Disclaimer; The beginning of this chapter refers to scenes from Dragonball Z, Episode 129: Upgrade to a Super Saiyan.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Vegeta could feel the energy pulsating within his body, before it came bursting out in a blinding yellow light. He gave a cry of triumph. Finally, he, the Prince of all Saiyans, had achieved the transformation of a Super Saiyan. His hair had turned golden, his eyes teal, the markers of such a feat. It had taken him months, first to clear his mind of all troubles, and then to really get down into his training.

It had been the meteor shower that had triggered the transformation, unexpected and yet the perfect training scheme. It had turned into a battle, not only for the protection of his ship and the only way for him to return to the earth, but for his own life as well. Then the mother of all meteors appeared before him, ready to destroy both him and the ship. Vegeta had tried to blast the huge rock but failed, his training had affected him too much that even using all his strength was not enough.

At that point, Vegeta gave up. He just simply did not care anymore, it was too much for him to bear. He didn't care about surpassing Kakarott, he didn't care if he ascended into a Super Saiyan, he didn't care if he lived. That was when the Super Saiyan emerged in an explosion of golden light, the meteors around him disintegrating from the intense energy that beamed out of his body.

That had been many hours ago, and Vegeta had simply stood in the same place, over time controlling his transformation to the best of his abilities. It still took him a while to fully power up, but he was certain that once he returned to Earth, he would be able to keep it under control better. Vegeta powered down, his eyes and hair returning to their natural dark colour, and his eyes turned to his ship, which had miraculously survived the entire ordeal, save for a few minor scratches.

Once inside, Vegeta sealed up the door and began to initiate take-off, sitting down in one of the seats, closing his eyes. He had known that returning was inevitable, and yet he was unsure of how to face...her. The woman whose blindingly bright blue eyes and smooth aqua hair had haunted him in his dreams, when he could not control his thoughts or his emotions. He wanted to see her, to breathe in her scent and see that familiar glint in her eyes when she yelled at him. But he had fought hard to keep such thoughts within himself, buried away, and was not about to let them hinder him.

Without realising it, Vegeta fell asleep rather quickly as the ship zoomed through the vastness of space, heading towards a small blue and green planet. The numerous transformations had exhausted him, to the point where he had effortlessly fallen into a deep slumber, unaware of what was happening around him. His dreams made him restless though, of what was awaiting him back on Earth. The woman would have most certainly given birth to his child by now, his heir.

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"We will be arriving on Earth in one minute."

Vegeta jolted awake at the sound of a voice, sounding suspiciously like the female's. However, he realised with a wave of relief that it had only been the ship's computer, alerting him to the fact that he was now entering the Earth's atmosphere. He looked out the windows, surprised to see that the sky remained dark, the stars illuminated brightly.

He braced himself for impact, hoping with his entire being that the landing would not be noticed, that the inhabitants of the compound would not be woken up. He could see the large yellow building rapidly approaching, and grit his teeth together as it became larger and larger in the window.

BOOM!

The ship stopped shaking, and Vegeta opened his eyes, looking around. He had landed on the lawn and thankfully, it didn't look like anyone had been alerted to his arrival. He pushed the button that opened the door, and stepped out carefully, adjusting the the Earth's gravity. He took in a deep breath of the cool night air, it was much pleasant than that on the planet he had been training on for months.

The first thing he attended to was to figure out who was in the building, and where by sensing their ki. The doctor and his wife were in their bedroom, still asleep. Vegeta grunted as he sensed another familiar energy – the weakling was here. Had he made his move on the woman in Vegeta's absence? No, not likely, the female was far away from him, her ki making Vegeta's skin tingle. And then there was one last ki, smaller than the others, and yet still very powerful – his child.

Vegeta made his way into the building quietly, remembering the passwords from all those months ago. What foolish people, they hadn't even considered to change their security since he had left. He walked up the dark hallway, prepared for anything. He made his way up to the second level, subconsciously heading to a door on the right, where he knew the woman was sound asleep beyond it. His hand hovered above the doorknob, as he fought a battle with his feelings. No, the female could wait. He had other matters to attend to.

Vegeta came across another door, this one slightly ajar. His curiosity peaked as he turned towards it, seeing the light blue that was splashed across the walls. His eyes gazed onto the door, where the word 'Trunks' was spelled across it in a rainbow of colours, accompanied by pictures of animals and toys. Vegeta scrunched up his nose. Surely this was not a name? But he had to discover what the room contained, and he pushed the door open further, his heart pounding as he saw the outline of a child's crib in the middle of the room.

He walked quietly up to it, trying to maintain control over his emotions as he looked down at the crib, to see a baby sleeping soundly within it. Was this his child? His eyes were pulled to a small tuft of lavender that sat upon the child's head. He frowned. Surely his child would have raven hair, like his own. He had never heard nor seen of a Saiyan child with such brightly covered hair.

