Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Nothing Better ( Chapter 45 )

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~~~````` Chapter--Nothing Better
1. Tell me am I right to think that there could benothing better then making you my bride and slowly growing old together
I feel I must interject here, you're getting carried away,
feeling sorry for yourself with these revisions and gaps in history.So let me help you remember. I've made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear. I've prepared a lecture on why I have to leave
---Postal Service
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Relatives. Times like these, Vegeta actually liked the fact that all of his relatives had been burned to ashes. Damn. Why couldn't he train? What had he done to deserve such torture? He had paid attention to her these past few weeks. He had treated the brats with some sort of decency. He had even treated the pregnant female as if she was important. But here he was, forbidden to go to the GR (She had taken out the generator), forbidden to escape for her threats were bound to come true and the couch would be the only place he would be resting his body and the only time he would be able to see her in indecency would be if she went swimming. And the last one, which decided all of his fate for the remainder of the night, if he wanted something to eat, he would have to make it himself. How could she do that to him?

Vegeta rolled his eyes and growled upon hearing the greeting in high pitch voice that belonged to no other then the woman. He turned his eyes to watch Bulma embrace a female of gold hair. It was the old woman's sister, Bulma's first aunt. Apparently, the old Mrs. Briefs had five brothers and sisters, and they all had come to his bondage/wedding to Bulma years ago and now unfortunately they were back to witness the boy's marriage.

“Aunt Arianne and Uncle Satchel, how nice for you guys to come.”

The old woman's wrinkled, lifted for the fourth time face scrunched up in distaste after parting from her niece, “Yes well, no matter how appalled we were to hear about your first born, we could not miss our great-nephew's marriage.” Vegeta smirked upon watching Bulma's smile slowly fading. A big deep breath she released before switching to the man still standing, waiting in the elevator.

He stepped through, while dismantling his cape from around his neck and draping it over his arm while the other wrapped around his niece's shoulders, “Bulma, you cut your hair.” He touched it, pulling back to look at it more certainly, “I don't like it.”

“Sorry uncle.”

“You are a beauty still at your age, and after two children, you should not play with your appearance.”

Vegeta chuckled silently, the woman forcing her smile to stay, “Well, you know me, I'm wild.”

“Yes. Wild.” Annoyance sounded in his tone, “Where are your servants to take our coats?” He darted his cold brown eyes around the room, intentionally ignoring Vegeta.

“Uncle, you know I don't have servants.” Bulma took their coats and hats.

“Really Bulma, how could you do something so menial? So common?”

“I like my independence. Must get it from my father.”

“Certainly not from my sister. Where is she by the way?”

“She is at the store getting a few extra things for tonight's dinner.”

Wide eyes she turned to Bulma, “All by herself?”

Bulma smiled and nodded, “She does have two hands and feet. She is very capable.”

“But still, she must need someone to read the labels for her.” The couple chuckled royally. “Little Joke.” She mused.

Bulma gave a short emotionless laugh quickly snapping to Vegeta to growl silently between them. She stiffly walked over to him, “Aunt and Uncle you both remember Vegeta.”

Vegeta growled low in his throat. The old woman's eyes came and rested upon him and instantly a seductive smile grew on her lips, “Yes of course, how ever could I forget him.” She moved rhythmically, swaying her old hips till she stood before him, “Vegeta, it is so pleasant to see you again.” Vegeta gruffed but said nothing. “Still so quiet. The air of prince of course.” She licked her old lips, Vegeta had to keep himself from laughing hysterically. Her eyes moved down his body, stalling upon his chest and legs, and suddenly for the first time, the Sayian felt truly violated by the old woman.

Bulma thankfully saw it and moved before him, directly her aunt to the couch. The uncle however stayed beside Vegeta, “Vegeta, how has life been? Cheat on anybody lately?”

“Uncle! Won't you come sit?” Vegeta eyed the old man who glared at him but nodded and headed over to them.

