Their moment was over; they had caught their breath and were back to normal. Miki still on the floor rolled over to look at Trunks whose eyes were focused on the ceiling. "Are you ok?" She asked sweetly placing a hand on his head stocking his hair, weak smile on her lips. What was going on in his head?

"Yeah…are you? You cried." His voice was distant his mind as well. Turning his head he looked at her, fear in his eyes.

Smiling lightly, "yes I'm 100% fine. I've just never…felt something like that before. Though I think I'll need you to carry me to my room. I think I've lost all ability to walk," laughing slightly.

Trunks looked at her in fear, had he really broken her? "Miki, No!? Really? I'm so so sorry I didn't mean I didn't know…" before he could say anything more Miki kissed him.

"Don't worry about me…it's a compliment by the way. My legs work fine; you didn't hurt me (much)." Blushing with a laugh.

"How is it a compliment? You can't walk!?" Trunk was sitting now, looking her up and down he still didn't understand. Miki burst into laughter.

"Just take me to my room would you. You can fly I can't, and I'm cold." Miki stood up, legs weak and shaking. "See they work just fine, just a bit…weak." With this visual Trunks stood. "Before you take me to my room, maybe you should put on some clothes. I found some old armor over there." Pointing to a mass of black and white. Trunks walked over and glanced at it, slipping it on. Walking back to Miki he picked her up with no effort swooping her to her room. Laying her in her bed he kissed her on the forehead.

"Are you sure you are ok?" He frowned looking at her body.

"Yes I'm great just give me a few to rest. By the way you look really nice in that outfit." She smiled as he turned to see himself in the mirror at that moment he realized, he was in his father's armor.

He turned back to look at the beautiful woman who had just given him the time of his life, "Thank you." He said with pure love.

"Thank you Trunks, I've wanted to…I'm happy you let me in, you let me please you. I can't fight I can't do much but one thing I can always do is show you my love for you. My desire for you." She held out her hand, he took it sitting on the bed beside her. "Trunks I lo…"

Trunks put a finger to her lips shaking his head. "no…" kissing her softly. "I love you. It doesn't come easily to me to show it but I do… and I have. Please don't think I…" He didn't know how to say what he felt. He didn't want her to think he only said that because of what they had done he wished he had said it before.

Smiling so big. "I love you Trunks, and I knew I've always known. You don't have to say it for someone to know it." Trunks nodded kissing her again on the lips a long and sweet kiss. Standing, he left her room in order for her to rest as she requested.

Bulma awoke with the door opening. She had fallen asleep on her desk, again. It had been years since she'd pulled an all nighters. The last time she could recall was before Trunks was born, fixing the gravity machine once again for his arrogant father.

A form began to become visible through the light of the door way. "Vegeta?" she spoke softly in her sleepy state. No it couldn't be Vegeta, he was long dead. They hadn't even left Earth yet. Who was this guy? He was taller than Vegeta and he didn't have that spiky hair, but his build was the same, his gate was the same, and even his smooth walk was the same. "Trunks?" Bulma questioned as she raised her head up.

"Hey mom, I thought I'd find you here. You really shouldn't sleep at your desk it's bad for your back." Trunks said softly knowing his mother was freshly awake. "So what do you think? I found it tucked away in an old box in the basement." As Bulma sat up to get a better look at her son still trying to focus with the light, she saw it. It was Vegeta's original armor, the one he came to earth in.

"How did you find that Trunks?" Bulma asked as she jumped out of her chair. "I thought it all got trashed or destroyed by the Androids." Her hands found their way to the armor, it was a bit small for Trunks, but it did stretch.

"Miki and I were in the basement looking for any old things dad might like when he gets home." He grinned with excitement, not for the trip but for the fact that he'd get to see his father again.

"OH! So Miki and you are talking now, huh? Well that's good, finally!" Bulma scoffed "How'd that happen?" Bulma looked up at her strong son, wanting to know when he grew that pair that got him to talk to Miki.

Trunks proceeded to tell his mother about the groceries and her falling and how her faith in him once again was restored, neglecting the fact that she had left him hanging the night before. Bulma only needed to know so much, and it was a bit of a hard spot to talk about.

"This morning before breakfast I heard Miki rummaging around downstairs, so I went down to see what she was up to." He smiled, finding her in the basement showed that she had cared, really cared. Knowing now that she cared for him and his father, whom she'd never met, just trying to make sure it would be a nice homecoming for him.

"So I take it you two talked about the trip?" Bulma asked knowing the answer; clearly they had to have talked.

"Well, she didn't go into any details just, just we are going to find Namek and wish Dad, Piccolo, and possibly Goku back. Then after a year go back and wish the rest back. She did say you where the leader here and the details would be coming from you." Trunks smiled. Sitting down on the table near his mother who had sat back down in her chair after realizing he was indeed not his father.

"Trunks..." Bulma trailed off. She wasn't sure where to begin or what to say. "You know he's not the same man, right?" It had occurred to her late last night, what would it be like to have them all back? What would it be like with Vegeta back? She looked at her son who had a confused look on his face. "Your father, he's not the same man you met in the past. You must know that. Right?" She looked to the ground hoping her son would agree.

"What do you mean mom? How is he not the same man?" Trunks was lost, he knew Vegeta was his father, there was no mistaking that.

"What I mean Trunks is, is that THAT Vegeta had a far different life than yours. Remember your father died shortly after you were born, they all did. No one had a clue about the Androids. The Vegeta you met, the one you knew, he didn't died at the Androids hands, thanks to you. He knew and knows his son. He knew what it is like to live with a family. Your father… he does not." She was cold and distant sounding. "I just don't want you to get your hopes up. The past 24 or so years he's been dead, his life…who knows if he even had a body up there…" It was the first time Bulma even thought it wasn't a good idea to bring him, or any of them, back for that matter. Was it really wise? They were dead maybe they should stay that way. A year or two dead was one thing, but nearly 25 years that might be far too much time passed. Plus they'd be young and youthful again; she the only remaining had grown old and no long carried that youthful life she once had. Her thoughts trailed off, what would Vegeta think of her, did he even miss her? Could he even recall her name? Her eyes began to water with the thought of him not loving her.

"Mom?!" Trunks questioned, hating to see his mother cry."Mom, I know what you mean now. He's not the same man, but remember he IS the same man. Anything my past father was capable of my real father is capable of!" He demanded. It was true if Vegeta in the past could learn to love then dead Vegeta could too.

Bulma smiled. "You are right Trunks. Just don't get your hopes up; it must have taken him a long time to let them in, so you have to give him that you'll have to be patient with him. He doesn't know you, and he's not very good at loving. And I have no idea what the past years in the world of death have done to him. Just know…he's hard to get through to, he's got a hard shell." Bulma's head hung down, she still feared his return, not a fear of her own death or being hurt, the fear of him not loving her anymore. The fear she'd lost him for good, at least with him dead she always 'had' him.

"Don't worry. It will be ok." Trunks nodded. "Dad is out there, wanting to come home, to his family. I just know it." He hugged his mother, holding her tight. Still he reminded her of Vegeta in so many ways; it made her happy to see him in their son, Trunks showed her all the good parts of Vegeta.

"Ok OK…" No more fussing over me! Now go get Miki we have some planning to do!' Bulma smiled pushing her son out the door. "OH and Trunks! Wait!" Bulma called after him, Trunks turning around. "Leave that armor with me." Bulma demanded with a wicked look in her eye. Trunks nodded as he slipped the old armor off his broad chest, nodding and dashing back to the main house.