Hi guys! I'm back with another wonderful chapter! I can't say when the next chapter will be up... unfortunately I do have quite a bit on my plate, but I try to write down ideas and work on them as i go, such as this chapter. I think I'll be torturing our poor Vegeta before I give him a break (doesn't mean I don't love him) but I feel like a lot of writers of FF immediately forgive Vegeta without any real consequence. So I hope this chapter has a lighter tone to it, still a lot of drama we got to muddle through though. But I really hope Vegeta doesn't come off as OOC.

Vegeta looked at Trunks in disgust as he held him away from him. There was a huge explosion of diarrhea all over his diaper and back. He was crying and Vegeta refused to change his diaper. It was disgusting! How does that even happen? How did his diaper overflow from his clothes? He thought. But he couldn't take his son's incessant wails anymore.

He huffed. "Damn you woman!"

Earlier...

Vegeta was walking out of the gravity room for lunch when Mrs. Briefs approached him.

"Oh Veggie, good you're out! There is a family emergency so my hubby and I are going to go to the hospital to visit a sick relative." Mrs. Briefs said a bit worried.

"And I care...why?" Vegeta said in his usual self.

"They don't allow children in the room so I'm leaving baby Trunks here with you! I can't take him to Bulma's since she's working right now, but don't worry he's been changed and fed. He's sleeping right now so he won't give you any problems. I left you lunch in the fridge. We shouldn't be gone long but call me if you run into any troubles!" She said as she ran over to the car where Dr. Briefs was waiting on her.

"Bulma will pick him up at 4 if we're not back by then!" She said as the car rushed down the street.

Vegeta couldn't even get in a word in edgewise. That woman was crazy to trust him with Trunks…

Present…

Everything was going well up until an hour after they had left. Vegeta had just finished his lunch when he heard Trunks crying. He went upstairs to go check on him and his eyes almost popped from his head when he saw the mess Trunks made. He kind of wondered how he had not thrown up yet, the sight was disturbing.

Vegeta took off Trunks' diaper and tried his best not to lose his lunch or faint for that matter. Yeah he had seen pretty nasty things in his lifetime, but he never had to clean crap… and the smell! Vegeta took Trunks to the bathroom and put a bandana over his nose along with some cleaning gloves. There was no way in hell his bare skin was going to touch that. He turned on the water and grabbed the shower head.

"What the hell does your grandmother feed you?" Vegeta said hosing down his son. Trunks had softened his crying.

"Stop crying brat, it's not like this is hurting you." Vegeta said as he not so tenderly rotated Trunks making sure he got every bit of the green stuff of him. "Believe me, it's hurting me more seeing you in such a pathetic state."

Vegeta put some baby shampoo on Trunks and started lathering vigorously. Trunks was just sniffling and pouting. "I don't get what your mother gets so upset about. Cleaning you is pretty easy… kinda gross though. Although I suppose they're worse things…" Vegeta said to Trunks as if he understood. He just stared at him with puppy dog eyes.

"Quit doing that boy, you're a Saiyan, not a little girl." Vegeta said trying to get Trunks to stop looking at him with his sad blue eyes. He hated that look…

Vegeta then looked around to get a towel. He quickly stepped out of the bathroom to go find something to dry him off with, leaving Trunks by alone in the tub.

As he stepped back in, Vegeta almost tripped on the water on the floor. He gained his composure and dried Trunks off quickly putting him under his arm like a newspaper and proceeded to walk back into the room.

"Let's see, I can't put you back in that crib, not with all that crap in there." Vegeta said. He then had an idea that brought upon a devilish smile.

He sat Trunks' bare bottom on the floor and grabbed the crib. He pushed it out to the balcony and with a swift kick and a big bang, the fairly expensive crib turned into nothing but ashes. "That takes care of that!" Vegeta smiled as he dusted his hands off. He turned back around to find no Trunks in sight. "Shit, where did this brat go?" Vegeta said as he began his search of his little monkey.

