"Bulma, there's someone here for you!" "Coming, mum!". It took her a good effort to get up from the couch, because her belly was now huge. When the hell are you going to come out of there, Trunks? Mommy is tired!
"Yamcha? Oh, hi! What are you doing here?" "Just wanted to see how the heir to the Saiyan's throne is going!" "Oh, I love sarcasm, really, I do!". Panchy chirped: "Yamcha, dear, would you like some hot chocolate?" "Oh, yes Panchy, I'd love some, it's perfect with this weather, thanks!" "Yeah, coldest May we've had in ages. I'll be right back.".
"So, what are you doing here?". He shrugged: "Since you isolated yourself because you don't want the others to know yet, I figured you might feel lonely, so…". She smiled softly: "Thank you. I'm so glad we made up. I missed our friendship.". He looked down: "Me too, B. Not that I'm glad about your situation, but-". She rolled her eyes: "We've gone over this way too many times… I'm happy and he'll come back soon, stop worrying!".
Panchy returned with a tray with hot chocolate and biscuits: "Vegeta will be back soon, Yamcha! I'm not sure he'll make it in time for the big day, but he'll be back soon!" "Thanks for the support, mum!". The blonde woman smiled gently and left them alone to talk.
"So, no news about his return yet, uh?". Bulma sighed: "Nope. The spaceship has a localizer and I check it every now and then... it is moving constantly, so I know there are no problems with it… I mean… he's alive, but... (She smiled weakly) You know, we decided to not install a communicator because we would have used it everyday, so the purpose of being apart to be able to focus on our own targets would have been missing.". Yamcha nodded in silence.
She continued: "Stop me if what I say bothers you, but… I miss him, Yamcha. Very much.". He scoffed: "Who would have thought that I'd end up listening to you saying such things about him. Life is crazy.". She looked at him: "Yeah, who would have thought? Life really always finds new ways to surprise us... Hey, thanks for keeping the secret." "No problem, but why keep it a secret?". She shrugged: "I don't know. It's a very delicate time for me and I wanted to enjoy this special part of my life on my own. In privacy." "The paparazzi don't know?" "Well, I've been locked up in this magic castle since the belly started growing, so...".
"Why him?". He asked the question out of the blue, almost unconsciously and he realized right at that moment, when it finally escaped his lips, that it had been lingering in his mind and in his heart for way too long.
Bulma stared at him. She tilted her head: "Why do you ask?" "I'm just curious. Not jealous, don't worry. I'm well beyond that. Just curious.". She took a sip of her chocolate: "He's sexy and super smart and much more, but... (she sighed softly) I fell for the way he looks at me. Like I'm the only one in the universe.". Yamcha looked down shyly: "Yeah, I never did that. Sorry, B." "No, you didn't, but it's okay. It was a different stage of our lives, it was a different kind of love. (She paused). We're both happier now, aren't we?". He nodded.
"But… does he really treat you well? Is he really different when it's just the two of you?". She grinned: "Well, that was a super short relationship honestly… It wasn't even a normal relationship because it was mostly sex and we still have to build it all… but I think I can say yes. He said it's definitive for him. And I deeply hope we mean the same thing with that. He'd kill me if he knew I told you this, but he's wonderful when we're alone and I really do believe we both want to build something big. (She gestured to her belly) I mean… we already have done something big, haven't we?".
Yamcha sighed: "Hard to believe.". She shrugged: "But true. We fight a lot of course, he's an asshole and I'm… well, you know me. But even fighting with him is amazing. (her eyes turned dreamy) Oh, I love fighting with him! He never backs down. And I know he won't run away just for our fights, because he's tough enough to take it. Oh gods, I miss him. I hope he's okay. Ouch!".
She curled on herself in pain and Yamcha jolted up: "The baby?" "Another Saiyan kick! I swear he'll kill me before he comes out! No idea how Chichi did this all on her own! Shit, this is going to leave a bruise!". Yamcha sighed: "Whoa, I thought it was time!" "No, at least another couple of weeks. If I survive, of course. It was the chocolate, it always gets him way too excited. Yamcha, help me a bit, see that little jar there? Can you hand it to me, please?".
