Vegeta walked around the GR. He had flown it before, when he went looking for Kakarot. He wouldn't have any trouble flying it again. But he had been training in it extensively for months now. The woman should definitely have a look at it before he left.

He sensed she was in the house. But he was reluctant to go find her because he felt she was, once again, in distress. Not like with the panic attack. But she was off. Something was wrong. And he knew that if he would see her, he'd be tempted to make her feel better.

He was planning on staying till the woman felt better. But up till now that hadn't really been the case. Between the panic attack, the loss of her father, being sick...He probably shouldn't procrastinate. It would most likely take the woman a few days to check out the GR as well. He had to get out of here. "Fuck this."

He walked into the house, in search of her. He found her, once again, in tears. Sitting on the couch.

"Dammit woman. Pull yourself together would you."

He was saying it to her, but really, he was talking more to himself. Because the sight of her like this made him want to do everything he shouldn't.

She cried even harder. Almost rolled his eyes in annoyance but moved closer. He stood before her, put two fingers under her chin and tilted her head back gently. "What is it now?" He asked. Her blue eyes pierced his soul. Awakening something in him, once again. Something he thought was dead. Or something that had never been there to begin with. He wasn't sure.

She stood up and walked to the other side of the room. Her back to him. She was trying to compose herself. He saw her wiping her face with her hands. Before she turned around to face him. She looked so fragile and so determent at the same time. He didn't understand what she was struggling with.

She took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant."

He had a hard time processing what she said. He blinked. He clenched his fists. He felt like he was punched in the gut. He focused on her abdomen. Indeed. There was something there. That's what he had been sensing all this time.

"Say something..." She said.

"How the hell is this possible? I mean...aren't you on something?"

Her eyes were on fire with blue flames. She was pissed.

"You wouldn't know, would you? You never once bothered to ask."

"Dammit woman, were you or not?"

"Yes!"

"Then you must've fucked up, because clearly it didn't work properly."

"I did not fuck up! I used it perfectly. I've never had problems before. It's just your damn...Saiyan...sperm!"

Vegeta ran a hand over his face in frustration. This couldn't be true! No, no,no.

"I ...don't want this." He said. Meeting her gaze once more, he knew that hurt her.

"Well, we can't turn back time Vegeta. This baby is coming whether we like it or not."

"Fuck!" He kicked the table that was in front of him, launching it into the television, destroying both in the process. Bulma didn't move a muscle, but a tear streamed down her cheek.

"We've been stupid and irresponsible. Looking back, I should have taken more precautions." Bulma said.

"I don't think it ever even crossed my mind that this could happen." Vegeta said, thinking back. "We're both idiots."

"So, now what?" She asked.

Vegeta shrugged. "Can't you...?"

"Can I what? Get rid of it?"

He said nothing.

"Is that really what you want!? For me to take some poisonous pill so this kid dies? Your kid."

Silence again.

"I'm not going to do that Vegeta."

Vegeta was at a loss for words. He really did not want that either. But there was no way he could be a father. He didn't want to be.

"I'm leaving." He stated.

"What?"

"I'm not making any progress in my training. I have to leave."

"Oh please, you're running."

"I do not run, I have work to do. I don't have time to deal with this."

"Fine, go train in outer space to become a Super Saiyan. Then what?"

"What are you getting at?"

"Are you going to do anything for this kid? For me?" She stared at him intently, not averting her eyes once. He met her gaze but didn't say anything.

"Vegeta, would you be real for once!? You helped me with...so many things. I helped you with your training. We slept together more times than I can count. I'm carrying your child for god's sake. You're not telling me that it all meant nothing. Don't you think you owe me...something!? Some kind of commitment, or promise to at least help me with this child?"

"Just because you spread your legs for me, does not mean I owe you anything."

If looks could kill he'd be dead. Good, he preferred her being angry much more to her being sad.

"You owe this child." She said coldly.

"I don't care."

"You're so full of shit. I know you care."

"Dammit woman, let me make one thing clear. I do not care about you, or this child. I will never play house with you. I just used you for sex. And you used me. That's it."

"It meant more to me."

"Stop." He didn't want to hear it.

He watched her bite her lip to keep herself from crying. But her pain transformed into anger again. A deadly stare shot his way.

"Fine, be a coward. Now get the fuck out of my house." Her voice cold, not like her.

He stared at her for a few more seconds before walking out the door.

