As their sixth month in the strange Chamber started, after a good wash and (binder-free!) rest, Trunks was considering how to show Vegeta what she figured out about her 'path as a half-breed' . She wasn't that confident, the realization was still fresh in her mind, but she was ready to put it to the test, and face this version of her father. The older Saiyan slept longer than she did, even if on average they slept about the same, all because she had shorter but more frequent naps. She had a few hours before he woke, and she needed to be ready by then.

Over the past month, especially during their daily fights as super Saiyan (minus the break she had to take), she had become more observant of herself and her control, and Vegeta and his riding super Saiyan. She'd spent her downtime thinking about the fundamental differences between herself, Vegeta, the Gohan she knew, and Goku, and their state as super Saiyan. Vegeta was getting frustrated, and before she could actually put into words the gut-feeling findings she had about how to go beyond, he broke her chains as he put it, and forced her to go berserk. And then he carried her back to her bed, and then they talked . It was surreal.

Their previous discussion still fresh in her mind, she wrote down in the notebook about combining her strengths as an earthling and as a Saiyan, instead of letting one hinder the other. She wasn't half and half, she was both at the same time. She spent so much time actually trying to repress super Saiyan, she wasn't sure if it would succeed, and her mind went to how her version of Gohan spent over ten years doing the same, lacking the proper circumstances to come to the same conclusion. If he had more time with his father, if he had been able to train with serenity… She regretted not knowing about the Room of Spirit and Time back when Gohan was still alive, but what was done was done, and thanks to that, this world's Gohan would enjoy a life with his whole family, and this world's Trunks would grow up with a father. A father she hoped would be Vegeta, despite the concerns she'd worded to the young version of her mother. There was no use having regrets, after all, 'if' wishing is exactly what she was creating by using the Time Machine. She'd succeed where he hadn't.

Trunks reached under her pillow, and exchanged the notebook for her wallet to have a look at the photo inside, the last photo she had of Gohan before he died. She made the silent promise to the image of her mentor, and put it back with the notebook, to enjoy a longer binder-free moment, laying in bed. She knew Vegeta was still asleep, she felt his ki pulse and heard his occasional snore through the curtains. She was excited to show him what she'd concluded, but she wasn't about to actually wake him.

Her watch beeped a reminder, and she realized it had been indeed six whole months into the strange dimension and needed to stop being lazy, get dressed, and leave bed. Time to change patches, the watch had said, which she did immediately after cleaning and drying the skin so the glue would stick perfectly. The fact that this model lasted for two months instead of the usual two weeks was a blessing. The pharmacist of Central City advised against it, but she insisted those patches were what she needed for the extended stay, and that yes, she needed six of them in one go because she would be isolated for at least a year, and that she understood how it wasn't as effective as other methods. She groaned as she explained that indeed she was a girl, and she wasn't using the item for its primary use (she wasn't about to have any sort of activity that would lead to pregnancy, ew), but for the side effects, and that she couldn't afford those cramps during the intensive training period. She even went as far as to go to the backroom with the pharmacist and drop her pants to show him she was already wearing the same model. Eventually he accepted serving her what she asked, since she was eloquent and educated enough about the rare item. It wasn't the most popular contraceptive because of some drawbacks and a lower efficacy rate, after all. The glue being irritating she could deal with, but Vegeta suddenly smelling menstrual blood was something she absolutely did not want to even imagine happening. Which is why she didn't back down until she was given what she wanted. Putting that memory aside, she quietly chuckled at the date, too. Her birthday. Well, not her actual birthday, but the watch did indicate November 21st, as it last synchronized with this world (May 19th) and not her world (which she left on January 12th). She wasn't eighteen, yet. Not that it really mattered, thankfully Vegeta wasn't about to throw her a birthday party. The image of him wearing the little sparkly cone hat she was wearing in her picture with Gohan did amuse her for a second.

Trunks finished laundry, ate something and prepared the next batch of dough, letting her mind wander. Those past six months had been frustrating and stressful, but today? Today was fine. She was happy, probably the happiest she'd been for a while. The previous day, she had let go of lots of frustrations, she remembered the fight and words spoken, they were harsh and hurt her deeply, but she somewhat understood why Vegeta did what he did, and she couldn't really resent him. She was excited to show her father her own path forward.

