Vegeta could smell the brat long before he heard any crying. For some strange reason, the child's energy location was farther than where it should be. As he flew, Vegeta tried to push away thoughts of him choosing a mere infant over his own self. Will he stay this way forever?

"Argg!" Vegeta cried out. Just keep flying…Just keep flying…

The Saiyan was nearly on top of the energy by now. He switched his mind set from looking with his ki sense to his sense of sight. It was plainly obvious that he was at the crash site of Bulma's helicopter. Capsule Corp.'s logo was still stamped on the side of what was left of the flying machine. The twisted metal showed where the Android blast clashed. His jaw clenched with his thoughts of what he might find. Earlier during his recollection, Vegeta had already figured the woman was killed. He just had a feeling, even without searching for her life force, like he did for Trunks.

How odd that was. I never had such an absurd feeling in my chest. The prince stopped and forced himself to not fuss about it.

The horrid smell hit Vegeta immediately as he descended, already expecting it to be Trunks.

Is the child rotting from the inside?!

The glass casement of the helicopter was entirely shattered. Vegeta settled himself on the dented roof of a car in front.

"The brat should be right here. I have no time for hide and seek. Where are you, son?"Vegeta impatiently beat his heel on the metal.

As if on cue, a short weep echoed out of the rubble. The Saiyan's eyes dashed downwards to where his peripheral vision saw the puff of lilac hair. Sitting in a nest like pile of helicopter debris was his small, teary eyed son.

Trunks fists were thrashing about above him and his legs kicked the air as he was still buckled in his trashed car seat. Unexpectedly, he looked morally unharmed.

"Hmph." Vegeta acknowledged the child. He jumped down from the car top towards the boy. The prince crouched down to his front feet and rested his arms on his knees. For some reason, finding the brat unharmed eased Vegeta up a bit.

Trunks stared up at his father, whom stared right back. Surprisingly, Trunks settled down when he saw his father. A string of spit and snot hung down from the his mouth, captivated at Vegeta's arrival.

"Disgusting." Vegeta muttered. Whenever Trunks was sick or had a dirty diaper, it was Bulma who cleaned up after him. Now Vegeta had to deal with that? He was built for making a mess out of creature, not cleaning up after them!

Vegeta inched closer to his son to check the boy's body for injuries. Trunks face was patched in dirt. A blue cap was still perfectly snug on the boy's head. The red hue of the child eyes indicated he was probably up all night bawling.

Oh, Kami, the bawling. Vegeta could remember the hours of howling and restless nights caused by the beast of an infant at Capsule Corp. Being a powerful half breed just like Kakarot's brat, Trunks had taken a toll on his mother.

No wonder she was always bitching.

Speaking of Gohan, Vegeta saw the little brat slip away during the attack. Although it angered Vegeta tremendously to see one of his kind run away from a battle, the Androids kept him busy enough to keep him from kicking the kid's ass. Spineless coward.

A river of saliva was spilling down his son's shirt. "Stop that. Close your mouth." Vegeta demanded. Trunks gazed up at his irritated father, fascinated.

Didn't the woman teach him basic language?

"Well? What are you looking at, boy?" Vegeta grouched.

By now, Trunks has recognized the silly man who was talking too loud. It was his daddy. "Da-" Trunk cooed. His small fingers unwrapped from its clamped position and reached for his father's hair. "Heh heh heh! Da, Da, Daddy!" He giggled.

Vegeta's body tilted back, avoiding the droll being flung around by the tittering child. The prince noticed that it was the first time he'd made a child laugh. That probably was due to the fact that he hadn't spent a significant amount of time around his son either. Infrequently, Bulma would force contact between the baby and him. The foolish attempts would end in a shrilling Trunks and peeved Vegeta.

"Y-yes." He awkwardly responded to the ignorant boy, feeling ignorant himself for even talking back to him. Vegeta heaved a sigh and stood up. By now, Vegeta could hardly stand the reeking odor. Quickly, he struggled to unlock the boy from the car seat restrain.

With a single clench, he shattered the seat buckle. Trunks chortled, entertained by the smashed seat buckle.

Vegeta's hand clapped Trunks by the back of his shirt and dangled the baby in front of him. He then saw it. In spite of the fact that he loathed to admit it, Vegeta caught a glance of his favorite color. Bulma's beautiful blue hair.

