encountered in her short visit to the planet Earth. But she knew she couldn't just forget Vegeta, she had a strange mental link with him that was indestructible, and leaving would prove that she was a coward, something a Saiyan hated more than getting beaten.

Kumberelle descended from the air where she was training and stretched out her right arm, keeping her fingers on her left hand on her forehead. She closed her eyes, focusing on her task, her hair and gi waving in the wind in the process. Her arm began to glow a brilliant red and she began to shake from concentrating too hard.

- C'mon, Kumberelle- she told herself. - Do this.... you did it last night, you can do it again. C'mon.... focus....-

A sword began to appear slowly in her right hand, glowing red as well. (A/N: Ok, I kind of ripped off this technique from a character from X-Men, so I'll disclaim this as well. God, I'm just not creative, am I?) She opened her eyes and smiled. Success.

The red glow faded away, and she immediately went into a fighting stance, the sword now gripped tightly in both hands, just to see how it felt. She then rose again into the air and resumed her training with her new sword.

A few days pass...
Friday. For some it was just another day. For others, like Kumberelle, Gohan, and Videl, it came all too soon. For Videl, it reminded her that the next day was a certain anniversary that she'd like to forget. For Kumberelle, it meant that she only had one day until the ultimate battle between herself and the prince of her race. One day that might be her last. And for Gohan, the feeling was similar. Friday meant death, in a way. Friday was his date with Lucy.

That day at school was the worst for Gohan. Everything seemed to go way too fast for his liking. And to top it all off, Lucy would not leave him alone all day (not that she left him alone any other day that week). She showed up at every one of his classes, even when he tried to ditch her. She even made him sit with her at lunch, leaving Videl to eat with Sharpner and Erasa, which left a pretty pissed off Satan. It was torture to see himself in someone other than Videl's arms, as it was for Videl to see Gohan in such predicament. But he kept telling himself that as soon as the date was over, he was going to find Videl and tell her his true feelings. But knowing himself, he figured he would chicken out again.

For Vegeta, Friday meant a lot of things. It was the day before his battle with Kumberelle and last day of his training with his son. He had enjoyed spending time with his son, seeing where he was at in his fighting techniques and how strong he really was. Trunks proved impressive to his father, making him even more proud to have a son than he already was. But of course, he'd never admit that to anyone else.

Friday also meant that it might be the last day to spend with his family. He didn't know why, but he felt like life was precious all of a sudden, and that he needed to prove to his family that he loved them. But they know that. Don't they? He hoped so.

Son Residence
Gohan leaned back in his desk chair, procrastinating. He really didn't want to go on his date, which was in an hour. All he wanted to do was see Videl, to hear her laughing with him, to see her smile. With Lucy constantly on his heels, Videl seemed to have been avoiding him the past few days. It depressed him. Videl was his best friend and he needed to have a friend more than anything right then because of what he was feeling: nervousness.

His dread of the night during the school day had turned into nervousness and fright. He wanted to talk to his father, but decided that maybe it would be best to be alone. He needed to start solving his own problems sometime.

He got up from his chair, deciding that it was time to get ready for his date with "the devil", and made his way to the shower. After getting out, he got dressed in some khakis and an oversized shirt to hide his muscles, then splashed on some cologne. While he was combing through his spiky hair and examining himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but smile. This girl thought the world of him, and she wasn't ugly or disabled or anything. And she wanted to go out with him. Him, Son Gohan. His very first date was taking place in a half hour. He couldn't help but feel pride for himself. Well, maybe pride wasn't the word for it. He was as conceited as Lucy was at this moment.

His conceit made him nod his head and hum the tune to Outkast's, "So Fresh, So Clean." He did a spinning turn and then headed out of the bathroom door, doing a pimp type of walk while the words began to escape his mouth.

"Ain't nobody dope as me," he began to sing as he headed to the fridge. "I'm dressed so fresh, so clean. So fresh and so clean, clean. Don't you think I'm so sexy, I'm dressed so fresh, so clean. So fresh and so clean, clean."

"Gohan?" Chichi said, looking up from the pot of steamed rice she was cooking. "What on Earth are you talking about?"

Gohan looked up from the open refrigerator door, grinned, and scratched the back of his head. "It's just a song, Mom."

Chichi cocked an eyebrow then returned her attention to the food she was cooking, mumbling something about teenagers and their strange taste in music.

Goku smiled from his seat at the table. "Looks like someone's excited about their date?"

"DATE?" Chichi asked, appalled. "My baby boy's going on his first date and no one told me?"

"Mom," Gohan groaned, while sneaking the death glare at his father for blabbing. "It's not that big a deal."