Vegeta came to her while she was warming up in the white void. He landed, crossed his arms and looked expectant. She stopped when she felt him and stood properly, crossing her own arms, mirroring his stance as she'd done before. She observed again how they naturally stood the exact opposite; his fingers under his arms, hers always visible on her elbows. She pushed aside her nerves, met his eyes with confidence but no burning desire to fight. This was going to be unlike their previous fights as super Saiyans, and they both knew it. He tilted his head slightly, showing how the kid had his attention.

"You look relieved," the older Saiyan commented.

"Thanks to you," she complimented with a sincere smile. She had decided lengthy explanations about her journey, or explaining herself in any way was a waste of time. Vegeta wasn't the kind to waste time on details, on words, he was the type of person to understand by witnessing. 'I will show you.'

She let her arms down, closed her fists for an instant, and summoned the result of her thinking, of her training. The golden aura swirled around her, much more powerful than it had been before. She had submitted the power to her will, instead of letting it control her blindly or keeping it in a tight leash, barely touching its potential. Now super Saiyan cooperated with her desires.

Vegeta observed with attention the transformation happening in front of him. Usually, Trunks' eyes would lose their pupils, then turn teal, then the aura would take over, all with tension and strain, but this time, all happened at the same time and was effortless. Natural, even. He stayed arms crossed, but looked satisfied with what he saw.

"You really went beyond super Saiyan. For someone who loathed the form, you transformed easily enough."

Trunks was pleasantly surprised Vegeta didn't straight up test her, and even more so that he was willing to talk. Perhaps the subject was worth talking about for the Prince, after all. If Trunks hadn't known any better, she'd say he sounded proud of her. She could live with that, she liked talking problems through with her mother, and Gohan had her open up too, so why not talk her process through with a version of her father too?

"It wasn't easy, Father." She looked aside a moment, betraying a little hesitation, then back to Vegeta. "I fought hard to achieve this. Ever since we started sparring 'properly', I've been studying my way forward. I've known the answer for a few weeks already. Compromise. "

"Compromise, uh?" Vegeta uncrossed his arms and put his hands on his hips. He displayed far more interest than he had ever shown before.

"Compromise between my Saiyan blood, and my earthling brain. I had to find a way to make the two work together instead of suppressing either. Balance, if you will."

"Your path as a half-breed," Vegeta observed, repeating the words his offspring had said to him a couple of months prior. Trunks confirmed it was what she meant with a nod.

"Because I'm not a full Saiyan like you, I can't simply own it. The first time I transformed.. I lost my sense of self. I vowed to never lose control again, but yesterday, you forced me."

"Your chains."

"You freed what I spent years containing, and made me face that other me. " She clenched her fists and flared her aura with confidence. Vegeta had a taste of the power that licked his skin, and he licked his lips in anticipation. "I've known what to do for weeks, but yesterday I found how. With your guidance."

Vegeta looked smug, he put down his arms. "I will kill you if you bound yourself again, brat."

"And I will kill you if you ever insult my mother again, Father."

"Enough time wasted," he spoke darker, clenched his fists, and summoned the exact same aura to the one Trunks had been showing him. He, too, had gone beyond super Saiyan.

Trunks barely had the time to register Vegeta had been holding back for Kami knows how long. He'd been waiting for her and she didn't know how to feel about that.

The following fight built up at a steady pace until neither pulled punches, neither wanting to be the first to give up, fighting to win, fighting with the intention to kill. Vegeta remained more experienced, more vicious, and had a better control over the form, but Trunks found herself faster and more resilient. Only when they couldn't maintain the form anymore, after hours of intensive blows, did they both realize it was time to call it quits, and went off on their own to lick their wounds and find a way to 'definitely win' the next fight.

The pair spent the best of the next weeks working each other to sheer exhaustion. Trunks slowly allowed herself to push to the point of passing out, she'd begun trusting Vegeta as he had carried her back once already, but more often than not she remained conscious and able enough to make it out on her own. Either she was too stubborn and resilient, or she just didn't want to put herself in a vulnerable position. Vegeta never held back, he didn't care, and Trunks accepted and honored his trust. He trusted her enough to fight until he was incapacitated. They used their different schedules to their advantage; by not facing each other at full strength at the same time, they each got to fight someone stronger, taking unplanned turns, which felt more efficient to push at their limits. Trunks understood then why Vegeta had ordered her to transform during their first fight in the Gravity Room.

By the middle of the eighth month, Vegeta had once again waited for his offspring to wake, and ordered Trunks to sit at the table and eat. That previous day, she had been the one who carried him back to his bed and she went to rest after a good bath. Her hair was finally long enough for it to be tied back with an elastic, even if the front parts didn't stay put. Trunks sat down, both curious and guarded about whatever Vegeta wanted. It was the second time he had done so, and the previous talk was... strange.

