I sighed as our son bounced up and down in the time machine eagerly, his wild blue-black spikes swaying on his head as the eyes that matched mine so well stared eagerly at us.
"Maaaamaaaa, C'mon!" he said.
"Vegeta, be patient!" I said. "Dad's killing Cell, then we'll go."
"I wanna go nooooow," he whined.
"Vegeta, you better not let your father hear you talking back to your mother," Bulma said. Vegeta Jr. made a face, but calmed.
"I'm sorry, Mama," he said. I nodded and looked towards the surge of Ki I felt.
"We'll be going soon," I said. "Daddy just killed Cell and he's on his way back."
"Yaaay!" Vegeta Jr. cheered. I rolled my eyes, smiling as Trunks landed in front of us. He pulled me into his arms, placing a deep kiss on my lips that made Vegeta Jr. gag.
"Mama! Daddy! Ewww!" he cried. "Stop being gross and lets go!"
"Calm down, son, we're going," Trunks said with a laugh. We both flew up into the cock pit, waving to Bulma as we went. We started the machine, feeling it fly up then launch through time and space. It landed in a desolate field, the hatch popping open. Vegeta quickly flew out of the machine, starting to take off in a random direction.
"Vegeta! Wait for us!" I said exasperated.
"But Maaaamaaaa," he whined.
"Vegeta, listen to your mother," Trunks said sternly, causing the young boy to slump in mid air, frustrated. Trunks and I flew out of the machine, quickly storing it in it's capsule.
"Okay," Trunks said, turning in the direction of Capsule Corp. "Follow me and your mother and stay close." Trunks and I flew off, Vegeta Jr. hot on our tail, a grin on his face.
"Will they like me?" he asked suddenly, his little face scrunching in a thoughtful scowl.
"I'm sure they will, dear," I said. His scowl deepened before being replaced with a smile. As we got close, I noticed someone standing on the front lawn, seemingly waiting for us.
"Is that...?" I asked.
"Yup," Trunks said. "Father must have sensed us." I grinned and waved my hand wildly in the air. We landed a few feet from the saya-jin prince.
"Is something wrong?" he asked us.
"No," I said. "We just came to give you a bit of an update before we packed the time machine away for good." I felt little hands on my leg and looked down to find Vegeta Jr. looking at his grandfather shyly.
"Go on," I said. "You were so excited, well, here he is." Vegeta looked down at the boy curiously. Trunks knelt down next to his son.
"What if he doesn't like me, Daddy," I heard the boy whisper.
"You'll never know until you go say hello," Trunks told him. Vegeta Jr. twisted his hands in his shirt as he shuffled out from behind me and towards Vegeta, stopping just in front of him.
"H-Hi," he stuttered. "I'm Vegeta Jr." Vegeta looked down at the boy, one brow arched as he studied him.
"Can you fight, boy?" Vegeta asked. Vegeta Jr. looked up and nodded.
"Yes, sir," he said. "I can go Super too!" Both brows shot towards Vegeta's hairline.
"Show me," he demanded. Vegeta Jr. looked towards us before letting his Ki spike. His hair bled gold, sticking straight up as his Ki spiked. Vegeta looked down at the boy with a small smile.
"Good," he said. Vegeta Jr. beamed at the praise.
"Is that big Trunks?"
We all turned to find Bulma rushing out of the building with a grin.
"Hi!" she called, waving to us.
"Hi Grandma!" Vegeta Jr. said, waving. She paused at this, blinking owlishly down at the boy.
"Grandma?" she questioned. "Oh! Aren't you just the cutest! And already a super saya-jin! You must be really strong!" The little boy blushed, powering down until his soft blue-black spikes framed his face. I walked over, bending down and scooping the boy up in my arms, giving him a big wet kiss on his chubby little cheek.
"Mama!" he huffed, scrubbing his skin and giving me a dirty look. Trunks laughed.
"How are things in your time?" Bulma asked.
"Good," Trunks said, "We're rebuilding since I killed the androids. Things are going well."
"And Cell?" Vegeta asked. I grinned, dropping my son into the Saya-jin Prince's arms. Vegeta jumped, looking wide eyed down at the boy who gripped his shirt, looking up at him with big eyes.
"Killed him before we came!" I declared, following Bulma into the house. I noticed a small collection of toys in the main sitting room and the T.V playing some cartoon. We all sat down, Vegeta Jr. retreating to between his father and I once the Prince had set him on the ground.
"How are things here?" I asked.
"Boring," Vegeta said.
"Not that boring," Bulma said. "We may not have epic battles anymore, but life is interesting."
"Daddyyyyy!" came a shrill cry. "Trunks is trying to kiss me again!"
"Shut up!" came another voice. Two little children came darting into the room, one clamoring into Vegeta's lap and clinging to his front. The other stood by his feet, glaring.
"You asked me to!"
"I did not! I wanted your candy!"
