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Happy V Day, everyone! I've been working on this chapter and thought this was a good day to post it! There will be love, drama, and trauma. Hope you all enjoy and that you've had a nice day full of love and kindness 3

The police station bustled with activity, but Trunks's attention was on the outside world. While he was still recovering, he was put on desk work. He didn't mind the work so much, but his attention wandered, especially when the weather was as beautiful as on this nice spring day.

Movement in the corner of his eye called Trunks's attention back to the present. Mai stood over him with a smile and placed a huge stack of folders on his desk. Trunks grinned and took her hand. "Why do I get the feeling you're trying to keep me here?" the man murmured jocularly.

"I may have made a promise to your mother that I'd make sure you'd stay on desk duty for a while," Mai teased. She took a seat on the empty spot of his desk. Although her smile remained, her eyes softened and grew more serious. "How are you feeling?"

"A lot better than last month, I'll tell you that," Trunks admitted, although he still wasn't one hundred percent. It had only been four months since he was shot by Frieza, and three months since the man was locked away in a high security prison. He leaned back in his chair and reflected on the happenings in their lives.

After Chief Piccolo presented the idea to Vegeta to join the police force, the family—including Mai and Kuriza—had a huge dinner to discuss it. That dinner set the stage for many more dinners and family meetings. Of course, that wasn't the only family dinner that took place, and it would never surpass the surprises from the night of Frieza's trial.

The verdict from Frieza's trial was a welcome declaration. Kuriza could hardly believe that he was free, and he and Trunks felt so much boyish relief that it infected everyone else. Vegeta invited everyone over for dinner after the clamor died down to officially celebrate. There was so much to celebrate, after all. Frieza was put away; Trunks was recovering well and got the clearance to go back to work after another month, provided he didn't overexert himself; and Vegeta and Bulma were back together.

Trunks, Vegeta, and Kuriza sat at the table to discuss the trial while Bulma and Mai put out a spread of food they ordered for dinner in the kitchen.

"So, how does it feel to have your father put behind bars?" Trunks asked knowingly.

Kuriza grinned weakly. "Freeing, but I know people might gun for me just because of my relation."

"Probably why they televised it," Vegeta remarked. "So everyone could see you were just as much a victim as the rest of the city."

Kuriza nodded, his expression pensive. Now that his father was sentenced to life in prison, Kuriza didn't really know what his next steps were. He had some idea, but his entire life had centered around putting his father away. He asked the one question that had flittered around his mind since he was hiding out at the safe house. "Now that it's over, now what?"

Trunks looked at his friend, worry etched on his face. He'd seen his friend withdrawn before, but never so lost, even when he experienced the horrors of his father's world. "We could always get a place together, like we talked about," Trunks offered. "At least until you figure things out."

Kuriza hesitated. It wasn't that he didn't want to live with Trunks, but so much had happened and he'd had little time alone to process any of it. "Don't be offended, but I… I think I want to try to get my own place. I spent all my life surrounded by people who hated me. I just need some space, I guess."

"I get it," Trunks assured his friend. "Like I said, you've been through a lot. Whatever you want to do, I'll support."

Kuriza smiled, relieved. "Thank you."

Bulma entered the room and sat down at the table, and Mai followed suit. "Did you have any ideas before this about what you wanted to do once you achieved your newfound freedom?" the mother asked.

Kuriza wasn't surprised by Bulma's interest in him. She was always a kind and welcoming soul, more of a mother to him than his own mother. Even when he and Trunks were just boys, she always engaged with Kuriza as if he were her own child. Back in the time of carefree summer days and hot chocolate-filled wintery sleepovers, Kuriza was always timid when Bulma expressed interest in him. He was afraid if she ever found out who he was that she'd look down on him like all of the others. Seeing that she still cared about him, even after everything was revealed and they almost lost Trunks, Kuriza could finally let his guard down around the woman. It was a nice change of pace.

"Truthfully," Kuriza began, "I wanted to go to school for teaching, if I couldn't be an officer. My father didn't know this, but I chose a school that had an education program in addition to the business degree he forced me to pursue. I never got the full degree, but I managed to sneak some education credits in. I think I want to work with kids, maybe as a guidance counselor. See if I can notice any kids who might feel like I did and help them."

"I think that's very noble of you," Vegeta praised. He smirked ironically. "Perfect revenge against your father."

Kuriza grinned widely. "You know, you're right. He'd be so pissed."

Not even a second later, there was a knock on the door. Bulma looked at Vegeta and asked, "Are you expecting anyone?"

Vegeta merely grinned in response. "Why don't you answer to find out?"

