(Giggles) Well folks, all your waiting has finally paid off. Here's a brand new chappie just for you! Not only that, but more will be out very soon because Kendra typed up not one, not two, but three chapters. Expect the other two in a few days. (You know greedy lil me won't post them all at once!)



It took only four days. With Bulma's practically limitless supply of money and amazing number of connections a huge wedding was planned for and ready within four days. Oddly enough, Vegeta didn't grumble and complain when he had to be subjected to such things as fittings, the rehearsal dinner, or the run through. He didn't say much of anything then, actually. And-miracle of all miracles-he didn't put up a fight when told he had to wear a tux.

He did get rather irate, however, when on the day of the wedding, he was told he couldn't see Usagi. After several failed attempts at getting in to see her he cursed for three hours without repeating himself once.

Chibi Trunks took notes.

Finally though, when it was time for it, the ceremony went without a problem. There weren't many people other than the Z gang there, and Usagi and Vegeta said their vows in Saiyago because Vegeta's pride wouldn't let anyone else know what he was saying.

They'd written the vows themselves, actually. Love, honor, and obey weren't exactly Vegeta's style. And though Chibi Trunks was the only one besides the two of them who knew what was being said-he laughed the entire time, by the way-it has to be to be known that they weren't incredibly mushy or long. Neither Vegeta nor Usagi were really the type for lots of words and show.

There was a reception afterwards, mainly because Bulma had been forcing Yamcha to take dancing lessons and wanted to show off in front of her non-dance-capable friends.

Vegeta and Usagi, both royalty at one time or another, both danced very well, although they only did once.

Mirai Trunks winced at one of the things Chi-Chi had called Goku after he stepped on her toes-again-and glanced over at where his father and Usagi sat by themselves talking. Usagi looked-not surprisingly-beautiful. Vegeta had actually gone slack-jawed when he'd first seen her. Drawing a deep breath, Mirai Trunks stood and walked over to them.

"But why can't we leave yet?" Vegeta was demanding.

"Because it'd be rude!" Usagi hissed back, the happy smile not leaving her face. "Bulma worked very hard to plan this for us."

The saiyan prince snorted and crossed his arms. "It's stupid." He huffed. "And this garment is uncomfortable. We already took the baka pictures. I refuse to subject myself to this much longer."

"Not even for your mate?" She asked as he rose to leave.

Vegeta, who had been grumbling, grew silent and sat back down.

No turning back, Trunks. Mirai Trunks told himself. He cleared his throat and the two looked up at him. "Eh, Usagi...you wanna dance?"

"Sure." She said, looking a bit confused.

They danced for a few moments in silence. Mirai Trunks couldn't remember ever being so near his father's mate. Up close he could see her scars more clearly than ever. They were deep and angry, although light enough that they actually weren't all that noticeable. Usagi seemed like such a small, delicate person yet she'd been through more than he'd like to imagine.

"I'm sorry." He said finally, he no longer found himself willing to hate her.

She smiled brightly, understandingly.

Mirai Trunks could easily see why his younger self adored her so much. He knew, in his heart, that Usagi was the one for his father.

______________

"Goodbye, Trunks, have a safe trip home!" Usagi said, two weeks later as she gave the lavender haired teenager a hug and fought to hold back tears. "Tell your mother hi for me, and visit again soon."

"Yeah, don't wait so long next time, huh?" Gohan laughed.

Everyone was gathered at Capsule Corps to say goodbye to Mirai Trunks as he once again returned to his own time.

"I'll try." He promised seriously. He hugged Usagi back then hugged his mother. Finally he knelt down across from Chibi Trunks. "Well, goodbye. You won't have to worry about me ruining out reputation anymore." He laughed, ruffling the kid's hair because he knew his younger self hated it.

"Feh," Chibi Trunks pulled away. "Next time you come I'm gonna do something really bad to you." He threatened grumpily. He was actually almost sad to see Mirai Trunks go.

The Saiyan hybrid stood and turned to his father, who was standing in the shadows with his arms crossed, scowling.

Before the prince could react Mirai Trunks hugged him, then ran at full speed to his time machine.

"Nande kuso!?" Vegeta exploded. "What do you think you're doing? I am not some sympathetic fool for you to squeeze like a teddy bear, I am the prince of all Saiyans! I brought you into the world, I sure as hell can take you out of it! Are you listening to me, brat?"

Mirai Trunks laughed to himself as his time machine took to the air. He cast another look at Usagi, trying to calm his father down.

Since the wedding, Mirai Trunks and Usagi had become friends. Good friends. In fact, the blonde girl had confided a secret in him. She was going to reveal to everyone else that night. She promised to set up some hidden cameras so that he could see everyone else's reactions the next time he visited.

_______________

Usagi nervously pushed her food around her plate at dinner, her mind reeling as she debated over her announcement she planned to make. Everyone was over that night: Goku and his family, Krillin and his, Videl and her father. It seemed like the group got together more and more often these days.

