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Trunks wandered down the halls of Capsule Corp. Something was defiantly up. He stopped when he heard someone crying around the corner he was about to turn. He was about to go find out what was going on, but another voice stopped him.

"You shouldn't cry over that weakling. You knew this was coming."

He recognized his father's voice. He remained hidden behind the wall, not wanting to interrupt the scene, but also wanting to hear this.

"But still…it hurts." Bulma sobbed. Vegeta made a sound of disgust. "I know." She sighed, "Pitiful human emotions."

"True, you are stuck with these pathetic feelings, but it's how you act upon them that counts. You can cry like the weakling you are, or you can get up, and show your small amount of strength."

Bulma gave a small chuckle. "It's amazing how you can make someone feel better, even though you insulted them about 4 times."

"3, to be exact. Now, get up, and make me something to eat."

Bulma laughed again. "Of course. How dare my pathetic feelings come before your hunger?"

"Only took you 6 months of me living here to figure that one out? You learn faster than I thought you could."

"Well, I am the smartest woman on the planet! " Bulma bragged, apparently over Yamcha.

"So you say. Yet, despite what you claim, you are still sitting here and not making me food." said Vegeta, humour in his voice.

"Fine. I'm moving already!"

Trunks took this as his cue to exit, and left silently, greatly pleased with what he had just heard.

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Trunks ticked off another day on his calendar, and flipped the page to the next month. He had been there for a year and 5 months.

Nothing really big had happened since Bulma broke up with Yamcha. All that changed was that Yamcha wasn't hanging around the house as much. Nothing big there. There were subtle things, like Bulma reaching to get something from the top shelf in the kitchen, and Vegeta flying up and getting it for her. Or when Bulma spent an entire day to make longer lasting training robots for Vegeta, even though he didn't ask…or demand, as he usually did.

They were all little things that most people (including Bulma and Vegeta) thought nothing of, but meant a lot to Trunks. Every time he noticed something like that, he gave a small smile, and proceeded to tell his mother exactly what happened. She, of course, was always happy to hear the latest in her relationship. She found it quite fun to relive her love life.

Trunk was beginning to get worried though. That inevitable day was fast approaching. It was less than a month away before he would be conceived. He really needed an escape route. Once again, I bring up that, though a savior of the world, he was still a teenager, and no teenager wants to think about his parents…like that, conceiving him, no less.

It was arranged that Trunks would be at Goku's house for the week. The excuse he gave was that he hadn't seen Goku at all, and he wanted to go see him for a while. Plus, he felt he should give Bulma a break. She was housing enough people, right? Bulma was reluctant to let him leave, having grown used to his presence, but Trunks insisted.

"Ok, I'm leaving now!" Trunks called to them, right before he left. It was time. In about three days, he would be conceived.

"Be careful. And please, I beg of you, DO NOT EAT ANY OF GOKU'S COOKING!" Bulma yelled at him.

"I won't. I promise." Said the teen, holding up his right hand.

After a few more vows to Bulma, Trunks finally got to leave.

"Hey! Trunks!" Goku called to him from the ground, and Trunks flew near him.

"Hey Goku. Sorry to bother you like this…"

"It's ok. We love having company!" Goku smiled. "Me, Gohan and Piccolo were just training. Want to join us?"

"Sure." Trunks agreed, and off they went to train.

Meanwhile, back at Capsule Corps.

"So…the boy's gone…"

"Yeah…"

"…"

"Um…you want something to eat…?"

"Sure….Where are your parents??"

"They left for the week…on vacation…"

"So…it's just us two?"

"Yep…just us…"

"Uh huh…"

They both stared at each other, blinked, then ran off in different directions. They both had to clear their minds of bad, bad thoughts.

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"Hey. I'm….home…" Trunks called, after the week was up. Instead of some sort of welcome, or even an "Oh. You're back" he got:

"Dammit Vegeta! What did I tell you? BE CAREFUL WITH THE GRAVITY ROOM! It can't handle your…well, it can't handle YOU!"

"Then make one that CAN handle...me."

"I have a life outside of you, you stupid monkey!"

"You won't have a life at all if the androids kill you, which they might if I can't train! And without a good gravity chamber, I can't, now can I?"

Bulma looked like she was about to punch Vegeta in the nose, but luckily, she noticed Trunks before she could.

"Hey, you're back! What's new?"

"Er…nothing. I'm just going to…go…now. Carry on your fight." He mumbled, before running to his room. Was there anyway at all he could know that he was conceived on time? According to his mother: the answer was no.

"Sorry Kiddo. Nothing really changed between us until I found out I was pregnant."

"Great. So for all we know, I don't even exist in this time yet! Perfect!"

"Well, I should find out about two weeks from now, so you'll know then. So just wait."

And so he did. Two weeks came and went, and Trunks was getting really anxious, until that oh-so-wonderful day arrived.

"Um…Hey, Trunks…Have you seen Vegeta?" Bulma asked him, looking happy, nervous, afraid, sad, pleased, and a whole lot of other emotions at once.