Bulma eyed the man strangely due to his cryptic response. At least she knew he was expecting someone, so she knew it was safe to answer the door. She stood up from the table and crossed the dining and living space. When she opened the door, her mouth dropped open and tears pricked the corner of her eyes.

"Bulma!" Kakarot exclaimed as he nearly tackled her for a big bear hug. "It's been forever! We've missed you!"

Bulma laughed and returned the embrace. "Oh you, you're crushing me you know."

Kakarot released her and rubbed the back of his head nervously. "Eh, same old, same old. I sometimes forget my own strength."

Bulma smiled impishly and shook her head. At that moment, Chi-Chi entered, and the two women embraced. "It's so good to see you both."

"Well, it's not just us," Chi-Chi told her friend. "We have a couple of people to introduce you to."

Bulma looked over Kakarot's shoulder and noticed two young men. She returned her gaze to Chi-Chi as they released each other and said, "Same here. I can't wait to introduce you."

Everyone filtered into the apartment and made their way to the dining room table. "Kakarot, Chi-Chi, this is my son, Trunks, his friend, Kuriza, and his girlfriend, Mai."

Kakarot looked at Vegeta and beamed so brightly that Vegeta smirked and looked away. Their friends always knew that he and Bulma had a child together. Vegeta knew his best friend was so thrilled for him to be reunited with his family.

"It's so good to meet you all," Kakarot stated sincerely, his gaze lingering on Trunks a spell longer. He stepped out of the way of his sons and motioned to the taller youth. "This is our oldest son, Gohan." The father then clapped his hands on the shoulders of someone Trunks knew all too well. "And this is Goten."

Goten's eyes widened in shock when he saw Trunks, memories of their encounter fresh in his mind. Unlike last time, though, Trunks was smiling at him. "Nice to meet you," the lavender-haired man greeted. "Have a seat."

Although still nervous, Goten did take a seat while Bulma caught up with his parents and marveled over how much Gohan had grown when she only saw him as a baby. Vegeta noticed Goten's apprehension and revealed, "You don't need to worry. Trunks is my son, and he was undercover with Frieza."

Goten's taut shoulders sagged, and he meekly met Trunks's eyes. "So, you were pretending to work for Frieza, huh?"

"That's right," Trunks replied. He held his hand out to shake. "Like I said, it's great to officially meet you, Goten."

The raven-haired youth shook his head and grinned. He took Trunks's hand and followed through with the action. "The pleasure is mine, Trunks."

Bulma turned over in bed and smiled when she saw her lover resting on his stomach beside her. Vegeta had been working so hard lately, studying for exams at the police academy. It was amazing to see her lover put so much effort into the program, so driven and passionate about it. She always knew how determined he was, but over the years, through their letters, she could tell he'd been lost. During that time, his drive went into protecting her and their son, and then went to taking down Frieza once and for all. Now he finally had a choice, and she could see her childhood friend returning bit by bit. Vegeta was happier now, with his freedom and their family all together.

"What are you thinking so hard about?" Vegeta breathed out against his pillow, eyes closed. "You've been staring at me for fifteen minutes."

"How do you do that?" Bulma laughed. "It's like you have eyes on the back of your head."

"Hm," Vegeta chuckled. A grin stretched across his features. "Seriously, what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

Bulma rolled her eyes playfully and shifted in bed to kiss Vegeta's lips. Vegeta responded immediately but lazily. He turned so that he could embrace Bulma and hold her close. He still couldn't believe this was his life now. After so much time apart, Vegeta was certain reconnecting with Bulma would be tricky, but it was as if no time had passed since their nearly carefree childhood days. He loved her dearly and was thankful for her support while he studied and actively pursued a career as an officer.

"You just seem so settled now," Bulma pointed out. "It looks good on you, having a goal."

Vegeta's eyes opened as his smirk grew, showing his teeth. "You look good all the time, woman."

Bulma laughed and weakly slapped Vegeta on the chest. "You're being such a flirt today. What gives?"

Vegeta shrugged but leaned in and brushed his nose against her neck before peppering kisses along the side. Bulma gasped in surprise and moved her head to expose more of her neck. She felt Vegeta still right over her pulse and wondered if he could feel what he was doing to her.

He surprised her even more when he pulled away to look the woman in the eyes. Bulma stared up at Vegeta with curiosity. "I missed this," he told her. "Waking up to you in the morning before we rushed to get ready for school, knowing I was the only one to see you like this."

Bulma smiled and pecked his lips again. "You're still the only one who has, if that makes you feel any better."

