A Chance of a Lifetime – Chapter 30
Trunks hesitated before opening the door. He glanced in. Vegeta was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, watching Trista hold their infant. Goku was sitting beside Bulma's bed, doing the same. The young man sighed with relief, stepping in. He watched his mom raise her head, her tired face lighting up when she saw him. A smile spread on her face. Trunks smiled back, his gaze going to the little baby in her arms. He walked over to the chair beside her bed, and sat down. She quirked a brow at him, smirking slightly.
"Hey Trunks," she said softly, amusement appearing on her face as she continued. "You want to hold Trunks?"
Everyone chuckled softly, watching as he accepted the baby from his mother, looking down at his newborn self. He slowly smiled, glancing back up. His parents were watching him. He looked from one to the other, a teasing light appearing in his eyes.
"I knew you two would do it!" he stated, chuckling as a flush appeared on Vegeta's face, his eyes narrowing.
"Shut up boy!"
Trista swatted him, shooting him a look before laying back on the bed with a sigh. She glanced over at the woman next to her. She smiled, watching Goku hold his newborn, a look of awe on his face.
Trista felt a snicker emerge.
"What?" Vegeta asked softly. She pointed.
The prince snickered himself, watching the saiyan on the other side of the room, before turning and looking at both of his sons. His gaze went to the baby, watching it flail its arms, before looking at the woman on the bed. He had an...indescribable feeling going through him. There were a dozen emotions coursing through him, and he remained quiet, not knowing how to voice them. There was pride, that he now had a strong son. There was gladness, that the saiyan line is going to continue. There was a little terror, because he didn't know anything about handling children, especially half-saiyan children. And then there was something else, something warm and good flowing through him, and it terrified him. He tried to ignore it, because he didn't know what it was! He looked away from the woman, the feeling starting when his gaze landed on her. He watched Trunks stand slowly, handing Trista back the baby. After stating he was going back to CC, and telling everyone goodbye, he left, the door softly closing behind him. Vegeta stared at the door, not really feeling like he was there, a sort of out of body experience coming over him, like he was there, but not.
"Vegeta?" he heard Trista whisper.
He didn't look over for a moment, studying the door a little longer before turning his head. The woman had a worried look in her eyes, studying him.
"Are you okay?"
Vegeta didn't say anything, just reached over and took the baby from her arms. She watched him, still a little worried. He moved on the bed, hiking a leg up and settling more firmly on the mattress, staring down at their son. Trista watched him. She could see the emotions passing over his features, and didn't say anything. She glanced over as she heard Goku sigh. He laied the baby in the plastic bassinet, looking over at them before glancing at Bulma. She was asleep, curled up on her side. Trista smiled a little, her gaze going back to Goku.
"Hey Goku," she said softly, waiting for him to turn before speaking again. He walked a little towards their bed. "What did you name your son?" Trista asked, smiling.
A grin broke out on the saiyans' face. "Goten," he said simply, leaning over and giving her a little hug. He kissed her forehead, laying a hand on the silent prince's shoulder, before walking quietly out the room. Trista looked at Vegeta. Goku had turned Bulma's light off, so there was only a soft glow coming from the bathroom, lighting Vegeta's profile. She watched him look up at her. She sent him a small smile, watching him look back down. He didn't say anything, just got up and laied the baby gently in his own bassinet, before turning and walking to the side of her bed.
Trista studied him before speaking. "What's wrong Vegeta?" she whispered, her brows furrowing as he continued to look down at her.
He suddenly swooped down and captured her lips, his hands resting on either side of her face. It was over before she could whimper, the man pulling back and studying her features. She watched his eyes roam over her, before kissing her again. Trista put her arms around him, a moan escaping as he moved his head, burying his face in her neck. She felt him prop himself up with one hand, the other resting on her hip. They stayed like that for a while, neither saying anything. The prince finally lifted his head, cupping her neck as he studied her again, before straightening, and without a word, left, closing the door softly behind him.
Trista studied the door, a little confused. She looked at the baby next to her, then back at the door. She jumped a little when it opened. Vegeta stepped back in, holding a pillow and blanket. Her eyes widened a little. She glanced around.
"Uh...Vegeta," she whispered, "Where exactly are you planning to sleep?"
He didn't say anything, just maneuvered the chair next to the bed, sitting and putting the pillow behind him. He propped his feet on the mattress, sinking down a little as he laid the blanket in his lap, not unfolding it. He glanced at her, lifting a brow. She stared wide eyed at him.
"That can't be comfortable," she stated, blinking at him.
All he did is grunt, closing his eyes. Trista studied him for another moment before slowly smiling.