Maybe I should have told Vegeta first She thought guiltily, insanely wondering how her mate would react.

Vegeta shot a glance at her, he knew something was wrong by the way she wasn't eating. She always played with her food when something was on her mind. By now, everyone else had noticed, too.

"Usagi?" Bulma asked with concern for her small friend. "Everything all right?"

"Everythings great, it's just...I have something to tell all of you..." Her voice trailed off and she began to blush under everyone's stares. 'Um...Vegeta, everyone...I...I'm going to have a baby."

All was silent for a few moments as Vegeta's face slowly drained it's color while he stared at his food. His chopsticks broke in his hand as he unintentionally formed a fist. His lip twitched, trying to smile and his blank gaze continued to rest on the meal in front of him rather than his mate beside him.

"That's great!" Goku suddenly said, voice full of enthusiasm. "This is so weird! We didn't wanna say anything, but Chi-Chi's gonna have one too!"

"Really? That is weird!" Bulma said. "So am I!"

Vegeta suddenly looked up. "What was that?" He asked, voice low and eyes dark with who-knows-what thoughts.

"Usagi an' Bulma are both having babies. And so is Chi-Chi!"

"What? Your mate as well?" He asked, eye twitching.

"Yeah!" Goku laughed cluelessly. "Isn't that great! Now they'll all have someone to play with forever. Wow!"

"You planned this, didn't you Kakarott?" Vegeta roared. "You planned his just to spite me! Whatever I achieve, you always have to be there, one step ahead, don't you? Mark my words, Kakarott, my brats will always be stronger than yours! I won't let you defeat me in that!"

As he raged on Usagi's eyes were filling with tears. Quietly, she got up and left.

"And furthermore-" Vegeta continued, but stopped when he noticed his mate was gone. "She left? When did she leave the table?"

"About five minutes ago." Goten chirped. "I guess you were to busy yellin' to notice."

Vegeta glared at the seven-year-old who so much resembled his lifetime foe. Kami, he even acted like him. There should be a law against the spreading of Kakarott's genes. He thought to himself as he went in search for his mate. He hadn't finished yelling at Goku, much less started his speech on Bulma-Ms. Sory-Vegeta-but-I-don't-want-to-have-any-more-kids- they-ruin-my-waist-line.

He found Usagi sitting in their room in the dark-something she often did when upset. He flipped on the light switch and closed the door after himself.

Usagi gave a small jump but didn't look up.

"I'm sorry, Vegeta." She said finally, voice breaking the silence. "I had no idea you didn't want more kids so much. I don't care though, I'm not getting rid of it."

He snorted and sat next to her on the bed. "What are you crying about? I don't want you to get rid of it, baka."

"You...don't?"

"Do I look stupid to you? Why would I ever want to do that to a brat of my mate and I?"

"But...you were so angry."

"I'm angry at Kakarott and that baka onna Bulma. Not at you." He huffed suddenly his voice quieted. "Never at you." He admitted. "You are my true mate, I...I can't lose you. It would kill me if I did."

"Vegeta!" She'd never heard such sweet words from him before. Guys had said nice things to her, and Mamoru had always been ready with some romantic comment, but the words...coming from proud, arrogant Vegeta...they meant more to her than any love poem.

She wrapped her arms around him and put her head on his chest. Content for the first time-she realized-in her life. She listened to the strong, steady heartbeat of the man she loved.

_________________

"What should we name it?" Usagi asked later that night as she lay in Vegeta's arms. Both of them unconsciously had their hands on her still-flat stomach.

"The Saiyan tradition," Vegeta said, voice low against her ear, "Is to name all sons in the royal line after Vegetasei. My father was named Vegeta as was my grandfather and on down the line for hundreds of years."

"Trunks isn't named after you." Usagi pointed out.

"That baka onna wouldn't let me name him after me." He replied with distaste. "She pretended she would whenever I brought it up but when the time came she had his name in the records and on the birth certificate before I ever saw the brat."

"Oh."

"So if we're not going to name him after me, then say so now, Usagi." He ordered.

"My family...we almost always have girls, Vegeta, at least the first time. There's not much chance this will be a boy."

He was silent for a moment.

"Are you disappointed?" Usagi asked.

"How could I be disappointed in my mate? You can't help it what it is." He replied grumpily. "So if it is a girl, then what will we name it? I've never considered having a girl brat before."

"Well, my people have a tradition like yours does but," She shivered. "I really don't want to name her after me."

"We don't need to decide now." Vegeta said, running his thumb across her jawline before kissing her.

"Aw, is the Prince of all Saiyans getting sleepy?" She teased.

"Not a bit."

________________

For about (actually, probably less than) nine months living in either Capsule Corp or the San house was a very difficult thing to do. With thier hormones messed up Usagi, Chi-Chi, and Bulma were always yelling, crying, laughing...or eating.