Vegeta shook his head. "Not at the expense of what you experienced. I promise to make up for all of it."

"Oh Vegeta," Bulma hummed, "you already know that there's nothing to make up for. Let's just be us for once. We can do whatever we want moving forward."

Vegeta simpered. "Well in that case, you better be ready for me."

The two shared a passionate kiss full of heat and longing. Bulma could feel Vegeta's strength as he held her firmly in place. Desire pooled within both of them, and Vegeta pushed the bottom of Bulma's top up her stomach. Before he could get any further, his cell rang.

"Son of a…" the man murmured against Bulma's lips.

"If it's important, answer it," Bulma supported.

Vegeta sighed, but pulled away just enough to reach his phone behind him on the bedside table. "Vegeta Kurobushi," he answered.

"I love that you took on Mom's maiden name like me," Tarble greeted happily. "I wanted to check in. Last we spoke, you said Raditz was still getting everything squared away at the mansion."

Vegeta nodded. "Almost everyone from Father's organization has been arrested. Raditz is just getting the last bits of incriminating evidence to the police and making sure they've gotten to everyone."

"So, we don't have to hide any longer, right?"

"No," Vegeta agreed. "Why?"

"Would you and Bulma like to join me and a friend for lunch?"

"A friend?" Vegeta questioned. He looked at Bulma and mouthed 'what friend would Tarble bring to lunch?' Bulma looked completely confused and shrugged. For as long as she lived with Tarble, he never mentioned any friends. He spent most of the time with her and Trunks when he was home. The only time he had to himself was when he came to the city for business.

Vegeta could hear Tarble shuffle a bit over the phone. "Um, yeah. I met her during one of my visits to the city. She works at one of the companies I advertise. I've been keeping it quiet, just in case, but now that Frieza's been arrested and Dad's men are dealt with, I want you to meet her. She's my girlfriend."

The news made Vegeta's eyes widen comically. His mouth dropped open, and Bulma giggled and took the phone from her lover to talk to Tarble. "We'll be happy to join you. Just send us a place and a time. Later, Tarble."

Bulma hung up the phone and placed it on her nightstand. She smiled at Vegeta and found his stupefied expression cute. "What's the matter?"

Vegeta's normal stoicism returned and he shook his head. "Our family has kept far too many secrets over the years."

"It's been necessary," Bulma said with a sigh, "but at least everything is out in the open now. We know why Trunks wanted to become an officer so badly. My sister knows that I'm safe and the reason I left. You don't have to keep secrets from me or Kakarot anymore." Vegeta looked at her skeptically. "Well, I mean, you didn't tell him where you sent me or why you sent me away in the first place. Only Raditz knew, right?"

Vegeta relaxed. For a moment, he thought Bulma saw through him when it came to Goten. The guilt at having kept the youth's secret from his best friend still sometimes got to him, but he was able to make peace with it now that Goten was working at the gym. Never again would Vegeta have to lie to his best friend. It made it easier to look the man in the eye. "Yeah, right."

Bulma sat up and made to get out of bed. "I guess we should get ready if we're going to meet your brother, hm?"

Even though Bulma was prepared to get ready, it didn't surprise her when she was yanked back into bed. Vegeta hovered over her and pressed his forehead against hers. "We have time," he murmured seductively. She didn't fight it when he moved to consume her. There was nowhere either of them would rather be in this moment than with each other.

There was nowhere Goten would rather be than at the gym that morning. After he'd had his 'near death' experience, Goten felt so lost. During his time away, Goten did some soul searching. He always had this anger he couldn't control, and he wanted to wield it. At the same time, Goten didn't want to hurt anyone. He figured if he joined Vegeta's family's organization, he could help deal with difficult people. He never expected to look death in the face. He realized how foolish that was. He was just a naïve kid, just like Vegeta and his Uncle Raditz warned him so many times before. The only reason they allowed him to join was because of an empty threat Goten made that he would join some other criminal group. The two men wanted to keep an eye on him.

Even when he returned, Goten accepted that his decisions were childish and wrong. He should have never threatened the people who cared about him or make them worry or lie for him. What he did to both his uncle and his father's best friend was cruel. They had to hide his involvement from his parents. It was more of an issue with his dad, for his brother and best friend both had to keep him in the dark.

Now, Goten was involved with something completely different. He was strangely thankful for the second chance. It was by sheer luck he ran into Trunks that day, and not Frieza's two lackeys. The offer triggered Goten's need for change. At least now, he could put his energy into something else. If his anger took over, he could hit a bag and work it all out. He even decided to go back to therapy. Everything was becoming a win-win, all because he was put in the position to fear for his life.