The baby stirred, opening his eyes slowly to reveal his blue eyes to the dark stranger that watched over him. Vegeta gasped. The child had her eyes, the same blue orbs that haunted his thoughts. The baby thankfully did not stay awake too long, merely turning his head to the side and settling back into sleep. Vegeta was speechless. This child had to be his, his eyes were just like the female's, his mother's. A lavender haired son, Vegeta guessed from the blue walls.

"V-Vegeta?"

Vegeta froze, the voice sending shrills down his spine. He refused to turn around, unsure of what his reaction would be if he were to see that perfect face again. "I was merely inspecting the child." he answered her unspoken question coolly, crossing his arms, his eyes never leaving the form of his son. The woman was smart, she did not approach him, and Vegeta assumed that she was standing in the doorway, as he could sense her hesitation.

"'The child' is your son." she replied, and he could hear the sternness in her voice. "I gathered that, since he has been unfortunate enough to receive your infernal eyes and such a horrible shade of hair." Vegeta commentated, looking over his son. There was something missing, but he couldn't put his finger on it. "Well he certainly inherited your stubbornness and while his eyes may be my colour, they are all you." the female explained, and he could sense her taking a step towards him.

"I certainly hope that the name plastered across the door is not his." Vegeta stated, trying his hardest to stay calm, and not turn around to crush his body against hers. It had been much too long since he had been with the woman, and as much as he wished to never see her again, his entire body called out for her. "Trunks is perfectly fine, it's a family name. I would have asked you for your thoughts on the subject, but you were in space." The venom in her voice hit Vegeta, but before he could retaliate, he realised what was wrong with the child.

"Where is his tail?" he hissed, fury boiling under skin. One was not a true Saiyan without it, and it hinted that something was certainly amiss with the sleeping baby. "Have you lied to me? Is this brat not my son?" Before he could stop himself, Vegeta turned around, instantly wishing he hadn't as his eyes fell on her. All the rage within his body instantly vanished as her blue eyes looked into his own, the sadness contained within them startling him. "How could you say such a thing?" she asked him softly. "He had the tail when he was born, it almost managed to kill me when I was in labour. I had it removed."

Vegeta scoffed. "Why is the weakling here?" he asked, his face turning into a scowl as he changed the subject. "Has he managed to win you over? I didn't believe you could be so weak." His arms crushed against his chest as he tried to control the anger that came bubbling to the surface. How dare that pitiful human try to take Vegeta's woman away from him?

He froze. No, she was not his woman, he didn't want her. And yet, he did want her, badly and urgently, to the degree that if they had not standing in their son's room, he would have taken her right there and then. But that was the way a man felt about his mate, his life partner, not some vulgar and uncouth woman who he had simply had sex with a few times. It wouldn't happen again, he would make sure of that.

He had almost forgotten that she was standing before him, so lost in his own thoughts before she spoke. "How could you think such a thing! Especially when I..." she trailed off, turning to face to look away from Vegeta. "Yamcha is just staying here temporarily, to help me out with Trunks. Since his father has been gone for so long, to Kami knows where."

Vegeta's eyes flashed darkly. "Well now I have returned, and I want that pathetic excuse for a man out of here by the morning." he demanded, but the woman simply glared back at him, and he could see her anger rising. He had missed this, he realised, before squashing the feeling. "Excuse me? This is my house, and you can't just waltz back in here and order me to throw out a welcomed guest."

His eyes narrowed. Things were not going his way, and he disliked that to a great degree. "Well then both he and you had better stay out of my way. I only have precious few months left to continue my training until the androids appear, and I did not return to be continually pestered." Bulma took in a deep breath before speaking, her voice soft and wavering slightly. "Why did you come back Vegeta? Was it for me and Trunks? Please, I need to know."

Vegeta narrowed his eyes. "Woman, you shouldn't hope for such things." he answered sharply, before he headed out of the room.

The female grabbed his arm, a foolish move in his mind. Vegeta fought the urge to retaliate with his other arm, but something stopped him from doing anything. "I'm the mother of your child, and yet you don't even remember my name." she whispered, and he was surprised to see tears that began to flow down her cheeks, and his self-control disappeared.

Vegeta turned to her, taking the hand that gripped his arm and pushing it away. "Bulma." he spoke her name, and the result was instantaneous, her eyes widened and her heart began to beat. He could feel her breath on his neck, realising just how close they were standing, he ignored the tightening in his groin. "I am only going to say this once, so I suggest you listen carefully." His dark eyes met with hers.

"I did not return for you, nor the child. I came back to fight the androids, defeat Kakarott, and then destroy this mudball you call a planet." He closed his eyes, not wanting to see her face before he turned back to the door. "I will stay here, however, until that time comes." And with that he left her in the room, feeling the rapid change in her ki as he strode towards the room that was once his, and would be again.

But even as he closed the door behind him, he could still her crying his name.