"So Bulma, do you still hang out with your martial arts friends?" Ren asked. He had invited Bulma out to lunch after having such a busy morning. Bulma didn't usually accept eating with other members of the company, but Ren was a good friend and a handsome one at that. Beautiful green eyes and blonde hair, what more could she ask for?

"Well, kind of! They're so busy in their training I hardly get to see them anymore. We get together every now and then though. I do hang out with Yamcha, but he's not in the martial arts game anymore.

"Haha, I'd imagine so, I mean I'd retire from martial arts too if I had a kid. Can't live life so recklessly." Ren said as he innocently grinned.

Bulma almost choked on her water. "Um, what?" She said, coughing a bit.

"I mean, your baby's daddy? It's not like Yamcha will be fighting anymore, it's too dangerous."

Bulma wasn't annoyed by the fact that Trunks parentage was brought into question. With the Cell games and the threat of the androids, the attention of her son was shadowed by the imminent end of the planet. But now that it's over, she's once again the center of attention with plenty of tabloids publishing false stories.

"Oh um… Yamcha isn't my son's father. It's kind of a long story…But he is a martial artist, so you were right on that."

"Oh… Oh! I'm sorry Bulma! I didn't mean, I just thought it was obvious… I mean you two have been on and off for years, I just assumed." Ren said embarrassed.

"No it's okay. I don't really reveal much about my personal life, and most of the world thinks Yamcha's the too. It's not his baby, but I will admit he's been a better father figure for my son than his real father."

"I'm sorry to hear...I'm not a real big fan of my ex wife either." Ren sympathized.

"I didn't know you were married, when was this?" Bulma asked.

"It was a couple years ago. I sent you an invitation to the wedding but they said you were out of town." He said as Bulma remembered she was on Namek at the time of the wedding. "But it didn't last long. It just didn't work out between us. My work kept me away but it didn't keep other men away…" he said, still angered at the fact.

"Now I feel bad for bringing something bad up. I'm sorry."

"No it's okay. I'm over it. I got two wonderful little girls out of it. I'm out dating again, but no luck really… What about you? Is it safe to assume that you're single. That would be a first though." He grinned.

"Yes, I'm single and that's wonderful! Maybe we can plan a play date with the kids, Trunks hardly gets to socialize with kids his age."

"Oh definitely! I have my daughters next week!" He said.

"That's great, they can come to Trunks birthday party." Bulma said.

They continued the rest of their lunch catching up on old times. Bulma felt so relieved she can find someone outside of the Z circle to socialize with. After all, she was human, and most of the beings she has been around were mostly non-human. It was starting to drive her kind of mad. They soon returned to the office with Bulma's assistant waiting on her with a few things.

"The science department sent this over and asked if you can take a look at some of the blueprints for them by Friday." Stefan said as he handed a tube. Bulma thanked him and headed towards her office.

"Oh Dr. Briefs, there was one more message from your mother. She said 'family emergency, left Trunks with Vegeta.'"

Bulma's face turned pale white. "WHAT?!" She turned around to look at Stefan.

Stefan was now a bit scared. He'd never seen his boss look so worrisome. More like deranged. "S-s-she said she left little T-Trunks with a guy named Vegeta." He said nervously.

"Cancel everything today Stefan! I have a family emergency!" She said as she ran to her private mini plane out on her office's balcony.

"But Dr. Briefs!" Stefan said hoping he'd catch her before she took of but she was long gone.

"What was that about? Who's Vegeta?" Ren said looking as confused as Stefan.

"Beats me…" he said, watching the plane turn to a little dot in the sky.

"Alright Trunks, eat the food!" Vegeta said irritated as he once again tried to feed Trunks with the nasty brown food he found that Mrs. Briefs left. He had sat him down on top of the table. He broke his baby chair trying to unclasp the table portion off. He grabbed another spoonful and gave it to Trunks only for him to just spit it back out or just downright refuse it. "Oh c'mon!" Vegeta said losing his patience.

After finding him dangerously playing around in Bulma's lab, Vegeta felt exhausted keeping up with this kid. Every other second, he was getting into something. The bathroom was a mess. His nursery room was a mess. The kitchen looked like a warzone. He could've swore Trunks was only crawling a few days ago, now he's downright running all over the compound. He wasn't sure if he could keep up. Vegeta finally put an end to it by yelling at him. Only for Vegeta to suffer through a half hour of crying. It was only until he mentioned food that he finally calmed down.

