Epilogue
A year later a figure dressed all in back slipped onto the Capsule Corp. property. The person was stealthy and went unnoticed by the security robots and cameras but didn't escape the notice of a certain saiyan prince.
Vegeta studied the figure curiously and managed to follow this ninja look-alike, even the face was covered in the same type of mask, without attracting the person's attention. He growled as he realized the intruder was heading toward his old room. Still he followed silently ready to strike the intruder down in an instant as the human opened the door.
He poised himself to rip this foolhardy human in two when the human gasped at the contents of the room.
"What the hell?" The voice exclaimed softly.
Vegeta relaxed his muscles as he recognized the voice as female and saiyan.
Ava removed her head covering and looked at her old room critically. It looks like some Splavoid barfed all over it. A soft coo startled her into attention as she realized she wasn't alone. She approached an odd-shaped trough-like piece of furniture and couldn't help but gasp at it's contents.
A baby with her brother's face glared at her with blue eyes. Ava glared back and couldn't help but smile as the baby started giggling in response. My brother has taught you well already. Ava looked at the baby as the baby raised small arms towards her.
Ava looked around nervously then hesitantly picked up the baby. She sighed with relief when the head didn't fall off or anything. She closed her eyes and smelled the baby deeply. A boy, Vegeta must be proud. "Hello, little warrior, may you see great battles and live to tell the tale." Ava frowned suddenly and inspected the baby again. "Where is your tail, boy?"
"A casualty of Bulma," Vegeta remarked dryly. "Something about how she will not tolerate him becoming a big ape like his father."
Ava looked at her brother uneasily as she returned her gaze back to the baby. "What is his name?"
"Trunks," Vegeta shook his head at the reproachful look Ava shot him. "Bulma and her human sentiments."
Ava put the baby down carefully while she lifted her nose in distaste. "Trunks, I will return."
"Aren't you going to bug Bulma?" Vegeta asked sardonically.
"No," she smiled a bit bashfully, "I was hoping that my visit would go unnoticed."
"Why?"
"I have found no worthy mate and I..."
"Thought to return with one." Vegeta finished for her when she trailed off.
"I approved of ours, you should approve of mine," Ava glared at him, "Though it appears that tough blue-haired geniuses are in short supply."
Vegeta slanted a glance at her. "Maybe what was right for me isn't right for you."
"True," Ava straightened as hope returned to her, she looked at him almost regretfully. "Maybe I should have let my tournament proceed."
Vegeta shook his head. "None of those weaklings are worthy of you. Come, eat, the blond one is up all hours of the night and day," Vegeta motioned for her to lead the way.
"No, I must go," Ava put her mask back on. "Do you still have your moon stone?"
"Yes, I do," Vegeta gave her a small smile.
"Then you know what it means," Ava's eyes sparkled from underneath her mask. She opened the window before jumping out of the room, and slipped away into the night.
"Though the meaning has changed now," Vegeta said after her.
"What does that rock mean?" Bulma stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips.
Vegeta sighed as he closed the window. "On planet Vegeta giving a moon rock to someone in your family could mean only one thing."
"Oh, and what is that?" Bulma lifted a brow.
Vegeta smirked at her. "A literal translation is 'May the blood soaked heaven trod upon my weary soul before I start the path to hell'."
Bulma looked at him exasperated then checked on the sweetly sleepy Trunks. "And that means WHAT exactly?"
"It means 'I will return to you once in a blue moon until I find a mate'." Vegeta chuckled softly at her expression. "A human explanation is 'I put myself in trust to you until I find my own'."
Bulma blinked at him.
Vegeta glared at her. "I will visit you every once in a while until I find someone I can call mine!"
Bulma blinked at him again when a light appeared in her eyes. "Oh..."
Bulma laughed as Vegeta put on his aggrieved face on. "I am just playing with you." She frowned. "What happens when she does find a man?"
"She will return once more to let me know, and then she will live her life with her chosen." Vegeta watched her as she tucked his heir in.
"But Vegeta, won't you want to see her, or her kids? Won't she want to see her nephew?" Bulma looked at him concerned.
Vegeta smirked at her. "Under saiyan traditions, it was forbidden to come in contact with another's family, when circumstances allowed you to have one."
"Then why are you so happy?" Bulma frowned at him.
"She broke the tradition and now must pay the price." Vegeta walked out of the room.
"What price?" Bulma followed him into their room.
"Continued contact," Vegeta said nonchalantly.
"You mean they'll come to visit on holidays?" Bulma brightened as Vegeta went to look out the window.
"Something like that," he replied absently.
Bulma sidled up to him and looked at him with a critical eye. "Is that why we fought tooth and nail about the nursery being in your old room down the hall instead of the one right next to ours."
"Of course." Vegeta looked at Bulma amused. "Feel free to move the boy into the next room now."
"Oh gee thanks, Vegeta," Bulma remarked sarcastically.
"Careful, Bulma, I might take that the wrong way and have to teach you some manners," Vegeta eyed Bulma's slim figure carefully.
"Teach me, oh, saiyan prince," Bulma smiled as she leaned into him.
He only laughed when she punched him in the solar plexus in a cheap shot and ran out of the room. He looked out the window one last time before pursuing his troublesome mate. I wish you great battles with blood and victory. He grinned as he mentally translated. Good luck, sister.
The End