Goten was doing some cleaning in the gym, spraying down the padded walls with cleaner. It surprised him when Kuriza walked into the gym, and he stopped his task. He still couldn't believe Frieza's son was best friends with Vegeta's son or that they had worked together in this convoluted operation to bring down the city's worst tyrant. Goten held no ill feelings toward Kuriza for his father's past actions against his family.

With a big Son grin, Goten approached the other youth and welcomed him. "I wasn't expecting to see you here. How's it going, man?"

Kuriza gawped at Goten—unused to such kind and informal reactions—and cleared his throat. "I… I want to get stronger."

Goten seemed surprised by the simple declaration. He could see it held so much weight to Kuriza, though. "What do you mean by 'stronger'? It's such a relative term."

Kuriza hesitated. He looked around the gym and saw the few patrons there staring at him. Although Kuriza knew Vegeta and Goten were welcoming of him, he was still a pariah, despite the televised broadcast of his father's trial. "M-maybe this was a bad idea."

"I don't think it is," Goten countered. Kuriza met his studying gaze. "Why do you want to get stronger?"

"All my life," Kuriza sighed, "I lived in fear of my father. I couldn't get over that fear until Trunks nearly lost his life. Even though my father is no longer a threat, I never want to be in the position where I'm helpless, watching my friend die.

"Trunks fought my battles for me. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't even be here. I don't… It's not fair to my friend how much I've leaned on him. I want to get stronger for the both of us, so that he doesn't have to worry about protecting me all the time. I want him to know I'm okay. I want to prove to myself that I'll be okay."

Goten grinned. Despite their complete differences, he could understand Kuriza a bit. The reason Goten left home was because he wanted to prove he could do something with his life and make it on his own. He wasn't a scholar like his brother, and he wasn't as carefree as his father. He wanted to find his place in the world when there was so much riding against him. On that, he could relate to the son of Frieza.

"I get it," Goten replied. "And you're right. You'll need strength to get through the challenges in your life, mental and physical. Unfortunately, because of who you're related to, there will always be someone who thinks ill of you. Some may even attack you." Kuriza sighed, his shoulders hunched as he deflated in defeat. "But don't worry. I'll toughen you up."

Kuriza flinched and once again regarded Goten. His eyes were searching the expression of his future teacher for something he couldn't find. He expected this to be too good to be true. Regardless of Goten's connection to Trunks's family, Kuriza was still the child of the Ouji family's greatest and evilest rival. Still, he was welcomed into the family with open arms and even this practical stranger was willing to give him a chance, help him, and get to know him.

"You have no idea how much that means to me."

Kuriza couldn't put into words the gratitude in his heart for not only Trunks, but his family and familial connections. Never did he think he would ever be accepted. His friendship with Trunks was what got him through school, and it still helped him muddle through his cruel and lonely life.

"You may not think I know, but I do," Goten answered him. After all, he was thankful to Kuriza also. He finally had a goal to strive for. He was going to help someone else.

Back at the police station, Mai still remained with Trunks. She took the desk beside him, the two of them working on reports and reviewing evidence together. That's where Gowasu found them right at the moment where Mai was jokingly policing Trunks and the former undercover officer replied with a playful, "Yes, ma'am."

The two were about to sneak a kiss when Gowasu approached them. Trunks blushed and was instantly on his feet at attention. He tried not to cringe when he experienced the painful tug of his healing wound.

"Special Agent Gowasu," Trunks greeted. "It's been a while."

Gowasu flashed Trunks a sad smile, regret coloring his gaze and countenance. Trunks's head tilted in question when the agent didn't immediately respond. Even Mai seemed surprised by Gowasu's unusual reaction. After all, Trunks had worked under Special Agent Gowasu once before and told his girlfriend he had a good working relationship with the man. From the silence and remorseful demeanor, Mai wondered if Trunks was in trouble.

"Is it okay if we talk in private?" Gowasu asked Trunks.

"Um…" Trunks murmured, uncertain. "Is everything okay with the Frieza case? I thought we closed it."

"It's not about the Frieza case or your performance," Gowasu assured him and Mai. He chuckled when the girl blushed. "I could tell from how you were looking at me that you were worried about the latter."

Mai released a relieved laugh. "Your power of perception is second to none, Agent Gowasu. Do you want me to get you two set up in interrogation."

"I know my way," Gowasu assured the girl. "Trunks?"

Gowasu's demeanor changed when he took in Trunks's rigid form. He could see in his former pupil's eyes that he already had some idea of what this was all about. If not his recent case, a past one, one that the two worked closely on together. The mission Gowasu personally selected Trunks, the choice he regretted to this day.