"Knock it off," Vegeta snapped. Both children fell silent and looked up at him. Trunks and I stared in shock. The little boy standing at Vegeta's feet was obviously him, his purple hair rumpled from whatever tussle he had gotten into. The little girl who sat in Vegeta's lap, glaring daggers at the boy while she clung to the Prince was very obviously...me. Dressed in a lacey white blouse with jeans, my hair plaited on either side of my head, tied off with big purple bows, this little me twisted her fists in Vegea's spandex shirt as she straddled his lap.
"Trunks, you're always trying to kiss her," Vegeta snorted. Trunks blushed and turned his head away.
"Well why not?" he asked stubbornly. "She's going to be my bride some day."
"You don't know that, boy," Vegeta said.
"Yes I do!" Little Trunks said. "She's going to be my bride!"
"I will not!" Little me scoffed, clinging to Vegeta more. "Daddy said I didn't have to." Little Trunks face scrunched in frustration and he turned to his father.
"But you said she would be my bride, Dad!" Little Trunks said.
"Hush boy," Vegeta said. "I said if she wanted to." Little me stuck her tongue out at Little Trunks and snuggled into Vegeta's chest. Vegeta wrapped an arm around the little girl and she smiled. Vegeta Jr. peeked around me at the two other children, then looked at me and his father.
"Mama, is that..." he began, his eyes wide.
"Mhmmm," I hummed. The two children turned to us.
"Hey!" Little Trunks said, pointing to my mate. "You look like me!" Little me peered around Vegeta's arm.
"Daddy," she whispered.
"Hm?" Vegeta asked, bending his head a bit.
"She looks like me!" she whispered urgently.
"They are you!" Bulma said with a smile. "From a future timeline."
"You get pretty," Little Trunks said to Little me, looking me over. My Mate chuckled and reached over, nuzzling my cheek.
"She does, doesn't she?" he asked. I blushed and turned my head, giving my mate a quick kiss.
"Ewww!" Little me exclaimed. "Why would you let him kiss you?" I smiled.
"Well, I'm his bride," I told her. She looked at me in horror while Little Trunks crowed in triumph.
"I told you!"
"But I don't wanna!" she pouted, looking up at Vegeta. "Do I have to?"
"No," Vegeta said. "They're from a different timeline. They're not your future, just one possibility." Vegeta stood, lifting Little me with him.
"Come on," he said. "You two need to train."
"Yay!" Little me cried. "I'm gonna kick your butt, Trunks!" Vegeta grinned while Trunks huffed, following the two out to the training area.
"Yeah right!"
"She beat you last time."
"Daaaad!"
Trunks and I giggled, looking at Bulma.
"What's with..." I motioned to the retreating figures. She leaned back against the couch, crossing her legs.
"Well, it was a bit strange," she said. "About a year or so ago, Vegeta took off one day after telling me to set up for a little girl. He was gone for a few days, then he came back with little you. You were beat up, bruised, scared. Vegeta said that from now on, you were going to live with us and that I needed to get whatever paperwork together to make us your guardians. I was surprised, but he has never really answered too many questions about the matter. I've gathered that your family abused you, but you don't seem to remember too much. Trunks...well...you saw," she laughed, shaking her head, "When you were brought here, he was all curious and asking Vegeta a million questions. The only thing Vegeta told him was that you would be living with us from now on and Trunks would have to protect you. He's taken that to mean you're going to be his wife someday. You're not exactly thrilled with the idea." I laughed.
"And Vegeta lets me call him Daddy?" I asked. "Surprise, surprise!"
"Well, turns out he's got a soft spot for little girls," Bulma said. "You're his princess, though he won't admit it." Trunks chuckled, leaning back against the couch.
"Well, I guess he can be a softly," Trunks said. We jumped as we heard a loud cry followed by;
"Daddy! That Hurt!"
"Then hit me back, brat!"
"Well," I said with a cough, "As soft as Vegeta can get."
"I wander how powerful this you will get," Trunks mused.
"I'll still never surpass a Saya-jin's power," I said.
"Besides the androids, what have you two been up to?" Bulma asked.
"Well, we're leading the rebuild," Trunks said. "You've been working on Android 16."
"You found him?" Bulma asked.
"Yes," I said. "You're rebuilding him. He's agreed to help us and of course, if he tries anything, he get's destroyed."
"And we're expecting out next child," Trunks announced with a grin, his hand moving to my stomach.
"Oh! Congratulations!" Bulma said. "You two seem to be getting along really well! And it seems you're planning on giving me lots of grandchildren!"
"Well, we've been trying not to get pregnant since Vegeta Jr." I told her. "But it get's to be kind of hard." Bulma and Trunks blushed as I giggled, looking towards the Ki spikes of the training room.
"I don't care if you are a super saya-jin! I'll kick your ass Trunks!"
"Hey!"
"Oops, sorry, Daddy. I mean butt."
DHMB: Soooo, I decided not to write the chapters with Bojack simply because all attempts turned out like crap. Sorry. I may make another attempt later.