Chapter 4
Trunks looked around and laughed,
"Dis pwace is cool!"
he giggled, playing with the flames.
Vegeta walked calmly by Trunks and took the fabric on the back of his neck, lifting him up.
Trunks looked up at Vegeta,
"Bh'wy?"
He asked pathetically.
Vegeta looked down,
"Because if you tease the fucking flames the they will come out and eat you, that would not be very fun."
Trunks' eyes went wide and he slowly turned his head to the flames.
Bulma smiled.
One flame lit up brighter then the rest, Vegeta moved his fingers and made the flame leap out at Trunks.
Trunks screamed and scrambled up Vegeta's arm and slid into the back of his shirt, with only his eye's peering at the flames.
Bulma wanted to laugh but didn't want Trunks to feel bad.
They entered the bedroom.
Vegeta reached under the bed and pulled out a box, he flipped through a bunch of pictures and handed one to Bulma.
Bulma looked at it, then at Trunks.
"Their identical, except Trunks has lavender hair, and his hangs down!"
Bulma exclaimed.
Trunks peered over Vegeta's shoulder,
"Why does it say Vegeta on the back?"
He asked.
Vegeta looked to Trunks,
"Cause that was me when I was one."
He told him, a little tolerance ringing in his voice.
Trunks smiled,
"I wook just wike mommy's old friend!"
Then he clapped.
Vegeta looked at the picture then at Bulma,
"Don't you get it?"
He asked.
Bulma looked at Vegeta, her eyes looked confused but she still nodded.
Vegeta looked to Trunks and pulled him off of his back,
"You know who your dad is boy?"
Trunks nodded,
"Yah, it's that bum 3rd wate human wannabe Saiyan,"
He giggled.
Bulma took Trunks,
"Well you have a new really daddy now."
Trunks looked at Bulma,
"Who?"
He asked.
Bulma turned Trunks to Vegeta,
"He's your really daddy."
Bulma whispered, she still wasn't sure if what was happening, was real.
Trunks looked at Vegeta,
"But, He's big and scawry!"
He whined.
Bulma chuckled but in a way that made it seem she still was shocked by Vegeta being a father.
"Yes he is very scary and he's also a very smart person that will take care of you better then any 3rd rate wannabe Sieyan could."
She told him.
Trunks stared at Vegeta,
"I no sownd like you wike 'im."
Bulma sat Trunks down on her lap,
"Mommy's just got something's to work out sweetie, why don't you go explore, maybe if you don't break anything, I'll get some Pizza."
Trunks clapped,
"No joking?!"
Bulma set Trunks down to the ground,
"No joking!"
Trunks clapped again and did a wobbly half run half fly thing to the entrance to the room. He turned around and looked up at Bulma, then looked at Vegeta,
"Tank you daddy!"
He giggled, then he ran down the tunnel.
Vegeta tensed as soon as Trunks had said daddy.
Bulma looked to Vegeta's blank eyes.
She stood up and walked to the bathroom, staring at the mirror as she ran some water. Bulma lowered her face, splashing some warm water on it.
Vegeta snapped out of his daze,
"I don't know what to think."
Bulma patted her face dry.
"I don't either, it wouldn't be such a surprise if I hadn't have gotten my mind warped. But, since an hour or so ago, it wasn't warped, then that would mean that I'm expecting this to happen, but . . ."
She was stopped from Vegeta who stood and growled.
Bulma sat on the dresser,
"Now what's wrong? You haven't remembered anything else have you?"
She complained.
Vegeta growled again,
"You really know how to loose a person with talking don't you?"
Bulma stared blankly at him,
"I'm just saying anything that pops into my head and trying to say it before you interrupt."
She complained.
Vegeta sighed,
'I'm not gonna win this no matter how hard I fucking try!'
"Fine, but . . ."
Vegeta couldn't find the words what was going through his head, let alone think of what to say.
Bulma stepped up to Vegeta, staring up at him mystically.