"Sure," Trunks spoke calmly, as if he weren't bothered by the implications. He turned to a concerned Mai and took her hand. "It's nothing to worry about. I'll catch up with you later."

"Alright," Mai agreed skeptically. She could tell Trunks was bothered by something, but she couldn't ask him about it now.

Trunks followed Gowasu to interrogation and let the FBI agent close the door behind him. The officer felt his chest clench as his heart beat rapidly and hard like an inmate crying for mercy. His hands shook and body trembled. He knew exactly what Gowasu was going to tell him, but he couldn't face it or him. Once the words were spoken, there would be no going back and the nightmare would begin all over again.

"I'm sorry, Trunks," Gowasu sympathized. "He was released."

A shaky breath and sob escaped Trunks. Hearing the words was worse than he could have imagined.

After Gowasu visited Trunks, the agent talked to his boss and asked that Trunks be excused for the rest of the day. The officer had stormed out of interrogation after Gowasu gave him whatever specifics he could. Mai tried to call him, but Trunks wouldn't answer her. She pleaded with Gowasu to tell her what he told her boyfriend, but the agent could tell from her eyes she already knew.

One of Trunks's old cases was coming back to haunt him with a vengeance. Special Agent Gowasu could only pray his former protégé would be okay and that the released prisoner would leave him be. Unfortunately, Gowasu logically knew that a potential blood bath could not be avoided.

Trunks returned to Vegeta's apartment and pushed the door open before he slammed it shut behind him and locked it. He could hardly breathe as the panic settled in. His heartbeat raced faster than a jackrabbit, the thumping echoing in his head like a siren. He cried out and shook his head as dark memories resurfaced.

Shakily, he removed one hand from his head to reach for the pill bottle in the pocket of his denim jacket. They weren't instant relief from the anxiety, but it was the best he could do.

There was no one else in the apartment which was probably a good thing considering his intense reactions to the earlier news. His mother was thankfully at Chi-Chi's and not here to witness his breakdown. The two women were making up for lost time. Vegeta went to the gym, his one true legitimate business. He was showing Goten the ropes of running the place along with Nappa who would take over in his stead once Vegeta joined the force.

Trunks was so proud of his father. Vegeta was due to graduate from the police academy in record time, thanks to his own willpower and guidance from Special Agent Gowasu. He'd be joining Trunks's precinct in a couple of weeks. The idea of working with his father made Trunks strangely happy.

But that happiness couldn't erase the talk Trunks had with Gowasu. An old adversary would soon rear his ugly head. A cold feeling took over his soul like a bucket of ice water as sharp as knives. Gowasu attempted to give Trunks assurances that he and his family would be safe. Trunks hoped with every fiber of his being that Gowasu was correct. The FBI agent really didn't want Trunks to worry.

How could Trunks not worry when the terrors he witnessed whispered in his ear with a ringing sound? How could he sleep at night knowing evil was out there waiting to strike at the opportune moment? How could he dispel the anxiety when he knew his identity was compromised? His family would be in danger, no matter what, and it was all because he was the undercover officer that went up against a drug cartel.

There was no way he would leave quietly into the night. Not when the dismantled territories of the Cold and Ouji families were ripe for the taking.

Trunks thought about discussing his past case with his parents, but then he'd have to unpack too many awful memories that were sure to churn their stomach. Frieza looked practically angelic in comparison to some of the men in Trunks's past case, a secret he'd never intended to reveal to anyone.

His phone rang again which made him jump, but Trunks felt he was calm enough to answer. "Hello?" he calmly greeted.

"Trunks," Mai breathed in relief.

Trunks was relieved to hear his girlfriend's voice. He knew she must be worried about what happened and what was said. Mai didn't know the details of his past case, but when he returned home, she knew something was wrong. He tried to play it off, but the nightmares were too much. He couldn't hide his anti-anxiety pills when they shared a room together. Mai knew whatever he saw changed him, but he continued to act like his normal self.

"H-hey," he stammered out, unable to keep up his guise with her for the moment. "Sorry I left without saying goodbye. I had to go home for something."

"Are you okay? You sound off."

"'M fine," Trunks drawled shakily. He cleared his throat and put on his brave façade. "Just waking up. I fell asleep…"

It was an awful excuse, and Trunks knew it. However, Mai decided to be merciful and offered a forced laugh. "It's funny that the most dedicated detective of us all decided to skip out on work for a catnap."

Trunks managed a smile, but he didn't reply or give any other inkling to distrust his lie. He was thankful she didn't press for more information than he could give.