He was never the one to have such a pointless personality. He didn't care what colors appealed to him and what colors didn't. Having a favorite food. Or choosing favorite famous people, like the humans he knew did so often. He never gave a shit about caring about anything, except himself and his pride. Vegeta didn't live like that and thought anyone who did was too insignificant to be able to be alive.

But then came along Bulma. The feeling wasn't one that was immediately felt, it grew as time passed. Unlike how his mindset was before, almost everything about the woman he admittedly loved. The way she dressed. How she did her make up. Her hair color... How stupid! But still, he couldn't help himself from being intrigued at all the little things that made her what she was and he thought about those worthless pieces of her everyday.

Coming back from his thoughts, he looked back down.

"Heh, Mama!" Trunks was now slapping around on the ground and he motioned over to her as he sucked on his thumb. She was lying lifeless in the dirt. His lover was dead. My fucking Kami... Not her. No, anyone but her! The prince fell to his knees.

Small droplets from the sky began to fall.

Vegeta was around enough dead bodies in his life, but he couldn't stand to look at hers very long. Blood was leaking from her lips. What had really killed her seemed to be she was crushed. Crushed from the torso up under the hunk of metal. Her arm was bend an awkward way and her skin more was bluer than her usual pale. Nonetheless, she still looked as beautiful to Vegeta as she did the morning before. A fact that he forced himself to admit.

"Ma… Mama! Hehe!" Clearly the boy wasn't aware that she was dead.

"Save the baby!" The voice popped back into his mind. He was sure now it was the voice of Bulma. Along with the random voice came the flashback.

He could see her. She had arrived at the fight even with his warning.

"I never see the bad guys! I'm just as important as you guys, y'know!" Bulma argued, their son in her arms.

"Important? Don't be so childish, woman! You wouldn't stand a chance, even if you weren't fighting." Vegeta snapped at her.

The Androids and Vegeta had spotted the helicopter his family flew in at the same time. By the time the blonde raised her hand, he could have flew between his family and the Android. By the time, the blonde blasted it, he could have saved them…

Raging boiled up inside of the Saiyan. "No… How could I let this happen? Why didn't I stop them?!" The Saiyan shouted into the sky. Blinded by ire, Vegeta punched his fist through a wrecked car door. Not again. Not her.

It was happening to him all over again. Just like when he lost his planet, his father, to that fucking Freiza. Unlike now, he was helpless then. So why didn't he do anything?

He knew perfectly well why. Even then, he wanted so badly to go back to how he used to be. Ruthless and powerful. Pure heartily evil. Saving his family would practically promise he wasn't going to change back. That he actually cared for someone so futile and insignificant.

What is wrong with me? I shouldn't be acting this. Although he had known he'd find her dead, seeing the real thing snapped something in him.

"Da…?"

Behind him, a puzzled and soaked Trunks sat. Vegeta shifted his head towards the boy. He noticed his son wasn't frightened, nor stunned at his outburst. Trunks almost seemed amused. My son. Vegeta thought as the two locked gazes.

Trunks is all I have to live for now.

The prince silently vowed to himself at the moment to never let anyone take the only thing he had left. Like they did to his planet. His father. His Bulma. Now the small droplets turned into a steady rhythm of rain taps. He couldn't tell. Was he crying or was it just the rain drops? It was time to leave now, anyways. She was dead and they had no reason to stay any longer. It was time to say goodbye.

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Trunks smacked the clumps of mud around him. It was fun to get messy!

When the boy looked up, his father was bent down next to his mommy. What was his daddy doing?

Trunks could see his daddy whispering to her. Out of nowhere a loud growl bellowed from his stomach. The child hadn't eaten since the day before and he was starving. The half-Saiyan baby ate as much as a man when he had an empty stomach.

"Erg!" Trunks exclaimed. He was cold and hungry and wanted his daddy.

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Vegeta took one last look at Bulma, forcing the regretful thoughts of everything he should have done, everything he should have told her. When one swift step he turned his body and walked away. Never looking back.

He walked over to Trunks, who looked up a his daddy with confused eyes and stared down at him. "We are leaving now, son."