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When I saw Frieza return to this planet, my mouth fell open. He had to be dead. The legendary reborn couldn't have failed. There was no way.
I was ready to fight him, but somewhere deep inside I knew that if Kakarrot had failed, I couldn't beat him.
Or maybe I was wrong, and he wasn't a super Saiyan,and Frieza would once again slaughter us.But then that purple haired freak came.

I was appaled when he transformed. How the fuck could he be so strong? He was nobody, he didn't even look like a proper Saiyan.
What was he, who was he, and how did he get so strong? I couldn't believe it. What also bothered me, was that I caught him staring at me.
He kept looking, even after I told him off, he just kept staring at me. And miraculously, he knew exactly when Kakarrot would arrive.

Then they 'fought'. It disgusted me. It wasn't just Kakarrot who surpassed me, that boy had done the same thing.

Kakarrot was dumbstruck. He just looks at me, with his mouth open and his eyes bulging I don't feel like waiting for him to say something, so I take matters into my own hands.

"Bulma is waiting for us. Follow me into the kitchen."

He nods, and looks at me. He reminds me of Trunks, who was staring at me in the same way.
"Spit it out, Kakarrot. I'm losing my patience." I say to him.

"Erm, I don't really know what to say Vegeta." And suddenly he gets serious.

"I'm really sorry if I made you feel that way, Vegeta. I never meant to hurt your feelings, and never wanted you to be angry at me.
You've been through much more than me, and I respect you for that. I just want all of us to get along" He finishes with a big grin.

I don't reply and just walk through the door.

When I found out that the boy from the future was my son, it all made sense.
I was no longer angry at him for destroying Frieza. If I couldn't do it, it would have to be my son.

Justice was served, and how he got a Super Saiyan was no longer a secret. I just didn't know how to talk to him.

I wasn't there in his time, and thinking about that fills me with shame. I was killed by a robot. Gohan had to take over Trunks' training.
When I found out, I promised myself that I would be there for my son. To make sure he got the training he deserved.

I would be there.

But as the years progressed, I found out that I wasn't there. I couldn't relate to the brat. I never learned how.

My father only paid no attention to me when he, me and my mother would be training together. But when she died, he got colder and more distant.
He didn't talk to me outside training. So how was I supposed to bring up my own son, I never had an example.

Bulma kept saying that I need to spend more time with him outside of the gravity room. But what was I supposed to do with him?
I felt uncomfortable around him, so I ignored him. But the boy was so determined to prove himself, that he was around me all the time.

Eventually I gave in, and started taking him to the park as a reward for a good training. It gave him a reason to truly do his best as a fighter,
and it was a perfect excuse for me to enjoy his company.

We enter the kitchen, where Bulma stands waiting for us.

"Boy Bulma, bring on the food. I'm so hungry I could eat a horse" Kakarrot says happily. I walk over to where Bulma stands,
so I can wash my hands. "Are you allright?" she whispers to me. "Of course I am woman, why wouldn't I be? Just don't forget why I'm doing this"
I say to her quietly so Kakarrot doesn't hear me. He probably did because of his hearing, but he chose to act as if he didn't.

My mate puts the food on the table and I sit down on the opposite side of Kakarrot. Bulma sits in the seat next to me.

"Where's Trunks?" I ask while Kakarrot sits there stuffing his face."He's in the woods, playing with Goten. Why, you wanted something?"She replies. "No, I was just wondering where he was" I reply casually. She looks at me, as if she knows something. I return her gaze.

Once again, someone is staring at me. Those piercing blue eyes remind me of my sons, and the way he looked at me when we were training in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.

He kept wanting my attention, always wanted to talk to me, so he could find out what kind of person his father was. Well, he did find out.
And he didn't like it one bit.

"Bulma, cmoud mwuah bwin sam ewoms?" Kakarrot's 'talking' broke our stare. "Manners Goku, don't talk with your mouth full!" Bulma says playfully.

Kakarrot swallows and attempts to explain what he wants. "Could you bring some eggrolls?" Bulma stands up and walks to the refrigerator.
He never seizes to amaze me. And he disgusts me still.

After an hour of hearing nothing but Kakarrot's stomach, he finally gets up. "Thank for the food Bul, but I really gotta go now. I'll send Trunks home. ok?"

"Why, let them play for a while?" Bulma says. I disagree. "Absolutely not, send him back Kakarrot. He needs to get some proper training"

Bulma looks at me. "Erm, allright then Vegeta. I'll see you guys around, bye everyone!" Kakarrot says before he flies out of the window.
Bulma is still looking at me. She knows why I want Trunks home.

I stand up. "I'm going to train." I say without looking at her and walk out the door.

I can hear her sighing and calling one of the robots to clean up after us.

The woman knows me better than anyone. She knows how I feel about my son. After all, she gave birth to him.

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