Yamcha grabbed it and gave it to her. She opened it and took some of the cream to spread on her belly, where little Trunks had kicked her: "I made a special ointment with the senzu bean I asked you last time and it really helps." "Brilliant." "Yeah, since Vegeta left, I actually have the time, energy and focus to create all the ideas that come to my mind. Oh, gods… (she took a long, relieved sigh, the pain slowly fading away). Sorry, I'm so boring, always talking about myself! Now… tell me about your training.".
The man scratched his forehead and exhaled heavily: "Oh, well… I am training hard. I really am. But let's face it: I'm no Saiyan. I might even be an impediment during their fights. I… I just don't know.". Bulma was still massaging her belly: "Yeah, guess they really raised the bar, didn't they? But still, I'm sure your help will be fundamental. You're part of the team." "A team made mostly of aliens with whom no earthling could ever compete. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy they're here and they're on our side because without them we'd be pretty much fucked, but sometimes I miss being the strongest. Remember when I kicked Goku's ass?".
Bulma smiled and her eyes welled up with tears remembering their old adventures: "Of course I do, we had such a great time back in those days! Oh, sorry, I'm fine, I'm fine… it's the hormones, I cry for anything these days!" "But now… no training will ever bring me to their level, it's all so pointless. And I know I'll be killed again." "I'll bring you back.". He smiled sadly: "I know.".
They chatted for a long time and then, just when Yamcha left… a loud, roaring boom made her jump in shock. "He's back! Oh my gods! He's back!". Bulma jumped on her feet and ran outside as fast as she could, given her situation.
She was right: the spaceship had just landed quite ungracefully in the garden. It took her some time to reach the arrival point and when she got there, the door was open, but no one was there. She called his name tentatively, weakly, her heart beating loudly in her ears: "V-Vegeta?". A gloved hand grabbed her shoulder softly from behind and she froze. Her heart almost stopped, she slowly turned around on weak knees and found him there. Vegeta! My love!
And when she turned to him and he dived into the blue of her eyes… right at that moment all of his rage, all of his anger, all of the bitterness amassed in his heart in the last months away from her… it washed away, like a tidal wave returning to the sea. Bulma! My mate!
His smirk, his eyes, his hair. She had missed him even more than she had realized, she launched herself at him to hug him and kiss him and touch him, she started sobbing: "Oh, gods, you're alive!". He blushed furiously: "Get a grip on yourself, woman! Your mother is here.". She beamed: "Oh, fuck you, you jerk! Oh gods, you're alive!".
She kept kissing every inch of him that was within her reach, she was beyond happy: "I missed you so much! You stink!". "The shower of the spaceship broke weeks ago.". She was smiling among the tears: "Oh, who cares? Come in. I'll prepare some food for you while you shower.". Panchy smiled: "Oh, no no no, Bulma dear. You two go catch up and I'll make a special dinner for our hero! Oh, what a wonderful day!" and left quickly.
Bulma looked at Vegeta with shining eyes, she was drinking all of his features in, almost trying to delete all the time spent apart. Oh my prince, why do I love you so much? She asked tentatively: "I see quite a few new scars… Oh, I'll take care of them… Are you okay? (He gave one fierce nod) but… uhm… well? Did you… manage to…". He smirked smugly, stepping back a few meters, he made sure they were alone and powered up.
She watched him in rapture and saw him change before her eyes… his hair turned lighter and lighter until they were blonde. She gasped and clapped her hands excitedly: "You did it! Oh, I knew it! I knew it! Of course you made it! You're amazing!". She got closer and closer, observing him, mesmerized. She touched his hair, almost amused, then she looked him in the eyes and: "They're… blue?! Your eyes are blue! Oh gods, this is unbelievable!".