Vegeta looked down,
"What are we going to do?"
He asked.
Bulma raised her arms and placed them around Vegeta's neck.
Vegeta looked down and Bulma rested her cheek on his chest.
Vegeta felt a pull on his heart, trying to keep his old self and be nice to Bulma was hard.
Bulma knew this and remembered how funny it was when she used to do anything sappy around the gang, then Vegeta would half to be nice to her and would be embarrassed.
Bulma pulled herself closer to Vegeta who reluctantly put his hands to the small of her back,
"What are we going to do?"
She asked quietly.
Vegeta sighed, he lowered his head to Bulma's neck and sighed again, taking in the blueberry smell.
Bulma pulled her hands to her shoulders to come closer to Vegeta.
"I missed this."
She whispered.
Vegeta closed his eyes to ponder over what was happening.
Bulma relaxed, Vegeta felt that and pulled back a bit.
Bulma tensed when her face was directly before his.
Vegeta stopped pulling away from her when he felt this.
They stared at each other for a bit, both wondering what was going to happen, how different their lives were now going to be, how the gang would be affected.
Bulma slowly pushed her chin up and pushed on her toes.
Vegeta could feel her body becoming taller and just as he was going to lean his own head down something pulled on his leg. Vegeta jerked his head back and looked down.
Trunks stared up at him, a cloth held in his hand and the tip of his index finger in his mouth. His eyes looked just pathetic enough for Vegeta to not want to get mad.
Bulma smiled at Trunks, even though he was looking at Vegeta.
Vegeta took his hands from Bulma and knelt to Trunks whose eyes followed his face.
"What do you need boy?"
Trunks pulled his finger to the edge of his bottom lip,
"I'm oungry daddy."
He whispered.
Vegeta remembered how if he was on Namec, he would have blasted the child away. But something besides the fact that he was his own son made him weaken. Vegeta put his hands to Trunks' waist and lifted him up, posting him on his shoulder. Trunks smiled and flapped the cloth around. Vegeta stole a glance at Bulma as he left the room, a blank, surprised look staring at him.
Vegeta stepped into the kitchen and froze. It was a total disaster,
"Me no fown da canny."
Trunks told him.
Vegeta put him down to the counter.
Trunks started to swing his feet back and forth. Watching as things started to lift from the floor and rapidly get put back to where it had started from. Trunks watched Vegeta's hands, the moved back and forth, his hand waving every once in a while as he picked things up and calmly put them away. Trunks looked down to his hand, he looked at a spoon that had been kicked beside the fridge, and he looked to Vegeta who was cleaning the other side of the kitchen, totally oblivious to Trunks.
Trunks crawled on the counter to the edge facing the fridge. He looked at the spoon and started to move his fingers.
Nothing happened.
Trunks stared even harder, quenching his eyes and crinkling up his nose. His fingers moved like a robot because he was trying so hard to move the spoon. Then it started to shake. Trunks could see it jiggling, it's tapping sound filled his ears.
Trunks felt warmth flow to his hand that was now shaking from the effort he was putting into trying to act like Vegeta. Trunks wished for his life that he could move the spoon. Then it lifted. Trunks smiled, the spoon wobbled and started to fall. Trunks tensed and the spoon froze, millimeters from the floor. Trunks clenched his hands and the spoon lifted. Trunks lifted his hand a bit and the spoon lifted. He played around with the spoon for a few minutes when he saw a bowl.
With his other hand he started to wiggle his fingers.
The bowl easily lifted,
'wow, this is fun!'
He thought happily. Trunks held his hands still and then pulled the two objects together. Trunks pulled one hand away, making the bowl wobble at first, then steady with the spoon. Trunks was proud of this new entertainment. Trunks caught sight of some Fruit Loops and lifted them with his free hand. After few minutes Trunks had everything that breakfast could be made of in a floating fortress.