"Look Trunks, if I can eat this crap you can too!" He said as he took a spoonful of the baby food. As soon as the food touched his tastebuds, he got goosebumps and spit it back out. "Eeew, what is this? Have they been feeding you this? This taste nasty!" Vegeta said as he got up and threw the container of food. Trunks just smiled at him with a toothless smile as he observed his father with his blue eyes.

After grabbing a drink of water, Vegeta rummaged through the fridge and found some chocolate pudding they can both enjoy. He set one down by Trunks on the table and sat back down. Trunks was chewing on the package. "Oh yeah I forgot." Vegeta said as he grabbed the cup and ripped the top open.

He ate his pudding quietly while watching Trunks. All he did was smile at him. "Papapapa" Trunks kept saying while sticking his hand in the cup. Vegeta couldn't help but give a small tired smile. It's not like Trunks would remember. He was a small little thing… He wasn't anything like the Saiyan children he remembered. Shipped off away from their families for years at a time. As a warrior back in his hay days, he would've given up Trunks in the blink of an eye so he could become stronger. But now, he didn't want to even fathom Trunks going through the hell he went through. It wasn't right… He definitely his son alright, so strong at such a young age. Every time he would look at him, he'd have those blue eyes full of life. He never wanted Trunks to have his eyes; dead and dull...

"I don't know why you keep smiling at me boy… People usually don't smile when they see me." Vegeta said thinking about his reputation. He didn't deserve the son he had. But somehow somewhere, some God had mercy on him and allowed his lineage to continue...

Trunks grabbed the cup and poured the whole pudding over his face ending the tender moment between them.

"Seriously boy, I just cleaned you up!" Vegeta yelled as he got up to get some napkins on the counter. As he came back, Trunks was missing from the table.

"Ah shit…" Vegeta said as he began looking for the tyke once more but then heard him by the door.

"Mama!" He heard Trunks say.

Vegeta walked towards Trunks thinking Mrs. Briefs had already arrived. "Oh great, I can go- Bulma?" He said as he saw a none too pleased woman standing before him.

"What the hell Vegeta!" Bulma yelled as she walked into the kitchen.

"Mama!" Trunks giggled as he waddled his way over to her. She bent down and picked him up. Bulma was surprised to see Trunks walking, let alone running. He could barely take a few steps the other day. "Hi baby!" Bulma smiled at her son, messy with baby food all over his face and chest. She was ignoring the fact that her nice blouse was getting dirty from all the mess Trunks was.

"Why is the house a mess? Geez Vegeta, can't you do something right?" Bulma said very angrily as she walked into the kitchen.

"Calm down woman! It's not like I've burned the house down."

"I won't hold my breath on that." She replied. "But why is Trunks naked?" Bulma demanded.

"Oh I'm sorry. Next time I'll shower him with his clothes on." Vegeta said sarcastically.

Bulma wasn't in a mood for Vegeta's games. "Dammit Vegeta! Trunks is a baby. You can't just treat him harshly just like you did with Future Trunks." she angrily said.

"Well, it's not like I've taken care of brats before woman. I'm not a damn babysitter." Vegeta rebutted.

"Yeah, obviously." Bulma just said as she walked away from Vegeta. She knew an argument was going to ensue between them, but she honestly wanted to save herself the headache. And she promised herself not to argue in front of Trunks. She read somewhere that could be traumatic to children, even at an early age. She guessed she should at least be grateful that Trunks isn't hurt, just very dirty… She set Trunks down on the counter in front of her and without another word, she began her motherly duties.

Bulma took of her blouse and was now on her tank top. She tied her hair back and grabbed an oversized container from the pantry and set it on the sink and started the water. She then went to the closet and turned on the cleaning bots, all while Vegeta stood by in the hallway watching her. He doesn't see Bulma often, but something about her just seemed different. She was furious with him, that was certain, but the way she would look at their son. As if nothing around her mattered..."What are you doing?" Vegeta said as he snapped out of his trance.

