-1Arms Of The Angel

Chappie 23

Father/Son Bonding

By

Bulma

Vegeta sat in h is study and stared at the document before him. His hand, hesitantly on the pen and above the line on the parchment. He had to heavily consider what he was about to sign. This document could very well lead him to being over thrown. Was he really risking his birthright for the sake of this mere woman who not only bore him the wisest and powerful son way beyond his years, but she somehow saved them all and ended a 13-year war.

He let out a sigh and signed the parchment. Yes, he was willing to risk everything. Some, for this, could call him a fool. And true he might very well be at this point in time. Vegeta placed his writing utensil down and laid back in his throne warily. Kami knows when he would get a peaceful night's sleep again. Vegeta closed his eyes and began to slowly drift, however, he was unfortunately woken up to a knock at the door.

"Come in.," he stated loudly as he regain his posture. A messenger entered the room and bowed before his Prince. "Sire, Prince Trunks and his Mother have arrived and have been taken to the infirmary. I was sent to inform you." he stated his business to the point. Vegeta stood and put his parchment in an envelope. "Very well. I want you to take this to my Royal Advisors. Tell them to make this official and let Vegeta-sei know about this. Also tell them the war of the Kold's is over. That my son saved everyone's lives." "But sire…" "I know what happened, but just do it. Another thing, tell them if they lay a hand on you, I will personally spread their innards across this galaxy. I want you to report back to me once all of this is completed and give me a full report. Do you understand?"

"Hai sire, I shall be back as quickly as possible." "Very well." The messenger took the envelope from Vegeta and quickly left to complete his task. Vegeta ran a hand over his unrulely hair and features. "Well, I better go break the news to them." he opened his door and walked out.

-Infirmary!-

They had placed Bulma in a regen tank and only had to patch up the scratches on Trunks. It was only Trunks, the Doctor, and a floating Bulma in the room. The Doctor had sent the trio of rescuers to go get some food so he could do his job and later eat. The Doctor sat quietly at his desk, observing Bulma and awaiting for her to finish healing in the tank. Trunks meditated in front of the tank, protecting her, should something arise. Trunks sharply opened his eyes as he narrowed them at the door. Moments later, Vegeta walked through it. The Doctor stood and bowed before his Prince. "Sire, to what do I owe this pleasure of your visit?"

Vegeta's onyx eyes were set on the pair of blue narrowed before him. Trunks stood and bowed before his Father. "Prince Vegeta, if you've come here to harm my Mother or myself, knows that it will not be an easy battle. If I have to, I will kill you. So please, give us until she is better and we will leave your planet." Trunks spoke in a tone he had not used in years. Vegeta felt pain he had not felt before. "Trunks…" he spoke softly. Trunks stayed bowed before his Father and eyes set on the ground.

Vegeta turned towards the Doctor. "Leave us." "But sire.." "Bulma will be fine. Now leave us." Vegeta cutted in. "Very well…" the Doctor took his leave and Trunks finally gazed at his Father. Vegeta walked over and grabbed a couple of chairs. He sat in one and signaled for Trunks to sit in the other, facing him. Trunks did so and they stared each other down. Vegeta looked at Trunks, really, really looked at him. Before, as a boy who had extraordinary power and now…his new Royal Guard. But now, now he gazed at him for the first time a Father would gaze upon his son. His only son. He looked so much like Bulma, but he also some himself.

Trunks began to get uneasy as he noticed the same look on his Father's face he had been receiving all day. "Prince Vegeta, Sire, is there something you wanted if it is not my own exile?" "Yes, I want you to stop calling me Prince Vegeta." "Then, what should I call you Sire?" "Father or even "Dad" if you so wish for one. You are of Royal Blood. You are MY son." "Funny, last time I checked, you denied not only me but Mom as well. You didn't seem all that much happy to know this information."

"And could you blame me? You threw that in my face and in front of Saiyan Public none the less. Are my actions really that surprising?" Vegeta defended. "No it's not, but it hurt me more than you'll ever know." Trunks spoke softly. Vegeta's heart ached as he saw the familiar pain he had known all too well in his son's eyes. "You know, it hurts. I never knew you or Mom. And after the blood, sweat, and tears, I finally come back. What do I get in return for those years of hard labor and pain under Frieza's rule? I get kicked in the teeth as I'm on the ground. I have been rejected from the very people I have spent my whole life trying to get back. So stop playing games Prince Vegeta. As soon as Mom is healed, we'll leave."

"You call her Mother and yet you refuse to acknowledge me as your other…Trunks, I'm not playing mind games with you. You are my son. And as such, it is time I realize and be Saiyan enough to take my responsibilities. And as for where Prince Frieza is concerned, I'm glad he is dead or it will be me to take his life that I know of this information…" he hissed darkly. "And get yourself and Mom killed again?" Trunks asked.