"Anyway, when I get off tonight, do you want to grab dinner?" Mai asked naturally as if her boyfriend wasn't going through a crisis.

"It makes me look bad that my girlfriend feels the need to ask me out." Mai chuckled at Trunks's joke. "Actually, though… I'd like to stay in, maybe cook for you?"

"Since when do you cook?"

Trunks sniggered at her surprise. He felt better as he thought over his time with Vegeta. "Dad's been teaching me some of my grandmother's recipes. I'd like to give them a try."

"I like that idea," Mai declared. "Then I'll see you at my place later tonight. I love you."

Trunks released a shaky chuckle at those last words. "I love you too, Mai. See you tonight."

After he ended the call, Trunks took a seat on the couch in the living room. Despite the questions he knew Mai must have, she decided to let him keep his secrets and play off whatever was bothering him. But this was good. He could go over to her place and distract himself making dinner. Anything normal and work-a-day was good. Besides, he couldn't let his parents see him like this.

Trunks looked around for a piece of paper and pen to write a note that he was staying with his girlfriend for the night. Then he went to pack an overnight bag. He would have to go get groceries, so maybe he would wait until Mai was out of work to leave so they could take her car. He shook his head. No, he couldn't stay in the apartment right now in case his mother came home.

He changed into something where he could conceal a gun, just in case, and decided he would go out for some fresh air. As long as he was vigilant, being outside might do him some good.

Vegeta returned to an empty apartment. On the coffee table, he saw a piece of paper and picked it up.

I'm staying at Mai's tonight. I'm going to cook for her and sleep over. Don't wait up for me. Love you both. Trunks

A grin appeared on Vegeta's face as he looked over the note. His son's handwriting was impeccable, and his youthful charm always flowed out even on paper. He was an adult and didn't have to leave them a note, but he never wanted his mother to worry about his whereabouts again and he wanted to make sure both parents knew he loved them. How Vegeta was partly responsible for creating such a thoughtful son, he didn't comprehend. In so many ways, Trunks reminded Vegeta of himself when he was young and spent more time with his mother.

Bulma returned home shortly after Vegeta did and saw her lover standing in the living room with the note. "What's that?"

Vegeta pocketed the note, turned to her, and smirked. "Our son is with his girlfriend tonight, so we're on our own. Did you have a good time with Kakarot's harpy today?"

Bulma scoffed a laugh. "Listen, this isn't high school anymore. Stop insulting our friend."

Vegeta sniggered. "She knows I don't mean it. So?"

"We had a good time," Bulma remarked. "I missed her when I was away. I'm glad she doesn't hold any ill will."

"They knew what we were up against," Vegeta assured her.

"Mm," Bulma hummed. "So, what do we want to do for dinner?"

"Let's cook together," Vegeta suggested, "like back in high school."

Bulma smiled at him. It meant so much to her that she and Vegeta could finally be together without his father's organization beating down on them. Despite the lingering feelings of guilt she had from leaving him, they fell right back into a rhythm. They were in a good place where nostalgia felt pretty darn good.

"I can get on board with that. I've missed us cooking together."

The two made some pasta with clam sauce and garlic bread. After their meal, they decided to relax for the night. Canoodled in bed, the two closed their eyes and just enjoyed the presence of the other. Soon their peaceful moment became something more.

Bulma sighed in contentment and pleasure as Vegeta placed gentle kisses on her collarbone. It was one of her sensitive spots, and Vegeta knew just what to do to instigate her.

The woman took Vegeta by surprise when she flipped him over. Vegeta's hands rested on her thighs. Her satisfied grin told Vegeta she was pretty pleased with herself. "You know, it's such a turn on to see that your fire has returned."

Bulma's demure grin never faltered even when she leaned down to kiss her lover. "I guess you bring it out of me," she playfully remarked.

Vegeta snickered before he praised her. "My biggest challenge."

"You're welcome."

At her words, Vegeta turned the tables around on Bulma. He pulled her against him and rolled her over to the spot next to him, the two connected in a searing kiss.

"I still sometimes feel like this is a dream," Vegeta whispered against Bulma's lips after he broke. "That I'll wake up and be in that damn mansion again."

Bulma stroked her lover's face and rubbed his chin with her thumb. "This is real, Vegeta. I'm never going anywhere else. Never again."

The two kissed once more, just in time for Vegeta's phone to ring. "Oh come on," he groaned. He recognized the ring tone as Raditz's and knew he'd have to answer it.

Bulma giggled and kissed the corner of his lips. "Answer it. I'm not going anywhere, remember?"

