Chapter 11 – Reunited

Bulma looked up as the door to her private room opened, and she felt her heart rate increase as Vegeta entered the room. His face remained emotionless as he walked closer and closer to the bed, and she felt herself becoming afraid of what his reaction would be to her reappearance. Just how angry would he be for what she had done to him?

"Vegeta, I'm so sorry." She said, tears burning in her eyes. "I was just so angry and…"

"Shhh." Vegeta held up a hand, silencing Bulma. "Save your strength, woman. You need to rest."

"But…" Bulma was once again silenced by Vegeta.

"We both did terrible things." Vegeta told her, sitting down on the bed and taking her hand in his. "I hurt you, and in return you hurt me. We're even."

Bulma nodded, closing her eyes slightly as she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen.

"You ok?" Vegeta asked, looking at her in concern.

"Yup." Bulma assured him as the pain passed. "I just had my stomach cut open and a baby pulled out of it. The anaesthetic's starting to wear off, that's all." She looked across the room at a small crib at the end of her bed. "You seen him yet?"

Vegeta shook his head, and Bulma slowly sat up, reaching into the crib and pulling out a small bundle, wrapped in a white blanket.

Vegeta's eyes widened in fear as Bulma went to hand the baby to him, and he stood up quickly, and he held his hands up, away from his son.

"You don't want anything to do with him." Bulma said, clutching her newborn son to her chest, her eyes filling, once again, with tears. "Why did you bother coming in here if you didn't want anything to do with him?"

"Onna," Vegeta said, breathing deeply. "If I didn't want anything to do with him, I wouldn't have just told a doctor and all of your weakling little friends that I am his father!"

"Then what's the problem?" Bulma asked, confused.

Vegeta looked down at the sleeping baby in her arms, and once again found himself utterly, and somewhat uncharacteristically, terrified by how tiny he was. "What if I break him?" Vegeta closed his eyes as he admitted his fear, embarrassed by his own weakness. "He's so small."

Bulma felt her heart swell with love as she saw Vegeta's fear of hurting his son. Smiling lovingly, she inched closer to him, and held the tiny baby out for him to take.

"Just support his head in the crook of your arm." She told him, placing the baby in his hesitant arms. "And make sure you don't squeeze him."

Vegeta looked down at his son, and realised that, for the first time in his life, he wasn't looking at love as a weakness. He loved his family, he realised that now. But he didn't see it as a weakness. Contrary to everything he had believed for his whole life, he felt that, because of his love for them, he could do anything. Suddenly, he remembered a human tradition he had discovered upon moving to this world.

"Bulma, marry me."

A/N: I know, a really short chapter. That just felt like the right place to end it. It's not the end of the fic, though, don't worry. I wouldn't do that to ya! Make sure you review people!

Oh, and make sure you check out my new fic "Never Been Kissed" based on the movie. AND REVIEW THAT ONE TOO!