Tears of happiness fell softly on her cheeks, Oh Bulma, you're so beautiful… she caressed his hair with light fingers, her mouth slightly agape… I almost forgot how perfect you are… for Bulma this was the most amazing thing she'd ever seen. And she'd seen some shit. I missed you so much, woman.
She got even closer and fell into his blue eyes. She kept murmuring: "I knew it… You're amazing… this is like magic… you're the absolute best. Oh, I'm so going to run tests on you in this state!". You believed in me. And see? See? I did it! Of course I did it, I'm the best! She was caressing his arms gently. I hope I made you proud, Bulma. Thank you. Look at you, you're even more stunning than before. You're the only one in the universe who's happy to see me return.
Bulma took his hand softly, then caressed him up to his shoulder, observing him: "Also your body changes… You are… bigger.". She unconsciously licked her lips: "You have even more muscles than before…". She looked at his chest, where his armor was ripped and torn. Her breath started getting shorter: "You're… sexy, Super Saiyan. Very sexy.".
Vegeta looked taken aback: "W-what?". She looked up in his eyes: "Let's go get a shower.". He blushed: "B-but you…" "Well, your body has changed and mine as well. We'll see what we can do.". She grabbed his hand and quickly took him to their area of the house, giggling like an overexcited teenager: "Oh, I want you to tell me everything. I can't wait to hear all about how and when you became a Super Saiyan and… wait, did you get taller?"
"Bulma, but we can't.". She looked disappointed and sad: "You don't want to tell me about-" "Not that. We can't… (he whispered) have sex." "And why not?" "Well, I guess your belly says so. Not that I wouldn't like to, but-". She opened the water of the shower and looked at him with so much lust in her eyes that he blushed, she traced his muscles with her fingers and said in a velvety voice: "I missed you so, so fucking much! You come back all dirty, disheveled and with your clothes destroyed and you've become even tougher and bigger and I can't resist you!".
She kissed him excitedly: "Can you stay like that?" "You mean you want to do it while I'm a Super Saiyan?! Are you mad? We'll hurt the boy!" "How do you know he's a boy?" "His ki." "Oh, honey, please get naked.". He obeyed and entered the shower with her.
Bulma took a sponge, filled it with bubbles and started washing him. Blood and dirt pooled at their feet. He purred under her touch: "Bulma…". She kissed him: "Oh, so you missed me too, uh?". He opened his eyes and observed her, he caressed her shoulders and then went to her breasts, they'd gotten bigger and heavier, he caressed gently, almost afraid of hurting her, then stared at her enormous belly, he didn't dare touch her there. Amazing. She sighed: "You have no idea how hot you are.".
His hands went back up to her face, he stared at her, his eyes jumping quickly from her eyes to her lips, to her nose, to her cheeks and he smirked. Of course I missed you.
She reached down between them and found him already hard, his knees went weak when she made contact and he growled, his eyes flying shut. He had to reach for the wall because he didn't feel steady at all. She giggled: "Oh oh oh, also this part becomes bigger in Super Saiyan… niiice.". She moved her hand around his cock and she was so excited that she felt close to coming. He reached his hand down. So wet. I fucking missed you. But can we really do it? Oh, just your hand feels so good! It's been so long…
Bulma moaned in his mouth when he started touching her: "Oh, Super Vegeta hasn't lost his magic touch!". Her hand moved faster up and down his cock and his breath quickly became ragged. He moved his fingers expertly around her folds and listened carefully to his favorite sound in the universe: Bulma's orgasm gasp. Hearing that sound after so long made him come at once in her hand, washing her legs while she grabbed his shoulders for support.
Bulma breathed heavily: "Oh dear lords, I fucking love you. But I'm afraid you were right: we can't do much right now, I'm already exhausted. Can you help me get out of here?".
Once they were clad in soft towels, Bulma medicated his wounds. He fell asleep, snoring lightly while she worked gently on his back. His hair had gone back to black.
When he woke up, Bulma served him the dinner that Panchy had gently prepared and he devoured everything in seconds.
