AN: I wasn't going to do a DNA test...but since so many people requested it. Here it is, by popular demand!
Trunks followed his mother into the room, gently allowing the door to swish shut behind him. As he rounded the corner, the light streaming in from the open window caused him to squint, bringing a hand up to shield his eyes.
In a chair in the corner, Goten sat, looking nervous yet happy. Beside him, Vegeta, beaming, a bundle of blankets held in his arms. Across the room, in the hospital bed, Bulla lay on her side, her eyes closed, and though Trunks wasn't sure, he guessed she was asleep.
Trunks felt his heart grow lighter upon taking in the sights in front of him.
Vegeta and Goten in the same room, both of them smiling. He thought this day would never come.
Beside him, his mother released a heated sigh, startling her son. Trunks had almost forgotten she was even there.
"Vegeta!"
The prince looked up, tearing his eyes away from the bundle in his arms, "What, woman?"
Bulma huffed, marching forward, her hands on her hips, "You're covered in blood! You're going to get it on the baby!"
Grinning, Trunks suppressed a laugh. He had almost forgotten that his father had come straight from the fight with Gohan...
"Give the baby to Trunks. You need to get home and change"
Huffing, Vegeta released the newborn child to his son. Trunks took the baby as if he was made of glass as Vegeta turned on his heels, sighing at his nagging wife.
Smiling at his friend, Goten stood on shaking legs and made his way over to Bulla, slowly and carefully crawling into bed next to her.
Vegeta shot Bulma a glare filled with irritation as he stormed out of the room. Bulma smiled at her son holding her new grandson and her soon-to-be son-in-law slowly dozing off next to her exhausted, but happy daughter.
'Once everything calmed down this grandparent thing would be kind of nice...' She thought to herself before leaning over to whisper in Trunks' ear.
"I'll be back, I have a few things to do at the house."
She sighed happily at the scene before her. Turning towards the door, Bulma followed her husband into the hall, hesitating only to grab a used Styrofoam cup off of the bedside table.
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Bulma stood outside her bathroom door, listening to the water thrumming against the tile shower inside. Behind the door, she could hear her husband in the shower, washing the gore- his proof of his fight with Gohan- from his body. With a sigh, she turned, grabbing his shirt from the floor beside her feet. Turning it over in her hands, she found a large patch of blood splattering the front of the cloth, still wet, the copper smell of blood rising in the air. Muttering to herself, she made her way down the hallway, stopping only when she reached Bulla's bedroom door.
Pushing the door open, she surveyed the scene before her with a sigh. A trail of fluid lead from the door to Bulla's bed, no doubt from her daughters water breaking. Glancing over to the window, she saw the traces of blood dripping from the windowsill, evidence of Vegeta's anger. During the scuffle, she had watched in horror as Vegeta had grabbed his victim, mercilessly slamming him over and over again into that very window ledge. She shivered, cringing at the thought.
The blood no doubt belonged to Gohan.
Reaching into her coat, she pulled a vial from her pocket, and held it in trembling fingers. Slowly and carefully Bulma scooped a decent amount of blood off of the window sill into the vial. She closed the vial, placing it back into her pocket before using Vegeta's already stained clothing to mop up the rest. Mentally noting needing to come back through with one of her many cleaning concoctions later so as to remove the memory of that event. It was not necessarily something she would want her post-partum daughter thinking about.
Sighing angrily at the mess her husband had created she hurried out of the bedroom, grabbing Bulla's hairbrush before scurrying down the hall towards the laundry room.
She carefully placed Vegeta's blood-soaked clothes into the prep sink, quickly filling it with a mixture of extra-strength detergent, stain remover, a tad of color-safe bleach and water. Removing blood from her husbands clothing has a dance she had danced many times before.
Leaving those to soak, she slipped quietly into her lab next door.
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"Mom?"
Trunks poked his head in the door, looking around the empty kitchen. Seeing no sign of his mother or father, he pushed through the door and shut it quietly behind him.