I'm glad he stayed!
It was chaos at the compound, with two new arrivals along with Bulma's parents coming back, Gohan finishing high school, and everyone trying to settle in. Trista looked over at Vegeta, holding their now six month old son, smiling as he put the baby in his crib, closing the connecting door between their rooms after the baby went to sleep. She chuckled as he sighed, his gaze on the floor.
"What's wrong daddy?"
Vegeta sent her a look, narrowing his eyes at her as he slowly crossed the room. She laid her book down on her stomach, pushing herself up on her elbows as she watched him with amusement. Vegeta stopped at the side of the bed, his eyes on her. Trista pursed her lips, trying to keep the laugh from escaping. His gaze roamed over her for a moment before settling on the necklace around her neck. He bent down slightly and picked it up. She watched him, raising a brow. Vegeta fingered the rings, slowly raising his eyes and looking at her. She let him study her, before putting her book on the nightstand and sitting up. He let his hand fall away, straightening.
"What's the matter, Vegeta?" Trista asked, tilting her head a little at his actions.
She watched him as he knelt down, resting his arms on either side of her, his face inches from her own. She felt his breath on her lips as he spoke.
"Are you wanting to get married?" he whispered, his eyes roaming her face. He watched her study him, her brows slightly furrowed. After a moment, her voice cut through the silence.
"Are you?" she whispered, absently raising her hand to fiddle with the necklace. She watched Vegeta look down at it, then back up at her, his eyes narrowing.
"You never gave me an answer," he stated, looking back down at the ring. She looked down at it as well, then back up at him.
"Vegeta," she paused, sighing. "You never exactly told me why you gave me this ring!"
"I thought it was obvious," the prince said softly.
Trista frowned. "I know how you are Vegeta. I wasn't just gonna come out and say it, not knowing if this ring," she held up the diamond, "really meant you wanted to be engaged or not!"
She took a breath, crossing her arms. "You never said anything about it, so I left it alone," she murmured, watching him look away, studying the wall. After a few minutes he looked back, heaving a sigh.
"Well?"
"What Vegeta? I'm not a mind reader!"
Trista watched him narrow his eyes, gently shoving her legs aside and sitting down. He turned towards her, leaning across her, an arm over her hips. "Do you want to get married woman?" he asked softly, watching her face.
She snickered slightly. "Was that a proposal?"
"The closest one your gonna get brat!" he stated, sliding closer to her. Trista eyed him in amusement. She watched his jaw clench as she stayed silent. He scowled, sliding his gaze over her. Her eyes met his heated ones, feeling her own body respond. She cleared her throat, feeling a flush appear on her face. Vegeta smirked.
Trista suddenly leaned forward and grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer. She kissed him, feeling his hand settle on her waist. After a moment, Vegeta took control, sliding a hand in her hair and pulling, arching her neck. She reached over and turned the light off, covering the room in darkness. She watched him pull back, tugging his shirt off. She slid her hand down his chest, feeling his muscles jump in his stomach. He grabbed her and yanked her down onto the bed. He leaned down and kissed her neck, raising his head after a moment and studying her.
"Are you okay now?" Vegeta whispered, running his hand down her body.
She moaned, gasping a "yes" as he lifted her nightgown over her head.
Trista never gave the prince an answer about the proposal, feeling her body did enough for the both of them.
Bulma and Trista watched, smiling, as their boys, now almost two years old, tumbled over each other on the living room floor. They sighed and sat back on the couch, sitting in silence except for the two boys rough housing. Trista laughed as baby Trunks growled, jumping on Gotens' back and tackling him to the ground.
They both looked up as Goku walked in, smiling when Goten shot up and launched himself at his father. The women got up, Trista grabbing Trunks and holding him under her arm like a football. The boy thought it was hilarious. He flailed his arms, kicking his legs about, acting like he was gonna fall, yelling.
"Help! Help! A strange being from another planet has me!"
The adults snorted with laughter. Trista looked down at her son.
"You are seriously disturbed boy! What has your father been saying to you!?"
"Who's son are you calling disturbed woman?" Vegeta asked, walking in from the kitchen. He crossed his arms, glaring at her.
Trista snorted, not the least bit fazed. She pointed to the mini Vegeta, raising a brow.
"What have you been telling him?"
"That's none of your business," Vegeta stated, starting towards them.
Bulma and Goku watched in amusement, looking from the prince to his wife. Trista put a hand on her hip, still holding Trunks with the other.
"It is so my business, big boy! This is my son-"
"Our son," Vegeta automatically said, cutting her off.
