A./n. Yeah me again! I hope this one proves to be a bit better, It's my first attempt at an all humuor fic so who knows. Anywayz, lol, I originally had this on paper, hidden somewhere within a massive folder of forgotten fics and realized with a little touching up it'd be good enough to post. So here.....now on with the story.

Disclaimer: No...I don't own DragonballZ or any part of it; but oh the crazy things I could do if I did! ;)

Ages:
Trunks: 18
Goten: 17
Bra: 6
Pan:4

(ty. Brandon for correcting me)

Chapter 1: A new project

Bulma sat at her desk, staring blankly at the computer screen. "Darn! Why doesn't it work?!" She half-shouted at the machine, suppressing the urge to push the thing off the roof of Capsule Corp. and let it shatter into thousands of tiny pieces to the point of no repair. Not that it would help her any, it was just that she was well beyond frustrated with it, and it seemed Vegeta had rubbed off on her more than she preferred. Although, now, by the way the stupid piece of equipment was functioning, she was debating on having him come in and 'make it work' like he knew how.

She had been in her lab since the early hours of the morning working on what would be her newest invention. It was something like a time machine, all right in her eyes it was, but no one else wanted to see it that way. Ever since the androids, when Mirai Trunks first showed up in his time machine, she had always wondered how to actually build one herself, in this timeline. It never occurred to her what would happen if she succeeded.... As she studied the blue prints and plans again, for what would be the hundredth time, a dark shadow was soon cast across the desk, blocking what light she had, making it that much harder for her to see. She calmly took her eyes from the papers, noticing the shadow, knowing what was on the other side.

"Onna, how long are you going to sit there and constantly try to fix that contraption, only to realize again and again that it will not work?"

Craning her neck around casually she threw a meaningful stare in her onlooker's direction, preparing to give him an earful, though as sapphire met with a pair of obsidian eyes she paused as a small smirk played across his lips showing he was only fooling. Vegeta stood, leaning against the doorframe silently observing her, as he held a small bundle close in his strong arms. Their daughter was curled up, sound asleep in the protection of her father's arms, brought a warm smile to Bulma's face. It was a sight she wouldn't get to see again for a little while, or at least not when he noticed she was watching.

With a defeated sigh, she stood from her desk and laughed, amused by the sight of him actually holding their sleeping six year old, it seemed Bra couldn't sleep again, so she looked to her "papa" to help her get back to sleep. He also had a valid point about her project; it was kind of pointless to keep at it like she was.

"You know Vegeta, you're right." She walked out, past him, and before shutting the door, took one last glance over her shoulder at her new project.

Turning her attention back to Vegeta, "It amazes me, how you can get her to fall back asleep with no trouble at all. She's definitely a daddy's girl." She spoke, softly while tenderly brushing a few stray blue hairs from the child's angelic little face.

He was about to reply, when the sound of two, teenage male voices reached his sharp saiyan ears; along with the shutting of the back door as they obviously tried their best to be silent. Trunks and Goten we're sneaking in late once again it seemed.

As if it were ritual, Bulma carefully took hold of their daughter's sleeping form, cradling her in her arms as he flashed her his usual smug smirk. Turning away, he stalked down the hall and out towards where the two demi-saiyans were entering, assuming they were un-noticed by anyone. He chuckled darkly before flipping the light switch and bathing the entire room in a bright off white glow stopping the two boys dead in their tracks.

Frozen like deer in headlights, Goten and Trunks laughed nervously. "Hehe, uhh hey, dad.... didn't think you were still up....Well it's late better get to bed. Night!" He said quickly before he and Goten tried to make an escape towards his room.

"Trunks...." He narrowed his eyes at Goten, the youngest of Goku's boys; his son's best friend and in cases such as this, partner in crime. He gave a low, irritated growl but nothing more, frankly he was too tired to bother with either of them right now, as much fun as he would get out of making them squirm, his younger brat had kept him awake and now that she was finally down for the night, he wanted his sleep.

"Get yourself to bed...I'll deal with you and Kakarot's brat in the morning."

With twin heavy sighs of relief the two boys made a quick dash to Trunks' bedroom before his father could change his mind. Vegeta, simply gave a "Hmf." let it go and turned his eyes back to his mate. He need not voice his next thought, it was about time she put the kid back in her own room and they turned in themselves. He could use all the sleep he could possibly muster.

Tomorrow was going to be a rather hellious day; it just so happened that tomorrow was the day of the boys' very High School graduation, and Vegeta knew what that meant. The very thought made him cringe; there would be frantic women, hysterics, a thousand pictures and of course he knew the woman would do everything in her power to get him to dress up. To think, a simple white button down shirt and plain black pants didn't count as being 'dressed up'.

He shook his head "Crazy woman...."

Upon entering his bedroom he drew back the covers and slipped beneath them onto his side of their large bed, waiting for her to show up sometime soon. As if on cue, she stepped into the room, closing the door quietly before sliding into the bed beside him.

She sat up again, poking her index finger into his chest lightly, "Now remember Vegeta. I want you to look nice, for once just do me this favor. This isn't something that happens everyday you know! Trunks only graduates high school once in his life and I want it to be a special day that he'll remember."

He took his eyes from her finger to her own, growling softly but more out of annoyance. "Woman would you please?! I heard you the first three times now stop nagging and let me sleep. Besides, I'm not the one who promised Kakarot's woman that we'd be extra early."

Almost having forgotten that she'd promised Chi-Chi they would show up a few hours earlier, meaning they would have to get up pretty early as well. She rolled her eyes as he sighed and turned onto his side a bit, and laid back down herself now. She curled up beside him as he slipped an arm around her, keeping her close. Resting her head on his bare chest, she positioned herself so she could look up at him still, tracing a delicate finger over his muscles and chest.

"They grow up so fast....Well at least we still have Bra for that."

"Don't remind me...." He said gruffly yet quietly, before they finished all conversation for the night and let sleep claim them.

[a/n] Well there you have it....the first chapter! How's it coming? Good? Bad? Whatever you think, don't forget to leave a nice review! Though constructive criticism is always welcome. Till the next chapter then....