Bulma slowly opened her eyes. She looked through the tank window as the water drained around her. She slowly leaned against the back of the tank as the rest of the water was drained out of it. Before she could blink her mask was removed and a little boy appeared in her wet lap. She closed her eyes.

"Mom! Are you feeling better yet?" Trunks asked as Bulma.

"Yes, I'm fine, now let me get up please," Trunks stepped to the side and helped his mother out of the tank. She managed to stand up and the first thing she saw besides a head full of lavender hair was Vegeta. She walked toward him and before he could do anything she slapped him full in the face.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR ONNA?" He roared, refusing to touch his stinging face, but the look in Bulma's eyes told him she hurt much more.

"YOU LIED TO ME!" She yelled, she grabbed Trunks' hand and walked from the room. It then dawned on him what she meant and walked up behind Goku.

"Kakkarott take me to my room, I want to settle down before I accidentally assassinate the Ouji," she barked. Goku did as he was told with Vegeta following behind telling him to bring her to his room. She was shown to her room and she gladly took in her surroundings, then she noticed that it was also Vegeta's room. "Trunks, go and wash up for whatever meal were having next, damn I don't even know the time," She growled,

"It's the middle of the night mom," Trunks said, crawling into the large bed. Bulma frowned, then nodded her head,

"Guess a little more sleep couldn't hurt." So she crawled in next to Trunks and soon he was asleep, but Bulma couldn't sleep, she was too hungry.

"Onna, get up," Vegeta demanded,

"Why should I?" she growled back softly,

"Why are you speaking softly?" he asked back, quieter then before,

"Trunks is asleep, I want to keep it that way," She frowned as two hands grabbed her roughly around the waist and hauled her from bed. Then she was set on the floor,

"I'm sorry," Vegeta said simply.

"What?" she asked dumbfounded. Vegeta growled and repeated what he said with a bit more of an explanation.

"I'm sorry for not doing as I said I would, I didn't want to take the chance Freiza would destroy the pod with you and the brat in it," he said it so softly that Bulma had to strain to hear him.

Vegeta pulled her lithe form against him and hugged her, (A/N Yes Vegeta is being OOC. He thinks Trunks is sleeping and its dark in the room so no one can see him being soft or in his words, weak.)

Bulma hugged back albeit reluctantly but it was a start,

"I was worried about you. I couldn't feel you through our bond, I couldn't feel anything," Bulma cried into his shoulder eight years of worry over Vegeta. In eight years she had not cried at all, except when she found out that Vegeta was not coming for her and Trunks. Then she found she had to fend for both Trunks and herself, so that's what she did. Vegeta frowned as he felt the soft shuddering of the onna against him. He was sorry that he had caused so much pain for the onna.

"Onna, stop crying," Vegeta said gruffly, Bulma grinned faintly and gave a weak laugh. She knew she was making Vegeta uncomfortable so she kissed him full on the mouth, taking him by surprise. Vegeta, after the few seconds he was in a surprised state, responded to the kiss, backing Bulma into the wall.

"We need to stop," Bulma murmured against his lips as he reached up into her hair,

"Why?" he asked,

"Trunks," she murmured, turning toward the bed. As if knowing he was being talked about, Trunks let out a loud snore then went back to his soft breathing. Vegeta groaned,

"That brat is definitely getting a different room in the morning." Vegeta pulled away after one last kiss and started toward the bed, Bulma in toe.

Vegeta pulled the blankets back and removed his armor and boots, along with his shirt. Bulma crawled in before he did, curling Trunks up next to her. She felt Vegeta molded himself to her backside and wrapped his arms along with his tail around her waist.

"What's the brat like?" Vegeta asked suddenly. Shocked that he would ask anything so personal out loud, she decided that she would answer as best as she could.

"He's a lot like you," Bulma said softly, not knowing that at that moment Trunks woke up, hearing voices so close to him, "He acts like you most of the time, he's stubborn, likes to fight a lot. Even ran off with a few of my inventions just to get a spar outta me," she laughed softly and Trunks grinned, he remembered those times,

"He started walking a few months after he was born, as you know. He was fighting by the age of two. I had him study hard, balancing training and studying just so you wouldn't get angry for all his time took up by studying." Bulma grinned as she felt Vegeta, who went tight as a bow string when he heard her say she had him studying hard, but relaxed when she said she had it balanced.

"He enjoys swimming, he likes to play around a lot, he's got a good mind on him, he'll be a great strategist one day if you have him in the army, I'm sure he'd enjoy that more then I would. He's compassionate about others, cares for what they think. I know you may think that's weak, but I find it an admirable trait in a person. He's funny, makes me laugh a lot. He's very strong, really strong. He's supper saiya-jin, and I think there's a level after the first, his hair got longer once, when a friend of his got hurt when some bastards tried to take the planet over. Well, Trunks went all out on him and they never stood a chance. Turn's out his friend just got a bump on the head and is doing fine to this day. He's a loyal son and a loyal friend. He loves to sit and watch the clouds go by, he doesn't say it often, but he likes problems that make him think a lot, like a brain teaser." She smiled as she remembered the first time she'd given Trunks something like that to work and it'd taken him hours to finish it, but when he did he was so proud he asked for another one. She gave this memory to Vegeta and he snorted in his amusement.

"He loves to help people out, and I'm sure you two would get along just fine," Trunks grinned a bit and burrowed under the blankets a bit more. They went silent after he did this, but that was okay, because he knew that he had a mother, and now he had a father, and he would enjoy looking up to both people, and learning more about his father. Trunks yawned it was so late. So he closed his eyes and knew no more of the conversations his parents had all night long about him and what had happened the last eight years of his life. However, the last thing he did hear was from his father,

"Goodnight Brat, I'm sorry I wasn't there for you, but I will from now on," Of course he thought that he was asleep when his mother went to the bathroom, but that's besides the point. At least he knew that his father, his real one, cared about him...

Sniff, goodbye, this is the end, really the end. I don't think I should write anymore. I might do a sequel with Trunks and Pan in it, but I'm not sure. I'd need REVEIWS :Hint. Hint: To see weather or not I should.

Tabi Chan