Vegeta had cleaned up the half of the kitchen that he was working on. He turned around and stood up, he stared at Trunks' back. Trunks put his left hand against the counter and stood up,
"Daddy, daddy! Look what you tawt me ta do!"
He exclaimed turning around. Trunks' hand was leveled out in front of himself.
Vegeta stared at the empty hand,
"I can't see anything."
Trunks clenched his fist and all the things he had collected swung around him and stopped.
Vegeta looked at the food and at Trunks,
"How did you manage that?"
Vegeta asked.
Trunks lowered his hand and the food sat on the counter.
"Da spwoon wasn't wifting when I tried to lift it. I twied to do wh'you do'd with yowr hands."
Trunks said wiggling his fingers.
"When da spwoon no got like yowrs do'd, me get mad!"
Trunks giggled.
Vegeta looked to the entrance where Bulma stared at Trunks,
"That's really good Trunks, but do you remember what I told you about showing off?"
She asked pathetically.
Trunks frowned, his bottom lip quivered.
Vegeta looked to Trunks, then reached forward and took Trunks,
"Leave the kid alone, he is not even one and can lift his own breakfast, I was one and a half before I was able to."
Vegeta encouraged.
Bulma began picking things up,
"Well, how would you like it if you had no powers and your son started to use them in front of you?"
Bulma asked.
Vegeta set Trunks down on the counter.
"Why don't you just wait a while before doing anything else kay son?"
Trunks viciously nodded his head and smiled. Vegeta tapped Trunks' chin,
"Damn straight, now help your mom clean up will ya?"
Trunks leapt off the counter into Vegeta's chest.
Vegeta took Trunks and lowered him to the ground,
"Now run along."
Trunks laughed as he raced around the room and cleaned.
Vegeta looked at Bulma,
"I'll be back in a minute, I have something I need to get for the brat."
Trunks leapt up,
"Bh'I wanna go tooooooo!"
Bulma picked Trunks up,
"You can't go, because someone might see you."
Trunks whimpered,
"Bah daddy can teach me mowr stuff!"
Bulma sighed and looked to Vegeta who nodded.
Bulma set Trunks down,
"Kay but you need to be really good and do everything he tells you to do, nobody should know we're here."
Trunks hopped to the room where the door was.
Bulma looked at Vegeta,
"How is that going to work?"
Vegeta tossed some junk into the sink and put away Trunks' breakfast stuff,
"He knows how to fly, and I don't need to do much to teach him how to fly just as fast as me in a few minutes. Besides, he is . . . my son . . ."
Vegeta spaced out, an unrealization still stinging his voice.
Bulma sighed,
"Just be careful, kay?"
Vegeta nodded, as he walked by Bulma, he turned sideways and closed his eyes a bit. Bulma didn't see it coming and turned to say something to Vegeta.
In stead of Vegeta's lips touching her cheek, it touched her lips.
Bulma froze.
Vegeta held the kiss for a few seconds, realizing that he wasn't kissing her cheek, then he pulled away.
Bulma's lips stayed slightly parted.
Vegeta looked enticingly at her, yet blankly.
Bulma caved, she clutched Vegeta's hand and pulled it behind her.
Vegeta was pulled foreword, his back bent as Bulma pulled his hand down.
Bulma kissed Vegeta, he smirked in his head and put his hands to Bulma's back. Bulma let Vegeta pull her body closer to his, something stopped them though,
"Daddy! Mommy! I'm wost!"
They heard trunks yell.
Vegeta looked up to the roof.
Bulma rested her head of his chest and chuckled.
Vegeta raised his hand and lifted her chin.
Bulma closed her eyes and smiled as Vegeta briefly kissed her, leaving mysteriousness to her life. * * * Goku watched Goten draw pictures in the sand.
Piccolo stood over him and also watched.
Master Roshie flew in.
The ship settled and he jumped out.
Goku jumped up,
"Master Roshie! We have trouble and need your help!"