"Trunks…how did your Mother and I died?" Vegeta finally asked the dreaded question. "To be honest…I barely know. I remember you both putting me in my crib to sleep and the next I hear screaming. I was in Mom's arms and you weren't there. She was crying. After that I was put in a cold cell and all I remember was the pain in my tail from where Frieza had tortured me for hours. From that day on, I grew up and became a warrior slave." Trunks spoke softly and looked away from his Father's gaze.

"I know…if I would have been stronger, I could have done something. If I could have been older, I could have done anything to prevents your deaths…" Vegeta gazed at his son with an expression he had never used in his life. An expression of sadness and love for his child in front of him. His face heavy with raw emotion. Then for the first time EVER in the Prince's life, he stood up and embraced his son, much less anyone for that matter. "D-dad?" "Son, there was nothing you could've done. If anyone should've been stronger, it should've been me. You didn't let anyone down. It was I." Vegeta spoke softy into Trunks' hair as Trunks returned the embrace.

As they parted Vegeta scooted his chair closer. "Trunks, you are my son and you will claim your legal birthright as Prince and I will ascend to King. You are home now. My people will accept you as their new Prince, regardless of Saiyan tradition. As of now, cross breeding is acceptable." "Dad…why are you doing all of this?" "Do you need to ask, I've told you, and you are my heir, my son, my child. You are the only family I have left. I don't' want to make the same mistakes my Father once had. Also, if I were you, I would keep what you have told me on Kold's base to yourself. If anyone asks, it was you that had saved us all and ended the war, not the Woman." "What! Why!" "For the safety of you both, just stick with that story. I've informed a few people of the happenings and they know the truth. However, they will keep their mouths shut."

"Dad, I still don't understand…" "The Saiyan people can deal with the fact that one of our won has defeated the Kold's and ended this war. It'll better our chances of this new law being accept and we still maintain our birthrights." "Okay, that makes some sense…I suppose." A knock came at the door, interrupting Vegeta before he could explain any further. Vegeta in turn stood up and walked over to the door and opened it.

There stood Bulma's Father, Dr. Briefs, with concern written all over his face as he gazed upon the Prince. A book was clutched in his hand and something was troubling this old man's state of mind. "Prince Vegeta, excuse my interruption, but I need to talk to you and my Grandchild right now in private if you both please." "Very well." Vegeta opened the door and allowed the older man to pass through. As Vegeta closed the door, he saw the man gazed upon his Daughter in the tank. "Don't worry Gramps, Mom's gonna be fine." Trunks tried to sound reassuring.

Dr. Briefs gazed upon his Grandchild. He was amazed and so shocked of why he didn't see it before. Trunks stood up and faced his Grandfather. "Gramps, I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier…" "Quite all right my boy. It's just shocking to see my Daughter's child…It's just…you look exactly like me when I was a boy." "Only stronger looking, right?" he joked. Dr. Briefs let out a chuckle. "Right…but there is a reason why I came here." "And what might that be?" Vegeta asked.

Dr. Briefs set his book down and opened to a page of a goddess embracing a Saiyan man. She had the Royal Vegeta-sei symbol upon her forehead and the man seemed to be powerful and golden locks defying gravity hair stood on end. Some writing was on the other side of the book and the text in a very foreign language. Son and Father gazed upon the book and instantly Vegeta knew. "You said my Daughter killed the Kold's and she had this symbol on her forehead? This was your prophecy before you were born, was it not Prince Vegeta?" Dr. Briefs looked at the Prince. Vegeta numbly shook head yes. "How is this possible? She's not even Saiyan…" "True, but I believe the prophesy is becoming a reality regardless if she is Saiyan or not." Dr. Briefs voiced. At this both turned to stare at Trunks intensely. "What? Swear, I had nothing to do with this!" he cried putting his hands up in front of him as he took a step back from their gazes.

"Hmmm this would explain a few thing, don't you agree Prince Vegeta?" Dr. Briefs spoke. "It all makes sense now…" "Um…cold I please be filled in here?" Trunks asked rather confused. "It's my birthright prophecy. I'm supposed to end up with the powerfullest of the Silver Moon Goddess'. There are 3 of them. My destiny is to become mate of the powerfullest of all 3. She is to mate with me and as well to produce a male heir, which in turn will succeed us both in power to finally bring the Universe to peace." Vegeta explained. The room went completely silent as they took it all in. All 3 of their gazed fell upon Bulma in the tank, floating in pure ignorant and peaceful bliss of the world around her. ("Mom…. What are you?" Trunks thought in confusion.

C'ya

Bulma

P.S. MOMENT OF ZEN!

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