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The GR held up fine. Vegeta managed to find a planet where he could get supplies. The inhabitants were not sure about helping him. When Vegeta started to blow stuff up however, they changed their minds. In no time the GR was filled with everything he would need for a long trip. He wouldn't have to get close to any kind of civilization for a long time. He had landed on a massive asteroid. It was made entirely of rock. Craters, pits. It was freezing cold in the shadows, and scorching hot in the sun. An unforgiving wasteland. It was the opposite of Earth in every way. was perfect for what Vegeta had in mind. This place would either be his burial ground, or his podium to greatness.

He closed his eyes and breathed in the thick air. The woman came to mind. It had been a few days since their last encounter. She had settled into his subconscious, showing up in his dreams every time he drifted off. Dreams that anyone else would not describe as nightmares. But to Vegeta they were. Because they were filled with sex. The kind two people who love each other have. He would wake up with a warm feeling in his chestand in need of a cold did expect that would fade in time. But for now, he could hear her words clearly in his mind. "It meant more to me" she had said. She had feelings for him. What an idiot.

He watched the wind blow across the rocks. He was already feeling closer to his old self, just by being here. But he had fathered a child. And that was unforgivable. How could he have been so stupid. Honestly, it hadn't crossed his mind even once. How was that possible? The few women he had been with before Bulma, he had made sure to be careful with. He did not want some half breed bastard to walk around somewhere with his DNA. Although he wasn't even sure he had been compatible with those females. They were very different from himself. With Bulma he had never bothered to check. Whilst he knew a Saiyan and human can procreate. Kakarot had a kid with a human. Maybe, on some level, he knew Bulma had everything taken care of. And she did. Yet, the worst had happened. Maybe she was right. It could very well have been due to the fact that he was Saiyan. And human birth control was inadequate. Or maybe it was a freak accident. It wasn't hard to imagine with all the sex they were having, that at some point, things just...came together. He didn't blame her. At least no more than himself. He should never have started a physical relationship with her in the first place. Although it did seem inevitable. Something would've happened between them at some point. But he let it go on for way too long. He dove in deeper and deeper till she became like a bad habit, that he couldn't quit. And now he would pay for that mistake, for the rest of his life. Knowing there was a child out there that was half his. He was still on the fence about what he should do. Nothing seemed right. Because he felt like a coward, running away from his responsibilities, if he never looked back. But on the other hand, he so strongly felt he didn't want a child. He didn't want to be a father. Maybe the decision to walk away would come easier after he was on his own for a while. He had to reconnect with the evil bastard he truly was. Becoming a Super Saiyan would do that. It would refuel the fire within him, awaken his Saiyan pride and his thirst for battle. Nothing mattered beyond that.

"Time to get to work. It's all or nothing." He said to himself.

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"Ah yes, this'll hit the spot." Bulma said, while she put some whipped cream on a pickle.

Yamcha eyed her with both disgust and amusement. "This kid sure has you eating strange things."

"Yup, I'm just rolling with it."

He watched her taking a bite too big for her mouth. She grinned at him with a funny face. His heart fluttered. He was still so much in love with her. There was no denying it. He thought of her all the time. He dated other women. No one compared. He had been with some beautiful women. It wasn't difficult for him to get a hot date, he was in the national baseball team. Girls were usually very interested in him. And after he first heard from Bulma that she was doing it with Vegeta, he had been sowing some wild oats. But his heart was still Bulma's. Even though she didn't know it. Seeing her like this, with her belly starting to show, hurt him terribly. That should've been his baby. He wanted nothing more than to be a family with her. To take care of her. But she needed a friend. Not a partner. So here he was, being a friend.

"How's the morning sickness?" He asked.

"Much better. I think I'm finally getting to the easy part of the pregnancy. At least, if it's anything like Chi-Chi's." She was now chewing on a carrot.

"You sure are eating a lot."

"I'm pregnant with a Saiyan. I swear, it's not me, it's this kid. He's hungry all the time."

"He?"

Bulma shrugged. "Just a hunch."

"I still can't believe it."

"Oh, get over it." Bulma said, waving a hand at him while rummaging in the fridge for more food.

"I...can't. When I think of Vegeta, I see a homicidal maniac. And you had sex with him."

"A lot of sex."

Yamcha shivered in disgust. "Bleeh, yuck."

She emerged from the fridge with a chocolate cake. "You do realize he's very goodlooking, right? "

"I don't think so. Although it's hard to look past all the killing and stuff. Of course I can see how he'd be attracted to you."

"Thank you." A cocky smile on her face. "Want some?" She said, stuffing her face with cake.

He shook his head. He watched her tuck her hair behind her ear. No longer the wild wavy hairdo. But straight, to her shoulders, with side bangs. He liked how her hair was framing her face now. It made her...softer somehow.

"You look beautiful." He uttered the words without thinking.

Bulma looked up at the man who was once her lover. "Don't."

