Ok, this is the last chapter I'm having Kendra type this year since it'll be summer soon. I hope I'll be able to get them out quickly, but if not, please forgive me. Um…that's all I can think of to say so…enjoy.



If anyone showed surprise at Vegeta carrying his youngest son down to breakfast, they quickly bit back their snickers and smart remarks under his glare.

"Hey Goshin!" Goku greeted his youngest daughter enthusiastically. The girl began to laugh and reach for her father. She was definitely a daddy's girl. (Sorry but Gohan was a momma's boy for a long time.)

"I was just about to go up and get her." Goku explained as Usagi handed Goshin to him.

"Well, I didn't want to leave her all alone, now did I?" She asked to the little girl in baby talk. More seriously, she addressed Goku. "I was kind of surprised Chi-Chi didn't come to get her. Is everything all right?"

"Oh fine! Eh...Chi-Chi doesn't really start to function normally until after her morning cup of coffee."

"Oh!"

"What?" Came an enraged scream from Chi-Chi, standing near the kitchen with a frightened-looking Kyuuri. "What do you mean you don't have any coffee? What kind of race are you Saiyans? Quit lying to me and get me some coffee!"

"I'll handle it." Gohan offered, blushing at the fact Videl was watching the scene his mother was making. He jumped up and rushed to the argument, almost going Super on the way.

Usagi turned to the closest Saiyan, the tall man named Bardok who looked suspiciously like Goku although she couldn't figure out why.

"Excuse me," She said politely. "Where do you keep the high chairs?"

"Highchairs?" He asked, looking at her as if she were insane. "I'm sure we don't have anything like that..." He shrank back a little unintentionally as Vegeta began to glare at him.

"Chairs for brats to sit in, you idiot!" He roared. "They're over there in the corner, I saw you load them onto this damned ship yourself! Kakarott, I swear you get your stupidity from your father!"

He shrugged carelessly. "I wouldn't know, Vegeta. I never met the guy." He looked down at Goshin and began to coo to her in baby talk. "Come on sweetie, let's go make sure mommy doesn't hurt anyone..."

Usagi gave Vegeta a sly glance. "You want me to take Veggie for awhile?"

"What, do you think my arms are getting tired, onna? I am not so weak that I get tired holding my own son. I could hold him for the rest of my life and not once would my arms even begin to feel tired!"

A slow smile spread onto her face. "He's sweet, isn't he?"

Vegeta grunted.

Bardok stared at the two, his heart shrinking in his chest. Goku and even Vegeta-the most confrontational person he'd ever met-were better fathers to their children than Bardok had ever been to Raditz.

Or to Kakarott.

He hadn't held Kakarott once before his youngest son was sent to Earth. He hadn't done much more for Raditz-which probably attested to his horrendously coarse, ugly attitude.

So many mistakes in his life, and apparently he was still paying for them.

Prince Vegeta's mate offered him a smile right in the middle of his pity party-effectively ruining it-while Vegeta went off to get the thing reffered to by humans as a high chair.

"So...you're acting pretty good for a human." Bardok observed, wanting to postpone feeling sorry for himself at least a little longer. She raised an eyebrow questioningly. "What I mean is, you're taking your first time in space well. Others aren't managing..." He motioned to the window where Hercule sat, staring out in complete horror.

"Oh. It's not my first time off planet."

"It's not? But human technology isn't nearly advanced enough..."

"Who said anything about technology?" She gave a laugh at his confused look. "Well, it doesn't matter if I have or haven't been off Earth. The last time I visited another planet was a long time ago. I used to vacation on Neptune all the time though, they have nice beaches and some of my closest friends were usually there."

A relieved grin, much resembling Goku's I'm-too-stupid-to-understand grin, spread onto Bardok's face. "I get it now, your kidding. Neptune? The planet in Earth's system? Nothing lives there."

"Not anymore." She murmured, more to herself than to him, with a dismissive snort as she went to help Vegeta buckle Chibi Veggie into his high chair.

Bardok was left bewildered, still not sure whether she had been serious or not. Was the prince's mate insane? But she was such a nice person...

"Something sure smells good!" Krillin said, stepping out of the dropshaft, followed by Android 18. Their daughter, Marron, was holding his hand.

"How would you know, Krillin?" 18 asked in her chillingly cold, disinterested voice. With a graceful gesture she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "You don't have a nose." She reminded him.

"Shh! I don't think anyone noticed, babe!" He hissed. "Just play it cool-don't bring attention to it!"

She rolled her cold blue eyes.

"Hey Goku," Krillin called across the room, "What do Saiyans eat, anyway?"

The tall, orange-clad man shrugged, "I dunno, but this stuff looks ok." He pointed down at something on the buffet that had been set up. "The little green things are covered in pink slime are pretty good, they taste just like chicken."

Krillin seemed to turn a little green, but only nodded.

