A Permanent Fusion Vegeta's Pure Blooded Daughter

Vegeta sighed as he walked up to his room. It had been a while since he got a good workout, and he was feeling rather pleased about it. He grinned at the thought of reaching an even better level…if there was one. Nothing could spoil this mood…well, maybe that screeching onna of his and his purple haired brat. But he had made sure he had avoided them, as he wanted to keep the happy and pleasant feeling. He liked it. If he wasn't royalty, he may have acted like he was on a sugar high. But something was about to make him lose that mood.

Vegeta walked into his room, shutting the door behind him before he let out a relieved and happy sigh. He turned around…and almost screamed if he hadn't quickly clamped his hands over his mouth. He stood facing the bed, staring wide-eyed at a strange bundle. Maybe it was his clothes that the onna had washed? But something in the pit of his stomach said different. He inched closer, as though the 'thing' was dangerous and was going to pounce on him if he moved too fast. He slowly looked over, and saw a pretty baby girl lying in a bundle of white blankets. He could only see her face, but he could tell it was feminine. She was fast asleep, breathing deeply, her little chest heaving up and down. Her cheeks looked dry, as though she had just been crying.

Vegeta didn't know why, but he felt very attracted to this child [1]. It was like he knew her from somewhere. Suddenly, she began to stir. He jumped back in surprise, trying to get out of view from the chibi. Her little eyes opened and she blinked a couple of times, taking register of where she was.

'Who is she? Where did she come from??' Vegeta wondered. The chibi stopped blinking and turned her head in his direction. 'How did she know I was here?!' he thought, very freaked out. He thought she was going to scream, or worse…cry! That's all Trunks did when he was a chibi. And she looked like she was just over a month old. But she didn't make a sound; she just lay and looked at Vegeta.

"Jaa!" she finally muttered. He frowned when he realised he was still backed up against the wall.

"Baka…" he muttered to himself, mentally chastising himself for getting so jumpy. "It's just a baby!"

Vegeta came closer, watching the baby as she stared back at him. He frowned, and eerily enough, she gave him the same frown in return. He shook off the funny feeling and stood over her.

'Who's child is this?' he wondered. 'The onna and I haven't been active since Trunks…and the only other person I had ever…was…' the memories of him and his mate flooded his mind. All those happy memories…why did he leave him? Vegeta had done everything to keep him happy so that he would never leave him! He even proclaimed the dreaded phrase he hadn't even uttered to the woman who had bore his son! The chibi looked back up at him, and looked very remorseful all of a sudden. Vegeta noticed this and furrowed his brow. 'Strange…the moment I felt that same pang of sadness, she got sad too. Maybe I just looked sad…' but he knew he had masked his face from all emotions when those thoughts came back to taunt him.

"You must be some other child. Maybe one of the workers couldn't keep their child at home…"

'Come on! That is the worst excuse I ever heard!'

'Well, then you try better!'

'This child is an orphan…how about that?'

'Kisama!' Vegeta cursed himself for thinking something like that. Even though he didn't act like such a nice person, he had a heart of gold on the inside.[2] When he looked again, the chibi was sitting up and holding a letter in one hand, smoothing out the wrinkles she had formed when she slept on it.

"What's that?" Vegeta took the letter from her hand with little effort. She quirked her head to one side. Vegeta took his eyes off her for a second as he read the letter.

To Vegeta, the Saiyan no Ouji

I know what you're probably thinking. You're probably wondering what a baby is doing on your bed. I shall be brief and get straight to the point: this child is your daughter. No joke, no kidding. No lies, no deception and no bribing. She is your child, as well as mine.

Her name is Gojita. She is a full-blooded saiyan no oujo. Her birthday is on the 13th of May. The doctors said she was blood type AB.

Of the little there is, I also think that she'll grow up to be something like you, both in personality and figure wise. You were always the dominant one.

Vegeta, I know it'll be hard for you to understand and accept that she really is your daughter…but she is! All Saiyans have a psychic link with their child…that is, if the child is pure saiyan. You never had a psychic link with Trunks, so that way, it'll be proved that she is your daughter…pure breed saiyan as well.

Well, even if you believe that, you'll also wonder why I have left her in your care. Well, truth is, I really don't know what to do. I know it's unfair of me to just leave her there, but I was never good at making decisions when it came to stuff like this, and you knew it. And also, it would be unfair if I kept her and you never knew about her. I mean, not acknowledging MY existence is fair, especially after the way I treated you. But she IS your daughter, and you have nothing against her…or at least, you should.