The prince cleaned his mouth and asked seriously: "What was the weakling doing here?" "Uh?" "The idiot, he was here. I felt his ki leave. Why was he here?" "We're friends.". "You what?" "We made up and now we're friends.". He said matter of factly: "You can't.". "Sorry?" "You can't be friends with him." "Excuse me, what?" "You heard me. I won't tolerate him around. He's not allowed to come close to you.".
She looked perplexed: "Wait, is this some sort of joke?". He straightened his back: "No, as I said, he's not allowed to come close to you." "And who do you exactly think you are to decide who's allowed to get close to me?" "Your mate." "Yep. My mate, not my owner." "I said I don't want him around." "And why? Think he might steal me from you? Are you so scared of him?". He scoffed: "Of course not. Nothing and no one scares me. Especially trash like him." "Take it back." "What?" "Take it back. He's my friend." "I won't take shit back.".
Bulma crossed her arms on her huge belly. She didn't know if it was the hormones or the disappointment talking, but she said flatly: "Fine, then leave." "What?!" "You heard me. Leave. Go back to space if you want, I don't care.". He stared at her, confused.
The blue haired woman got closer and said bitterly: "You've been gone for months and when you come back you try to boss me around and disrespect me? I guess you don't remember who I am. I'm supposed to be your fucking mate, not your property! I'm the one who built you a fucking spaceship to help you ascend! And while you were gone I was here making armors for you, preparing new training equipment and making this. (She gestured to her belly.) And this is how you treat me when you come back?".
He spat: "Why did he come back?". Bulma suddenly turned sad at his tone, she looked tired: "One day he came over to apologize and I (she shrugged) I appreciated it, it meant a lot to me… I think I needed it.". He got up angrily: "Oh, so you needed it? Why?".
Bulma was taken aback by his anger, she explained tiredly: "I needed it to close the circle. To close that big part of my life and leave it behind my back.". He froze and looked at her. He seemed to deflate, confused: "To… close it?".
Bulma looked exhausted. She sat heavily on the bed: "I love you, you idiot and I don't even care if you don't love me back, I'm used to that now. But your lack of trust and respect kills me. I waited and waited and I was surely naive for hoping you'd be madly in love with me when you'd come back and that we'd be happy ever after. You're clearly back to your old self and it seems to me that your huge ego doesn't leave room for me in your heart. You've been gone for so long... (Tears started pooling in her eyes) I thought you died. I thought you'd never come back to me. I thought I lost you. And… and I thought I'd die without you. I cried my eyes out. I cried my heart out… and when you finally come back… just a few minutes and you treat me like I'm worth nothing, destroying me with a few words… no, this is too much for me. Please, go away.".
Vegeta didn't budge. Bulma's voice was trembling with anger: "I will not allow you to disrespect me while all I've done is wait for you and love you. Go away.". Vegeta looked scandalized: "Are you serious?!" "If you think I'll stand here letting you treat me like that, you're terribly mistaken. In my state I cannot afford to feel this bad. Go away and come back when you've learnt some respect." "I will not-".
The woman's voice became dangerous, she said through gritted teeth: "Get out NOW! Fuck you, you stupid Prince of nothing! Leave me alone! Find yourself another place to sleep! I don't even want to see you! Get the fuck out!". Vegeta snarled, grabbed his clothes and with a raging woosh he was gone. Bulma fell on the bed sobbing.
It took him one whole week to return and the moment he landed in the garden, he immediately felt that something was off. He could not sense her ki. He panicked. Where is she?
Panchy, oblivious as usual to anything that went down around her, appeared out of nowhere and welcomed him giddily: "Oh, Vegeta dear, congratulations! Come here, I made a wonderful cake to celebrate this special day, I'm sure you'll love it!". Celebrate what? This woman is insane, everyone is fucking stupid around here. I shouldn't even have come back!
But he was hungry, so he went straight for the cake and reached out to grab it, but… WELCOME TRUNKS! Wait, why the hell can I read this? And what the fuck does this mean? Who the hell is… he gasped for air and looked around frantically, as if anyone was about to appear somewhere around him.