"Not a big deal??!!" Chichi exclaimed, slamming her spoon on the stove. "How can my oldest son's first date not be a big deal? You could marry this girl! Oh I can see it now. The invitations will read, 'You are cordially invited to the wedding of Son Gohan and Videl Satan' Oh, and the grandchildren!!!!"

"The date's not with Videl, Chi," Goku said for Gohan.

Chichi looked confused. "Gohan, why would you go out with someone other than your girlfriend? I thought I raised you better than that! Explain, young man." She put her hands on her hips as she waited for his answer.

"Well, it's a long story," Gohan said, rubbing his sensitive ears that were now soar because of Chichi's loud voice. "But I have to go or else I'll be late. See ya."

Gohan hurried out of the door and called for the yellow Nimbus cloud to escape any further interrogation.

"I'll tell you the whole story later, Chi," Goku said to his wife. "It's a long story, just like he said."

The Cineplex
Gohan arrived at the Cineplex with 5 minutes to spare. -Great, now I don't have to wait too long.-

He stood outside the theatre patiently, half of him still conceited and wanting to see this girl that was so crazy about him, and his other half, the side of Gohan that we all know and love, hated the fact that he was going on a date with someone he barely knew, someone he had no feelings for in the first place. His nervousness was worse than the kind he felt his first time on the battlefield.

About another 15 minutes had past and still no sign of Lucy. Another 10 minutes after that, still no Lucy. An hour after he arrived, no Lucy. Looks like this bitch isn't going to show.

Sighing, half in relief and half in disappointment, Gohan headed back to his house, on foot this time, wanting to take some time to think. It was hard to describe what he was feeling. He hated being stood up, yes, but it was a relief not being able to see her or to have her hanging all over him like she had during that school week. It also hurt to be rejected, a feeling he couldn't shake no matter what other feelings that were inside him.

And so he walked, for probably an hour before he realized that he was in the wrong direction. He turned around, but stopped when he saw a familiar raven-haired head walking in the park. Using his keen, Saiyan sense of sight, he could see that it was Videl, and by her ki, he could tell that she was upset.

Gohan practically flew over to her. Sensing him, she didn't even turn to see him when she muttered a hello.

"Wait, a minute," Videl said, now turning to him. "Aren't you supposed on a date with Lucy?" She said her name with animosity, but Gohan ignored it.

"Yeah," Gohan said in response. "But she stood me up."

"What?! I thought she liked you so much? I mean, she couldn't even take her eyes nor her hands off of you at school all week! What the hell? Oh my Dende, I'm going to kill that bitch on Monday! Nobody hurts my friends and gets away with it! I'm Videl Satan, damn it!"

"It's ok, Videl. Calm down."

"No! It's not ok. Why are you taking this so well, anyway?"

Gohan sighed and scratched his head. "In a way, I'm sort of relieved. I was really nervous about it and Lucy's not all that great once you get to know her."

Videl stifled back a laugh. - Not shit, Gohan.-

"She's so conceited," Gohan added. "And she's a little stupid if you ask me."

Videl laughed. "Gohan, you have no room to talk."

Gohan frowned. "I'm not stupid. I just lack.... common sense."

They both laughed and took a seat on one of the park benches.

"I needed a good laugh," Videl said. "Today hasn't been a good day."

"I noticed," Gohan replied. "What's got you down?"

Videl sighed. - Do I want to tell him this? I might as well, even though it hurts to retell it. He told me all his secrets, I might as well tell him this. It's not nearly as big as what he's told me.-

"Well," Videl started. "It's about my mom. I know I haven't told you much about her, but it's just that her death really hurts me to talk about. You see, the anniversary of her death is tomorrow."

Gohan's eyes widened slightly. "Wow, Videl. I'm so sorry. How did she die?"

"She died..." Videl started, feeling the tears well up in her eyes. "She died in a car crash. I was.... I don't know.... maybe about 6 or 7 when it happened..." Now she couldn't control her tears, and Gohan just held her in his arms, letting her cry into his chest. "I promised myself I wouldn't cry again.... I promised myself...."

"It's ok to cry, Videl," Gohan said, stroking her hair. "Just let it out."

So the two of them sat there, Videl crying relentlessly and Gohan gently soothing her, like a good friend would. They sat there for a about a half hour when Videl finally calmed down.

"I'm sorry," Videl said, wiping her tears. "I didn't even tell you the whole story. I'm sorry for crying all over you like that."

"It's ok," Gohan said. "What are friends for?" - So much for telling her how I feel about her...-

Videl smiled. "So, are you going to watch Vegeta's fight with that one girl tomorrow?"

"Well, I thought I was. But you just gave me a better idea of what to do tomorrow."

"Oh really? What's that?"

"Well, I was thinking. Since you obviously miss your mom a lot, why don't we bring her back?"