"Yeah. He's in the GR. Do you want me to get him?" Trunks asked, guessing, knowing and hoping what she wanted him for.

"Uh…yeah. That would be nice…"

A few moments later, Trunks came back with Vegeta, who was grumbling about his training being cut short.

"Uh…I'll just leave you two alone…" Trunks said, turning to leave.

"No. Wait Trunks. I want you to be here too." Bulma smiled at him. Trunks hesitated, then took a seat at the table where Bulma and Vegeta were already sitting.

"I have some…news…" She started. "Um…Vegeta…remember that night a few weeks ago…when Trunks was gone, and I- We…um…" She struggled getting the words out. Normally, Vegeta would have acted stupid, letting her continue struggling, but noticing the young teen's face turning a shade a pale, then green as he looked as though he was about to gag, he decided against it.

"Yes. I remember. Carry on."

"Well…um…You…uh…know how reproduction works…right?"

Trunks felt the need to slam his head against the table. What a great way of saying it! Vegeta seemed to understand.

"You don't mean that…you can't be…"

"Yeah. I'm pregnant."

Vegeta just stared. Then stared some more. Then he just got up and left, mumbling something about training.

Bulma stared after him, sighed, then turned to Trunks.

"So…are YOU happy for me?" She asked. Trunks nodded, and gave her a small hug.

"Don't worry. I'm sure everything will work out fine." Trunks smiled.

"You think?" She asked, incredibly nervous.

"I know." He smiled again. This seemed to cheer her up, and she left for her room.

Trunks sat back down. Mentally, he did a little happy dance. He was going to be born! Yay! But, he still had other things to worry about. He now faced the task of telling his parents that…they're his parents. He figured Bulma would start jumping around and saying things like "I knew it! I knew you looked WAY too much like Vegeta!" As for Vegeta…well, that could work out one of two ways. One) He wouldn't care and would leave to go train or Two) He'd be pissed that Trunks had been living under his (Bulma's) roof and didn't tell him.

The teen sighed and made his was to his room. He'd tell his mom what was going on, and ask her for advice. But he knew she'd tell him to tell them ASAP. Whereas Trunks was more in favour of the 'wait until the last minute' plan. Either way, the kid had a lot of thinking to do.

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"Trunks. Tell them." Bulma's stern, motherly voice said to him.

"B-But…If YOU were in my position, would you want to tell them? Keeping in mind who we're talking about"

"Okay. I see your point. But you STILL have to tell them."

"But I don't wanna!"

"Then you're stuck there. And eventually, they'll find out anyway."

"True." Trunks sighed.

"Tell me when you've told them. Then I'll come to see you and you fix your time machine."

Trunks smiled into the phone. "I have an idea-"

"No!" Bulma immediately dismissed it. "YOU broke the time machine, YOU can handle the dirty work!"

Trunks let out a frustrated sigh. "Fine!"

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So, it had been two months, and still, Trunks hadn't told them. He walked in on the 'happy couple' 'discussing' the gender of their child.

"IT'S A GIRL!"

"BOY!"

"GIRL!"

"BOY!"

"It's a girl! Women have an intuition about these things!"

"It's a boy! That's final! If it's a girl, we're putting it back in until it's finished!"

"Babies don't work like that, Vegeta!" Bulma sighed at him.

"We'll see!" the man said darkly.

"Hi!" Trunks smiled brightly at them.

"What do YOU think?" Bulma asked him. "Boy or girl?" She smiled sweetly.

"Boy." Trunks said bluntly. Bulma's demeanor completely changed.

"FINE! SIDE WITH THE MONKEY, WHY DON'T YOU!"

Trunks blinked. "By your reasoning, I'm also a monkey, so by all means..." Trunks trailed off, backing up a bit at the angry glare coming from his soon-to-be mother.

"Why'd you say a boy?" She asked suddenly.

'It's now or never' Trunks thought sulkily. He opened his mouth to explain when Bulma let out a joyful screech.

"NAMES! SHE NEEDS A NAME!"

"HE!" Vegeta and Trunks corrected at the same time. Bulma waved them off.

"I like the name Bra…" She said dreamily. Father and Son exchanged disgusted glares.

"I like the name Vegeta." The soon-to-be father glared at the mother of his child.

"OOH! I have a great idea!" Bulma yelled, causing Trunks and Vegeta to wince. "Since YOU'RE so sure it's a boy, and I KNOW it's a girl, we can make a bet!" She smiled brightly. Trunks blanched. This couldn't be good. "If it's a boy, we'll name him Vegeta. When it ends up a girl, we'll name her Bra!"

Trunks went paler.

"Dea-" Vegeta was about to agree before he was interrupted by a loud bellow of "NO!"

Trunks was hyperventilating. He DID NOT like the idea of being named Vegeta. That was just weird. Plus, didn't people usually grow into their names?? He was struck with the horrible image of his hairline reclining and hair sticking strait up. Physically having to stop his hand from reaching up to ensure his silky, limp hair was the way it should be, he turned to the couple staring at him.

