-You know the drill-

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He woke the next morning and dressed her, carrying her back to her room before the others woke up. He found himself standing there watching the rise and fall of her chest as she slept, his mind replaying the night before.

He still wasn't sure what came over him to make him act like that…. He felt guilty for taking advantage of her while she was drunk, but at the same time, he felt like –

He groaned, rubbing his face with his hands as he crept back to his room.

He couldn't find the words for how he felt, but it felt right. When she slept in his arms, it felt right.

Perfect even.

Lying back down on top of the covers, he grabbed the pillow she had slept on, snuggling his face into it and breathing in her scent. He had to find a way to get Vegeta to stop hating him. The more he was away from her, the more it hurt him, and after everything he had been through with Chi-Chi, he didn't want to let this feeling go. She made him feel things that he wasn't used to, that he had never experienced during his marriage. He felt bad at the thought, even with how Chi-Chi had left, but it was the truth.

Slipping back into sleep, he knew he had to figure out something soon.

He didn't want to sleep without her next to him anymore.

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Waking in the late morning light was excruciating.

Her head was pounding and she was going to die.

Nope, never mind that.

She was going to live and be punished for last night.

She opened her eye, wincing as the light of the sun poured in her room, and groaned.

She didn't want to get up.

She wondered, what happened to Trunks with a weak snigger.

Sitting up seemed to be almost impossible, but she managed to do it after about ten minutes. She weaved her way to the shower, groaning happily when the hot water poured over body.

About an hour later, she had finally made her way downstairs to the kitchen.

"Well, good morning Willow!" Bulma called, making her whimper and grab her head.

"Looks like you guys had fun last night!" the blunette said loudly, grinning as her and Trunks both held their heads. "Poor Goten already crawled out of here and went to Gohan's! I don't know why he was in such a hurry!" she exclaimed brightly, chuckling when they both glared at her.

Vegeta came into the room, grinning at his two oldest.

"Look who's awake finally!" he boomed, making Willow almost fall out of her chair.

"For the love of God, Dad, stop!" She whined, making him laugh. He sat between her and Trunks, slapping both of them on the back.

"I have a whole day planned for us! Eat your breakfast and get your training gear!" he announced, digging in to his own meal.

Trunks gagged as his mother sat a plate in front of him, turning green.

"N-no thanks..." he offered weakly, pushing it away.

Willow had her head propped up on her hands, and gave a loud snore. Vegeta huffed, shoving her arms away, causing her to almost drown in her bowl when she fell face first in it. She sputtered, glaring at him with a face full of milk and cereal.

Bulma handed her a dish towel, trying not to laugh.

"I'm surprised to see you two up." Goku said softly, walking into the room. He sat next to Willow, looking at her in concern.

"What happened?" he asked, brushing milk-soaked hair out of her face.

"Father happened…" Trunks grumbled, his forehead laying on the cool metal table. Goku glared at Vegeta, who smirked.

"I just told them they get to train with me all day, Kakarott! You should join us!" he boomed again, making his children hiss in pain. Goku glared, rubbing Willow's back.

"Stop that!" he hissed quietly.

"I don't think so! They wanted to get drunk, now they have to deal with the consequences!" he said loudly. "Besides, Kakarott, you're forgetting that they are my children. I'll punish them how I see fit."

He had him there and Goku knew it, but he felt horrible for them.

Vegeta wolfed down his food, watching his children with amusement. He knew they were adults and could drink as they pleased, but he'd be damned if they thought they were going to lazy about the house after their night of drinking. He never did.

See that they weren't too inclined to eat anything, he got up from the table, making as much noise as possible.

"Alright you two!" he said, slamming a fist lightly onto the table, making them groan.

"Go get changed and meet me out in the Gravity Room in ten minutes! And if I have to come back and find you, it will be a thousand times worse!" he told them, smirking.

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After Trunks and Willow had dragged their selves out the back door, Goku followed Bulma up to her lab, wanting her take on what Willow had confessed to him the night before.

He explained it the best he could without going into detail about their… activities, watching as his friend stared at him in shock.

"What?"

"Yeah… she – she said that she watched me fight, that she knew me… If you ask while she's sober, she should be able to tell you more about it… I just want to know how they are able to see us…"

Bulma sat down behind her desk, nails tapping against the wood.

"How did they even get her to begin with? She said they didn't explain any of it, just told her what she was, that they had taken her for research, and gave her the bare minimum of background on us…. If they have been watching us enough to actually make a show about us, then they lied to her… I just wonder why…"

"I asked her about her world before. She said it wasn't that different from ours, that they had the same tech-"

Bulma broke off before a long string of curses left her mouth.

