With You
By Pikachu Hunter
Epilogue: One year and three months later...
"Vegeta...?" Bulma wandered down the hallway, in search of the Saiyan Prince, yet she searched not alone. She carried a baby in her arms, who waved his arms in the air, batting at everything he imagined was there. He laughed loudly, and Bulma looked at the boy. "What is so funny, huh? Your daddy loses rings AND himself, and all you can do is laugh?" She said sternly to him. He laughed again, not understanding a word Bulma had said, save 'daddy.' Bulma laughed as well, and messed up his hair, which was a lavender color. A gene inherited from his mother, who hugged him close as she peered into the next room in a long hallway. "Vegeta, where are you?!"
"Ah!" The baby yelled, putting his hands over his eyes, then pulling them away and shouting.
"That's, right, Trunks, peek-a-boo!" Bulma said, smiling, and shut the door to the room they'd just looked in. She continued on, looking in every room, and Trunks repeated the action. "Ah!"
"We'll play after we find daddy, okay, Trunks? Mommy has to find him, first!" Bulma said, becoming agitated, because she could not find Vegeta. "Vegeta, you better not have run off on one of those damn training trips again!" She said, putting a hand on her hip, and balancing the six-month-old in her other arm. "Ah!" Trunks did it yet again.
"Okay...peek-a-boo!" Bulma covered her eyes with one hand, the other, of course, keeping Trunks from falling, and removed it. But she didn't see anything when she took her hands away. It was dark...? "What?" Bulma touched her face. Someone's hands.
"Peek-a-boo," said a rough voice as the hands fell away, and revealed Vegeta in their place.
"There you are! Where did you go?!" Bulma demanded.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe I ran off on one of my damn training trips again." Vegeta smirked.
Bulma laughed. "Well now I've forgotten why I went to find you. Maybe the reason will turn up when I'm emptying pockets before I put them in the wash?" She said.
"Okay, so I thought I lost the ring. Can we just forget about it?" Vegeta rolled his eyes. Bulma frequently recalled how he'd left the engagement ring for his proposal in the pocket of his brown slacks, and Bulma had found it before throwing the pants in the washing machine. She'd asked him what it was, and so ruined the surprise. He'd knelt right there, in the kitchen, where she found him sneaking part of dinner, and asked her to marry him. Even when Goku was right there as well, 'borrowing' dinner's appetizer as they took a break from an intense day of training. Their Saiyan stomachs could hold out no longer.
"Maybe. Come eat lunch." Bulma hugged Vegeta with one arm, and Trunks grabbed the unoccupied side of his father, laughing and clinging to the arm, which wanted to wrap around the eighteen-year-old girl half-embracing him. "Trunks..." Vegeta watched his son hold onto him. He smiled and took the boy in his own arms. "You will make a good warrior one day," he said, noticing Trunks still refused to let go of his father's arm.
"I was thinking he should take over Capsule Corporation, instead." Bulma said firmly.
"What? Be president? Why? This planet needs saving, and I am not immortal, woman! Trunks will be an asset to the world's defenses one day!" Vegeta obviously opposed the idea of anyone who had his blood running through their veins sitting behind a desk taking phone calls and signing papers all day.
"Well he can fight on the side, company first! I don't want Trunks to be like you!" Bulma said.
"Does that mean you don't want him to have a beautiful wife, to whom he cannot resist making love to?"
"What?! No, I mean--" Bulma was interrupted as Vegeta clamped his mouth over Bulma's and Trunks was left to watch the violent kissing go on. He stared as his mother laughed, though her mouth was not technically open, and his small jaw dropped when he was set on the floor and his father pushed the helpless mother against the wall.
"Daddy...?" Trunks murmured. Vegeta stopped his caressing immediately as he heard his son speak. The boy had never spoken a real word before. Bulma gasped. "Trunks, you said your first word!" She laughed, picking him up, and kissed him on the top of his head.
"Daddy!" Trunks said loudly, and more confidently. "Daddy, daddy!" He sang, reaching his arms towards his father.
"That's right..." Vegeta held the boy, and gave him a small hug. "Trunks. What a time to pick to say something."
"Look at the little boy we've created." Bulma took Trunks in her arms, and ruffled his hair.
"Our son." Vegeta put his arm around Bulma's shoulder.
Trunks, having nothing else he was able to say, uttered his first word in a shouting in agreement. "Daddy!"
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Thankyou to anyone and everyone who read or reviewed, I am so happy I finally finished this fiction!
A very special thanks to Whitney, Kat, and all of my other frequent reviewers!!
This fiction, of all my works, so far, has received the most reviews, the number steadily increasing on the better side of seventy-five- -meaning I might reach my one hundred review mark soon! Thanks to everyone who tried to make this wish come true!
And, as I have been told by my faithful reviewers the past few chapters, all good things must come to an end. Hence, the end of this fiction--there shall be no more. [And God said, let there be the immortal sentence, "the end."]
THANKYOU, EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!