“So,” Aunt Arianne spoke, “where is my great-nephew?”

“Right here.” Trunks smiled exited the elevator and running to embrace her.

“Oh my boy, you have gotten gorgeous. You take after your father in everyway.”

Uncle Satchel interrupted not liking the talk of his wife, “So child where is this girl you impregnated?” Trunks forced his smile, casting a glance over to his mother to make sure she kept her cool.

“My name is Trunks, Uncle.”

“I know, child. Don't blame me for it. The girl?”

“Her name is Nesa. And she is no girl. Nesa is getting ready. She's nervous about meeting my family.”

“No doubt. So tell me about her. How old is she? Fifteen? Sixteen? Is she still in high school or did she drop out like you?”

Vegeta smirked feeling his son's power escalate but the boy tried his best to keep pleasant. “I didn't drop out, Uncle. I just didn't need it. I have my parents' brilliance. And Nesa is twenty years old, and has finished with her college. After she gives birth she will be mom's new secretary.”

“Well, isn't that convenient ?”
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Vegeta tried to keep his humor under control but this dinner wasn't going nearly as planned. The twelve guests that were the old woman's family seemed to have many problems within them, causing drama to break out across the dinner table. The old man continued eating through all of it as if nothing serious was going on around him and the old woman was just smiling away with wonderful delight. But Aunt Arianne and Aunt Zulal were fighting still about who's foundation was better. Uncle Trilk and Uncle Long were arguing about who's business would reach world domination first. Uncle Hong, Aunt Malea, Aunt Tangi, and Uncle Ling were in deep discussion on who's child will be the next emperor. Bulma held her head in her hand, her position for the last ten minutes before hauling herself from the dinner table and stomping away to the playroom, slamming the door. The fighting instantly stalled, “What's the matter with her?” Questioned Aunt Arianne.

Vegeta left the table also, ignoring the eyes upon him, finding his mate sitting on a chair with her head in her lap. Vegeta folded his arms across his chest and waited. “They are all so fucked up it's unbelievable.” She whimpered. “All of the money they speak of that they so called earned and had turned them all into total fucking snobs is all because of my father! He is too damn generous to those stupid people, it's disgusting. Thank Kami they didn't bring their children!” And her anger faded and she lifted her head to smile, “I think Aunt Arianne has the hots for you.” Vegeta rolled his eyes as if saying `Who doesn't?' “All right. Let's go back in there.”

They sat down, Bulma smiled reassuring taking a wine glass in her hand, “A toast.” She announce, everyone quickly lifting their glasses. “To future bride and groom, Mr. And Mrs. Trunks Briefs.” Their glass clung against each other, Vegeta the only outcast that continued eating through the whole ordeal.

Aunt Arianne spoke up after sipping her wine, “Yes, no matter the disappointment and lack of future you have now, I wish all the best. You could have been the next world leader if you wanted, and could have chosen whoever you wished but sometimes life throws us people that get in our way and the only thing we can do is make the best of it. And you certainly have down so.”

Vegeta eyed the boy, feeling his ki increase to almost a threatening level however the tight smile on his features never faltered. “Thank you, Aunt. Very kind of you to say.” The glass shattered in his hand, Vegeta bowed his head to keep his humor from anyone's eyes. Bulma quickly cleaned up the mess, “Sorry mom.” He whispered.

Uncle Satchel, obviously couldn't keep his mouth closed either. “Yes, Nesa, was it? Where are your parents? Shouldn't they be here?”

“My parents, don't really approve of this.”

“Well, of course not, who really does? It's an outrage for children to have children. But I guess our Trunks only had his mother and father to learn from. You know what they say, father like son.”

“Uncle, please. Be nice.” Trunks whispered patiently. Vegeta however was glaring full hatred at the human ready to pound the man's face in. Trunks saw his mother gently touch Vegeta's hand but he instantly ripped it away though his father's ki lowered to some extend.