"I can't help it."

Bulma sighed. "If this is going to be too much for you..."

"It's not. But I guess I still haven't given up on us."

"Yamcha, I am pregnant with another man's baby. You can't possibly still want me."

"I do."

Bulma walked over to him. He was sitting at the kitchen table, and Bulma sat down across from him, taking his hands in hers on the table.

"Listen to me. You and I are never going to get back together. You are so great. You are my friend. My best friend. I do not want you

to wait around for something that's never going to happen. You deserve so much better."

"You really do not have any feelings for me anymore?"

"Not like that, no." She said matter of factly.

"I still feel like I could make you happy, take care of you."

"I don't need to be taken care of, Yamcha. And I want you to think back...to before you died. Were we really doing all that well? Because frankly, I was already getting bored."

That hurt.

"And you were too, weren't you?" She gave him a knowing look.

"I...don't know ...what you're saying."

"I saw your phone. You were talking to another girl."

Yamcha's face went red instantly. Damn.

"It never went further than that."

"I'm not mad, I'm just making a point. You were bored, and so was I."

"Maybe we were in a bit of a rut, but I still get...the feelings, when I'm with you."

"That's because you want, what you can't have." Bulma said. "Now can we please move on from this?"

"Fine."

"C'mon now, tell me about all the girls you've been dating!"

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Another month had passed. Bulma was lying in bed, twisting and turning. She had so much energy lately. She had been able to get quite a bit of work done for the company, before she would go on her maternity leave. She suspected the Saiyan baby growing inside of her, was sharing his energy with her. Was this kid really already stronger than her?

She sighed, turning around once more. She missed him. She was actually missing that asshole. Everything about him she longed for. His hands, his hair, his lips, his skin, his smell, his smirk, his voice. Of course, that all might be due to the hormones. She had noticed for the last 2 weeks her sex drive was through the roof. Oh, how Vegeta could've helped with that. He could set her off just by looking at her. It really wasn't fair. Getting her hooked on the best sex ever, only to take it away like that, right before these intense hormones.

Of course, her mind was clouded with lust right now. She honestly didn't know what she would do if he would suddenly show up at this moment. Jump him, slap him, curse him. Probably all of the above. Not in that order did not like to admit it, but the truth was, she was head over heels in love with Vegeta. Not like a crush, but real love. Which was insane. She didn't like it. With Yamcha she had always felt like she...had the upper hand. Like he needed her more than she needed him. This time, it was the other way around. And it had already backfired on her, because loving someone like that, makes you vulnerable. Leaves you open, exposed, to hurt and pain. And that's exactly what happened. Just as she expected. Because there was no way, things were going to turn out any different. The baby thing was a curveball, sure. But the getting hurt part, was always a sure thing. Her anger towards Vegeta for hurting her, was no greater than the anger she had for herself. She had actually made the conscious decision to keep their physical relationship going, despite knowing for a fact, she would end up like this. Well, minus the pregnancy.

Vegeta had never said anything to make her think he would ever want something more than sex. But every now and then, he would say or do something, that left her hoping. Hoping despite her better judgement, that he might stay with her. With them. Because she could have sworn, she saw him care. That hadn't been her imagination, right? She supposed it didn't really matter. Sure, there is a possibility that even someone like Vegeta could develop feelings for someone they were intimate with in such an intense way. But he could never...allow himself to do anything with that. He was so estranged from anything to do with love and affection. Probably because he had never been loved and cared for. And he had seen so much evil in the world. Loving someone was a weakness. And she agreed to some extent. If you live in a world where there is nothing but war and death, it's best if you only have to worry about yourself. But she also felt, love could awaken something in you. A strength that you didn't know you had. The little baby inside her hadn't even been born yet. But she knew, she would love him so much. And would move mountains to ensure its safety. Her mind had been working overtime already, when it came to these androids. Because she didn't want her baby to grow up in a world as it was described by the kid from the future. That fighter had seen so much devastation. She had seen it in his eyes. She felt she needed to do something, invent something that would make a change. When she closed her eyes, she saw the kid from the future. Waving at her from the time machine.

Something clicked in her brain.

"Holy fucking shit." She jolted upright. "OH MY GOD." She started pacing back and forth in her bedroom. Talking to herself. "Ok, Bulma, let's double check this. A kid, traveling through time, in a fucking time machine. The kid's a Super Saiyan, with hair similar to mine. He wears clothing with the CC logo on it." She looked down at her belly. "The kid, is you. You are him! Aaaaah! You're my son!" She closed her eyes for a moment, envisioning her son from the future. He was...amazing. Kind, strong, handsome, smart. "I'm not going to screw you up." She remembered how he had looked at she knew why. She was his mother.