"Those bastards! Their stealing my technology!" she snarled, slamming her fist down onto the desk.

"What else did she say, Goku?"

He ducked his head, blushing brightly. "Not much else, she said she didn't know why they were doing it. Then –"he broke off, having come to the end of what he was willing to share.

"What Goku?" Bulma demanded, but Goku shook his head.

"It's nothing! Just – just something she told me… in private…" he said, hoping she didn't push it.

She eyed him for a moment before nodding, running her fingers through her hair.

"I have to get her to talk to me about this…. If they're watching us…" she looked around the room, paranoid. She jumped to her feet and started pacing, leaving Goku to ponder what all this meant for them.

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"Dad stop!" Trunks panted.

He had already threw up twice and was headed for a third. He glanced over at the wall were his sister lay, breathing heavily.

"I expect a thousand pushups, boy! No dawdling!" Vegeta snarled, sickened by how weak the two were acting. He sent Trunks a death glare before stalking over to his daughter, pulling her up off the cold metal floor by her arm.

Trunks watched her from his position of the floor, seeing the same tears of frustration that were gathering in his eyes pouring down her face. Vegeta glared at her, grabbing a bottle of water from the cooler at his feet and thrusting it in her hands.

"Get yourself under control and I want you doing the same as your brother!" he spat, watching her shakily bring the bottle to her lips. She chugged it, tossing the empty bottle to the floor and trying to catch her breath.

Trunks tried to focus on his own task, forgetting momentarily what number he was on.

His mind wandered as he tried not to think about the burning of his muscles, added with the churning of his stomach, praying that Vegeta would just get annoyed with them and let them go.

"What did you say?"

He looked up at his father's outburst to see them glaring at one another.

"I said this is a bunch of shit, you hypocrite! You and Bulma get plastered every fucking weekend!" Willow seethed, her fists clenched at her side.

SLAP!

Trunks looked on in shock, forgetting his pushups.

Willow touched her cheek, glaring at him with tear filled eyes.

"Bastard."

She dove at him, taking him by surprise.

Trunks couldn't even keep up with them they were moving so fast. He jumped up and ran from the training room.

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"GOKU!"

Bulma and Goku looked up as Trunks ran into the lab.

"GOKU! Their fighting! Help!"

He didn't even think of using Instant Transmission. He took off at a run, Trunks and Bulma right behind him.

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Willow punched her father in the face, feeing nothing.

It felt like she wasn't even in her own body. She saw him hit her back, but never felt the blows from his hands. "STOP TREATING ME LIKE A CHILD!" she roared at him, kicking him in the stomach. He flew into the wall, coming back snarling like a wild animal.

"THEN STOP ACTING LIKE A SPOILED BRAT!"

She felt the last bit of sanity in her snap.

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The next thing she knew, she woke up, laying in someone's arms.

"How could you?" she heard Bulma screaming. She heard a slap and then Bulma started crying. She tried to open her eyes but couldn't and it made her panic. She struggled against whoever it was holding her.

"Hey… Shhh, it's alright..." Goku soothed, rubbing her back gently.

She calmed down and tried to talk, but the words wouldn't form.

"Bulma, I gotta get her to Dende," he said. The woman sobbed even harder and Willow felt him shift her. There was a small bit of movement, then she heard a new voice.

"What happened?" a gentle voice asked, sounding worried. Goku lay her down and explained in one word.

"Vegeta"

She felt two very warm and soft hands touch her stomach. Pleasant heat began flowing through her and she felt her pain begin to recede.

After what seemed about five minutes, she opened her eyes, seeing an extremely worried Goku hovering over top of her. She grinned up at him, feeling better than she had all day.

She sat up, surprised to find herself on a bed.

"You've been out for two days." Goku whispered, setting down next to her and wrapping an arm around her.

"What?"

He nodded towards the door. "Dende was starting to get worried you wouldn't wake up…" he trailed off, his voice cracking.

Willow looked up to see the young Namekian standing in the doorway, smiling gently.

"It's good to see you awake, Willow." He told her, before excusing himself, leaving them alone in the room.

Goku continued to hold her, not that she was complaining, but it made her realize just how bad of shape she must have been in.

She felt her anger flair, thinking about what Vegeta had done. It hurt her to think that he had done this to her, but she couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind right now. He cared about her, she knew he did. He had been more of a father to her in the little while she had been here then her adoptive one had been her entire life. She knew he cared.

