Final chapter! It's been awesome writing this story, I can't say that enough. I'm personally really proud of this, and I hope you enjoy it. I have a surprise, but I'll tell you that after the chapter. Hint: It's completely original, I don't think that anyone has ever done this before. But first, the chapter!

Chapter Five

Bulma burst through the doors of her mother's private garden. She was there, just as Bulma knew she would be, watering some sort of potted plant.

"Motherrrr," Bulma cried, flying to her and throwing her arms around her neck.

"What is it, darling?" Bulma's mom, though startled, was concerned about her daughter. Just this small gesture of kindness brought tears to Bulma's eyes.

"I'm in trouble," she said. She paused for a long time, trying to work up the courage to say it. "... I think that I'm pregnant." her mother gasped.

"Oh dear! That is bad news. Well, I suppose it all depends on how you look at it," Bulma sighed in relief. Her mother had already helped her. Yes, if she changed her perspective a little bit, things already seemed more manageable. She had always planned on having children, why not now? "Speaking of which, do I look like a grandmother to you?" Bulma rolled her eyes.

"I think that's beside the point, mom," she said. "Should I keep it? The baby, I mean," her mother shrugged.

"It's really up to you. I would love to have a grandkid. Who's the father? Do you know?" Bulma put her hands on her hips.

"What's that supposed to mean?! I haven't been sleeping around, you know!" she cleared her throat. "Um, the father. Right... it's Vegeta," her mother's eyes lit up.

"Oh! The one who got your father to build that heavy gravity room. Bit short for you, isn't he?" Bulma blushed.

"Mom! He got taller. Please, can we talk about something else?" her mother raised her hands in defence.

"I was only mentioning, sweetheart. Does he know?" Bulma shook her head. "There's really nothing I can help you with, dear. You're an adult, you can make your own choices. But if you ever need me to babysit, I'm available," she patted her daughter on the arm. "Don't worry, I know that your decision will be the best one for you," Bulma nodded.

"Okay. Thanks, mom," she stood up and walked off, lost in thought.

After strolling through the halls of her house, Bulma decided what to do about this whole baby situation.

Firstly, she would not get an abortion. She didn't really like the idea of killing an innocent fetus, plus this was an opportunity to become a mother, so why not take it? Secondly, she would not tell Vegeta, but if he brought it up, she wouldn't deny it. Once the baby was born, she would show it to him. And thirdly, she would not harbour any lasting feelings of resentment towards the Saiyan. Bulma didn't know why this was, but she had a strange feeling that she hadn't seen all of his sides. Sometimes, Bulma would run into Vegeta when he was on one of his infrequent trips out of the room to stock up on food. They might say hello, or just walk past each other without making eye-contact. The crazy thing was, they had more of a relationship than they did pre-sex. Though Bulma supposed that was because it would be tough for things to get worse than they were before.

Even after all that had happened, at the end of the day, Bulma loved Vegeta.

Eight months later

Bulma lay back in the hospital bed, completely drained.

She had just finished an incredibly intense nine hour labour and the doctor was measuring and weighing her baby. She had only gotten a brief glimpse -enough to know that it was a boy and had blond hair- before he was whisked away from her. Bulma didn't really like that, but she was willing to let them do their stuff. She knew that it was important to make sure that the baby was healthy. But still, after carrying him inside her body for nine months, Bulma wanted to get to know him.

The door to her room opened and a nurse stepped in, holding a bundle of blankets with a head on top.

"Here he is," she said softly, handing the baby to Bulma's outstretched hands. She cradled the small infant, taking in its looks. "He's six pounds," the nurse continued, "Forty five centimetres long. I'll leave you two alone," she left, closing the door gently behind her. Bulma had barely paid attention to what the nurse was saying, she was too transfixed by the being in her arms.

His feathery hair was so light that at first glance it didn't look like he had any. His expression almost seemed to be a miniature version of his father's scowl, but less harsh. Bulma could tell that her baby's face just went that way. Idly, Bulma wondered what Vegeta had looked like at this age. He wouldn't have been blond, she was pretty sure.

