Hi! Okay, Since people don't want a sad ending, I came up with something else. It... isn't so much as of a happy ending, but it depends on the way you look at it actually. The format is a little different, because it does not have the words 'happy ever after' unlike in the previous two chapters. Happy reading! Please R&R!

"Trunks?"

The teen turns to the door to see Vegeta standing. He spins around in his chair and gives his father a small smile. "Yea Dad?"

"Well… what are you working on?" Vegeta fidgeted. "Sales figures for the meeting tomorrow," came the reply.

"Oh." Vegeta bit his lip-how were you supposed to talk about work with your nineteen year old son where the only job you have ever gotten in your life was killing others?

"I.. got you ice cream. It's in the fridge." Vegeta started. Trunks grinned. "Really?" "Yea… chocolate mint. It's your favorite, right?" Vegeta ran his fingers through his hair nervously.

No, my favorite is Rocky Road. "Yep." Trunks smiled. This only made Vegeta look at his son, confused. "Oh. I always thought your favorite was Rocky Road." Trunks grinned wider and nodded. "I have two favorites."

"It's a favorite. You only have one." says Vegeta, but he was smiling.

"Well, I have two. If my sister has two favorite colours, two favorite dresses and two favorite soft toys, I might as well pick two favorite ice cream flavors." Trunks replied. Vegeta smirked. "You hate mint. Remember your ten years old birthday party?"

The demi-saiyan laughed. He didn't think Vegeta remembered. "That was nine years ago. I changed my mind." At his ten year birthday party, Trunks had decided-with the courtesy of Goten, of course-that he very much hated mint, after a certain best friend of his 'accidently' added three pounds of freshly ground mint leaves into the punch.

The duo heard Bra's screams from downstairs. "I have to go… check on your sister." Vegeta nodded towards the door. Trunks turned back to his laptop. "By the way," Vegeta states, "your sister has three favorite colours."

Trunks looks up at the empty doorway.

YYYYYYYYYY

"But I wanna!" Bra cried, indignant. Vegeta crossed his arms. He loved his daughter, but he drew the line here. "No!"

Trunks appeared in the hallway. "What's wrong?" Bra looks up at her big brother with large, puppy-dog eyes. "Daddy won't let me into the room!" "What room?"

"You know, the room!" Bra stomps her foot. "The one you two always go into!" Trunks smiles in understanding-"You mean the GR?" "Yea… whatever that stands for." Bra nods.

"I've told you. Your brother can go in there, because he's stronger than you. We don't play in there, Bra, we train." Vegeta sighed, exasperated. "Then I wanna train too!" Bra whines.

Vegeta groans and sends his son a pleading look. Trunks picks up his sister. "Hey Bra. Are you sure you want to train? You'll be strong, but you're going to end up with big muscles and I don't think that looks good on a girl."

Bra looks at Trunks for a moment, deep in thought, trying to imagine herself looking like him, and then pales. "Eww! How am I going to wear a dress?! I'll look all big and stupid!" Vegeta's left eye twitched. Trunks set the girl down, and she ran off. "Mummy! I don't wanna train!"

Trunks turns to his father. "I thought you didn't want any of your kids to grow up weak and whiny." Vegeta shrugs. "It's different. Saiyans take pride in training, and the biggest honor, if not being the legendary, is to bring up the next. Bra's not going to be focusing anyway. Besides, it's enough having two legendarys in the house."

Trunks felt his heart warm at the somewhat-compliment. An awkward silence settled over the two.

"So… what are Bra's favorite colours?" Trunks asks. "Red, Pink and Blue."

"Why Blue?" Trunks asks again. "It's… one of mine." Vegeta answers, a slight blush tinting his cheeks.

"One of? You have two?" Trunks smiles cheekily. "Well yes."

"So what's the second?" "Lavender." Vegeta looks away. He turns to leave, but the next question stops him.

"Why lavender?"

Vegeta blinks, then stares at his son for a long time. "It's your hair colour," he says, like it was the most painfully obvious thing in the universe.

end.