"Brat. How old are you? Precisely."

Trunks found the question odd but nevertheless checked her watch, then looked at the clocks above the doors. "Biologically? Seventeen and ten months.. and a week or so."

"In earthling moon-months. Not your stupid May-January-whatever."

The time traveler frowned. She'd never seen the moon herself, it was destroyed before her birth, but she knew a lunar month was twenty-eight days. Or four weeks. A year had fifty-two weeks, so a year had thirteen lunar months. Seventeen times thirteen, that's two hundred and twenty-one, plus… No, wait, eighteen times thirteen, then subtract…

"Well?"

"Two hundred.." She tapped her fingers on the knife she used to spread toppings on her bread, trying to do the calculus by head, converting the incomplete year into weeks, then into lunar months, then adding it to her previous result. "Two hundred and twenty-eight. Twenty-nine."

Vegeta registered, then did his own math, converting those earthling lunar months into years on his homeworld. Almost twelve. 'Fuck.' He pinched the bridge of his nose, groaned in disgust, and mulled things over. The kid's scent had gotten to his nerves the day prior, enough so he lost that fight. The reason was something he'd tried avoiding for a while, he needed to do something about it, but if he didn't say anything...

"Why?" Trunks interrupted his thoughts, curious of the strange behavior she was seeing from a man she never saw hesitate. Until now.

"You're turning into an adult." He looked wary, and Trunks didn't get it. He grumbled something, then just stated the obvious, explicitly so. "You're in heat." He glanced with a frown, then looked away.

She stared blankly as the words made it into her brain, registered, and then she choked on her food hard, coughed, tapped her chest, downed a glass of water, tried her best not to spit it when her eyes crossed his, and gestured the words that finally came out.

"What the fuck- 'in heat'? What do you mean? How?!- No wait don't tell me how you know I don't want to know. Are you sure?"

Vegeta crossed his arms and looked away, looking annoyed as hell.

"Your scent. A Saiyan looking for a mate."

"No way." She panicked and actually sniffed herself. Nothing different. Gohan never mentioned any of that. Then again, Gohan hadn't exactly been the best source of information about Saiyan stuff, since Goku knew squat and Vegeta hadn't told him anything before dying. "Oh fuck don't tell me I've been spreading pheromones or whatever.. according to whatever-Saiyan-biology stuff. Also, I'm a half-breed?!" She was mortified. Vegeta wasn't the kind to pull pranks, but she wished this was just a big practical joke.

Vegeta's eyebrow twitched. While Trunks expressed much more openly, he was at least as embarrassed and lost. And angry.

"It's gotten stronger. Now shut up, sit down, and listen because I don't know much about any of that either, since the planet got destroyed when I was.." Math. "About a hundred of your lunar months old." Trunks converted back to earthling years. Divide by twelve. No, by thirteen. 'That's eight years old. Mother said he was five though. Ah, different calendars?'

"If it's about sex, I know how it works and I want none of it," she paled. No, she was ready for all sorts of beatings, insults, abuse of all sorts, but not being given the sex talk by a version of her father. Especially one that believed she was male.

"Mating and sex are two different things." Vegeta growled, veins pulsing. "And you're my heir, so you'll act like it, and you'll know the difference. Third class scums do whatever, but we don't."

Trunks begged for death, for Seventeen to show up and kill her right then and there, whatever was on the other side sounded much better than anywhere this conversation was going. 'Father is giving me 'the talk', Kami no, Mother will never let me live it down, she must never know.'

"You've been experiencing your first heat for a while now, but it's getting stronger because you're finishing your growth. Saiyans go from children to adults in about-" Math. "Forty lunar months, but earthlings seem to have a much longer middle period."

"Puberty," the Brief brain kicked in and chased away the embarrasment, and she suddenly wasn't hungry anymore. "For earthlings it's-" Math? "About a hundred lunar months. There's still some brain growth but we're essentially adults at-" Math! "Two hundred and thirty-five."

"Yes, that is why our species are compatible and are able to produce half-breeds. So. Mating. Brat, this is harder for me than it is for you, so you'll listen and not make it difficult." He'd seen from the corner of his eyes how the brat wanted out of there more than anything else, and he wasn't about to let that happen. He'd give all he knew right there and then, then never think about it again.