Piccolo took one glance at the Saiyan meal and jerked quickly away, thankful he had no need to eat. He quickly walked over to the liquid dispensers thing marked water, and filled up a glass. not for the first time, he was incredulously grateful he was a Namekian.

Trunks and Goten came back from getting their food, and Trunks handed Usagi one of his plates. He blushed a little at her questioning look.

"You're always gettin' me stuff Usa...er, momma." He corrected himself quickly. "So I decided to get your food for you today." The eight- year-old lavender haired boy was obviously proud of himself.

Usagi thanked him and looked down at her plate.

Quite suddenly she lost her appetite.

Trunks looked up from digging into his food to find his stepmother staring at her plate. "Aren't you gonna' eat? It's really good."

"Um...I'm going to wait until Vegeta has his plate." She told him, while at the same time thinking This looks worse than what I cook!

Vegeta shrugged and got up to get a plate. He was secretly pleased his mate was waiting for him before she ate, but he didn't want to keep her from a meal. Besides, she just might give him the chance to help feed Veggie, which could be interesting. He suddenly had a new interest in taking care of both his sons. It wasn't a weakness to care about his flesh and blood.

When he had been under Frieza's command, so long ago, it had constantly been said to him that whatever family he might one day have existed purely for his benefit. Why that had stayed with him for so long, he had no idea. It had been, however, slightly diminishing because of Trunks and now Usagi had just about destroyed the idea all together.

He wanted to take care of his mate and offspring.

How hard could it be if Kakarott managed to do it?

He returned with his food and noticed his mate staring at him strangely. Maybe she was surprised at his actions-he'd better start watching out or people would think he was softening.

Which definitely wasn't happening.

Really.

Without another thought, Vegeta began to dig in to the delicious Saiyan food he hadn't realized the extent to which he'd missed. By now everyone was at the tables, although the only ones who were eating were Saiyan or at least half Saiyan. Usagi wasted time searching for baby food in her subspace packet.

Chibi Trunks noticed when he looked up. "Why aren't you eating? It's really good Usa...momma. Veggie isn't crying, your food will be ruined if you feed him first."

All eyes of the non-Saiyans watched her for what she would do.

Frantically, she looked around the room. She didn't want to hurt her adored little stepson's feelings by not eating when he'd gone to the trouble of getting it for her. The past few months suddenly came to her mind and she remembered Vegeta, holding her tightly as he told her about the Saiyan race.

Steeling her nerves, she picked up what passed for a fork and scooped up some of the food. She offered Trunks a smile-if only he knew what she was doing for him!-and took a bite.

Her eyes widened.

"Hey! This is really good!" She exclaimed and began to happily dig in. The slimy green stuff did kinda taste like chicken...

That broke the ice. The other members of the party from Earth began to eat as well, and were soon having a good time. Usagi had to fight to keep herself from loosing her manners-she was very hungry-and was only thankful nothing tasted too strange compared to what she was used to.

Still, she'd rather not know just what it was she was eating. Later, as she began to feel full, she opened up the bottle of babyfood she'd gotten out for Veggie and began to feed him.

"Ugh, what are you giving him?" Kyuuri, passing by on his way for a 207th helping, asked in disgust.

"Peas."

"You humans eat weird things." He mumbled, shaking his head as he walked away.

"Let me try that." A voice suddenly ordered.

Usagi stared at Vegeta a moment before slowly smiling and handing the baby spoon. "You have to really careful..." She cautioned, but then saw there was no need. A look of intense concentration on his face, the proud, ruthless, Saiyan prince dipped the tiny spoon into the baby food and carefully fed it to his youngest son.

He began to smirk. "That wasn't so hard!"

Chibi Veggie grinned and, with a giggle, spit the baby food into Vegeta's face. The child then erupted into delightful laughter, kicking and throwing his chubby little arms into the air.

Usagi couldn't stop herself from laughing. "You have to pretend the spoon is an airplane or he won't swallow the food." She explained, wiping off her mate's face with a napekin. She kissed his cheek then tried to take the spoon from him.

He refused to let her. "I can do this." He declared. "I am the Prince of all Saiyans, I can do anything." He got some more peas onto the spoon, then glared at Veggie. "Now brat, listen close. It's an airplane, all right? Now eat it." He fed the peas to Veggie.

And Veggie spit them into his eye.

Vegeta put some more onto the spoon, now trembling with anger. "It's an airplane, dammit!" He waved the spoon into the air. "An airplane! An airplane!"

Veggie giggled and reached for his ranting father. "Da!" He said, laughing. "Da...ddy!"

Vegeta froze. Slowly his customary smirk returned to his face. For the third tim he fed the peas to Veggie-this time they stayed in his mouth and out of the Saiyan Prince's hair. Vegeta handed the spoon to Usagi hen leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.

He was very pleased with himself.