Master Rochie's tanned face and white beard stared at him,
"What's wrong now sunny?"
Goku watched Master Roshie jump down off the ship,
"Yah sure, what' da' ya want!?"
Goten hopped up to him,
"Well, Bulma's gone missing and I felt something powerful take her, and . . . and . . . we can't find her!"
Goten complained.
Master Roshie made some old man grunts as he waddled to the hut,
"Bulma? Oh she's a big girl. Vegeta's harmless compared to her, depending on how mad he makes her."
It took a second for Goku, Goten and Piccolo to realize he had said Vegeta.
"What the hell do you mean, Vegeta's harmless compared to her?"
Goku asked.
Master Roshie sat on Turtles back and sighed,
"As I was going to the groceries store, I passed by the cabin, I saw Vegeta take Bulma, I followed them for a few seconds, then in lost sight of them. I don't think anything bad will happen, he might get a few nail scratches but she'll be fine. He wouldn't have the guts to hurt his wife . . . hey wait, didn't he die?"
Piccolo groaned,
"I thought this could happen. When we wished for everybody that died while defending against Cell, or that died and was defenseless."
Goku grunted,
"I knew something bad would happen, I should start listening to myself for once."
Goten smirked,
"Vegeta sounds nice,"
Then he pouted,
"Why's my name not Vegeta!?"
Goku frowned,
"He's not as nice as you think son."
Goten smirked again,
"Well, lets go and find him, if he's so mean, he's bound ta be make'n trouble somewhere!"
Goku nodded,
"But, he's been alive for about a year and a half now, he's done a good job of not gotten caught."
Piccolo nodded,
"We should try and go back to where Goten stopped sensing him, maybe there's something that we missed."
Goku nodded and took Goten's hand.
Piccolo jerked from the ground and looked back to make sure Goku and Goten were following.
Authors Note I know I said about a year and a half, but I also said that after Vegeta died she figured out she was pregnant, add a few months of still being pregnant then Trunks is a year old so it all works out!!!!!!!
Trunks looked around and laughed,
"Dis pwace is cool!"
he giggled, playing with the flames.
Vegeta walked calmly by Trunks and took the fabric on the back of his neck, lifting him up.
Trunks looked up at Vegeta,
"Bh'wy?"
He asked pathetically.
Vegeta looked down,
"Because if you tease the fucking flames the they will come out and eat you, that would not be very fun."
Trunks' eyes went wide and he slowly turned his head to the flames.
Bulma smiled.
One flame lit up brighter then the rest, Vegeta moved his fingers and made the flame leap out at Trunks.
Trunks screamed and scrambled up Vegeta's arm and slid into the back of his shirt, with only his eye's peering at the flames.
Bulma wanted to laugh but didn't want Trunks to feel bad.
They entered the bedroom.
Vegeta reached under the bed and pulled out a box, he flipped through a bunch of pictures and handed one to Bulma.
Bulma looked at it, then at Trunks.
"Their identical, except Trunks has lavender hair, and his hangs down!"
Bulma exclaimed.
Trunks peered over Vegeta's shoulder,
"Why does it say Vegeta on the back?"
He asked.
Vegeta looked to Trunks,
"Cause that was me when I was one."
He told him, a little tolerance ringing in his voice.
Trunks smiled,
"I wook just wike mommy's old friend!"
Then he clapped.
Vegeta looked at the picture then at Bulma,
"Don't you get it?"
He asked.
Bulma looked at Vegeta, her eyes looked confused but she still nodded.
Vegeta looked to Trunks and pulled him off of his back,
"You know who your dad is boy?"
Trunks nodded,
"Yah, it's that bum 3rd wate human wannabe Saiyan,"
He giggled.
Bulma took Trunks,
"Well you have a new really daddy now."
Trunks looked at Bulma,
"Who?"
He asked.
Bulma turned Trunks to Vegeta,
"He's your really daddy."
Bulma whispered, she still wasn't sure if what was happening, was real.