"And it doesn't matter if you're a half-breed, you're still a Saiyan. Despite the colors and your hair getting longer and longer."

"Oh about that, I meant to ask, how come yours doesn't grow?"

"Because our hair doesn't change from the moment we are born- no distractions, brat!" Vegeta flared his ki in annoyance, and Trunks bit down a yelp.

"Mating. Saiyans find mates to make children and to have trusted allies in all circumstances. Third-classes take many mates because they don't care for lineage and will have spawns with whomever, pack-like, but you will take only one, and your mate better bring you riches, be devoted, and be as strong as you. And since you're in heat, you're signaling to the whole universe you're available." Those last few words were like pulling teeth. "And it better not be some third-class waste of blood. Accept nothing below your worth." Trunks missed what or who Vegeta was referencing.

"Wait wait- Bulma-san's not strong. Since you had a baby with her, you did 'mate', right?" She wasn't sure if she understood things correctly, so she asked, since she was already in for a penny, even if it was the most awkward thing ever.

"The wench is stronger than me in some aspects." He admitted with strain. And now how she saw Vegeta trust Bulma with his life made more sense. She smiled. Not only did her father willingly choose her mother, but she herself wasn't an accident. And neither was the baby. Maybe he was romantic in his own weird way.

"If you tell her, I'll rip your spine out." He growled a threat, and Trunks gulped. Vegeta was reserved, even more than she was, and she nodded, knowing Vegeta wasn't the kind to make baseless threats. He'd follow through, she could bet her life on it.

"Understood. How do you mate? So I can avoid doing it by accident. Or avoid doing it at all. Ever."

Vegeta put a hand on his face, groaned at the question, but he knew he had to answer it.

"Why the fuck did I kill Nappa," he mumbled with anger, took a moment to drink some water. "You have sex and share blood. You cut yourselves and make sure some blood goes into the other's system, directly. Usually through your hands."

The Brief brain kicked in again, but she hesitated a moment before asking. "What if two men do this? Or two women?"

"Did I fucking stutter? They become mates." Vegeta glared, he found the question worthless of his time.

"No- I mean. Children. You said mating was to make children." Trunks squirmed under the stare.

Vegeta cursed. "Backwards mudball planet from the forsaken quadrant why do I even-" he sighed heavily. He got himself in the talk, he knew there would be questions, but they were so asinine it was torture. But then again, he and Trunks had agreed to talk explicitly. "Back in the goddamn stone age, one of the mates would accept to bear the child, the body of the bearer would adapt, and the blood sharing would create the- the thing that becomes the baby. But a few thousand years ago Saiyans started to use incubators instead. And I'm talking Saiyan years."

"And you can't have children if you have sex without mating…?" She needed to be sure she heard everything right, even if she was scarlet red from having that sort of discussion, at least they weren't going into the gritty details and this was another look at a culture she knew nothing about.

"Correct. Sex is for pleasure, comfort, distraction, fun, whatever. Seems earthlings expect sex to happen only between a watered down version of mates."

"Ah, yes, you're supposed to be exclusive with the person you're.. being involved with, dating, unless you both agree otherwise. Else it's called cheating and it's a breach of trust."

"I already understood that, brat. The wench kept whining about such things."

"Oh. If you value her trust as an ally, don't go and have sex with others." Trunks couldn't believe she told that to her father, but here it was, and she would make sure to get herself a good concussion and forget all about this discussion. Vegeta hmphed with disdain, but he had already agreed to being loyal in that sense too.

"Can you mate without having sex?"

Vegeta paused at the odd question, he looked right through his offspring, with those inquisitive Brief eyes that could hide nothing of their deep desire for knowledge. "I have no idea. Maybe? I did not exactly get a chance to study my extinct species."

"Right. So… Does something happen if your mate dies? What do you do?" Was there a special link? Trunks wondered about her mother, and her status as a widow.

"You kill whomever is the source." Vegeta saw Trunks' eyebrow raise in question. Clearly it was not the expected answer. "Third classes tend to have a lower life expectancy, that's why they mate with whomever, to have more support, but also to carry on more easily. Us royals, we get revenge, we mourn, and sometimes we move on to another mate. First step is to make sure our mate doesn't die."

Something deeply bothered her at that statement. First her heart went to her mother, whom she knew was still mourning Vegeta, and if she had part of Vegeta's blood in her system, the Time Machine was her way of getting revenge. It made sense. However, what really bothered her was another piece of information she had. She crossed her fingers together, elbows on the table and stared right through this version of her father, accusatory.