Panchy smiled gently: "Bulma and the baby are fine, dear, they're still in the hospital. I made this cake for us. For Bulma I made blue cupcakes, they're over there. Do you want to take them to her? Or maybe you prefer the flowers I prepared there? Or the blue balloons? You choose, dear.". She danced gracefully around the kitchen, humming to herself, happier than ever.
Vegeta stepped back, terrified. T-the baby? He… he's born? No! No! I… I can't do this. I can't be a father. I'm not able to be a father, I can't even be a decent mate! I'll mess up the boy, they'll both hate me! They'll both be better off without me! I have to disappear and- A gentle, but firm hand grabbed his shoulder and his rambling brain froze.
The crumbling prince turned around and found a beaming, old scientist with a cigarette hanging from his mouth: "Come with me, son. We'll celebrate with a special whisky! Just you and I. This is the day I become a grandfather, but most importantly, this is the day you become a father!". Vegeta had no strength to refuse, he was confused and scared and his mind was completely blank, but apparently the older man knew exactly how to handle the situation and Vegeta felt weirdly, unconsciously comforted by the man's calmness.
He found himself sitting in a leather armchair with a glass in his hand. He looked at it suspiciously, the liquid was of a beautiful shade of brown and it was sparkling around ice cubes. "I've never drank before." he confessed. The scientist looked surprised behind his glasses, but gently smiled: "Then, this will surely help you wash away all the fears and the bad thoughts. It's my best bottle, I was keeping it for a special moment. Drink slowly.".
But Vegeta had already drunk it in one gulp and was coughing as the liquid burnt his throat on its way down. It was cold, bitter, but also sweet and his tongue rejoiced with the taste. There was some hint of chocolate, he was sure of it. The scientist chuckled: "Oh oh! I said slowly! This will give you a bad headache, I'm afraid. Now give it a few minutes.".
The warrior stopped coughing, closed his eyes, took a deep breath and felt the liquid enter his system. It was a completely new feeling, but it was somehow… familiar, spreading in his chest like fire, warming him, pumping some weird energy around, like waking him, reminding him of a courage he'd almost lost in front of an enemy he didn't know how to handle.
"I can't be a father!". He widened his eyes and covered his mouth with his hand, he'd blurted it out without realizing. The new grandfather nodded: "Scary, uh? I think I said something very similar when it happened to me. Want to talk about it, son?". Talk about it? What are we, stupid weaklings who need to talk about stupid feelings?
Vegeta stood up at once, wishing to leave the situation as quickly as possible, but he had to grab his swirling head, so he fell back down in his armchair and grunted. Dr. Briefs smiled: "Move slower, first drink can make you dizzy. Now listen to me, okay?". The prince didn't look up, but the man continued: "You're not alone in this. Bulma has already prepared everything and she's willing to do all the work... it's like a new project for her... All she needs now is to have you by her side. Can you do that?" "No." "No because the drink made you sick or-".
Vegeta's voice came out low and heavy: "No, because I can't be a father. All I can do is hurt and kill, I'm not made for… (he waved his hand dismissively) caring!" "I see… how about we let Bulma and her mother do the work and you and I just watch from the side?".
The prince looked up and found the usual, comforting grin in front of his eyes: "W-watch from the side?" "Well, not everyone feels immediate, bursting love for their child, someone might take a bit of time to… warm up and get used to the baby. Our women are already going crazy about him, we really do not have to do much right now, they wouldn't even notice if we did anything. What we can do now is go to the hospital to see Bulma and then we'll see. One step at a time. Feel up for it?".
One step at a time. I don't have to do anything. Okay. But Bulma is still angry at me. She will kick me out of there. Oh fuck, when did I become a fucking coward? He stood up much slower than before and nodded.
Panchy talked incessantly all through the short trip to the hospital and when they reached the door of Bulma's room, a very confused Vegeta found a bunch of flowers in his hands and he was pushed through the door, which closed quickly right behind him.