He had spent all night at the hospital, while his sister slept, and Goten struggled with the newness of fatherhood. Grinning at the thought, Trunks made his way from room to room, looking for any signs of life.
Standing at the base of the stairs, he looked up towards his mothers lab. Just as he was about to open his mouth to call for her, he heard a crash behind him. Turning around, he glanced down the hall.
Another sound reverberating around him, and realization struck him.
The Gravity room.
His dad was home at least. He made his way towards the room, running his fingers through his hair. The lack of sleep was really starting to get to him.
Entering the number on the keypad, he entered the gravity room, and was immediately assaulted by the crushingly high gravity.
"Dad?"
Vegeta stood across his room, his back turned towards his son. Littering the ground around his feet were the smoking corpses of a few dozen more of the robots mom cranked out for him to train on.
"Yes, Trunks?"
"Where is mom?"
"She's been in her lab all night...She didn't come to bed."
"Oh, okay. Thanks."
Trunks hurriedly exited the gravity chamber, sucking in a deep breath of air as he shut the door quickly behind him. Turning to walk down the hall, Trunks wondered to himself what his mother could have been doing in her lab all night.
Slipping through the door to his mother's private lab, he found her asleep at her desk, various papers and scientific samples spread erratically in front of her. Slowly, Trunks tiptoed towards his slumbering mother trying to sneak a peak of what she was working on so late.
Suddenly, Bulma stirred.
"Trunks?" She muttered sleepily.
He flashed her a worried smile, "mom...did you...sleep here? In your lab?"
When she nodded, he breathed a heated sigh, "mom, what could be so important-"
She lifted her head to look at him, and Trunks stopped abruptly when he saw her eyes. Bloodshot, her makeup smeared across her face, it was obvious to him that she had been crying
"Mom...what's going on? Is everything okay? What are you working on?"
Exasperated, Bulma broke into tears once more at the thought of her findings.
She cupped her face in her cold, shaking hands.
"It's not good, son." She sighed through the tears rolling down her face. She plucked a single piece of paper from the mess strewn across her desk and handed it to Trunks.
"See for yourself."She said as she handed him a tear stained sheet of paper.
Cocking an eyebrow, Trunks took the paper from his mother, turning it over in his hands. "What is this? This is..."
He stopped short, his eyes traveling down the page. "Mom is this...you did a DNA test?"
His mother nodded. "Why? Did you ask Bulla? How?"
She shrugged, drawing in a deep breath. "I saw Goten drinking out of a cup at the hospital. I took it. The hospital routinely takes blood from newborns...nurses don't get paid a lot, so it wasn't hard to bribe one...Gohan's blood was all over your sister's bedroom. I took hair from her hair brush. I compared your fathers blood to the blood in the bedroom, to make sure it was Gohan's. Compared your sisters DNA to the babies to narrow down which parts were supplied by the father, and then compared that to the profiles of Gohan and Goten..." She trailed off, out of breath.
Trunks looked away from the paper, staring into his mothers eyes, "...are you sure this is right?"
Tears fell down her cheeks. She nodded, "I checked it 4 times..."
Dropping the paper to the desk with a sigh, Trunks held his head in his hands, "Goten is going to-"
"No! Trunks we can't tell Goten!"
He raised his eyes to look at her once more, confused, "why not?"
Bulma glared at her son with pleading, tear-filled eyes. Thoughts raced through her clouded mind. "We cant tell anyone." She whispered frantically. "Bulla is so happy. She actually loves Goten." She sighed. "Not to mention it would break Goten's heart. Hes your best friend, son. You don't want to do that to him." Bulma looked her son straight in the eyes. "Trunks, you absolutely can't tell anyone."
Bringing a hand to his mouth, Trunks shook his head. "Mom...This is so fucked up"
He straightened, his emotions threatening to overwhelm him and swallow him whole. He ran a hand through his hair.
Suddenly he turned to his mother, a look of concern crossing his features, "You didn't test Goku? Are the results accurate even if their brothers? Maybe they..." He trailed off as his mother began slowly shaking her head.
"So...It really is Gohan's baby..."