“What? I'm just stating a few facts. There's no harm in that. Vegeta ruined Bulma's life, and now she's ruining yours. It is obvious with how you turned out that Vegeta screwed you up.”

Vegeta was just about to get on his feet however was stalled by Nesa, throwing her chair back and glaring at the man, “Listen closely. I love Trunks and he loves me. Yes, it was accident but you know what, I'm glad it happen because now I get to spend my whole life with a man that loves me.”

“He's not a man, he's a child.”

“He's more man then you. You sit there and criticize but you have no idea how strong he is, and how well he is handling this. You would fold underneath such pressure. You have no right to say such horrible things to him or me, you don't know anything about us. Trunks is a wonderful person, and all he tells me day in and day out is how perfect he feels with me. So I ruined nothing. Just as Vegeta ruined nothing with Bulma, if anything it made them happier. And now their going on twenty years of their life together, so don't tell me anything was ruined for them. I can only dream to have what they have with the man I love. I understand Trunks’ need to have you all there, but if you continue to hurt my fiancée, I will dis-invite you, and believe Trunks would do anything to make me happy. Because he loves me. You don't deserve to be there but for him I will allow you but one more thing and I swear to you, you are off the guest list. Now please excuse me, but I suddenly lost my appetite.” Nesa quickly left to the elevator.

Trunks pulled back his chair and quickly hurried after her. Bulma took a sip of her wine and sat back in her chair, watching her family's reactions. “Well that was certainly unnecessary.” Commented Uncle Ling.

“Must be her hormones from the baby.” Aunt Zulal whispered. “She should take medicine for that.”

Uncle Satchel added, “She's got a temper.”

“And Trunks just went off without even excusing himself. Such bad manners but I guess there is little to expect from him.” Aunt Arianne put in.

Bulma's father stood up, “Who's ready for desert?”
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Bulma gently knocked on the bedroom door, hearing allowance and stepped in finding Trunks lying with Nesa asleep in his arms. “How is she?”

“She's calmed down. It took a lot out of her.” He whispered, gently running his fingers through her black hair. His other hand resting gently on her large stomach. “She cried and screamed at me for fifteen minutes before I was finally able to get her to lie down.”

“They aren't going to change, Trunks.”

“I know. I should have warned Nesa before about them, but she was all ready nervous about meeting them, I didn't want to make it impossible to get her to come out of her room.”

“I can send them away. It won't hurt me any.”

“If Nesa wants it then all right but I know this is important to grandpa and grandma. Grandma hadn't seen her family in a while and it makes her happy. Well, she's always happy but I don't know, I just feel that she fits in with them. No matter how different she is from all of them.”

“Yeah, she does love her side of the family. But she loves you more and would do anything to please you, Trunks.”

“I know, but now it's my turn to be collective and patient, just like she had been with me over the years. I want them to stay for her.”

Bulma smiled and leaned down to kiss her son's forehead. “Have I told you lately how proud I am of you?”

“Yes, but it still is nice to hear.” His eyes widened suddenly, “Mom, come here. The baby's kicking.” He felt all along her bulge, grinning to the extreme watching his mother touch.

“This the first time, you felt it?” He nodded, kissing his fiancé's forehead. “You're really happy huh?”

His blue eye glistened, “Couldn't be more.” He whispered, eyes watching his little woman. She groaned and twisted. Her hands going to her stomach unconsciously.

Bulma sat on the bed, “You know, the first time your father felt Bra kick, we were lying in bed also. And he totally freaked out. He thought the baby was trying to get out. He was more then ready to take me to the hospital. I was laughing which made him all the more angry. After I explained it all he left and wouldn't talk to me for a week.”

“Dad left so many times, I always thought it was because of your guys fights. I guess not everything was always so bad..”

