Before Majin Buu...the moment when Vegeta woke up to see that he has settled down and formed a family
Some years had passed. Krillin was a married man, and a happy father. He missed all the action and his friends and was delighted by the idea of a get together reunion. Bulma was preparing one of her famous parties, it was Trunks birthday, it had been too long since the last time they had all met. He didn´t dare to check again if 18 was ready, she was in one of those days when it was better to leave her alone.
-"I can´t see why we have to go there, it is boring"-18 said from inside the house-"Marron is too young, we should stay here and take care of the baby"
-"Come on, 18, we never go to the parties because of the girl, and she will be fine. I mean, Trunks was just a tiny baby when we fought Cell and Bulma dragged him everywhere"- Krillin replied
-"That explains a lot"- 18 added angrily-"that boy must have bumped his head while his crazy mother put his life in risk. Besides they hate me"
-"Nobody hates you, babe"- Krillin tried his bambi eyes, he really wanted to go.
-"They all look at me as if I had killed them"- 18 continued
-"Actually, you killed them in a different timeline"- Master Roshi commentes, getting too close to her-"but I do not hate you, not at all"
-"Try to touch my breasts again and I will use you as my personal punching bag for a week"- 18 told the old man
-"That is why they hate you"- Master Roshi said, taking the baby outside-"I am ready, I will wait for you outside"
-"I am not going"- 18 said
-"Babe!"- Krillin pleaded-"they are my friends, I miss them"
-"Ok, I will go but if anybody looks me funny at me once we are coming home"- 18 accepted
-"There is no need to get so touchy, most of the people in the party have been cold-hearted killers in the past and now we consider them friends."- Master Roshi added.
Trunks was sitting on the top of Capsule Corp, waiting for his mother to stop looking for him, he was not wearing that pink shirt, birthday or not, he was not going to look like an idiot. Only nerds used that colours, and he was not a geek. He could see his grandmother preparing everything in the garden, it was going to be a great party. He was turning eight years old, he knew he should be happy, he had anything a boy could wish for. His family was officially one of the richest in the world, he lived with his mother, who was a genius and a funny woman and his father, the mighty prince of all saiyans. Both loved him, each in a different way, but he was certain of that. He had all the toys he could want and a huge house to play around. He trained everyday in order to be as strong as his father and he knew how to fly, which was great when you are running away from you earth-bound mother. Still Trunks Briefs missed something, other children. The bad part of being so rich and half-saiyan is that school was not an option. His mother had decided that till he grew up a bit, the best thing was to keep him in the house, he could learn loads with his mother and he could train with his dad. But he wanted to be with other kids his same age.
His best friend was coming today, he loved Goten, he was a bit dumb and a year younger but he was a great friend, they could fight together and Goten was always ready to follow him in any of his plans. Trunks knew Goten lived in a far smaller house and that he had no father, but sometimes he felt some envy, because Goten had an older brother, the coolest of brothers, Gohan.
A sudden noise woke him and he turned around just to see his father scowling at him.
-"You are back!"- Trunks shouted delighted to see his dad. Vegeta sometimes felt the need to train far away, it always annoy Trunks not to know when his dad was going to leave, as he never had the chance to wish him luck. The only good thing was it was always a surprise when he returned, and somehow Trunks had already lost the fear that his father might not return.
-"Your mother is going berserk looking for you"- Vegeta told his son-"What are you doing here?"
-"I needed some space"- Trunks answered, floating next to his father-"I have been thinking, I know what I want this year for my birthday"
-"A bit late, but I will blast all the other presents in the hall in no time"- Vegeta wondered what was going on in his son´s head.
-"I don´t care about those presents"- Trunks lied, inside he was thinking that maybe one or two of those gifts should survive the blast
-"Are you going to tell me what it is so important then?"- Vegeta was curious but was loosing his patience with the boy
-"I want a brother"- Trunks replied with hope in his huge blue eyes.
-"No"- Vegeta´s answer was firm
-"But, dad..."- Trunks knew he had lost the fight but tried nevertheless-"why not? Goten has Gohan"
-"Not again"- Vegeta grabbed the boy and floated towards Bulma´s balcony-"I couldn´t care less about Kakarot´s spawn. I had no brothers and I never complained"
-"Your planet was destroyed"- Trunks added grumbling
-"Enough"- Vegeta landed on the balcony with his son. Before he let go of the kid he made the boy look at him-"Trunks, not a word to your mother of any of this, even better, do not tell her I am here at all"
-"Sure, father"- Trunks replied angrily and went inside to see where was his mother. He couldn´t understand why his father didn´t want any more children.
Vegeta saw him go and leaned against the railing. Being a father was a boring, tiresome task. The boy was impossible. The moment he had learned to speak he had asked for a bother, and he had not stopped since then. Always talking, always following him around like a puppy. No wonder he needed to hide away in the desert now and then. He needed a shower and something to eat, maybe he could manage to be alone for a while before the guests arrived. He had been away for two weeks this time and he needed some minutes to get used to be back. He liked the place, sometimes he found himself thinking of it as home, like this morning when he was flying back and he felt great because he was going home. Such feelings were too scary. He took off his clothes and walked into the shower.
Bulma welcomed everyone with a smile, she was the perfect host. She was worried because Vegeta was not there, as usual, and because Trunks seemed to be extra cranky, probably because it was his birthday and his father was stil training who knows where.
-"Trunks is growing up so fast"- Yamcha told her offering her a drink-"These kids always amaze me, not two days ago it was only us and now look at the next generation. Gohan is almost taller than me."
-"Yes"- Bulma´s mind was somewhere else.
-"Are you okay?"- Yamcha touched her shoulder-"you seem rather sad. Where is Vegeta?"
