A/N: I, once again, start by apologising for the ,very, late update.
The World Cup soccer is going on, and here in Holland, we like soccer!

So instead of writing, I've been watching Brazil embaress themselves, Argentina lose to the Germans because of penalty's, even though they played much better,
and Italy and France will play in the final on Sunday!

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What kind of fucking idiot have I been? What the hell have I been doing for the past few days?

I'm becoming weak. There's no other way to describe it. I am becoming a weakling.

Two days ago in the mountains, I have shamelessly admitted to myself that I care for this woman.
What's next? Will I be like an earthling on those ridiculous television shows that Bulma watches, who go on their knees and tell some other earthling how much they "love" her?
Those morons who beg their mate not to leave them, because they will die when he's not around? Fuck, fuck, fuck!

I am NOT some pathetic weak human who will neglect his pride, just to please his mate.
I am the prince of all Saiyans! What the hell was I thinking when I 'admitted' that she controls me?
No human controls me! Vegeta, the Saiyan Prince, legendary Super-Saiyan, more powerful than any human ever could ever dream of becoming!
What on 'Earth' possesed me to believe that some low-life human could get me to do anything for her, and could bow me to her will?

This, and more, was going through my head as I lay in bed, thinking about what had happened the previous day.

I spent the entire day on my own, thinking about Buu in the mountains.

A small part of me wishes that what I may have said to myself that day could be made undone. I wish I had lied to myself that day, or in some way, tried to convince myself that there is nothing tying me to that woman and her child. That I was able to leave them whenever I pleased, that my unborn child was nothing more than another heir to the throne, and that their death would simply be welcome, and I would finally be free of distractions.

But I can't.

I have, somehow, grown fond of them. I don't know when it happened, and I am unable to identify the moment where it had all gone wrong.

Was it during the birth of my son that I had started getting feelings for the woman? I remember the first time I had felt proud of my son. It wasn't even the time when he had showed me that he had become a Super Saiyan, but the moment that Kakarrot's kid fell out of the ring. My son had defeated Kakarrot's brat, and at that point, I couldn't have felt more proud of him.

"Vegeta, are you there? Earth to Vegeta?" I am disturbed by Bulma's hand waving in front of my face.

"Yes woman, what is it?" "I was just wondering, whether you want to know what I made for you, you know, the 'surprise'." She looks at me, her eyes sparkling as she looks at me.

Is she waiting for me to tell her how excited I am, how I can no longer contain my excitement. Well, too bad for her. "It will have to wait until tomorrow."

"Why?" she asks with an emotion creeping through her voice, was it dissapointment?

"I don't feel like getting up right now, woman." I reply.

"You do know I have a name, don't you?" "Woman..." I say through gritted teeth.

"That's not the one, Veggie-Head." she says. Veggie-head? What the fuck?

"Veggie-Head...?" I aks questionely. "Woman...?" she replies

"You don't enjoy me calling you a woman?" I ask her while I raise one eyebrow.

"No, actually I don't."

"I see. And why do you take such insult in me calling you a woman? It is your gender, is it not?" I smirk. "Or have you perhaps become a man without my knowledge?
Is that the reason why 'woman' is degrading? Maybe I should take another look and see whether everything is still the way I remember it" I smirk as I lift up her night gown.

Bulma starts laughing hysterically, and tries to pull her nightgown down. "Oh my God, Vegeta! What happened to you?" she nearly screams as I climb on top off her.

"Lets find out now, shall we?" and I press my mouth agains hers. She stops laughing and returns the kiss passionatly. She wraps her arms around my neck and deepens the kiss.
I pull her closer and start undressing her slowly.

A few hours later, she falls asleep in my arms.

When had I accepted my feelings for Bulma? I'm not sure. I do know that when I wasn't sure whether or not to sacrifice my life for Buu, she was on my mind.
I saw her image when I felt like giving up, and everytime I feel as though there's no point in it all, I see her.

She had giving me a son, one that had the ability to one day surpass even my power.
Was that the moment? The birth of my son? I doubt it. Especially after she told me the child's name is Trunks. What kind of warrior's name is Trunks?
Even though the child's second name is Vegeta, I still find that name laughable.

And childbirth, what a disgusting experience. I'm glad I haven't seen everything of it. The moment when they first showed my son, I was supposed to be glad, happy and proud.