"What?" Bulma asked, confused. Trunks took a deep breath.

"You CAN'T name HIM Bra or Vegeta." He said very forcefully.

"And WHY not?" Bulma and Vegeta interrogated in unison. Trunks calmed himself.

"Because he already HAS a name." The both looked at him like he was insane. He rolled his eyes. "I'm from the future! Remember!" They blinked in understanding.

"OOOH!" Bulma cried. "So you know my baby??"

"Yes. Quite well, actually." He smirked at his own joke. He vaguely noticed the suspicious glare Vegeta was sending his way.

"Really? So does he survive the android attacks???" She asked, eyes widening. Trunks gave her a reassuring nod.

"Of course."

Vegeta took a step forward. "So, what exactly is his name, Trunks?"

Trunks lost the little colour in his face he had regained. He took a deep breath.

"It's Trunks."

He waited for the inevitable responses. He could practically hear, feel, smell and even TASTE the glare Vegeta was sending at him. He looked to Bulma for support, but only found confusion.

"I didn't think Trunks was that popular of a name…But two kids, born around the same time with the same unique name…bizarre."

Vegeta lost his glare and just stared, open mouthed at Bulma. Trunks lost his fear of the glare and stared at her as well.

"Yes, that is weird." Vegeta said, still looking at her. "They would be born around the same year, at the same time as well, considering the day the child is due, and his" He pointed at Trunks "birthday. Not to mention they'd both have Saiyan blood, look strikingly like me, aside from eyes inherited from you and hair from your father."

Bulma considered the description. "Vegeta, you couldn't possibly know what our son will look like-" Realization dawned on her. "Ohhhhh!"

She turned to Trunks. "Wow! My little boy is going to be so HOT when he grows up!" Trunks resisted the urge to gag. "OOH! I'm so sorry!" Bulma said suddenly. "You must have been so uncomfortable when we were waiting for Goku and I was hitting on you!"

"Yeah, a little."

"So, the person who you're always talking to on the phone…is…me?" Bulma asked.

"Yeah."

"Wow! Can I talk to her! Please!" Bulma begged like a child. Trunks blinked. "Sure. Just call the number for Capsule Corps." Bulma nodded before bounding off to his room to get his phone, leaving father and son alone.

"So," Vegeta said, his voice filled with venom. "Is there a reason why you didn't tell us?"

Trunks gulped. "If I told you, I wouldn't have been born."

"After you knew you were conceived?" Vegeta pounced on the fault in the excuse.

"I was…nervous."

Vegeta spat at the floor. "Bullshit. You were afraid."

Trunks looked at his feet. "If I was afraid it was because I didn't want to deal with your reactions!"

"That's still no excuse!"

"But try to put yourself in my position! And keep in mind that you'd be dealing with the two most stubborn people on the planet!"

Vegeta considered it for a moment. "Tell me. Who were you more afraid to tell? Me, or Bulma?"

"You." Trunks blurted out quickly, earning a chuckle from Vegeta. "Mom may be crazy, but I'm at least used to it. I can somewhat predict what she's going to do! But with you, I'm at a loss. Not only are you MORE insane than Mom, which is a feat in itself, but I know absolutely nothing about how your brain works! Hell, I know absolutely nothing about you!"

Vegeta thought for a moment. It was weird, hearing someone call Bulma 'Mom'. The boy's words sunk in a bit more. That was true. He had died before Trunks got a chance to meet him. To Trunks, Vegeta was unknown territory, and everyone, to some extent, fears the unknown. As long as one knows what they're up against, they have an advantage.

Vegeta sighed. "I SUPPOSE that it's excusable. But you better put in triple the effort in training today! No son of mine will be a slacker!"

'No son of mine'; the words sounded so odd to him.

Trunks smiled. "Of course…Dad…"

Vegeta chuckled. "Stick to 'Father' for now. 'Dad' sounds too familiar, and we've already established we're strangers to each other."

Trunks nodded. "Right."

Before the conversation could continue, Bulma came bounding down the stairs, chatting ecstatically on the phone.

"Really? He said that??" she said, shooting Vegeta a smile. "That's so sweet! I would have never expected him to say something so loving!!"

Coming to the conclusion that Bulma was talking about him, Vegeta shouted at her. "What did I say?? Bulma!" He called, irritated when she waved her hand at him, telling him to shut up.

"Really? Are you SURE we're talking about the same Vegeta??"

"Bulma!" Vegeta yelled again in vain. Shooting him a playful wink, she ran from the room, leaving him to chase after her to wrestle the phone from her grip so he could find out what the hell he was accused of saying.

Trunks just stood alone in the room.

"Father…" he whispered lightly, the word sounding so foreign to him. He gave a sad smile before running up the stairs to his room.

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So ends another chapter. So, Vegeta and Bulma know Trunks is their son. What will happen next?! Find out in the next, and possibly last, chapter!