"FYI, I'm the one that popped him out-"
"Eeewww! Mom! That's gross!" Little Trunks said, covering his ears.
Trista snickered, listening to her friends chuckle. She patted his head.
"You'll learn soon enough, Trunks," she stated, looking at him in amusement.
"Learn what soon enough?" The older Trunks walked in, looking at his mother. As soon as baby Trunks was born, everyone had nicknamed him Milae, meaning future. He walked up to the smaller version of himself, ruffling his hair, chuckling when the boy pouted.
"Grown up stuff, Milae," Trista stated, gesturing with her eyes to her younger son. He laughed, shaking his head. The young man went out the door, stating he was gonna find Gohan and spar.
Vegeta walked up and snatched the boy from his mother. "Time to start training boy," the prince stated, not looking at anyone.
He put the boy on his shoulders, starting for the door. He stopped, narrowing his eyes at Trista, standing with her arms crossed in front of the door.
"Why are you in the way, woman?"
"Don't I get a say so in my son's training?" she asked, seeming to glare at Vegeta harder when he smirked.
"No."
She huffed, striding up to him. The others watched, silently laughing. Goten started complaining he was bored, so his parents took him out the back door, away from the scene in the living room.
Trista put her hands on her hips, narrowing her eyes. "Yes I do!" she stated, poking him in the chest.
"What could you possibly teach him brat!?" Vegeta asked, laughter in his eyes.
"Plenty ass wipe!"
"Hey! Language," the prince stated, glancing at their son.
"Yeah," Trunks said. "Language ass wipe!"
"See what you're teaching him brat!" Vegeta said, snickering as she sputtered. He went around her, leaning down to go through the kitchen door. She followed, grabbing him by the back of his shirt. Vegeta stopped, looking back and raising an eyebrow. He watched, a small smile on his face, as Trista pursed her lips, planting her hands on her hips again.
"Did you forget?"
Vegeta studied her for a moment, before sighing. He walked back up to her, bending down.
She swatted him. "No! Not that!" Trista stated, letting out a breath of frustration.
Vegeta straightened back up, listening to his boy giggle above him. He looked up, smirking before returning his gaze to the woman.
"What brat!?"
"Your promise," she said slowly. Vegeta sighed again, crossing his arms. He grunted when Trunks grabbed a hold of his hair. "Watch it boy," he said softly, not really paying attention.
"Fine," he said after a moment, "I won't give him a hard time if he doesn't get it right away."
"Thank you," Trista said softly, watching her son with a smile before looking at his daddy. She raised a brow as he stood there.
"You can kiss me now," she stated, smirking as he eyed her. He swooped down and captured her lips, listening to the "eeewwws" coming from his son, straightening and strolling out, Trunks hands firmly clenched in his hair. He sighed. What I do for that woman!
Everyone settled in comfortably, the months passing and becoming years, time seeming to roll away as the household and their friends lived their lives. Gohan graduated from high school. Trista and Vegeta had another baby, a boy named Reyes. Bulma and Goku had another child as well, a little girl named Bulla a.k.a Bra, and Milae, formerly known as Future Trunks, moved out of the compound and married a girl named Damika. They had a little girl named Gena, who looked just like her grandmother, Trista. Krillin married 18, and had a daughter named Marron. They all met up at their traditional barbecues, started a few years back as a way of keeping in touch with each other. The noise of all the people gathered in her home made Bulma smile, watching her kids running around the yard, Trista holding a pile of hot dogs above her head as they flew passed. She started walking again, her gaze focused on the ground so she didn't stumble over nothing. She finally made it to the long table, putting the food down with a sigh. Bulma watched in amusement as she rubbed her slightly swollen belly. Trista was pregnant again, barely showing as she stretched the shirt out, frowning. She looked up at Bulma.
"Do you think this shirt makes my stomach look bigger than it is, Blue?"
The blue haired scientist rolled her eyes, smirking a little at Trista's vanity.
"What!" the woman whined, pouting a little. "If I get as big as a house, Vegeta won't want me no more!"
Bulma laughed, pointing to her stomach. "I don't see that happening," she stated, watching her best friend poke her lip out.
Trista's pout became a grin, a twinkle appearing in her eye. "You're right," she said sighing. "I'm irresistible," she stated, snatching a piece of cake before Bulma could stop her.
"Hey! You're supposed to wait! We haven't sung happy birthday yet!"
"So," Trista stated, taking a bite. She smiled, showing blue teeth. Bulma burst out laughing, which was the woman's intent.
"Won't Trunks be devastated!" Bulma asked, her hand coming up to dispel a chuckle as a piece of blue icing landed on Trista's chest.
