Another couple months had passed. Training was going well, even Sno could fly beautifully. She also had concerts twice a month, she had accepted the spot in the Orchestra. Vegeta still trained, nearly every day. He still made time for Sno, even if was just for thirty minutes.

Lately, however, Vegeta and Sno have been seeing each other less and less. Vegeta was more... harsh than usual. Sno had started to worry and went to Bulma. Just find something, Sno had said. Sno had wanted Bulma to research the Saiyan race. She knew this wasn't Vegeta, something had happened, or is happening.

So, here Bulma is. Staring at her computer screen, her desk littered with old text books, ancient scrolls and a few boxes. Bulma had finally narrowed her research down to three books and a scroll. She yawned, squinting at the blurring words. She noticed a symbol that seemed out of place. She rummaged through the books, she had seen it before.

"Here it is," she muttered to herself.

As she read the passage, she started to go red and chuckled. Is this what was wrong? This is gold.

Saiyans go through time period of irritability, violence and withdrawal when the urge to reproduce arises. This happens when the Saiyan finds his/her Soul Mate*. The behavior of the Saiyan will only subside when a child has been conceived.

Soul Mate: (noun; sol may-t)

The strongest bond that a Saiyan is capable of. This bond is so rare, there are three bonds of that magnitude in the known race. Tragically, all of those couples have passed on.

Bulma gawked at the computer screen, mouth agape. She couldn't believe it. Soul Mates is great, but she still couldn't get over the fact that-

"You've got to be kidding me. He's just horny? Christ," Bulma sighed.

Speak of the devil, she just saw him walk by.

"Vegeta, come here," she called.

Vegeta sighed and turned around, glaring at her. "What?"

She gestured to the computer, waiting for him to read it. He hesitated, then sighed, leaning down to read it. His brows furrowed, then his eyes widened.

"What the hell is this?"

"Its what's wrong with you. You've been a giant ass lately, so I did some research," Bulma sighed.

"I'm always an ass," Vegeta argued.

"I know that. Everyone knows that. But you've been an ass to Sno, and you're never an ass to her."

Vegeta sighed and looked down at the desk in shame. She was right. He had been so crude, harsh, and a downright ass to his precious Sno. He had been avoiding her now, and it was killing him.

"So, that settles it. You've gotta get her pregnant," Bulma confirmed, crossing her arms.

Vegeta choked on his breath. "Don't be ridiculous! I'm not going to force that upon her."

"Of course not. You have to talk to her first. Figure it out. And quickly, 'cause you're getting on my damn nerves," Bulma snapped. And she walked off.

Vegeta took off into the night, banking to the east toward Sno's house. He landed in front of her house, tapping on the door. He tapped his foot nervously. How the hell is he supposed to tell her about what's going on? Sno opened the door, the nightly winds picking up her dress gently. Vegeta's urge grew; he had been away from her too long.

"Hi, Vegeta," Sno smiled. She'd missed him. She knew something was wrong, she gave him the space he wanted.

"I know what's wrong with me now," Vegeta huffed.

Sno nodded, gesturing for him to step inside. They walked to her couch and sat down. Vegeta hadn't touched her yet.

"So, what's wrong?"

Vegeta took a deep breath. "Its something that my race goes through. We go through this period where... there is a bond that my race can experience. They call it Soul Mates. It's the rarest form of mates, the only other three that my race knows of have passed."

"And you've been grumpy because you've found your Soul Mate?" Sno grinned. "I think that's something to be somewhat happy about."

"Of course that makes me happy! I've found it in you," Vegeta said, taking her hands in his. He still looked concerned.

"Then what else is wrong?"

"I have an... urge. It's, apparently, normal to experience it," Vegeta sighed. He couldn't believe he was asking her this.

"So, you want sex," Sno said plainly.

"It's not just that," he sighed, he couldn't look at her. He glared at the floor. "Bulma has done the research and it's an urge to reproduce. My... behavior won't let up unless a child... is conceived."

Sno was put into silence. I mean, its not like she hasn't thought of it before. She'd always wanted a family. And she thought it was nice, Vegeta coming to her and talking to her about it, instead of taking it upon himself. She had already decided her answer, she was just going over scenarios.

"I shouldn't even be asking you this," Vegeta sighed, heaving himself up off the couch. Sno quickly followed.

"What? Why?" she asked.

"Asking you to carry my child? Just because my biology says so," he growled. "You shouldn't have to."

"Look at me," she commanded, taking his face in her hands. He finally looked into her eyes. "Do you want me to carry your child? Don't think about your biology. Do you want that?"

"Yes," Vegeta whispered shyly, nodding.

"Okay," she smiled sweetly. "And you're not really asking me to do something I dont want to do."

She slid her hands down his neck, to his chest, fiddling with the buttons of the normal shirt he was wearing. He shivered. She started to unbutton a few.

"Sno," he gasped lightly.

"Hmm?" she hummed, pressing her lips against his chest. She wanted him to know that it was okay, that she wanted this, too.

She undid the rest of his buttons, then pushed back the fabric from his shoulders, letting it slide off him. Vegeta's breathing hitched. Sno led him back to the couch, then lightly pushed him to where he was sitting down. She then straddled him, claiming his lips. Vegeta finally let go, gripping her thighs and sides, anywhere he could find. She sat up slightly, tugging off her shirt, making Vegeta groan. She kissed him again, only this time it was more dominating. When she nibbled on his lip, is when Vegeta lost what little control he had left. Growling, he picked her up and rushed to the bedroom.

(I think adult conversations about serious issues are amazing, instead of stupid arguments that happen because of someone's insecurities, if you haven't noticed.)