"Are you saying that we collect the Dragonballs and wish her back?"

"Yep."

Videl jumped on Gohan and hugged him tightly. "Oh thank you, Gohan! This means so much to me!"

Gohan blushed. "Uh, it's no problem, Videl."

Videl broke the hug and stood up. "So, I'll meet you at your house early tomorrow morning, ok? I want to get an early start."

Gohan stood up too. "Ok, sounds good."

Videl smiled, the first time the whole week. They walked in silence to the Satan Mansion, each excited about the adventure they'd start the next day, Videl more excited than Gohan of course.

She leaned over and kissed Gohan on the cheek. "Thanks for being such a good friend, Gohan. I appreciate it. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Gohan blushed furiously for the second time that night. "It's.... no big deal.... really."

Videl smiled and waved a goodbye before disappearing into her house and up to her room. She jumped onto her bed, too happy for words to describe. - I finally get to see my mom again. Just when I thought things were the worst they could be, I get my mom back. Now all I need is Gohan, and everything will be perfect.-

C.C.
Vegeta awoke early that Saturday morning to get some last minute training in, without Trunks. He felt like he needed to catch up because "the brat held him back". But when he got into the Gravity Room, he suddenly didn't feel like training, possibly the first time in his life that he didn't want to. He just leaned against the wall deep in thought, once again rethinking the life that he'd lived and how much he changed. The thought of leaving his family forever crossed his mind again, so he decided to do something so that his family would know that he loved them, in case he never got a chance to say it.

He ran out of the G.R. and down to the nearest store. Scanning through the aisles, he decided on what to buy the two members of his family quicker than he thought it would take. He knew his family better than he thought.

He took the items up to the counter for the cashier to ring them up, like he'd seen these inferior Earthlings do before.

"Ok, sir," a cheerful blonde woman said to Vegeta. "That'll be $ 255. 95 (A/N: Just a random price that popped into my head, it doesn't matter what it really might be, now does it?)."

"$255.95?" Vegeta repeated.

The blonde girl nodded, and Vegeta just stared at her like she was retarded, which she most likely was, after all, she was a blonde (A/N: No offense to any blondes that might be reading this. It's just that all the blondes I know are dumbasses).

"I'm not paying for that," Vegeta said, finally. "I am the Prince of all Saiyans! I will not pay for anything!"

The blonde woman cocked her head to side in confusion. "Uh, that you may be, sir, but like you still must pay for the items you want to purchase, just like everyone else."

Vegeta snorted, ki blasted the cash register, and said, "Pay for that" before exiting the store with his items.

The woman was so stunned that she didn't even bother to report the incident to the police. She just shrugged her shoulders and continued to act like the ditzy blonde that she was to the rest of the customers.

Vegeta walked back into the house and set each of the items that he "bought" in areas where Bulma and Trunks could see them when they woke up. He scribbled a note to go with each one, and left the house in search of Kumberelle so that they could possibly fight a little earlier than originally scheduled. He didn't know whether or not he would be able to find her because of her ki shields, he just wanted an excuse to leave the house.

Trunks awoke minutes later and crawled out of bed, groggily. He walked over to the door, but stopped when he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Next to his bed was a Playstation 2 with a note attached to it. The note read:

Brat,
I've noticed that all those human brats seem to like these game contraptions, so I decided to pick one up for you. You have been a good training partner, and you deserve this. And I wanted to let you know, that I'm proud of you.

- Your father

Trunks smiled and immediately went to hook up his new game console in his room.

Bulma woke up a few minutes later and noticed that Vegeta was gone. - Must be training.-

She put on her robe and was about to go start on breakfast when she noticed something different about her dresser. She walked over to it, her eyes still focusing. She picked up the object in front of her and smiled when she finally saw what it was.

- Who would give me a dozen roses?- (A/N: Remember, this is Vegeta. He's not human, he wouldn't normally be all nice and stuff. And why do women like those things? I mean, I'm a girl and everything, but I would be like, "What the fuck is this shit?" if someone gave me roses, but I'm not normal, so... yeah... stop reading this worthless Author's Note!)

She picked up the note next to it which read:

Woman,
I decided to do something nice for you and the brat, since I haven't before, so I got you each a gift. I heard all those human women go crazy over these things, why I will never understand, but I got you some anyway. Also, I've already left for my battle with Kumberelle, and I wanted to let you know, that I love you, woman.

- Vegeta

Bulma was filled with both surprise and happiness after she read the note. She wiped away a tear that had escaped from her eyes and went to the kitchen to start breakfast as she normally would, when part of the letter registered in her mind: I've already left for my battle.

- Oh, Dende. Please protect him.... Please.-

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