"Shit!"
"Language," Vegeta said, walking by. He stopped, grabbing the cake out of Trista's hands and walking off, forking it into his mouth.
"Hey that was mine! Give it back Vegeta!"
"It's mine now," he stated, smirking at her. "And you're making a mess anyways. How did you get so messy!?"
A small smile appeared as he watched her pout, her lower blue lip sticking out. He leaned over and kissed her, slapping her rump.
"God! You two! Get a room!" Bulma said loudly, shaking her head.
Vegeta blinked over at her, before setting the small plate down.
"Good idea," he stated, before grabbing his wife and disappearing.
Bulma burst out laughing, shaking her head when her daughter asked what was wrong. She folded her arms, watching her friends interact with each other, the kids playing around the yard. She spotted Milae come in with his wife and daughter, sighing as the memory of first meeting him floated through her mind. She looked around again, suddenly nostalgic. Where had the time gone!? All the kids are growing up, having kids of their own, getting married, or dating. She looked over at Gohan, the girl he invited walking beside him as he strolled up to her. She smiled. Even though he had been Chi-Chi's, she still loved him like one of her own. Considered him hers after all these years being married to his father. Bulma straightened as they stopped in front of her. She smiled again, hugging her son before resting her gaze on the slender woman beside him.
"Mom, this is Videl," Gohan said softly, a little grin appearing as Videl seemed to hold her hand out shyly.
"Nice to meet you ma'am," the girl said, meeting the older woman's eyes.
"You too," Bulma said, smiling at the girl using such good manners. She wasn't as strict about it as her late friend had been, but it was still nice to see it being taught.
"So," she said, looking the girl over. "Did you go to school with Gohan?"
She watched the girl nod, studying her for a moment before turning.
"What would you like to drink, Videl?" she asked, looking at the girl over her shoulder.
"A soda is fine," the girl said softly, watching the kids run around.
"It's my nephews birthday," Bulma explained, handing the girl her drink.
"If you want to give her a tour of the compound, you can son," Bulma stated softly, watching the boy smile at her before turning the girl and walking off.
Her eyes lit up moments later as her husband came out, striding towards her. She wrapped her arms around him, ignoring the snickers coming from the kids as she kissed him. Goku kissed her back, but quickly moved away. Bulma raised a brow.
"I've got some exciting news!" he said, all smiles.
"What?" the blue haired scientist asked, curiosity running through her.
"The tournaments' starting in a few weeks!" Goku said happily, grinning as she rolled her eyes.
"And I suppose your going?" she asked, watching him nod his head.
"And Gohan?"
The man nodded harder.
"And the rest of the kids?"
Goku beamed, grabbing his seven year old son and placing him on his hip before looking back at her.
"Yep!"
"Aw, C'mon!" the man stated, watching his wife sigh. "We'll have a great time!"
Bulma slowly smiled at him, not being able to stay aggravated at this man.
They all gathered around the half eaten cake a few hours later, happily wishing Trunks a happy birthday, the adults noticing his parents didn't come down from their room for hours, not emerging until it was almost time to leave. Bulma smirked at her disheveled friend, Goku doing the same at Vegeta's flushed face. They all poked fun at the prince and his pregnant wife, before everyone slowly started trickling out, leaving the occupants of the compound sitting in the living room. The kids had been put to bed earlier, having a little slumber party with all the children crammed into the media room upstairs, knocked out in sleeping bags and on couches, full of cake and ice cream. The adults all heaved a sigh, looking at the mess. They weren't cleaning it up tonight!
"I'll call a cleaning crew out tomorrow morning," Bulma groaned, leaning her head on Goku's shoulder.
"Why?" Trista asked, her eyes closed. She opened them, smirking. "You getting old, Blue!?"
The men snickered as Bulma jumped up, putting her hands on her hips.
"I am not old!" she stated loudly, starting to pick up the wrapping paper off the floor, sending little glares at Trista.
The woman smirked, lifting her feet out of the way when the blue haired woman came around the table. Bulma suddenly stopped, looking down at Trista holding a hand to her mouth. She was laughing.
"Why you-"
Trista snickered at the look on her best friends face, putting her hands over her head as Bulma suddenly threw the paper at her.
She let out another laugh as Bulma stalked away from her, muttering.
"I am not old!" the woman yelled, crossing her arms.
"Admit it Blue! You just can't pick up wrapping paper like you used to!" Trista shouted, chuckling with the men as Bulma glared at her.
"I'd like to see you clean this mess!" she snapped, narrowing her eyes.
Trista smirked, before sending her an innocent look. "I can't. I'm pregnant!"