Whether you voice her existence to your family is entirely up to you. She is now in your hands.

I know you will take care of her.

PS. Train her well!

Vegeta finished the letter, and when he pulled his face away from it, it was a cross between pale, shocked, surprised and frightened. His daughter? He never knew he had another child…let alone a full-blooded saiyan female to mate with! The only other person was…no, it couldn't be! He was male! But after all the things he had heard on his planet, all the rumors, it could fit. Vegeta looked back down to Gojita. Gojita was currently engaged in hugging the orange and blue gi that she was lying on top of, whimpering slightly. Vegeta immediately understood, even if he was still a little uncertain that it was so.

"Gojita…?" he whispered. The tiny chibi looked up at him, as though she was asking him 'what?' Vegeta looked her up and down. Yes…he could see the resemblance. Her face was like a female and softer version of him, and her height would definitely be due to his genes. But she definitely had her kaasan's hair…even if it was long instead of short and spiked, but her fringe was just like his. Her tail was long and a sleek black, and was lying limp and curled up around her waist. He thought she might be scared of him. But when he tried the psychic link and took a peek into her mind, he saw that she wasn't scared, but was very sad that kaasan had left her. On the other hand, she was quite happy to be with her tousan.

Vegeta sat next to her and sighed.

"What am I going to do?" he muttered to himself. "I can't tell the onna…she'll have both me and her head on a golden platter! No, more realistically, she'll kick me out of the house." He ran the thought through his head for a couple of times. "What am I going to do…damn you!" he cursed. When he looked down to rest his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands, he saw Gojita crawl up on his lap. She grabbed the top of his armor and pulled herself up to face him. She looked up at him, the wrapped her tiny arms and long tail around his waist, pulling herself close to him. Vegeta's heart softened at this gesture, and hugged her in return. Gojita looked back up at him with eyes that seemed to speak to him.

'So…what's going to happen now?' they asked. Vegeta thought about it.

"Well, seeing as if I tell that onna she'll kick me clear out the house…I won't. But I'll move out anyway, as I don't think I can raise you here!" Gojita smiled up at him.

'Okay! I'm proud of you!' He smiled at Gojita. He held her close again.

"I'll move out, and then I can raise you just the way a saiyan should be raised…and the way I've always wanted to raise my child." Gojita blurbed and chirped as she reached for the gi that was left on the bed.

~Later that night~

"Why do you want to move out?" Bulma asked. She hadn't the foggiest why he wanted to leave Capsule Corp.

"Well, let's face it onna, things aren't exactly 'normal' around here." He said with the usual bite in his voice. "What with you in your lab, tinkering with those gadgets all day, then going up to your bedroom with that hentai scar face…"

"His name's Yamcha!" she blurted out, then quickly covered her mouth with her hands. Vegeta's facial expression didn't change.

"That's what I said. And we don't really seem to acknowledge the existence of one another."

"And what about Trunks?"

"Keep him."

"Nani?"

"He's your son. You wanted him, and I know you most certainly won't let me take him with me." He furrowed his brow. "And I'm most certainly not going to stay here for his sake!" Bulma nodded her head slowly. Vegeta wanted out of the relationship, and she could understand why. It seemed as though he had known about her affair with Yamcha for a long time.

'Maybe that's why he and Goku spent so much time together…because I was ignoring him.' She recalled all the times she spent with Yamcha and Trunks, not really acknowledging Vegeta's presence, even though they lived in the same house. She felt…almost guilty about it. The only reason why she had an affair with Yamcha was because she missed him, and Vegeta was too busy training to pay much attention to her.

"Fine." She said. "I'll give you a house in the forest near the lake. It's very close to the city. And I presume you'll be taking the gravity room with you?" He nodded. "Fine, when will you move out?"

"Tomorrow." He answered. She nodded. "Now, I'm going up to pack." Bulma watched as Vegeta walked up the stairs. She liked him, she really did! But she guessed it wasn't enough as she had done what she had.

~Later~

Vegeta placed a spitting Gojita on the desk as he looked through the bookshelf.

"I know that onna has books on baby care! Her mother made her buy it for her!" he grumbled as his eyes wandered over titles of those corny romance novels Bulma reads. Gojita sat on the desk and fiddled with a stress ball Bulma had on her desk. She squished it into different shapes and was giggling happily. Vegeta smiled proudly as he glanced at her over his shoulder.