Trunks looked at Vegeta,
"But, He's big and scawry!"
He whined.
Bulma chuckled but in a way that made it seem she still was shocked by Vegeta being a father.
"Yes he is very scary and he's also a very smart person that will take care of you better then any 3rd rate wannabe Sieyan could."
She told him.
Trunks stared at Vegeta,
"I no sownd like you wike 'im."
Bulma sat Trunks down on her lap,
"Mommy's just got something's to work out sweetie, why don't you go explore, maybe if you don't break anything, I'll get some Pizza."
Trunks clapped,
"No joking?!"
Bulma set Trunks down to the ground,
"No joking!"
Trunks clapped again and did a wobbly half run half fly thing to the entrance to the room. He turned around and looked up at Bulma, then looked at Vegeta,
"Tank you daddy!"
He giggled, then he ran down the tunnel.
Vegeta tensed as soon as Trunks had said daddy.
Bulma looked to Vegeta's blank eyes.
She stood up and walked to the bathroom, staring at the mirror as she ran some water. Bulma lowered her face, splashing some warm water on it.
Vegeta snapped out of his daze,
"I don't know what to think."
Bulma patted her face dry.
"I don't either, it wouldn't be such a surprise if I hadn't have gotten my mind warped. But, since an hour or so ago, it wasn't warped, then that would mean that I'm expecting this to happen, but . . ."
She was stopped from Vegeta who stood and growled.
Bulma sat on the dresser,
"Now what's wrong? You haven't remembered anything else have you?"
She complained.
Vegeta growled again,
"You really know how to loose a person with talking don't you?"
Bulma stared blankly at him,
"I'm just saying anything that pops into my head and trying to say it before you interrupt."
She complained.
Vegeta sighed,
'I'm not gonna win this no matter how hard I fucking try!'
"Fine, but . . ."
Vegeta couldn't find the words what was going through his head, let alone think of what to say.
Bulma stepped up to Vegeta, staring up at him mystically.
Vegeta looked down,
"What are we going to do?"
He asked.
Bulma raised her arms and placed them around Vegeta's neck.
Vegeta looked down and Bulma rested her cheek on his chest.
Vegeta felt a pull on his heart, trying to keep his old self and be nice to Bulma was hard.
Bulma knew this and remembered how funny it was when she used to do anything sappy around the gang, then Vegeta would half to be nice to her and would be embarrassed.
Bulma pulled herself closer to Vegeta who reluctantly put his hands to the small of her back,
"What are we going to do?"
She asked quietly.
Vegeta sighed, he lowered his head to Bulma's neck and sighed again, taking in the blueberry smell.
Bulma pulled her hands to her shoulders to come closer to Vegeta.
"I missed this."
She whispered.
Vegeta closed his eyes to ponder over what was happening.
Bulma relaxed, Vegeta felt that and pulled back a bit.
Bulma tensed when her face was directly before his.
Vegeta stopped pulling away from her when he felt this.
They stared at each other for a bit, both wondering what was going to happen, how different their lives were now going to be, how the gang would be affected.
Bulma slowly pushed her chin up and pushed on her toes.
Vegeta could feel her body becoming taller and just as he was going to lean his own head down something pulled on his leg. Vegeta jerked his head back and looked down.
Trunks stared up at him, a cloth held in his hand and the tip of his index finger in his mouth. His eyes looked just pathetic enough for Vegeta to not want to get mad.
Bulma smiled at Trunks, even though he was looking at Vegeta.
Vegeta took his hands from Bulma and knelt to Trunks whose eyes followed his face.
"What do you need boy?"
Trunks pulled his finger to the edge of his bottom lip,
"I'm oungry daddy."
He whispered.
Vegeta remembered how if he was on Namec, he would have blasted the child away. But something besides the fact that he was his own son made him weaken. Vegeta put his hands to Trunks' waist and lifted him up, posting him on his shoulder. Trunks smiled and flapped the cloth around. Vegeta stole a glance at Bulma as he left the room, a blank, surprised look staring at him.