"That Gero android attacked Bulma-san's plane, but you didn't save her nor the baby. Tenshinhan-san did."

If looks could kill. Trunks could taste his anger at the accusation, but she didn't back down, she was right, and the both of them knew it.

"I trusted they'd survive, especially since the woman put herself in that situation." Vegeta bared his teeth with a snarl. Trunks saw self-loathing instead, and she understood he had misjudged the danger.

"She's just an earthling, and not a Saiyan. You'll have to apologize to her eventually. The earthling way."

Vegeta looked away, his ki pulsing. This whole discussion had gone in a direction he did not want to. Trunks decided to drop it; she'll have to teach him to apologize, even if she knew Bulma had more or less forgiven him, but not today.

"How do I, uh, stop being 'in heat'?" The wording absolutely killed her.

"You find a mate."

"I don't want that."

"Tough luck."

"Please don't tell me it's a permanent thing."

"No it-" Vegeta locked eyes with his offspring, and then looked away. "It has a cycle, after the first one. It lasts a season every three Saiyan years." He closed his eyes and forced himself to convert the information so the kid could make use of it. "Saiyan years last twenty of your moon-months, a season is a quarter of a year."

Trunks converted back. Five lunar months was twenty weeks, every four and a half years. She slouched, relieved and dug back into her food. "Ok, I can deal with that. Wait, that's the only time you're- we're, uh, fertile? It's for men and women alike?"

Vegeta groaned at the question, he mentally counted to five before actually dignifying it with an answer. "No, being in heat means you're available for mating. Men and women, there's no difference. You can take a mate and reproduce whenever outside of the cycle, but the cycle helps- helped available Saiyans find each other. The heat cycle stops once the Saiyan has a mate, but third classes still mate with others. Earthlings have a cycle, too. The wench ranted about it."

Oh no, no, I am not giving the menstruation talk to my father. Trunks frowned at the observation and the confusion.. But then, she noticed how little he wanted to have that conversation already, there was a hint of grief about a world he barely knew as a child, and how he did all of this to her benefit, so she figured he deserved some kindness back. Where to begin. She swallowed her piece of bread, and tried explaining with as little jargon as possible.

"Yes but- no. It's. It's only women. Men don't have cycles. Women have. Eggs. And every moon-month, the-" The look of utter confusion on Vegeta's face caught her eye, and she furrowed her brow a moment, thought about the wording, then explained. "The egg is a special cell, which contains half of the mother's genetic material. It's not, like, an actual egg." Much better. "So once every lunar month, more or less, it's not exact, starting from puberty, the woman's body releases an egg ready to meet its other half. If sex happens during that time, the man's, uh, cells that come out of the.. male part, well, these cells fight to be the first to meet the egg and make a whole new living being. That one fertilized egg, it becomes a fetus then a baby. Men are fertile all the time, but the egg only lives for a few days when it's not fertilized. And if the egg isn't fertilized before it dies, the woman, uh.. bleeds it out. Through the female parts."

Vegeta had a flash of recognition on his face at the mention of blood, and Trunks turned red and avoided eye contact. Of course Vegeta had noticed women having a menstrual cycle. She thanked the gods for her contraception patches, which stopped her menstruation altogether.

"Body prepares for the egg, egg arrives, eggs waits for fertilization, and body discards dead-unfertilized egg with blood. That's the cycle Bulma-san was talking about, it's not heat... Women usually find out they're carrying a baby when they suddenly don't bleed anymore, because the egg is too small to feel. Then they give birth and their body goes back to the cycle. After a little while. So.. Sex between men and women makes babies.."

"How to stop that?"

"The sex?"

"The bleeding, idiot. And the baby-making during sex, since your goddamn species can seemingly make them by accident. Don't try to fool me, I saw a whole lot of sex happening but not a whole lot of babies, by comparison."

Trunks bit her tongue. How the fuck could she explain contraception to her alien of a father. 'Mother best never find out about this..' "There's medication that keeps the egg from being mature, or from being fertilized, and sometimes it stops the bleeding, and some women are operated to remove the- the organ that makes the eggs. Some men, too, there's an operation that- does the same. But the simplest temporary method for no-baby sex is a physical barrier. If the male cells don't get to meet the egg, the egg isn't fertilized, so no baby." Implacable logic.

"That's what those plastic bags are for," Vegeta realized and let out with a certain disdain.

"Yes." Well at least her father despised condoms like other men, so that was.. And she slapped her own mind for actually going there. Ew.

