Prompt: Heart.

A/N: So there will be ONE more part coming to this little story XD Not sure if I'll get it posted tonight or not, but it will be out in a few days! And thank you to all the people that faved/commented on this ^^

Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.

She could hear her heart pounding loudly as she drove back home. When Trunks had been in the car with her, she could ignore the rising feel of dread, embarrassment, and natural curiosity of why Vegeta wanted to talk to her. He hadn't seemed angry over the situation which helped calm her fear of the upcoming talk, but the fact that he wanted to talk to her and away from her mother. Taking a heavy breath, she calmed her nerves as she neared Capsule Corp.

Vegeta put a minimal amount of strength into his habitual morning workout as he waited for Bulma to return. His senses solely focused on her as his mind ran through the scene and sight of his son this morning. He wasn't upset, not really. He had just been surprised that the boy worshipped him that much and for the wrong reasons. Walking over to the control panel, he switched the gravity off before grabbing a towel to wipe his face. He let out a heavy breath as he relaxed against the console and waited for Bulma to open the door.

Bulma made her way to the GR, heart beating faster the closer she got to the room. She stopped at the door noticing the machine was already turned off, but the anxiety held her back from bursting in. Her hand rested on the handle as she tried to imagine what conversation was going to take place once she opened the door.

"Get in here!"

The booming voice jarred her from her thoughts and the door slide open. She gasped as she jumped back away from the door. Her heart stopped, though, at the sight of Vegeta. His stance was relaxed-with his arms crossed against his chest and his left leg crossed over the right-however, his face was anything but relaxed. His eyes pierced through her as he uncrossed his arms and motioned for her to move forward. She stepped forward, just inside the door before it slide closed again.

She gathered her nerves and moved forward. "So what did you want to talk about?"

His eyes hardened-if that was even possible-as he continued to stare at her. "You know exactly what I want to talk about." She let out a heavy as she finally reached him. "Why didn't you tell…"

"Because he wanted it to be a surprise." Her bright eyes narrowed as she finally got serious. "You know how much…."

"That doesn't matter, Bulma." His arms uncrossed, as did his legs, so he could stand at his full height.

"What does matter to you, Vegeta?" A hand came up to massage her temple as she closed her eyes to focus before reopening them. "I know you train him, and that's fine with me. I know he looks up to you, worships you. So you're apparently doing something right. What I don't get, is….this." She paused as her lips pressed together, half-surprised that he hadn't cut her off yet, or hadn't immediately started into his own rant by now. "It's just a costume."

Vegeta snorted as he turned his head to the side. A hand raised to run through his hair. "He thinks I'm a hero. That I helped saved this pathetic waste of a planet from total destruction."

"You are his hero, and you did help save Earth." Whether it was intentional or not on his part, but….His head whipped back towards her. "You trained so hard during those three years. Even with all the distractions I caused you." A smirk formed on her lips at the remembrance of what they had shared. "So please don't take this out on Trunks."

He let out a heavy breath, his eyes relaxing a bit. "I'm not gonna say anything to the boy. That's why I wanted to talk to you." Her eyes widened a bit. "You've been feeding him that crap about me helping and being good, haven't you?"

Teeth raked across her bottom lip. "What was I supposed to tell him? That his father was a genocidal murderer?" He gave her a shrug. "Trunks is only six-years-old!"

"And he already knows that I'm not human," he shot back.

Bulma let out a frustrated growl. "Of course, that's because he's a lot stronger than all the other kids! Besides, he thinks it's cool. What would he think of you being….you?" A hand covered her mouth as the other latched onto her wrist and pulled her an inch closer.

"I get it, Bulma. I just." The hand on wrist slipped down so their fingers could intertwine. "Don't want him to think too highly of me because when he does get the truth…"

She shook her head as her free hand pulled his away from her mouth. "He doesn't have to."

His eyes narrowed again. "I will tell him when he's older. I'll let him believe whatever lies you tell him now, but one day I'll crush them all into dust."

"Fine," she tried to keep the contempt out of the word, but only half-succeeded. Her features softened as she leaned over to kiss his cheek. "Just let him be a kid, okay?"

He glanced over at the wall before scanning back over to her face. "Naïve Earthlings."

"Hmm. Yet here you are with us." She leaned over again and pressed her lips to his. She pulled back when a hand rest on her backside to push her closer. "I have work to do. Perhaps we can continue tonight after I take Trunks and Goten out. That is, if I'm not too tired." She gave him a little wink as she pulled away from him.

"Kakarot's brat is coming over?"

Bulma gave a slight nod of her head as she continued to pull away. Perhaps she should've just kept that last part to herself. "I figured I'd give Gohan a break this year. He usually takes the boys out."

"Tch. What's wrong with that? Let the older boy take them out again."

"Vegeta, he's studying to get into high school." A scowl passed over his face indicating that he didn't care. "Besides, I miss taking Trunks trick-or-treating."

"With Kakarot's brat in tow you're gonna have your hands full," his tone half-warning.

She gave a small shrug. "It'll be worth it, and hopefully I won't be too worn out by the end of the night."

"For your sake, I hope not either." He turned his back to her as his hands rested on the console. "Although you're rather good at being a tease."

She huffed at his statement. "Sorry my weak body needs sleep." She turned her back on him and started to walk away.

He smirked. "I'll see you tonight."