"Just like his kaasan…ah! Here we go!" he pulled out a couple of baby books from the shelf and began to flip through them, checking to see which ones were the most useful. He knew that these books were used to deal with ningen babies, not saiyan chibis! But all the same, things like diaper changing and feeding were very important! After picking a few books he found very useful, he stole back to his room with Gojita still squishing the stress ball into odd shapes.

Vegeta found he didn't have to pack much. There was just his gi, jeans, underwear, sneakers and a couple of shirts. Gojita didn't have much either. She reluctantly parted with the stress ball, but utterly refused to part with the orange and blue gi.

"Come on, Gojita!" he pleaded. "I can get you a new and even better gi!" Truth was, Vegeta knew to whom the gi belonged to, and he didn't want to think about that person. But she obstinately refused!

"Nah!" she said, shaking her head.

"Gojita…let go of it now!" he hissed, losing his patience. That was usually what he had to do in order to get Trunks to do something he wanted, as he was very scary when he threatened you! But she frowned. Vegeta froze, as he knew what she was about to do. Her dark eyes clearly said;

'Do that again…and I'll make myself heard!' she was getting ready to scream when he quickly clamped his hand over her small mouth.

"Okay! Okay! Fine, you can take the damn thing with you!" she smiled back up at him and continued to clasp tightly to the gi. Vegeta sighed. "Maybe you're not so much your kaasan as you are me!" he commented. She looked up at him, giggled and fell over to her side. Vegeta couldn't help but grin as he continued to pack. He put everything in a backpack before standing back up. "Well, that's that done, now. Gojita." She looked up at him to show he had her full attention. "You stay here. And don't make a noise." She said nothing, but her happy chirping probably meant:

'Okay!' Vegeta made his way down to Bulma. She was sitting at the kitchen table, worrying about what she was going to tell Trunks after Vegeta left.

"Onna," she looked up and saw him standing in the doorway of the kitchen. She had thought of seducing Vegeta into staying, but with that hard look in his eyes, it was obvious whatever she wanted to do would not change his mind.

"Yes, Vegeta?" she asked. After their little conversation, it finally hit her that he was going to leave.

"Give me the address of this house. I want to leave as soon as possible tomorrow." He stated. Bulma nodded.

"I've left it all there." She nodded toward the counter. He walked over and inspected him them before giving his nod of approval.

"Fine." Before he had managed to exit, he heard her voice behind him.

"Don't go!" He turned and faced her. She had tears in her eyes and was pleading him to stay. Two years ago, he would have given in and agreed to stay, but that was before he had finally given into the feelings of true love for his mate. And besides…she was the one who was cheating on him!

"Hmph! You should've thought about this before you decided to force a child out of me and then go run back to that scar faced yaro!" he snapped.

"But…you can't leave Trunks!" she wailed. "He needs a father!"

"Well you got the one out of me! You can use the other kisama as the father!" all the anger that he had stored up was threatening to break loose, but he held it in, for Gojita's sake and for his sanity. He walked out the kitchen, leaving a sobbing Bulma.

On his return to his room, he quickly took a peek into his son's room. Trunks was lying fast asleep. Vegeta knew that one-day, he'd grow up into a handsome young man. But while he was around, he knew that he'd make the child a bit of a brat through his training. He had learnt that mistake. He smiled proudly. He knew it wasn't Trunks's fault that he was leaving, and it wasn't Gojita's or his mate's. It wasn't even because of Bulma's affair. He had fallen in love with him the first time he ever laid eyes on him. It's just Bulma's affair pushed them closer together. He had always been in love with him…always!

"Goodbye Trunks." He whispered.

When he got back to his room, he was surprised to see that Gojita had made herself comfortable on his bed. Head on the pillow and wrapped in the orange and blue gi, she lay fast asleep, just as she was when he first saw her. He smiled proudly once again.

'I'm going to raise Gojita,' he thought. 'And I'm going to raise her well! Even without her kaasan!' Vegeta changed into a pair of boxers as he placed the address in his backpack. He also rummaged in his wallet for his back card. After winning a couple of tournaments, he had acquired quite a lot of cash. And because the Briefs always paid for everything, he just deposited it in the bank. By now, he ought to have at least one million. Vegeta knew that he could always ask Bulma for more, but he wanted to do this alone. He placed the card back in his wallet and in his backpack before getting into bed.

Instinctively, Gojita snuggled closer, wrapping her tail around his wrist. Vegeta sighed as she buried her head in his auburn flame hair, falling into a deep, yet uneasy, slumber.

Red: [1] Any hentai who is thinking what my perverted cousin just blurted out is also going to get a shot in the pills!!!

[2]Yup! We all know that! ~u^ Sweet lil' ouji!