“You want to know something else? I just had you, and he returned from space. We fought more then anything but there was this one moment, where our screams didn't matter. I took you in my arms and breast fed you, and your father for the life of him couldn't figure out what I was doing. I think he thought I was trying to suffocate you or something. He almost tried to rip you from my arms. But I had to explain to him, and he was fascinated. Disgusted but amazed nonetheless. That was our breaking point. You helped us on many occasions to forget about our stupid arguments and just find the perfection in our messed up lives.”

“Did…Did you guys ever regret having me?”

Bulma smiled, “Never once. In the beginning, Vegeta was so lost. He's father had destroyed him beyond repair, so the word father was a total loss to him. He didn't know how to treat you or what to do, what not to do with you. But I swear to you, I was cleaning up his room, we still had separate rooms after you were born, and while I was cleaning, I found baby books underneath his mattress. `How to be a father' was one of them.” Trunks laughed in whisper careful not to disturb his woman. “How he got them don't ask me. But I think he did a pretty good job. He may not have known it but he loved you from the first time he saw you. If you could have seen his fright when I breast fed you, you would understand how I knew he'd always love you. And no matter how much you changed our lives, he never even thought of you as a regret. And believe me, Vegeta knew regret.” Trunks smiled and nuzzled her palm when it rested on his cheek.

Nesa groaned and twisted. Her eyes slowly pulling open meeting the blue eyes of her husband. “Hi,” she whispered kissing his lips softly before finding Bulma smiling upon her, “I'm sorry, Bulma. I really did try not to blow up at them. I guess this baby makes my patience a bit low.”

“They had it coming. But you got to start packing up. We got to go to Chi-Chi’s.”

“Do I have to go?”

“Yes, it’s bad luck to stay. Besides, I think Mr. Trunks here has a party tonight.”

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Vegeta mused himself, analyzing the party from the corner table while males around him were engrossed in the typical topics. Mostly of girls, parties they've been too, and collage related conversations. Things Vegeta cared less for hence the reason he stayed to himself. His eye roamed the layout of the club, candles hung on the wall lighting the party room. Tables packed full of food lined the walls, chairs surround tables were only a few sat while everyone else mingled with the rest. He caught view of what he searched for, his son laughing alongside of Goten and a few other males surrounded him with drinks in there hand. The room was full of college bound males and high school graduates.

Kakarot now heading in his direction, a grin on his face. The overly large man stood next to him with crossed arms. “Great party, huh? Trunks looks like he's having a great time.” Goku didn't expect a response and his smile never vanished.

Vegeta eyed the Sayian for a moment before he shook his head mentally. He looked out over the crowd again and found his son's eyes upon him. His smile was wide and his eyes were bright. He waved enthusiastically. Vegeta nodded and watched the man go back about his business. “Tell me, Kakarot. What is the point of this party?”

“It's a bachelor party, Vegeta. It's where everyone celebrates the final night Trunks is a bachelor. Even though he still has three more days to go. I don't really know why they do that, it has something to do with drinking too much and not waking up in the morning. But I don't know, Chi-Chi didn't really explain it good. It's still unbelievably he's getting married. But then I was his age when I was married to Chi-Chi, so it's not too weird. I remember mine. Kind of. You didn't have one did you? That's right you wouldn't let us.” Goku continued to speak but Vegeta rolled his eyes and was luckily able to pull himself away from the man's annoying conversation.

Vegeta's eyes slit when the movements of all males quickened, and he quickly found his son who was at the moment being escorted to a chair that sat in the center of the room. They were all laughing and Trunks seemed to be struggling to get away. Only playfully, so Vegeta stayed were he was however on guard to jump the humans if they planned something evil for his heir.

The forty males that filled the room encircled Trunks who pleaded but stayed put. And soon music began to play and whoops and yelps were emitting from the half drunken males. “What is happening, Kakarot?” Vegeta straightened his stance against the doorway.

“I don't know, Vegeta. I'm trying to remember what they did at my bachelor party. First there was food, gifts, drinking, and then… Huh…there was one more thing.” Vegeta rolled his eyes in annoyance, the crowd was parting, allowing Vegeta to see into the crowd and at once find a naked woman strutting up to his son. In that instant both pure-blood Sayians turned their backs. “Oh yeah.” Goku let out a nervous laugh, “A stripper.”