Vegeta stepped into the kitchen and froze. It was a total disaster,
"Me no fown da canny."
Trunks told him.
Vegeta put him down to the counter.
Trunks started to swing his feet back and forth. Watching as things started to lift from the floor and rapidly get put back to where it had started from. Trunks watched Vegeta's hands, the moved back and forth, his hand waving every once in a while as he picked things up and calmly put them away. Trunks looked down to his hand, he looked at a spoon that had been kicked beside the fridge, and he looked to Vegeta who was cleaning the other side of the kitchen, totally oblivious to Trunks.
Trunks crawled on the counter to the edge facing the fridge. He looked at the spoon and started to move his fingers.
Nothing happened.
Trunks stared even harder, quenching his eyes and crinkling up his nose. His fingers moved like a robot because he was trying so hard to move the spoon. Then it started to shake. Trunks could see it jiggling, it's tapping sound filled his ears.
Trunks felt warmth flow to his hand that was now shaking from the effort he was putting into trying to act like Vegeta. Trunks wished for his life that he could move the spoon. Then it lifted. Trunks smiled, the spoon wobbled and started to fall. Trunks tensed and the spoon froze, millimeters from the floor. Trunks clenched his hands and the spoon lifted. Trunks lifted his hand a bit and the spoon lifted. He played around with the spoon for a few minutes when he saw a bowl.
With his other hand he started to wiggle his fingers.
The bowl easily lifted,
'wow, this is fun!'
He thought happily. Trunks held his hands still and then pulled the two objects together. Trunks pulled one hand away, making the bowl wobble at first, then steady with the spoon. Trunks was proud of this new entertainment. Trunks caught sight of some Fruit Loops and lifted them with his free hand. After few minutes Trunks had everything that breakfast could be made of in a floating fortress.
Vegeta had cleaned up the half of the kitchen that he was working on. He turned around and stood up, he stared at Trunks' back. Trunks put his left hand against the counter and stood up,
"Daddy, daddy! Look what you tawt me ta do!"
He exclaimed turning around. Trunks' hand was leveled out in front of himself.
Vegeta stared at the empty hand,
"I can't see anything."
Trunks clenched his fist and all the things he had collected swung around him and stopped.
Vegeta looked at the food and at Trunks,
"How did you manage that?"
Vegeta asked.
Trunks lowered his hand and the food sat on the counter.
"Da spwoon wasn't wifting when I tried to lift it. I twied to do wh'you do'd with yowr hands."
Trunks said wiggling his fingers.
"When da spwoon no got like yowrs do'd, me get mad!"
Trunks giggled.
Vegeta looked to the entrance where Bulma stared at Trunks,
"That's really good Trunks, but do you remember what I told you about showing off?"
She asked pathetically.
Trunks frowned, his bottom lip quivered.
Vegeta looked to Trunks, then reached forward and took Trunks,
"Leave the kid alone, he is not even one and can lift his own breakfast, I was one and a half before I was able to."
Vegeta encouraged.
Bulma began picking things up,
"Well, how would you like it if you had no powers and your son started to use them in front of you?"
Bulma asked.
Vegeta set Trunks down on the counter.
"Why don't you just wait a while before doing anything else kay son?"
Trunks viciously nodded his head and smiled. Vegeta tapped Trunks' chin,
"Damn straight, now help your mom clean up will ya?"
Trunks leapt off the counter into Vegeta's chest.
Vegeta took Trunks and lowered him to the ground,
"Now run along."
Trunks laughed as he raced around the room and cleaned.
Vegeta looked at Bulma,
"I'll be back in a minute, I have something I need to get for the brat."
Trunks leapt up,
"Bh'I wanna go tooooooo!"
Bulma picked Trunks up,
"You can't go, because someone might see you."
Trunks whimpered,
"Bah daddy can teach me mowr stuff!"
