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VIII.

Relaxing Sentimental

"Ok, now hand meee…that one!" Bulma, clad in her maternity yoga-pants and an exceptionally large Capsle Corps sweatshirt, pointed to one of the dozens of folders spread across her bed.

"Sure thing!" her son replied, grabbing the folder enthusiastically and handing it to her.

Appeasing the forceful request of her husband, Bulma had decided it was best that she finally abide by her doctor's bed rest orders. After all, she had discovered she could actually do a considerable amount of work from the comforts of her king sized mattress, especially after enlisting the help of a grateful-to-have-a-day-off-from-training Trunks. The two had spent the morning going through paperwork, Bulma lending an educational explanation at each turn; it was her hope that Trunks would someday take her job as the head of Capsule Corps.

"Thank you!" Bulma said with a smile, resting the folder on her large stomach as she opened it. "So in this contract-" she began, but was cut short by the unnecessarily loud entrance of her fuming husband. The pastel haired pair looked at the Saiyan, expressions just bidding him to protest.

"What is going on here?" Vegeta demanded, eyeing the scene with suspicion and annoyance. "Trunks, you are late for our training."

Trunks opened his mouth to protest, but Bulma took the rebuttal upon herself. "Trunks is helping me with work this morning," she said firmly.

The Saiyan Prince's eye twitched. "I thought it was understood that there was to be no more work," he stated forebodingly.

"Nu-uh, no sir! It was understood that I would stay in bed. I am in the bed. Besides, Trunks needs to learn how to do this stuff anyway! He'll be the boss of Capsule Corps someday!" Bulma said proudly, putting a triumphant fist in the air, then high-fiving her son.

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Fine," he muttered, crossing his arms.

Bulma waited for her mate to return to his training, but he instead leaned against the bedroom wall, which was as much of a "staying a while" position as her husband ever demonstrated. She briefly smiled to herself, noting that he was choosing to spend some time with them during his training hours.

"So, when I'm the boss, do I get to tell my sister what to do?" Trunks asked with a mischievous grin, gently poking his mother's belly.

"Absolutely not!" the scientist replied forcefully, "Capsule Corps will belong to both of you, so you better start practicing your sharing ASAP." She smiled at her son and poked his nose in return.

"I know, I know, don't worry Mom," the boy answered. "I'm gonna be the best big brother ever. Way better than Gohan!"

Bulma ignored her husband's proud smirk at this remark. "Glad to hear it," she said, still beaming. She had no idea how, but she and Vegeta, the two most stubborn, hot-headed beings on planet Earth, had managed to raise a pretty great kid. She hoped they would be as successful in this second go around. "She'll need the best big brother! If she looks anything like me, you're going to have a lot of boys to chase off," she added with a wink.

Vegeta's mouth tightened. "Vulgar woman," he muttered, cheeks reddening, "why would you say such a thing?"

"Well it's true!" the scientist insisted, tossing her hair. "Don't be so sensitive, Vegeta, I'm sure it'll happen! I was just a girl when Yamcha and I dated, really, so she'll have boys around in no time at all! And you can't kill any of them, either, so you're going to have to relax."

"Because THAT is very relaxing information!" the Saiyan Prince shot, eye now twitching uncontrollably.

"Really Mom, gross," Trunks agreed, although he sniggered at his father's reaction.

Bulma laughed too, then leaned back against her stack of pillows. "I'm just saying—you two live in a boy's world. Things'll be a little different with a girl running around. Prepare now," she teased, but she wasn't wrong. She hoped it would be a semi-easy transition (as easy as anything with Vegeta could be).

"I have faced the strongest warriors in the universe. I'm sure I can handle a little brat," Vegeta assured his wife, although she sensed the apprehension in his tone.

"Yeah, we can handle anything! We're Saiyans!" Trunks chimed, his enthusiasm a great juxtaposition to his father's uncertainty.

"I know you can," Bulma replied softly, her expression warm. As Trunks reached for another folder, she looked directly at her husband. It was true. Vegeta knew, as he met her gaze, she believed in him. She was the only one who always did.