Bulma looked up and stared at him, as if she was seeing a ghost. He looked at her, then down at the flowers, then hid them behind his back quickly, embarrassed. Bulma smiled tiredly.
A long silence fell between them. The prince looked down, unable to stand her stare, his mind a bit foggy because of the drink. He heard her say something and his head shot up: "What?". She rolled her eyes: "I said come here, you stupid Saiyan.".
Vegeta stepped closer, but not much, Bulma snorted: "I am not going to bite you. Come here, you asshole, I can't stand up." "Are you hurt?" "Well, your half-Saiyan royal son just came out of my vagina and almost broke me in half, so yeah, I'm not exactly fine.". He stared at her, she looked sweaty, disheveled and destroyed and she was even more beautiful than ever before. He ran to her and kissed her full on the mouth.
The new mom gasped in surprise, then pulled him closer, reciprocating the kiss, then she pushed him away wincing: "Calm down, everything hurts, especially my boobs. Don't hug me so tightly.".
Vegeta stood back, mesmerized by her, the flowers hanging from his hand by his side. Bulma smiled: "Let me guess… mom?". He looked down at the flowers: "I… I don't know what they're for.". She giggled: "They're for me. It's a kind gesture for a new mom." "Oh." "Just put them over there and sit here with me.". He obeyed in silence, half inebriated, half ashamed, mostly dizzy. The woman always had the power to confuse him.
Bulma licked her lips: "Dad made you drink?". He nodded and she said seriously: "Vegeta, I'm still angry at how you treated me, but I'm happy you're here.". He finally realized he was holding his breath. She continued: "I know you're not used to good feelings and I know you're not used to trusting others. But you can trust me with your life. There's nothing between Yamcha and me. He's just a good friend who stood by my side while you were not here." "To get you back.".
His voice was sad and that hurt the woman. She took his hand and said patiently: "He does not, he has lots of girls, but even if he did, I wouldn't care. I want you. Only you. I don't even know why, you stupid prince. (She grinned and paused) But you've got to trust me. Vegeta, I just had your son. Not Yamcha's.".
He looked at her eyes and he felt something immense, something so powerful pouring out of this woman, his woman, something so massive that his mouth went dry. He wanted to tell her he loved her, he wanted to tell her he trusted her and he was just a stupid, he wanted to tell her that he knew he was lucky to have her and that he simply felt he wasn't enough for her and that was the reason he was terrified of losing her, he wanted to tell her that she was stronger and braver than him, but everything was blurred in his mind and he couldn't really name all that stuff he was feeling. All that came out was a small: "Sorry.".
Bulma wanted to cry, but she tried to hide a smile, retorting: "I shall hope so, you've made me worry so much! I thought I'd never see you again. Never leave me like that again!" "You told me to go away!". She rolled her eyes: "I meant to another room for a short time! Not leave me for good!" "Oh."
A small noise startled him, he turned around and finally saw him. His heart beat faster than ever, he stood up and moved to the other side of the bed ever so slowly, where a small crib contained the smallest being he'd ever seen. His mouth slightly agape, he stared at the little sleeping baby. His cheeks were rosy, his hair was lavender and he was breathing calmly.
Bulma said gently: "He's very healthy. But I had his tail removed, I hope you understand.". He repeated stupidly: "His tail? Removed?" "Well, I wouldn't want an Oozaru around the house, you know…". He nodded: "Good thinking. Can we go home now?".
"Home? Uhm… No, honey, I need to stay here a few days, so I heal a bit and then we'll go home." "Oh, okay and where do I sleep?". Bulma was taken aback: "You?" "Well, you can't expect me to leave you." "That's sweet of you, but you'll want to leave as soon as he starts crying." "Crying? Is he staying with you? Why isn't he in an incubator?" "Why? He's fine." "And?" "In a few days we'll all go home.".
The prince widened his eyes: "The boy's coming with us?". Bulma scratched her head: "Wait a minute… how are Saiyan babies raised?" "After birth they're put in an incubator. Then their power level is tested to decide if they stay in the incubator for longer or if they'll be sent to another planet. Low power level means low class warrior, so they're sent to other planets, like Kakarot. High class warriors like me stay in the incubator for longer because it improves and stabilizes their power. Then they can start proper training.".