Vegeta flashed her a boyish and wise grin before he answered the call. "Yeah," he grunted into the phone.

"Hey, Vegeta," Raditz greeted. "I'm still at the mansion, making sure everything goes smoothly with the investigation. The cops are almost done gathering evidence, and the last of your father's guys has been arrested. It's over. We're free."

Vegeta breathed out a relieved sigh. He could hardly believe it. This part of his nightmare of a life was done. "Good. So, you're heading out then?"

"I am. I'm heading over to Kakarot's. My brother and Chi-Chi are willing to put me up until I figure out what I want to do with my life."

"The offer to join Nappa and your nephew at the gym still stands while you're trying to figure it out."

Raditz was silent for a moment, then said, "I'm not sure. My father was forced into the Ouji organization because of my grandfather's involvement, and I joined against both my parents' wishes to protect Dad. Now both my parents are gone, and you're safe. I never really imagined a life where I wasn't protecting someone. I need to work through that and figure out how to move forward."

"Thank you for always having my back," Vegeta replied. "No matter what."

He heard Raditz hum in amusement. "You made it easy for me. Anyway, have a good night, Vegeta. We can both rest easy now."

Vegeta hung up the phone and Bulma asked, "What was that about?"

She received a tight hug, and Vegeta breathed in her scent and nuzzled her neck. "The Ouji organization is officially dismantled. Raditz handled the final details."

"Good riddance," Bulma huffed in irritation.

Vegeta gave an enthusiastic laugh. "Agreed." His nose brushed against the slope of Bulma's neck and sucked lightly on her skin. "I say we celebrate, woman. We're finally free."

Bulma hummed in pleasure. "No more living in fear of the other shoe," she joked. "How do you want to celebrate, my love."

Vegeta pressed against her, and Bulma giggled like a schoolgirl when she felt him. "I can think of one way."

The two embraced, their eyes closed as their lips met again. They relished in the feel of each other, desperate to touch each other all over. Vegeta never felt happier that he could give himself freely to the woman, their lives now adjoined. Nothing would interfere with their love ever again.

A week passed by, and Kakarot's and Vegeta's family discussed a big family reunion in the park. The weather was warm and balmy. Families were taking advantage of the grilling stations and picnic tables.

Nappa watched everyone happily as he fried up some burgers. Raditz, Kakarot, and Vegeta were competing with each other with terrible wrestling moves. Bulma and Chi-Chi laughed at the sight with Tights who showed up with her friend, Jaco. Trunks had his arm wrapped around Mai, the two at the picnic table while Goten and Kuriza informed the officers about Kuriza's progress at the gym. Gohan and Jaco eventually joined the group at the table and apologized, taking the blame upon himself and Tights for the conversation that put Trunks's life in danger. His friend's nephew offered an empathetic smile and assured Jaco that neither of them were at fault.

Frieza was thankfully behind bars. The Ouji organization was finished. Trunks had yet to run into any problems after Gowasu's announcement. Everything was going to be okay.

While the family ate and reminisced, someone they were not expecting stumbled upon them.

"B-Bulma?" an elderly man shouted out in surprise. The blue-haired woman flinched and then snapped her head in the direction of the newcomer. The man's gaze softened, and tears filled his eyes at the sight of the woman sitting beside her sister. "Bulma," he repeated again calmly. "Is it really you?"

Bulma's rigid form slackened. "Hey, Dad…"

Dr. Brief expected his little girl to spit fire at him, but was relieved when she didn't. He was so amazed she was there. He honestly thought she was dead.

He choked on a sob and rushed over to her. Bulma was startled when her father hugged her and murmured 'I'm sorry' over and over. Bulma was practically paralyzed, but hugged the man back. Tears fell from her eyes when her father said the words, "I'm so happy to see you."

Needless to say, Dr. Brief joined the party and was introduced to his grandson for the first time.

In contrast to the bright, sunny day, the night after was dark and murky. A thick fog rose from the wet pavement. It rained all day, but thankfully it ended by the time Kakarot's shift at Orange Star Deli ended.

It was late at night, around ten, and Kakarot had his bag of bread and pastries over the back of his shoulder. That was one of the reasons he loved working at the deli. His boss, Roshi, always let him take the leftovers to his family.

Kakarot didn't expect the walk home to be so eerie, especially when he only lived down the block. The street was empty; the wind whirred like a howl; a grocery store flyer blew by and crinkled. All of a sudden, Kakarot froze, his hairs standing on end. He felt like someone was watching him.