Bulma sighed and looked to Vegeta who nodded.
Bulma set Trunks down,
"Kay but you need to be really good and do everything he tells you to do, nobody should know we're here."
Trunks hopped to the room where the door was.
Bulma looked at Vegeta,
"How is that going to work?"
Vegeta tossed some junk into the sink and put away Trunks' breakfast stuff,
"He knows how to fly, and I don't need to do much to teach him how to fly just as fast as me in a few minutes. Besides, he is . . . my son . . ."
Vegeta spaced out, an unrealization still stinging his voice.
Bulma sighed,
"Just be careful, kay?"
Vegeta nodded, as he walked by Bulma, he turned sideways and closed his eyes a bit. Bulma didn't see it coming and turned to say something to Vegeta.
In stead of Vegeta's lips touching her cheek, it touched her lips.
Bulma froze.
Vegeta held the kiss for a few seconds, realizing that he wasn't kissing her cheek, then he pulled away.
Bulma's lips stayed slightly parted.
Vegeta looked enticingly at her, yet blankly.
Bulma caved, she clutched Vegeta's hand and pulled it behind her.
Vegeta was pulled foreword, his back bent as Bulma pulled his hand down.
Bulma kissed Vegeta, he smirked in his head and put his hands to Bulma's back. Bulma let Vegeta pull her body closer to his, something stopped them though,
"Daddy! Mommy! I'm wost!"
They heard trunks yell.
Vegeta looked up to the roof.
Bulma rested her head of his chest and chuckled.
Vegeta raised his hand and lifted her chin.
Bulma closed her eyes and smiled as Vegeta briefly kissed her, leaving mysteriousness to her life. * * * Goku watched Goten draw pictures in the sand.
Piccolo stood over him and also watched.
Master Roshie flew in.
The ship settled and he jumped out.
Goku jumped up,
"Master Roshie! We have trouble and need your help!"
Master Rochie's tanned face and white beard stared at him,
"What's wrong now sunny?"
Goku watched Master Roshie jump down off the ship,
"Yah sure, what' da' ya want!?"
Goten hopped up to him,
"Well, Bulma's gone missing and I felt something powerful take her, and . . . and . . . we can't find her!"
Goten complained.
Master Roshie made some old man grunts as he waddled to the hut,
"Bulma? Oh she's a big girl. Vegeta's harmless compared to her, depending on how mad he makes her."
It took a second for Goku, Goten and Piccolo to realize he had said Vegeta.
"What the hell do you mean, Vegeta's harmless compared to her?"
Goku asked.
Master Roshie sat on Turtles back and sighed,
"As I was going to the groceries store, I passed by the cabin, I saw Vegeta take Bulma, I followed them for a few seconds, then in lost sight of them. I don't think anything bad will happen, he might get a few nail scratches but she'll be fine. He wouldn't have the guts to hurt his wife . . . hey wait, didn't he die?"
Piccolo groaned,
"I thought this could happen. When we wished for everybody that died while defending against Cell, or that died and was defenseless."
Goku grunted,
"I knew something bad would happen, I should start listening to myself for once."
Goten smirked,
"Vegeta sounds nice,"
Then he pouted,
"Why's my name not Vegeta!?"
Goku frowned,
"He's not as nice as you think son."
Goten smirked again,
"Well, lets go and find him, if he's so mean, he's bound ta be make'n trouble somewhere!"
Goku nodded,
"But, he's been alive for about a year and a half now, he's done a good job of not gotten caught."
Piccolo nodded,
"We should try and go back to where Goten stopped sensing him, maybe there's something that we missed."
Goku nodded and took Goten's hand.
Piccolo jerked from the ground and looked back to make sure Goku and Goten were following.
Authors Note I know I said about a year and a half, but I also said that after Vegeta died she figured out she was pregnant, add a few months of still being pregnant then Trunks is a year old so it all works out!!!!!!!