Much too excited to sleep, she threw a robe over her pajamas and went downstairs. She made herself a cup of tea and sat down at the table. Her mind trying to process the information it had just learnt. Going over it time after time. It still made sense. Who in the world could possibly invent a time machine, besides her. "You're agenius Bulma." She was actually going to make time travel possible. She thought of her dad. If only he could have seen it. He would have loved to work on that.

Her heart broke for her future son. And what world he had to grow up in. She laid a hand on her belly. "Let's hope we'll do better this time." She thought about the facts she knew, about what Goku and Piccolo told them. All the fighters die. Except for Gohan. Goku was supposed to die before the androids even show up. So that right there, would be the biggest change. They have an extra fighter. A super Saiyan. But what about Vegeta? Was he a Super Saiyan in the future? Because if he got killed as a Super Saiyan, then Goku might not fair much better. Come to think of it, her son was a Super Saiyan, and he could not beat them in the future. This could be even worse than she expected. She had been dreading the arrival of the androids, sure. But she had been feeling quite positive about the end results. They had three years to prepare. So, she figured that would give them an advantage. But maybe she had been too optimistic.

She had absolutely no doubt Vegeta was going to come back a Super Saiyan. But really, if they hadn't known about the androids, would he be doing anything differently? He'd still be training to become a Super Saiyan, so he could fight Goku. In fact, that really was, what he was doing now. The androids were just something to be dealt with first, but his beef was always with Goku. All this lead Bulma to the conclusion, that yes, Vegeta had most likely been a Super Saiyan in the other timeline.

It was crazy, how it hit her now. She had known about this for so long. But it hadn't really reached her, until now. A heavy feeling, settled in her stomach. A fear, for her baby boy. "My son. Thank you for warning us." It occurred to her that she didn't know his name. But...she was the one to come up with the name, right? So, shouldn't she know it by now? She hadn't really thought about names yet. What if she thought of a different one than her future self? Was that even possible? Was it set in stone? "Ugh, this is too much to comprehend. Even for me. Must've gone straight over Goku's head." She laughed. A sigh escaped her. Suddenly she was tired. She would go to sleep and go see Goku tomorrow. Ask him about that name. No sense in overthinking it, if she could just go and ask.

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"I actually can't believe you managed to keep it a secret Goku." Bulma said.

"What's that supposed to mean? I can keep a secret. I won't betray anyone's trust."

"I meant, that you didn't say something you shouldn't, by accident."

"Oh yeah, well I guess I have Piccolo to thank for that. Trunks actually instructed me not to say anything about our conversation at all. Piccolo made the judgement call to let you guys in on the android stuff. I was worried he said too much. I thought maybe Vegeta would be more focused on training than on you." He scratched the back of his head.

"He was. But with or without the knowledge of the androids, he'd be training like a madman to beat you. So there really wasn't much of a difference this time around, I think. "

"Right." Goku set a cup of tea on the table for Bulma and rummaged around in the pantries for something to eat. "Let's see, you must be hungrier, now that you're eating for two."

"You have no idea." She said, grabbing the cookies Goku had found. "Trunks is a very hungry boy."

Goku smiled sweetly at her. "So tell me, how did he take the news?"

"Not well." She sipped her tea.

"That's too bad. I'm sorry Bulma."

She shrugged. "I had it coming. Honestly I never really had any expectations. It's just...this little boy...he deserves a father."

Goku nodded. "And I still hope he will. At least he'll always have his silly uncle Goku."

Bulma's face went from smiling to almost crying. Goku gave her a weird look.

"Sorry, hormones. I go from happy to sad in a second. But I was just thinking, maybe he won't have any of you. If the future holds up."

"I know, it'll be different. It has to be. I don't want you to worry about that. Please take care of yourself, and baby Trunks."

Bulma smiled softly and stroked her round belly.

"You know, all of this is thanks to you, right? I get a fighting chance because you sent your son here. In a time machine that you made. I hope you know how valuable you are Bulma. You might not be on the battlefield with us, but you are...a hero."

Bulma felt awkward. "Uhm, thanks Goku."

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Vegeta was lying under a pile of rock. He was conscious but his body was unable to move. He had been giving it everything he had. He'd been close to death several times. How long had he been here? It felt like years. There was no day and night on the asteroid. He had no indication of time. He purposefully hadn't checked the dates on his ship. He didn't want that to affect his training. It would make him think of the androids, and the woman, and his child. And his mind should be thinking of one thing alone. His ascension. The darkness of the place had done what he'd hoped. It had taken him over. It engulfed him like a dark cloud and settled into his mind. It felt right.