Her son's green eyes were wide open as he gazed back at her, completely silent. It was actually creeping Bulma out a bit. She thought that babies were supposed to cry when they were born. He did look kind of frightened, but other than that he seemed fine.

"It's okay," Bulma soothed, stroking the soft down on his head, "You're safe with me. My name's Bulma. I'm your mom," she didn't know why she was explaining things to him. Bulma had always thought it silly and demeaning to talk to babies, but there was a certain gleam in her son's eyes, something that suggested he was more aware of what was going on around him than other babies. Bulma didn't think he understood any of it, but he was aware. Not surprising, considering Bulma's own I.Q. level. And Vegeta- she didn't know what kind of intelligence he had, but he definitely had something. Something cold, perceptive, cunning. Like a fox or a snake.

"Don't worry," she told her baby, "I'll help you figure out the world," he stared up at her, his mouth forming a little "o". He was hanging on her every word. "You need a name, don't you? Hmm..." she got distracted when he started making slurping sounds. He frowned.

"Oh geez!" Bulma exclaimed, realizing that he was hungry. "Sorry! You're just so quiet," she opened her hospital gown and tried to nurse him.

It went very well, and Bulma got the feeling that she was the one who didn't know what she was doing. Funny. She had read that some babies had trouble learning to feed. This one was special, Bulma knew. And he wasn't just biased-mother special, he was honest-to-god unusual. Which made sense, considering his heritage.

Though he wasn't the most attractive baby Bulma had ever seen, she was already started to feel fond of him. He was hers.

Is this was being a mother was going to be like? If so, then Bulma would be very happy. The pain of labour was definitely worth it. Really, it wasn't as big a deal as everyone made it out to be. Bulma might even be willing to consider having another child. Not with Vegeta, of course. He'd never agree. But that didn't mean that Bulma didn't want it, she just had such low expectations of them even becoming friends that more kids weren't an option.

Actually, over the past while, they had become friends of a sort. No, not friends. Acquaintances was a better word. Sometimes, if they happened to be eating lunch at the same time, they would sit at a table together. They didn't talk or anything, but there was an air of companionship. Bulma felt like saying anything would break the spell, so she didn't speak. Vegeta stayed silent for his own reasons.

These meetings had been happening once a month or so, so he had seen Bulma with her protruding stomach. But he didn't say anything, didn't even look. However, Bulma could tell that he knew.

"Is it okay to remain nameless for a few days, honey?" Bulma asked her son. "I need to talk to someone about it before I decide on anything," the infant said nothing. "I'll take that to mean yes," Bulma laughed. "I can't wait for you to start talking,"

A day passed, and Bulma got to know her son while waiting to be released from the hospital. Though they had visited her separately soon after she gave birth, when she walked out the doors her mother and father stood on the sidewalk cheering and clapping. Bulma couldn't decide whether to be flattered or embarrassed, so she settled on delighted with a modest blush. She noted the absence of Vegeta, then realized that she had forgotten to tell him. He didn't know that he had a son.

On the drive back home, Bulma asked to be dropped off at the building's left wing. Her mother, though slightly puzzled, did as she requested without question. Bulma got out of the floating car and waved to her parents, her son resting calmly in the crook of her arm. She still hadn't seen him cry.

"Okay hon," she said, holding him at eye level, "I'm gonna take you to meet dad. Are you ready?"

She shifted the baby so that she had an arm free and pushed open the door. As she walked down the hallways, she got more and more jittery. She was going to talk to Vegeta for the first time since... since the the morning he had single-handedly broken her heart. But this time she wasn't alone.

Bulma came to the door, which suddenly looked a lot more imposing than before, and knocked. She waited for a long time. Just when she was about to knock again, and louder, a muffled voice said, "Come in". Bulma tried the door, but it was locked. So he knew who it was. She fumbled around in her pocket for her keys. She swiped the card through the slot and the door clicked open.