I felt nothing of the sort.

My son, they Saiyan prince, the heir of the Saiyan empire, looked like a rat. I had never seen a creature more ugly than my own son. He was red, blue, slimy, soaked with blood and didn't even open his eyes.

All those Earthlings claiming that the birth of their child was the happiest day of their lives, must be either blind, or out of their fucking minds.
Only a few months later, after he had hit his mother because she refused to feed him meat, did I feel that he was my son, and I was a father.

But the moment he won the tournament, and had officially become a warrior, did I tell myself that I did care about him. But the woman, she was something else.

Trunks' conceiving was obviously a mistake. We hadn't planned on having a child, simply because I did not want to be a father, and we hated each other's guts. Or so we thought.
The first time she told me she loved me, I was in shock. I don't think she realised what she had said, but I was disgusted.
How could she love me? We barely knew each other. I haven't told her I loved her. Because I don't. Love is not for warriors, only for the weak.

She thinks I love her. It would hurt her if she would find out that even though I might care for her, it doesn't mean that I love her. I simply don't want her to die. That doesn't mean I love her. Does it?
Of course not. What a ridiculous thought, I must be losing it completely. Maybe I should get some sleep, so I can set my thought straight. I definetly do not love her. I am the prince of all Saiyans.

I wake up the following morning. The woman's still asleep. I must have worn her out. At that precise moment, I hear a yawn and she turns around to face me. She's awake, what great timing.

"Good morning Veggie-Head" She says as she smiles at me. "Hmpf. Whatever...woman" I smirk as her eyes light up with fury.

"The name is Bulma! Geez, I thought that maybe after ten years you might have learned that my name is Bulma, not woman!" She's irritated, but her eyes are twinkling with amusement.

"So Veg, what are your plans for today?" she asks me. What a ridiculus question. "Train" I answer gruffly.

"Wow. How original Vegeta. Don't you ever feel like doing anything else?" she asks me with one eyebrow raised up in question. "No" I reply briefly and get out of bed.

Five hours later, it's time for lunch. I have been training harder than ever. But today, without Trunks. He's been nagging at Bulma all day to get her to build him his own Gravity Room for his birhtday.

I smirk. Now that's my son. I find it easier to feel proud of my own flesh and blood, than to admit I have feeling for Bulma. Mostly because every time I try to get close, I can hear my father's voice: 'Love is for the weak, not the Saiyan elite' and Frieza often joins him: 'Only fools would fall in love. You don't want to risk losing your power, now do you Vegeta?'

No, I don't. But does she take away my power? An enemy could easily take advantage of our relationship, and kidnap her so he could blackmail me. But does that necessarily have to be seen as a weakness? Can't you see her as strength, if I'm willing to raise my power level and fight until death, just to protect her?

Why is it that mating is always seen as weakness, and yet every single Saiyan would give up his life and fight until the very limits of their power, all for their mates?

"Dad, dad, dad!" I hear my son screaming excited as he storms into the GR.

"What is it, son?"

"Mom's gonna build me my own little mini-gravity room!" he says with a proud look on his face.

I smirk at him. That's my son.

"Good work, son. Now let's go tell your mother we're hungry and demand food" He nods and walks out of the Gravity Room with me.

"Oh, come on, both of you. First you annoy me with your whining, and now you aks me to cook for you? You gotta be kidding me!"
No, we are not kidding. I'm hungry.

"Bulma, if I don't get some food now, I'll pass out. Can you give us the food?" I ask her nice, not even in a commanding way.

"Did you just call me, Bulma?" she asks me.
"Yes, why? Is Bulma not good enough this time? Would you prefer me to call you by another name? Is there a problem, woman?"

She sighs. "No, Bulma's fine. Just a little surprised that 'The Prince of all Saiyans' would listen to me." She winks as she walks away to bring some food over to the table.

I don't even feel like thinking of some smart-ass reply. I'm just too confused.

How am I to know whether love is good or bad for your strength, if I'm afraid to find out?

A/N: Next chapter is the very, very last chapter of this fic! I will however be going on holiday today, so I'm not sure when it will come out! Thanks for sticking with me! Also one other thing: any suggestions for a next fic?

Once again, sorry bout the wait: R&R PLEASE!