Footsteps sounded behind him, and Kakarot waited until the steps got louder. There was no reason to assume the person was coming at him so he started walking again. After walking halfway down the block, the footsteps disappeared. Kakarot looked back to see a young gentleman unlocking the door to his apartment. The man released the breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

"I don't think I've ever seen you freeze up like that."

Kakarot jumped and paled when he heard a familiar voice. He turned around abruptly, dropped his bag, and stared at a carbon copy of his dark reflection.

"Goku?!" Kakarot exclaimed. "Oh my God. Where the heck have you been?! Raditz and I thought we'd never see you again!"

Goku chuckled sinisterly that it chilled Kakarot to the bone. "Relax, brother," his twin drawled. "I've been around. I have a proposition for you. A…business deal if you will."

"I already have a job," Kakarot replied, unintentionally dodging the statement. He had no idea where his brother, who he hadn't seen or heard from in years since their mother's death, was going with any of this or why he returned now. "I work at the deli now."

"A meager life," Goku scoffed. "I'm offering you something more…lucrative."

The twin took out a cigarette and lighter. He offered it to Kakarot, but his overly pure brother waved it off. He was never fond of his twin's bad habit. Goku took a drag and blew out a puff of smoke.

"Damn that's good," he declared. "Never thought I'd get a taste of it again."

Kakarot was perplexed by the statement. He tilted his head, and his eyes were full of questions. "Did you quit?"

"Not intentionally," Goku grumbled bitterly. "I was…away for a while."

"Well, yeah, that's why I asked you where…"

"Another time, Kakarot." Goku took another puff before he said, "Look, I'm here to extent an invite to the 'family' I serve. We're always looking for muscle."

Ice filled Kakarot's veins. The words clawed at his soul. Goku was always a bit of a rebel growing up. Like Raditz, Goku wanted to join the Ouji family. He claimed, like Raditz, that he wanted to protect their father. Bardock claimed they already had enough of their blood at risk and that he didn't want anymore of his sons to risk their lives.

"You didn't," Kakarot said in a pleading tone. "You didn't join any of Vegeta's rivals. You couldn't have… He's our friend."

Goku scoffed derisively and flicked his cigarette away. "He's your friend, Kakarot. Yours and Raditz's. But, no. I wouldn't have chosen to go against my own brother that way. I hear they got out, so right now I'm just scouting. I could use someone else on my side, someone from my own family. I want you, Kakarot."

"Sorry," Kakarot answered, "but no thanks. I'm happy where I am and have no desire to enter that lifestyle. You should get out before you get in too deep. Raditz only just got free of it."

"Only Raditz?" Goku challenged. At Kakarot's confusion, the twin grinned maliciously. "Interesting."

"Huh? Well, no, not just Raditz. Vegeta too, and his son and Frieza's son. They were undercover."

Kakarot felt a shiver crawl up his spine like lightning at the cruel and sadistic smirk his brother wore. "Undercover, huh? I hear those operations can be really dangerous. Hopefully Vegeta's son is in one piece. If he knows what's good for him, he'll keep away from that sort of thing."

That was a weird way to offer well-wishes. Even stranger, Goku didn't seem to react when Kakarot said their childhood friend had a kid.

"Well, give Vegeta and his happy family my best," Goku said in a knowing tone. "Maybe I'll see them around."

"Um, sure…"

Goku turned away, his hands in his pants pockets. He started to walk away, but paused to say, "Think of my offer, brother. You just might regret it."

Kakarot felt his heart race because of the thinly veiled threat. He waited until his brother was out of view before he relaxed. He was honestly surprised that Goku indicated he was involved with something illegal and then just let him walk away. With the terrifying tone and horrible vibes Kakarot sensed from his brother, he momentarily wondered if he'd make it home to his family that night.

After Kakarot snapped out of his daze, he rushed home. Chi-Chi was waiting up for him, reading a book in the living room, and the sound of the door slamming shut startled her.

"Honey, why are you home so late?"

The bag of pastries was tossed on the floor by the entryway. Then, Kakarot careened toward his wife and embraced her as if he would never see her again.

"Kakarot, you're worrying me."

"Go to our room," Kakarot instructed in a shaky voice. "I'll be in soon."

Uncertain and reluctant, Chi-Chi decided to listen. She didn't want to be a or cause concern for Kakarot. However, she knew something was wrong. She played along and closed the door, but after Kakarot walked away, she opened the door to listen in case Kakarot said anything that would explain his strange behavior.

"Yeah, Raditz, it's me. I think we have a problem…"

A/N: Did anyone sense a Goku Black arc coming? Cuz it's happening! Hope you guys are ready!

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