The tired woman was hesitant, she rubbed her eyes: "Uhm… Oh shit, how do I tell you this? Earthlings use incubators only for sick babies. Babies stay in the incubator until they are strong enough to go home with mum and dad. Healthy babies stay with their parents from the very beginning. Mum and dad take care of the baby's needs, mum breastfeeds the baby if she wants to and if it's possible and they live happily together." "You're kidding me. Like the time you said I looked good with that stupid pink shirt." "First of all you actually do look good in that. Very, very good. And then no, I'm not making fun of you. Did you really have no idea of all this?". Vegeta raised his voice: "Of course not! How was I supposed to kn-".
Trunks started crying softly, then louder and louder and Vegeta looked around frantically: "What-" "You screamed, you woke him, very simple. Now I'll try to breastfeed him." "Breast-what?".
Bulma rolled her eyes and decided she had a huge priority above explaining to Vegeta about life on Earth, so she sat up clumsily, wincing at every move and pulled Trunks' crib closer, she took him gently, her tongue between her lips in concentration, and opened her shirt. She talked mostly to herself, but she said: "Now Trunks, be a good boy and let's try again. Last time didn't go too well, you have to latch on and maybe we'll be so lucky the milk will arrive soon… no, wait, no, oh shit, this hurts!".
She moved the small bundle a bit and changed the angle: "Now, let's try like this! Oh yes, much better! Still hurts like hell, but maybe you'll eat something." "He eats from you?".
Bulma looked up and said patiently: "Yes, just like all the other mammals on this planet. Does it bother you?". Does it bother me? No, but I have no fucking idea of what is going on. Everything is so different. But my woman is feeding my son with her own body. I thought she was weak. Why did I think she was weak, again?
"Vegeta? Are you okay? Sit down, I think you're having a cultural shock.". He obeyed, fascinated, his eyes fixed on the boy. She yawned: "Vegeta, where have you been all these days?" "Uh? Uhm, off training.". She smiled weakly: "Of course. Now, why don't we make this more normal for you… (she yawned again) why don't you check his power level as Saiyans do?". He licked his lips nervously, then nodded and focused on the small, chubby boy.
"He… hey, he's pretty strong!". He looked up at her, he seemed both relieved and surprised, Bulma smiled: "Why so surprised? He's your son, after all. And you're immensely powerful, honey, why would your son be weak?". Vegeta didn't answer. I'm immensely powerful. Of course my son is strong. My son. My son. My son is strong. My son.
Bulma smiled weakly: "Can you put him in his crib? I'm so tired.". "What?! No! No, I-I can't touch him. I'd hurt him. I won't.". The new mother was too tired to insist or get angry, so she did it by herself. The baby was calm again. Bulma laid back on the bed, yawned once more and looked at him with sleepy eyes: "Get in the bed with me.". Vegeta took off his shoes and spooned her silently.
It felt good to hug her. It felt like returning home after being homeless for way too long. He buried his face in her hair and inhaled deeply: "Did you program the spaceship to make me learn to read your language?" "Did it work?" "Yes." "I'm a genius." "Why did you do it?" "Because I love you and I want you to stay with me.". He went silent, then he said in a low voice: "Bulma, I'm not sure that-". But he stopped, because she'd fallen asleep. He hugged her tighter.
You programmed the spaceship to make me learn your language. You want me to stay here. I don't know if we want the same future. But you're the first that makes me even think about the future. I don't understand shit of what I'm feeling, but I know you'll have a name for it.
He looked beyond Bulma and looked at the baby. Lavender hair. He smirked, then chuckled to himself. My father would be fuming. But then again, who the fuck cares? The boy is strong, probably already stronger than my father ever was. Saiyan's rules just don't apply anymore. They're pointless. Anything is pointless. He breathed Bulma. Except you, woman. You're the only one making sense in all of this mess.