"So you've done that and used them."

Trunks almost cracked the glass she had just grabbed to drink, and shook her head with a little more energy than she wanted. "Kamihelpme no. No. No. I've not had sex."

"You know a whole lot about earthling habits," he accused with a frown.

"That's because-" Her temper flared, she wanted to tell him how her world was more unforgiving, how it was necessary for survival, how knowledge helped her protect herself and others, how she fought some militiamen at an early age, how dispatching contraception was absolutely vital once most hospitals were down. But she calmed down and met his eyes. "Mother educated me well. I've been.. 'able' to have sex for about four years now. Uh. Fifty moon-months. So she gave me the tools to choose for myself, and I chose not to have any of it. Not like I had the time or opportunity to deal with such trivial things. I have absolutely no intentions of mating nor having sex with anyone, ever."

"Earthlings don't feel desires?"

"Vast majority do. Some don't."

"Do you?"

She felt her soul left her body. Her father, asking whether she had sexual desires, with not an ounce of shame, no filter, nothing. She thought hard about it, then shook her head. "I've- I don't think so. I've not thought about that- not had the time. Nor the potential partners, I guess. Maybe I will get 'those desires' once I accomplish my goal."

Trunks saw the smirk creep up on Vegeta's face, but she didn't really try to read its meaning, even if she felt somewhat.. understood. She was more at ease than she expected despite the initial shock of the awkward discussion.

"Have sex with whomever, but don't mate beneath you. As for your heat cycles, they won't be a problem unless there's other Saiyans or half-breeds in your world. Earthlings can't seem to pick up on the scent."

"Well that's a relief. Wait, why half-breeds? I didn't notice."

"Kakarot's brat has been trying to get you."

"No way. Gohan-san's only nine," she groaned in disgust. She didn't even think about converting his age into months Vegeta could understand, and Vegeta just understood 'he's too young' .

"Doesn't matter. He can fight off other suitors until he goes through his own cycle. He's acting on instinct. And you better refuse him, he's no match for an elite."

"I'm not even from this world," now she was getting alarmed.

"Brat, you think our biology takes 'time travel' into account?"

"Ok, fair point, but no, no no. I don't see Gohan-san like that." Even if she questioned her relation with her version of Gohan all of the sudden, she'd have to think about that later. And absolutely not tell Vegeta. Ever.

"Don't act coy, I saw how your instincts want him too, but I'll gouge your eyes out and feed them to the fishes if you even think about choosing him."

"I won't!" Trunks was white as a sheet of paper. She thought fast, she didn't want to linger on whatever the fuck that was any longer. "Wait, Son-san knows nothing about this, right?"

"Kakarot managed to spawn an offspring, so he mated, how he did it I have no desire to find out."

"Father. You'll- You'll have to tell Gohan-san about all of this. And the baby. Or Bulma-san so she can educate them at the right earthling age."

Vegeta shrugged off the request, closed up like a clamp. The discussion was over and had lasted far too long.

"Fine. I get it. I'll- uh. I'll write it down for them." 'Saiyan sex-ed guide by Trunks Brief.'

"You have some more days of heat it seems, and I'm not fighting you until it's over."

"Oh I'm at the end of the cycle?"

"Scent gets stronger at the end, it has become a distraction."

"Sounds like an excuse to explain why I won our last three spars." She couldn't help taunting, and half apologized, feeling Vegeta's aura flare at the audacity.

"Get on with your training and stay out of my way. Find me when your temperature drops and I'll make you eat your words."

Uh. Trunks put her hand on her neck, then on her forearm. She did feel hotter than usual. By the time she looked up to tell Vegeta she'd heard him, he was already gone.

I have no shame, I am not sorry.
Obviously, the 6th month mark is when Trunks achieves Grade 2 (this part is also inspired by Gracias, albeit adapted to my needs, you do need to read that doujinshi if you haven't)

So yeah, Vegetasei HCs:
Planet Vegeta is further away from its (bigger) sun than earth. It rotates slower on its axis, and it's a bigger planet (hence increased gravity). A full year is ~560 earth-days. Its moon also shows up full less often than the Earth (else we'd have had Oozaru rampages on the planet twenty times a year, lol!).
Planet Vegeta having longer day-night cycles is also why Vegeta tends to have longer active times (because if you're used to 40 hours long days, suddenly switching to a 24h cycle is jarring, excluding all of the space travel jet lags lol).

Aaaaand yeah. I hope you like the awkward sex ed talk :')