The more she thought on what happened, the more she knew that it was both of their faults. Their tempers had clashed magnificently and she had lost, big time. But she didn't think this was going to be a victory he was proud of.

She had to find him and see how he was doing, to make sure he wasn't blaming himself for all of it. Cause she held some of it as well and wasn't about to let him be a martyr.

"Goku, I need to get home… I gotta see dad –"

She broke off at his growl, looking up at him in shock.

"After what he did!? You're not going anywhere near him!"

She glared up at him, looking remarkably like the object of his anger.

"I want to see my father. NOW."

"But –"

She groaned, pushing herself out of his arms to stand, her hands going to her hips in agitation.

"I need to see him, Goku! What if he's blaming himself for all of this? I can't stand the thought of him –"

"He is the blame! He almost killed you, Willow! You were close to dying when I got you here!" he stressed, his fists balled up, and wanting to smash the older Saiyans face in.

"We were BOTH at fault, Goku…. He didn't just start beating the shit out of me for no reason. We were arguing and our tempers got out of hand….. Neither one of us would back down and fought as a result."

He stood, his hands wrapping around her waist, pulling her to him.

"You – when I came in there and saw you lying on the floor….. " He whispered leaning down and laying his head against her, "I thought you were….. Vegeta just stood there…. Bulma hit him and he didn't even flinch. He just kept staring at you until I took you to Dende. I – I felt his Ki explode not long after that… but it calmed down a few hours after…. "He gazed down into her eyes, trying to decide what to do.

"If you go to him, I'm coming with you."

She nodded slightly, smiling softly.

"That's fine, Goku…. I don't – I think he's hurting… I'll be fine, but you can be there if you want." She assured him. He pulled her with him to the door, taking her hand.

"Let's tell Dende we're leaving and then we'll go to Capsule Corp." he told her, watching her smile up at him.

He knew where that – that bastard was… he hoped that maybe Bulma might be able to talk her out of seeing him, but he doubted it...

She was her father's daughter, after all.

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He held her to his side when they appeared in the kitchen of Capsule Corp.

It was empty.

He scanned the grounds for anyone's Ki, and found all of them, with the exception of Vegeta, in the living room. He guided her through the hallway and opened the door.

Bulma screamed when she saw her, jumping up and hugging her tightly, sobbing.

"Where's Dad?"

Bulma stepped back and wiped her eyes, glaring.

"I don't know and I don't care! After what he did he's lucky I didn't have Goku kill him!"

Willow smiled softly and grabbed the older woman in a hug.

"I need to find him." She whispered.

Trunks cleared his throat.

"He's – he said he was going to stay at Goku's old place for a while…" he told them. She let go of Bulma, holding her hand out to Goku.

"Take me to him."

"No!" Bulma exclaimed, reaching out and grabbing her arm, "Let him stay there! He's –"

Willow hugged her, cutting her off.

"He's my father, Bulma…. I have to check on him." she said, softly. She let go, her hand finding Goku's.

"Let's go."

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They landed outside of a small capsule house, set atop a large mountain and surrounded by a thick forest. She felt her father's Ki inside, sparking erratically at her senses. They walked to the door and she held her hand up.

"Let me go in alone, please?" she asked him, softly.

He didn't want to, but he relented finally, nodding his head and taking a step back.

"Call for me if you need me." He told her, letting her step through the door.

She entered the living room, seeing her father setting in the middle of the floor, surrounded by boxes and furniture that had been covered with sheets.

He didn't move when she came in, his head bowed to the floor.

"Dad?"

He jerked at her voice, his fists bunching at his side.

"Go back home, girl." He growled, half-heartedly.

She huffed, walking over and setting next to him on the floor.

"Please, I'm too stubborn to actually listen to you of all people," she snorted. She elbowed him in the side, trying to get him to look at her, but his eyes remained on the floor.

"Come on, Dad…. It wasn't that bad –"

"Wasn't that bad?" he seethed, finally looking her way. His eyes were red and puffy as he glared at her.

"I almost killed you! I let my anger take over!"

"So did I! I egged you on, dammit! I had a hangover and was being a pissy little shit and you got mad! I would have got mad too!" she told him, grabbing his shoulder and shaking him lightly.

He shook his head, almost in disbelief.