"Don't use that excuse!" Bulma yelled, putting her hands on her hips. The men looked from one to the other in amusement, Vegeta setting a beer between his legs and Goku cradling a soda on his knee. They looked at each other, before turning back to the woman. Them two arguing was total entertainment!
"I can and I will!" Trista said loudly, grinning. "I'm not picking a damn thing up! I'll call for the service in the morning," she stated, watching her friend sigh.
"Fine," Bulma said, sitting on the couch.
They watched Trista smirk. "Unless you want to do it, old woman."
"That's it!" Bulma shouted, grabbing a piece of cake off the coffee table and smacking Trista in the face with it.
The men barked with laughter, watching a chunk of blue icing fall off her cheek. They could tell she was narrowing her eyes at the blue haired woman, swiping a piece off her face and popping it into her mouth. She snatched one off the table and splattered her friend, grunting in satisfaction as Bulma screeched.
"You're wasting good cake!" Goku said, slightly pouting.
The two women paused in slathering each other with blue icing, looking over at the men before smiling at each other. Vegeta jumped up.
"Hell no!" he said loudly, quickly moving away from the taller saiyan on the couch.
Goku looked at him in confusion for a moment before his face cleared. He was too late. A large piece covered his face, the surprised man sitting there for a moment before slowly reaching up and taking the plate away. His eyes were narrowed.
"Which one of you did that?" Goku asked quietly.
The two women pointed at each other, moving back as Goku stood up. With a squeal, they ran, Goku going after his wife. He picked her up, capturing her lips. He quickly walked from the room, stating they needed to take a 'shower'.
Trista and Vegeta snickered, the prince sighing before looking over. A piece of cake smacked his face. He growled, swiping his hand down his face, listening to the cake splat on the carpet as he glared at his wife. A hand came up to stop her laugh.
"Icing looks good on you Vegeta," Trista stated loudly, smiling softly as she remembered saying those words to him on her 20th birthday.
"What is it?" Vegeta asked, narrowing his eyes as he slowly walked forward. He watched her back away, eying him.
"Nothing," Trista stated, feeling her knees hit the coffee table, going around it as she spoke again, her eyes on her husband. "Just remembering when I said that last time."
"When?"
"The day you gave me this," she said, reaching down and grabbing the rings around her neck.
He took advantage of her distraction, grabbing her and hauling her to their room.
"We need a bath," he whispered in her ear, feeling her shudder.
"Yeah, you look like a blue troll doll," she chuckled, feeling his lips on her neck as they started the shower.
She listened to the prince grunt, yanking her shirt off and swooping down to capture her lips. Trista wrapped her arms around his neck, quickly taking off her clothes, watching Vegeta do the same with a smile.
He smirked.
"What?"
The prince studied her for a moment, amusement appearing in his eyes.
"You have blue teeth," he stated, chuckling.
It was Trista's turn to smirk.
"So do you," she said, a thrill going through her as he growled.
She smiled as he kissed her again, feeling him gently pull her to him, picking her up and stepping into the shower. She barely noticed when the water hit her, soaking her hair within minutes. Trista moaned as her husband made love to her mouth, feeling the tiles against her back as he pressed her against them. Vegeta laid a hand against the wall, beside her head. He changed the angle of the kiss, rubbing a hand over her stomach before lifting her leg up. He kept their lips sealed together as he entered her. Trista moaned in his mouth, clutching his shoulders. The water soaked them both, washing the icing and cake off as they made love to each other. Trista's moans and cries echoed in the bathroom, both finally moving to the bed, going slow this time, holding one another.
Vegeta looked down at the woman lying next to him, studying her in the darkened room hours later. He splayed a hand on her stomach, feeling the soft yet taunt skin beneath his fingers. The prince lifted his gaze, his eyes roaming his wife's features. This is my life. This is the woman I've settled down with, the one I chose to have my children. He lifted his head, his gaze going around the room. His eyes landed on the closet across the room. What happened to the warrior I used to be!? The saiyan elite who everybody feared! That no one dared mess with! Is this what I've let myself become! He narrowed his eyes, unconsciously clenching his hands into fists. Domesticated!? He could practically feel the bitter taste in his mouth at that word. Vegeta looked back down at his wife, watching her roll onto her back, the necklace he gave her years ago settling in the hollow of her throat. He reached forward and gently picked it up, careful not to wake the woman. He studied it, before laying it back down, his gaze going to her face again.
What have I let you turn me into!?
A/N: Uh Oh! What is Vegeta thinking!? Is he doubting his life, or is he just pondering what could have been!? Find out, the next chapter!
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