-"Training, I guess"- Bulma answered and hide her face, she didn´t want to show him how she was feeling-"he might be dead for all I know, it is been two weeks this time"
-"I see"- Yamcha couldn´t prevent himself from thinking that the saiyan was dumb, leaving such a woman alone was the most stupid thing a man could do, he had learnt that lesson the hard way.
Vegeta was dressed as an earthling and properly showered and groomed. He walked down the staircase and saw through a window how Yamcha leaned to say something near Bulma´s ear. He felt his blood boiling. How dare he? That was his woman he was trying to seduce!
-"I am sure there are men that do appreciate a woman like you out there, Vegeta is not the only man in this planet"- Yamcha said, he wasn´t actually flirting, he was just trying to be a good friend. He cared for her and wished she could be happy.
-"mmm"- Vegeta interrupted them
-"Vegeta!"- Bulma said surprised-"we were not expecting you"
-"It is the party of the brat, you said I have to be here or I will regret it all my life"- Vegeta replied
-"Actually I said that you weren´t going to get..."- Bulma added but was interrupted by Vegeta, who was blushing-"ok, I know, you hate it when I am vulgar"
-"I better go to see what Oolong is doing"- Yamcha knew when he was not welcomed.
-"What were you doing with Scarface?"- Vegeta demanded
-"Where were you?"- Bulma asked, her hands on her hips. Vegeta had to focus on the question, she looked sexy, and he had been deprived of her company for two whole weeks. He forgot all about Yamcha and started to wonder when were all these persons going home and if anyone could take Trunks with them, what he had in mind was not suitable for his son´s ears.
-"I told you once, I do not have to tell anybody my whereabouts"- He answered, then he said in a low voice-"I am here, as you told me"
Bulma looked at him and then walked towards the main area of the garden where her son was eating cake with Goten.
-"Trunks, your father is here, he has not forgotten your birthday"- Bulma told him.
Trunk faked he was surprised but even Goten realised he already knew about his father´s return. Bulma smiled and let the boys ran to Vegeta. Having to cope with those two was punishment enough for the prince.
-"Vegeta"- Goten said a bit shy, he had know Trunks´father all his life, and he liked him but the man had always scared him a bit, although not as much as Vegeta scared Gohan.
-"Dad, let me show you the presents"- Trunks said
-"I thought you weren´t interested in presents anymore"- Vegeta said
-"There are some great toys"- Goten offered
-"Toys are for babies"- Trunks and Vegeta replied at the same time. Goten looked at his shoes for a second.
"Vegeta seems happy"- Chi Chi said-"he is not so impossible as before"
-"Sometimes he feels the need to be a badass but most of the time he is nice to have around"- Bulma accepted-"So Gohan is starting high school, amazing, it seems like it was yesterday that he was a baby"
-"Yes, my scholar"- Chi Chi said proud.
-"One of these days he will bring home a girl"- Bulma joked
-"Over my dead body, if he dares to bring one I will crush her with my heel"- Chi Chi said
-"In my case it will be Vegeta who will do all the crushing"- Bulma laughed-"poor Trunks"
That same night Trunks was so excited Bulma was having serious trouble to get him to sleep. Vegeta waited in their room till he could not bare it any longer and yelled from the door.
-"Do as you are told, now!"- Vegeta was not good at talking to children, or anyone else for that matter.
Bulma entered into the bedroom with a funny smirk in her face.
-"It worked, he is probable scared to death under the duvet, but at least he is not trying to fly around the hall for once"- Bulma saw that Vegeta was already naked under the sheets and blushed.-"not much for foreplay, eh?"
Vegeta grinned and extended a hand inviting her to the bed.
-"Can we talk?"- Bulma asked.
-"Do we have to?"- Vegeta´s grin faced, not another one of those boring talks about human customs and things like that.-"What have I done wrong this time? I don´t remember blasting anyone, not even Scarface, and he was asking for it"
-"Were you jealous?"- Bulma smiled
-"NO"- Vegeta´s answer was short and fast
-"Whatever, that is not the point. Trunks feels lonely, he is always hoping Goten and Gohan come to play, he wants to go to school"- Bulma told him
-"No way, my son cannot go and mingle with those weaklings, that would do him no good"- Vegeta said-"besides, think, Bulma, I thought you were considered a genius"
-"I am a genius, jerk"- Bulma got angry, Vegeta liked that, she was more "interested" in him when she was angry.
-"If the brat goes to that school and flies around or punches anyone he would get in trouble"- Vegeta explained
-"I know, it is just that he looks so sad"- Bulma thought for a moment-"I was an only child, I know how he feels, I went searching the dragon balls to get myself a boyfriend"
-"And look what you got yourself for doing that"- Vegeta scoffed at her
-"Yes, first a playboy and then a jerk, just my luck"- Bulma winked at him and got herself under the sheets-"maybe we could solve this with an easier solution"
-"No more babies"- Vegeta felt less "interested" all of a sudden
-"Why not?"- Bulma asked
-"I am not interested in creating a family"- Vegeta lied, he could still remember Bulma´s state when she had given birth to Trunks.
-"Liar"- Bulma replied tickling him-"if that is your real reason then, my dear prince, you are a bit late"
The idea struck him, that was true, he already had a family. Vegeta´s mind went overdrive by the notion. Bulma caressed his abs and he forgot for a moment the problem. A couple of hours later he woke up from a nightmare, as usual. He looked himself on the mirror and washed his face with some cold water.
-"You have a family"- He told himself-"how has this happened?"
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Long chap, because I wanted to get rid of this moment and get into action as soon as possible...I hope there are still some readers who like the fic...if so please review...it is hard to write this on someone else´s computer...well,...ideas are welcomed too...thanks a lot for the reviews...and really, really I hope you like it.