"Cleaning up your mess." Bulma said bluntly as she grabbed Trunks and put him in the kitchen sink. She started hosing him down, making sure all that food was washed away. She had a small smile while she was showering Trunks, talking to him in a soft voice as if he understood. He would just splash and giggle. Vegeta still stood at the hallway, feeling like the odd man out. He didn't belong there.

Bulma had finished washing Trunks and looked around. "Damn, I forgot the towel…" Bulma said as she looked around the kitchen to see if there was at least a clean rag. Vegeta grabbed one of the clean towels he had placed on the counter before he went to go check on Trunks. "Here, it's not sweaty..." Vegeta said handing it to her.

Vegeta then leaned on the counter while crossing his arms and watching her dry Trunks. He seemed really happy. "Didn't think a baby would cause you so much trouble now did you?" Bulma said looking over Vegeta.

"Hmph." Vegeta said not really wanting to respond to Bulma. It did catch him off guard just really how energetic his son is. Maybe he is getting old…

Bulma grabbed her bag and started pulling out baby talcum and diapers. Vegeta watched how quickly Bulma applied that to Trunks. When he was trying earlier, Trunks wouldn't hold still. Bulma looked over him and told him to come over. Vegeta lazily walked over, not really wanting too.

"Look, you just put this side to the back. Make sure the little flaps show up once it's under him and adjust by his legs so he wouldn't get a rash. Usually, the baby powder helps so make sure you put enough. Stick the ends together and it's done! See, not that hard." Bulma said giving Vegeta a quick tutorial of diaper changing. He was kind of at awe at how complicated a simple task can be when you don't know.

"Who's mommy's little man!" Bulma picked Trunks up and kissed him on the forehead. "Now let's get you dressed." Bulma kept going in a tone similar to her mother's, which made Vegeta cringe a bit.

Before she exited the kitchen she turned around to Vegeta. "I'm taking him to work, Vegeta. You can go ahead and train in peace."

As much as Vegeta wanted to celebrate and be happy that he was free, he kind of felt insulted. Yeah he's not father of the year, but it's not like he would purposefully hurt Trunks… Did Bulma think that of him? Did she really not trust him around his own son? Did she really think he was a monster...

Vegeta followed Bulma and grabbed her by the arm a bit firmly, but not aggressively. "Bulma," He began. 'I miss you, I want you back home, don't leave me alone anymore' were some of the things Vegeta wanted to say, but didn't. So he resorted to the only thing he knew.

"You said when Trunks began walking, I could start training him." Vegeta said, internally screaming at himself for not saying what he needed to say.

"But, Vegeta, he's just a baby. No, I don't want him in the GR." Bulma said bluntly

"Relax woman, I'm not going to train him in the GR just yet. He's only going to be more and more active as he grows. Some training might help him calm down a bit." He said, hoping Bulma would just say yes.

"I'll think about it…" Bulma said as she went upstairs to go and change.

After Bulma had left without a goodbye, Vegeta was left alone in the house. No woman, no child. He had lost his people and his planet but even so, Vegeta never felt really what it meant to be lonely. He didn't dwell on such thoughts. But his damn stupidity, arrogance and pride is what landed him where he is right now. The dumbest man in the universe.

2 1/2 years ago

Bulma didn't know when it began, but it happened. She was laying on her bed with a dangerous being right next to her. But she felt safe around him. He was deep in sleep after a long passionate night together. Bulma couldn't help but smile watching him peacefully slumber. She wanted to treasure this moment for as long as she could.

She moved her hand from under her face and brushed off some of the bangs from his face. She thought it was cute that his hair didn't always stand all the way up all the time. She kissed his forehead, making him shift a bit in his sleep.

"I love you Vegeta" She said as nuzzled in close to him and drifted off.

Hehehe! How did you like the last part. I thought it would be neat to add a before and now of Vegeta and Bulma's relationship. They won't necessarily be in chronological order, but maybe I'll use some of these to make a infamous 3 years story.