Vegeta was lying face-down on the ground, though visibly breathing.

"Hey Vegeta," Bulma said softly, "There's someone you should meet," he rolled over onto his back.

"I suppose you want me to turn off the heavy gravity," he said tonelessly.

"Yeah," she said. Sighing, he heaved himself to his feet and pressed the right buttons on the keyboard. Bulma waiting a few seconds, then stepped inside. She held out the baby to Vegeta. "I was thinking of naming him Trunks. How does that sound to you?" he stared almost uncomprehendingly at the infant, who looked back at him, unfazed.

"Why are you asking me?" he said, blankly. Somehow, Bulma knew that he was frustrated about something. Rolling her eyes, she knew that she had to be a bit careful about what she said.

"Because he's your son too, silly! It's only fair," she nodded at the child. "Now, are you gonna take him, or what?" Vegeta crossed his arms.

"No. I see no reason to touch this brat," he paused, "...Trunks is fine," he said, changing topics effortlessly. Bulma nodded.

"Good!" there was an awkward silence. "Well," she said at last.

"Yes," Vegeta agreed.

"I guess I'd better get going, then," she said. "Bye, Vegeta,"

"Goodbye Bulma," and she walked out the door. As it slid closed behind her, she stood there, holding Trunks to her heart, trying to think. Finally, her shoulders slumped as if a great burden had been lifted off them. She would stop waiting for him. If he came to her, she would be there, but she would not be holding her breath. Whatever he does is his business. He could waste away in that godforsaken room and she wouldn't interfere. Because now, now she had her own little piece of him.

Bulma turned her back to the door and walked away.

OoO

Vegeta slammed his fist against the wall as hard as he could, though weakened by the insane gravity. He hadn't eaten a senzu bean in weeks, and he was running close to empty on energy. Bulma and his son had slipped from his mind the second she had left the room. He had more pressing problems to solve at the moment.

That's what his conscious thought. His subconscious, however, was affected by their visit. It was frustrated. Everyone was constantly changing around him, getting more powerful, having children, while he stayed the same. Something had to be done about that.

What was wrong with him? It was bad enough that Kakarrot was able to become a Super Saiyan years ago, but he, Vegeta, wasn't able to accomplish it himself, even training under three times the weight. Why? How had this happened? He out-classed Kakarrot, in both rank and power. Or at least he had. Now, with all the other Saiyans dead, status meant nothing, and, as much as he resented it, the swine had more power than him.

Rage coursed through his veins, travelling through his body, empowering him. He clenched his hands into fists, wanting to kill Kakarrot so badly it hurt, to destroy everything he held dear before his eyes, but he couldn't... he was too weak...

"RRAAAARGH!" Vegeta screamed, every single muscle in his body rigid and tense. He let what meagre chi he had left flow through him, the floor trembling beneath his feet. He threw his arms out, his head felt like it was about to burst with anger and hatred and vengeance, there was a golden glow at the corners of his vision...

He must have blacked out for an instant, because everything went dark and when Vegeta awoke he was on the ground. He felt very strange, something had happened...

OoO

Out in the empty hallway, Bulma and Trunks long gone, the building stopped shaking and everything was deathly silent. This silence lasted for about ten seconds, long enough that, were there anyone there, they would feel uneasy.

Then a sound penetrated the quiet air, cold, heartless and triumphant laughter. It rang out, bounced against the walls and echoed down the hall. Nobody came, for it was heard by no one. Which was just as well, because it was not intended for anyone's ears.

It lasted a long, long time.

**END**

And there you have it. Please tell me what you thought of the series, I'd love to hear your feedback.

Also, the surprise! I have made a sequel! Yes, it's now published. As of June 10th, only the first chapter is up, but update time will be weekly on Tuesdays, as usual.

Again, I'm amazed at how many people have seen this story. I treasure every single notification I get from FanFiction. Thanks so much, everyone! And see you on the other side!