Usagi in particular. She regularly ate as much or more than two saiyans would-per meal. And, thought she tried not to, she was actually probably the most emotional of the three women. Vegeta, being antagonistic on his best days, spent most of his time training so as not to disturb her.

Chibi Trunks lived in a state of constant terror of all three women, who he saw regularly. (He's over at Goten's a lot, and vice-versa.) One time Bulma got so angry she almost slapped Yamcha and Chi-Chi ended up breaking four magic frying pans over Goku's head a week.

Usagi didn't get violent, and hardly ever angry, but seeing her cry was pure torture. However, when she was angry...the best thing for a person to do would be to run. No mistake there. No sir.

Then finally the day came. Usagi was the first to need to go to the hospital. Chi-Chi was second-nearly a week later, and Bulma was two days after Chi-Chi. Vegeta was very pleased that his child would be the oldest of the three.

Usagi gave Vegeta a brave smile as she began to get to the...hard part. He allowed himself a small smile in return, keeping his eyes on her. Bulma hadn't let him into the delivery room when Trunks was born so he wasn't quite sure what to expect. (He knows what happens, just not what to expect.)

Usagi had gown very pale and beads of sweat were breaking out on her forehead.

Was that supposed to happen?

"You're doing very good, Mrs. Badman." A nurse said warmly to Usagi. "Now you go right ahead and scream if you need to."

Scream?

Usagi pursed her lips and shook her head.

"How brave! I've had five of my own and I never got through one without screaming though."

"I'm not...gonna...cry." Usagi said with effort.

"Let me get you some pain medicine then..."

Usagi stubbornly shook her head. "No. I don't...want any..." She flinched, clenching her eyes shut and biting her lower lip. "I can do this."

The nurse pleadingly looked to Vegeta. "Sir, please tell her it would be all right."

"She's...in pain?"

"Of course she is! Ma'am, at least hold your husband's hand or something. It's only going to get worse than it is now. If you wait too long we won't be able to give you anything. Ma'am?" The nurse looked sickened that the small, delicate girl was still refusing medicine.

"I...can do this." She repeated, reaching over and taking Vegeta's hand. She looked up at him, eyes shining. She smiled at him with effort before closing her eyes again.

"You all right Vegeta?" She asked after a few moments. "I've never...seen that look on your...face...before. Isn't this...exciting?"

He didn't answer, just stared at her. Her pain was more obvious now than it had been, and he was the one who had caused it. It was his fault. His mate was in pain because of him.

He wanted to leave. He didn't want to watch her suffer. She was probably cursing him in her mind. She probably hated him.

"I'm glad...you're here...Vegeta. I love you..."

"All right Mrs. Badman, we need you to push..."

Thirty minutes later a piercing cry filled the delivery room-and it didn't come from Usagi.

Exhausted, the blonde girl fell back against her pillow and held Vegeta's hand against her cheek. "It's over." She sighed happily. "Vegeta? You sure you're ok? You aren't going to faint, are you?"

"No." Vegeta turned and left.

"Um." The nurse, holding a wrapped bundle, faced Usagi nervously. "Hey, where'd your husband go?"

Usagi shrugged. "He's moody. I think this whole thing freaked him out. Poor guy." She sighed again and sat up a little. "I'm too tired to care right now. May I see my baby now?"

"Yes ma'am, it's just...there's a slight problem..."

Usagi bolted straight up. "Problem?" She asked. "What kind of problem?"

"Well the child it...has this...appendage. We're pretty sure we'll be able to remove it surgically. Well, you can see for yourself. Here's your son." She carefully handed Usagi the bundle.

"Son?" Usagi asked, voice breaking with emotion.

"Yes."

I love you even if there is something wrong. She told the infant mentally, carefully pulling back the blankets. The baby had stopped crying when he had finally been placed in his mother's arms and now stared at her with wide, crystal blue eyes.

Smiling, Usagi brushed a strand of dark black hair out of his face and unwrapped the blanket a little more. Free from their restraint, two chubby arms waved in the air. Usagi counted the fingers on each hand.

Ten fingers.

He looked perfect so far.

Bracing herself for the worst, she finished unwrapping the blanket. Two chubby legs kicked into the air. Ten toes on each foot. She was just about to ask what the nurse meant when a fuzzy brown tail wrapped itself around her arm.

A relieved smile broke onto her face.

"It's just a tail!" She sighed, cradling the baby close to her.

"Yes ma'am. Would you like it removed?"

"No...no. That won't be necessary." She answered, barely paying attention to the nurse anymore. "He's perfect. Look at him. He's going to be strong, I can tell." She mumbled, more to herself than to anyone else. "Your daddy's gonna be so proud!" She whispered.

"What are you going to name him?"

"Vegeta." She answered without hesitation. "His name will be Vegeta."

To be continued

What do ya think?