"I almost killed you and you're making excuses –"

"I'm not making excuses, dammit! If it makes you feel better, I demand a rematch when I'm not hungover! I'm just saying that our tempers got the best of us! It happens!" she huffed, wanting to smack him upside the head.

"They don't think that way."

She sighed, leaning into his shoulder.

"No, but they'll get over it eventually."

She felt his shoulder tremble against her, looking at him in shock as tears ran down his face. She felt a sob rip through her, flinging herself at him and throwing her arms around his neck.

"I'm sorry..." he shuddered, his voice straining with emotion.

They heard Goku come in, glaring at Vegeta.

"I heard something, thought I would make sure you're okay..."

She sniffed, wiping her eyes to look up at him.

"I'm fine, Goku…. "She said, looking back at her father.

His face was turned away, his shoulders ridged.

"Goku… You can go back out… "Willow began, but Goku shook his head, glaring.

"No, I'm not leaving you with him."

Willow gave a growl of frustration, feeling like pulling her hair out.

"What is it with you idiots?" she snapped, making both of them jump.

"He's my dad, Goku! Besides, he's beat the hell out of you on multiple occasions and you still talk to him!" she snapped, making Goku frown. She turned to Vegeta, grabbing his shoulder and jerked him around to face her.

"And you! Get over it! You have a temper! I have a temper! It was bound to happen at some point! I am mad, but you're still my father, dammit! I can still love you, even if I want to kick your ass!" she said, angry tears falling down her face.

Vegeta stared at her, his brows furrowed.

"How can you, though? I lost my control, Okara! We didn't – I attacked you when you were sick and – It's unforgivable!" he said, shaking his head. Willow sighed, rubbing her face in frustration.

"No it's not! It sucks, and you're definitely are an asshole for it, but it's not unforgivable… If it makes you feel any better, I'm going to bring it up every time I want something form you." She smirked, making him roll his eyes.

"I owe you many things… You won't have to use it to get them..." he said softly.

"Well, good. How about giving me and Goku your blessing?" she chirped, holding back a laugh as his eye started twitching.

"You – I don't –"

"Come on, dad! You said anything!" she whined, trying not to smirk.

He stood suddenly, grabbing her hand and pulling her up.

"I can't answer that yet..." he grumbled, eyes glancing Goku's way.

The other Saiyan sighed, nodding somberly.

"But, like I said, I will think on it." he added, watching his daughter glare at him. She huffed, walking over and grabbing Goku's hand.

"Fine. Let's go so that I can at least watch Bulma lay in to you." She said, making Goku snort.

Vegeta sighed, laying a hand on the taller Saiyan's shoulder, a disgruntled look on his face.

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Vegeta stayed in the doghouse for almost a month.

He didn't care for the term, but knew better than to say anything. Bulma had taken to whacking him in the head with a large wooden spoon she had found in the kitchen every time he got angry. She told him that it was part of his anger management training.

He wondered sometimes what made him lose his mind enough to stay here with the blue-haired demon.

Until he would watch her with their children, watch how much love she gave them. She had taken to Okara, making the girl her own. He saw the way she would look at him when she thought he wasn't paying attention, the way those blue eyes would follow his every move, shining with love, but now with hurt as well. She was still angry with him, but he was angry with himself as well. No matter what excuse Okara gave about his actions, he knew he was to blame. The girl…. She loved him.

It had taken the battle with Buu to make him realize that he felt love for his family. Before, he told himself that he merely tolerated them as a means to an end, but after giving his life to protect them…

He could admit it now, to himself and to them. And he did love Okara. He thought he had lost her all those years ago, only to be given a second chance. Well, third, if you counted his recent mistakes.

What bothered him the most was how easily she forgave him….

He worried that her treatment from her former… caretakers… was the reason for her easy attitude. It made his blood boil, thinking of what they must have put her through for her to forgive him like she did.

And Kakarott….

He had decided to give his blessing to them, but not just yet. He wanted more time with his daughter before Kakarott swept her off, taking her only Kami knows where. The man was an idiot after all. But he felt that if anyone could take care of her, it would be him. In all the years that he had known him, Vegeta had never seen the kind of malevolence from the younger Saiyan that he had seen that day that Okara had found him. Kakarott had been angry before, he had been enraged, but Vegeta felt the heat form that glare he had been given.

If it hadn't been for his daughter, Kakarott would have killed him, then and there.

Oh, it hurt his pride to say that. But it was true. And the only thing that made it slightly okay, was the fact that the younger man felt that way because of his Okara. He would protect her, and he would love her, and that was all Vegeta could ask for.

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