After a while he noticed feeling coming back to his body. He dug himself out of the rocks, barely able to get to his feet. His breathing was labored. He was thirsty. How long had it been since he'd taken a break in the GR, have some food and water? It couldn't have been more than a week. Even a Saiyan needed to drink regularly.

It took him hours to get back to the GR. He was so weak that he hadn't been able to fly, so he stumbled across the rocky terrain to get back. After he downed a bottle of water he passed out on the floor. It would give his body the much needed rest, but it would not do the same for his mind. On the contrary. Nightmares of Kakarot and the young fighter, transforming into Super Saiyans before his very eyes. Taunting him, looking at him like he was nothing. Worthless. It was actually a growing feeling within himself. Eating away at his pride slowly. That he was worthless. He failed to defeat Kakarot, he failed with the Ginyu Force, he failed to defeat Frieza. He made the mistake of fathering a child, and he still was not a Super Saiyan. While awake, Vegeta could force away the doubt and self-loathing. But in his dreams, they were ever so present.

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"Aaah fuck this! Pfffff, pffffff."

"Oh my, you have quite the mouth on you honey."

"Shut up mom! I need to go to the hospital. Get the bag, it has everything I might need."

Moments later they were on their way, Bulma's mom behind the wheel. Bulma grabbed her phone. "I need Chi-Chi." She said.

"Aren't you going to call Yamcha, dear?"

"No."

She did not want him there for this. He had been very supportive throughout the pregnancy. The last month had been tough. She had felt so weak. Yamcha was there for her. But every day she could see the hurt in his eyes. At first, she had felt so guilty about that. Feeling bad for him. But later on in her pregnancy, it was getting very old, very fast. Honestly, like she didn't have enough to worry about. He was annoying her more than anything. Her growing discomfort no doubt had something to do with that. Combined with her fear of birthing a child. A Saiyan baby.

"Chi-Chi, it's happening. Can you meet me at the hospital?"

"Leaving right now. Does the doctor know you're coming?"

"yes."

"Ok, see you in a bit."

Yes, that's just what she needed. Someone strong, tough and to the point. And yet, very caring as well. She never really hit it off with Chi-Chi before. Or she hadn't spent much time with her, at least. But ever since her pregnancy, they became quite close. Chi-Chi had checked in on her regularly and given her great advice. Now she would be the one to be with her, during the most scary, intense and wonderful moment in her life. She was going to be a mom. Surely this time tomorrow, she would have a little baby, and nothing else would matter.

Her mind went where it shouldn't. Vegeta. She wondered what he was doing right in this moment. When she was about to give birth to his son. What could possibly be more important?

The past few weeks, Bulma had come to terms that she and Vegeta would never 'be' anything. Yes, she couldn't deny that she still got butterflies when she thought of him. And she was sure that seeing him in person, would do something to her as well. But that wasn't his fault. It wasn't his fault that she had fallen in love with him. She didn't even blame him for not being here for the birth of his son. Because frankly, the thought of him standing next to her bed, holding her hand and helping her through it, was more ...funny ...than anything was still enraged though, for one reason only. He had a son. And he should play a role in his life. Even if it would be in a very different way from the average father figure. And so, she still hoped that when he came back to fight the androids, he would take responsibility for the fact that he fathered a child. And be some kind of parent to him.

A few hours later she was lying in a hospital bed with Chi-Chi next to her. Hooked up to all kinds of machines. Her doctor seemed a little nervous. Of course he had only once before delivered a Saiyan baby. And yet that made him the most qualified person for the job.

Bulma was getting at a point where her contractions were building up in frequency and intensity. She was so exhausted already, and she knew the hardest part was yet to come.

"Aaaah dammit! C'mon kid, just get out of there already!"

"You heard the doctor, you're not dilated enough yet. Just keep huffing and puffing away those contractions Bulma, you can do it."

"I'm going to kill him, pffffff, pfffffff"

"What?" Chi-Chi asked.

"I swear, Vegeta's going to pay for this!"

"Oh yeah, of course honey." Chi-chi said in a patronizing tone. "I was saying the same thing about Goku when I was giving birth. But you'll forget the pain."

"I highly doubt that."

Chi-chi tapped her hand gently. "Everything will be ok."

At that point Bulma dropped her head in her pillow. "I don't feel so good."

Alarmbells started to go off, and the doctor and nurse came running in. Pushing Chi-chi to the side. "What's happening!?"

"BP's dropping. Miss Bulma, can you hear me?" He lifted up her eyelid and shined a light in her eye. "She's out. Something's wrong. Take her to the OR, we need to do an emergency c-section. This baby needs to come out now!"