Kai
By Pikachu Hunter
Epilogue: One year and three months later...
"Vegeta...?" Bulma wandered down the hallway, in search of the Saiyan Prince, yet she searched not alone. She carried a baby in her arms, who waved his arms in the air, batting at everything he imagined was there. He laughed loudly, and Bulma looked at the boy. "What is so funny, huh? Your daddy loses rings AND himself, and all you can do is laugh?" She said sternly to him. He laughed again, not understanding a word Bulma had said, save 'daddy.' Bulma laughed as well, and messed up his hair, which was a lavender color. A gene inherited from his mother, who hugged him close as she peered into the next room in a long hallway. "Vegeta, where are you?!"
"Ah!" The baby yelled, putting his hands over his eyes, then pulling them away and shouting.
"That's, right, Trunks, peek-a-boo!" Bulma said, smiling, and shut the door to the room they'd just looked in. She continued on, looking in every room, and Trunks repeated the action. "Ah!"
"We'll play after we find daddy, okay, Trunks? Mommy has to find him, first!" Bulma said, becoming agitated, because she could not find Vegeta. "Vegeta, you better not have run off on one of those damn training trips again!" She said, putting a hand on her hip, and balancing the six-month-old in her other arm. "Ah!" Trunks did it yet again.
"Okay...peek-a-boo!" Bulma covered her eyes with one hand, the other, of course, keeping Trunks from falling, and removed it. But she didn't see anything when she took her hands away. It was dark...? "What?" Bulma touched her face. Someone's hands.
"Peek-a-boo," said a rough voice as the hands fell away, and revealed Vegeta in their place.
"There you are! Where did you go?!" Bulma demanded.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe I ran off on one of my damn training trips again." Vegeta smirked.
Bulma laughed. "Well now I've forgotten why I went to find you. Maybe the reason will turn up when I'm emptying pockets before I put them in the wash?" She said.
"Okay, so I thought I lost the ring. Can we just forget about it?" Vegeta rolled his eyes. Bulma frequently recalled how he'd left the engagement ring for his proposal in the pocket of his brown slacks, and Bulma had found it before throwing the pants in the washing machine. She'd asked him what it was, and so ruined the surprise. He'd knelt right there, in the kitchen, where she found him sneaking part of dinner, and asked her to marry him. Even when Goku was right there as well, 'borrowing' dinner's appetizer as they took a break from an intense day of training. Their Saiyan stomachs could hold out no longer.
"Maybe. Come eat lunch." Bulma hugged Vegeta with one arm, and Trunks grabbed the unoccupied side of his father, laughing and clinging to the arm, which wanted to wrap around the eighteen-year-old girl half-embracing him. "Trunks..." Vegeta watched his son hold onto him. He smiled and took the boy in his own arms. "You will make a good warrior one day," he said, noticing Trunks still refused to let go of his father's arm.
"I was thinking he should take over Capsule Corporation, instead." Bulma said firmly.
"What? Be president? Why? This planet needs saving, and I am not immortal, woman! Trunks will be an asset to the world's defenses one day!" Vegeta obviously opposed the idea of anyone who had his blood running through their veins sitting behind a desk taking phone calls and signing papers all day.
"Well he can fight on the side, company first! I don't want Trunks to be like you!" Bulma said.
"Does that mean you don't want him to have a beautiful wife, to whom he cannot resist making love to?"
"What?! No, I mean--" Bulma was interrupted as Vegeta clamped his mouth over Bulma's and Trunks was left to watch the violent kissing go on. He stared as his mother laughed, though her mouth was not technically open, and his small jaw dropped when he was set on the floor and his father pushed the helpless mother against the wall.
"Daddy...?" Trunks murmured. Vegeta stopped his caressing immediately as he heard his son speak. The boy had never spoken a real word before. Bulma gasped. "Trunks, you said your first word!" She laughed, picking him up, and kissed him on the top of his head.
"Daddy!" Trunks said loudly, and more confidently. "Daddy, daddy!" He sang, reaching his arms towards his father.
"That's right..." Vegeta held the boy, and gave him a small hug. "Trunks. What a time to pick to say something."
"Look at the little boy we've created." Bulma took Trunks in her arms, and ruffled his hair.
"Our son." Vegeta put his arm around Bulma's shoulder.
Trunks, having nothing else he was able to say, uttered his first word in a shouting in agreement. "Daddy!"
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Thankyou to anyone and everyone who read or reviewed, I am so happy I finally finished this fiction!
A very special thanks to Whitney, Kat, and all of my other frequent reviewers!!
This fiction, of all my works, so far, has received the most reviews, the number steadily increasing on the better side of seventy-five- -meaning I might reach my one hundred review mark soon! Thanks to everyone who tried to make this wish come true!
And, as I have been told by my faithful reviewers the past few chapters, all good things must come to an end. Hence, the end of this fiction--there shall be no more. [And God said, let there be the immortal sentence, "the end."]
THANKYOU, EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!
Kai