"I can never trust Goku to feed Goshin." He heard Chi-Chi whisper to an amused Usagi. "He always looses control and eats the babyfood himself. He did it with Gohan, too, but it was so long ago I'd forgotten. We went through seven hundred and sixty seven cases of baby food before I figured out what was going on. Whatever made Vegeta volunteer to feed Veggie?"

"I don't know, but I hope he's still in this mood when it's time to change diapers."

Both women laughed, Chi-Chi had finally gotten a much better mood than she had been in earlier. Much to everyone's relief.

What was on almost everyone's mind-yet remained unspoken, was that Vegeta had certainly changed from the the way he was then they first met him, long ago.

"You have pea in your eye." Android 18 coldly informed him, effectively wiping the smug look off of Vegeta's face. Before the Saiyan prince could fly into a fit of rage, Usagi kissed his cheek and handed him a napkin. Then she whispered something in his ear.

Whatever it was, it must have been pretty ah...interesting, because his eyebrows shot up in surprise and any trace of anger or even annoyance vanished from his countenance.

Piccolo, who had-unfortunately-overheard the whisper, began to cough, choking on the water he had just swallowed. A hint of red brushed the tips of his ears-attesting to embarrassment-and he abruptly, almost clumsily, left the table muttering incoherent things in Namekian.

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Usagi gave a small contented yawn and stretched luxuriously under the silk-like sheets of Saiyan origin. She smiled to herself and snuggled into her pillow, halfway noting that it was a pillow and not Vegeta-whom she usually slept on instead.

Sometimes it was hard for her to believe the turn her life had taken. She had gone from an innocent, bubbly ex-princess fighting for love and justice to a tortured, half-dead mess in the malicious hands of her enemies. Now, amazingly, she was living in another dimension, married to an incredibly sexy alien prince and had both an infant son and an adorable little stepson. Now, to top everything off, she was in a spaceship headed for the reconstructed civilization of her mate.

Life had never been so good.

She reached for Vegeta, wanting to feel his arms around her-to prove it was all real. Instead of smooth, muscled flesh, her hand found only mattress.

"Here, onna." Vegeta's familiar voice growled. Usagi turned to see him standing not too far from the bed, wearing his complete Saiyan armor. In one hand he held a small box with strange writing on it. Usagi smiled brightly at him and sat up.

"You woke up without me." She accused with a fake pout. Kami, she loved this man so much!

His battle hardened face momentarily softened and he smirked adoringly at her. One day, Kami help her, she was going to get him to smile. "Today we will be landing on New Vegetasei." He informed her in a slightly quiet voice.

Her eyes widened. "I'm sorry, Vegeta. I hadn't realized-"

He waved her apology away in a princely manner and sat down beside her on the bed, shoving the box into her lap. "I decided my mate should dress as a Saiyan." He declared arrogantly. "So I had that inferior, low- class Bardok find this in storage. The fool decided the others needed Saiyan armor as well but..."

"Vegeta! That was so considerate of you!" She laughed, surprised by his actions, as she threw her arms around him.

"Just don't let any of those idiots know it was my suggestion." He grumbled, nuzzling her hair. "I don't want that fool Kakarott to think I've changed or that we're friends-because I haven't and we're not."

"He already thinks you're friends."

Vegeta began to growl, deep in his throat.

"Now stop that, Vegeta. You could do much worse than have a friend like Goku. I'm sure he wouldn't hesitate to help you if you were in trouble."

He stared at her, surprised by the mention of her time of captivity before they'd ever met. She hardly ever said anything even remotely connected to that and when she did he'd never hesitated to inform her that if he ever met the "friends" that abandoned her he would wipe them out of existence.

"Besides," She continued, "Who cares that he's always beaten you, your motives haven't always been the best-as I've heard. I have no doubt there will come a day when you're glad that he's there and never held anything against you."

"Never."

All grew silent for a moment. Usagi had to accept for now the fact that Vegeta wasn't open to a conversation about relinquishing his hatred for San Goku. Well, maybe next time.

"Please leave the room."

Vegeta pulled out of their embrace, eyes wide. Usagi couldn't help but laugh-he thought she'd asked him to leave because she was angry at him.

She held up the box containing the Saiyan armor and gave him a wink. "I'm going to put this on, and I don't want you to see."

A skeptical look crossed Vegeta's face and he pointedly looked down at her where the sheets had fallen away when she'd sat up-leaving her exposed.

"It's too late for foolishness like modesty, onna."

She gave another small laugh and swatted at his arm, having long since become comfortable with her mate seeing her. "That's not what I was talking about-quit looking there-what I meant was, I don't want you to see me until I have the whole thing on. It'll be a surprise. Please, Vegeta?"

Someone knocked on the door to their room. Vegeta sighed, as if he were making some great sacrifice. "Fine. I might as well keep those imbeciles from barging in here anyway."

To be continued. More (hopefully) soon. Review!