Vegeta closed his eyes but the female was still before him. His mate's going to kill him if she finds out. “Kakarot--”

“If you don't say anything. I won't say anything.”

“Deal.” Quickly they both left the room.
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“Dad?” Vegeta lifted his eyes from his glass of water, finding his son standing in the doorway, smiling shyly.

“Why aren`t you asleep boy?” He questioned the boy, who now came to sit at the kitchen bar with him.

“I don't know. Nervous I guess.” Trunks swatted away a few strands of his lavender hair leaning forward in his chair to rest his arms on the table. “I wanted to thank you.” Vegeta's eyes snapped up from the crystal once again to gaze at the boy in question. “The wedding's fourteen hours. And no matter how you think you did trivial things to help with it, you've done a lot, and I appreciate it. I don't think I would have made it this far if you hadn't set me straight.” Vegeta snorted blowing the whole compliment off like it meant nothing but Trunks only smiled wider. “And thank you for tonight. I know Nesa's thanked you like a thousand times but thanks for being okay with walking her down the aisle. I thought the whole thing was going to be called off considering how upset she was about her father, so thank you for doing that.”

“I'm your father boy, you do not need to thank me for anything. So stop this pathetic shit.” Vegeta growled hating how sentimental the boy was getting.

Trunks laughed lightly. “Sorry, Dad. I'm just…I'm just completely happy at the moment and I feel like being all emotional. Plus the alcohol that’s in me. I'll get over it.” The boy leaned back and took a quick swig of his drink. “Can I ask you something?” Vegeta snuffed in response. “Were you scared about getting married? Nervous?”

Vegeta crossed his arms over his cotton clad chest staring at his child for a moment before tilting his head to the side. “You haven't marked her.”

Trunks frowned, dropping his head, allowing his hair to pile before his eyes. “No. I still kind of don't trust her yet. I want too. Like a lot. But I have doubts. Like what if she doesn't want to be with me for the rest of her life? It's easy for humans to just walk away but for me, for Sayians… I mean you said so yourself Sayians take life mates. I just don't want her to be obligated to be with me.”

“Is that not what human marriage is?”

“But there is such a thing as divorce. With marking, I can't just erase it, you know?” Vegeta nodded in understanding. “Man.” He sighed, “Tomorrow I'll be married.” He glanced his blue eyes at his father. “Did Sayians have any ceremonies for something like this?”

Vegeta shocked looked over at the boy. Interest was the only thing held in his eyes. Vegeta took a deep swig of his water, looking down at the marble counter. “I.” He swallowed. “I do not know. For Royals there is such a ceremony but for lower classes, I have never learned of them.”

“Well, I'm royalty, Right?”

Vegeta snorted, “Of course boy.”

“So tell me about the royal ceremony. I don't need to know of the lower classes.”

Vegeta looked upon his son, astounded that the boy wanted to know about his culture. He couldn't understand why it meant something to him. It was making him uneasy, so he did the only thing he could to, “No point. Go to bed, boy.”

“I can't. Nesa's not there with me. I hate this stupid separation before the wedding crap.”

“I remember all too well. Never will I go through it again.”

“I kind of remember the wedding. I think I was three.”

“Memories that should be forgotten.” He mumbled.

“Why aren't you asleep?” Vegeta took a deep drink, and Trunks knowingly smiled, “Because mom's gone too? Haha, Dad, you're in deeper than I thought.”

Vegeta growled, “Shut up, boy, if you wish to marry tomorrow with two working legs.”

“Okay, okay, sorry. Didn't mean to step on any toes.” Trunks sighed, running his hands through his hair. “I can't wait to see her tomorrow. Having a baby grow inside her just makes her all the more gorgeous to me. And it's my baby. I don't know, it still hadn't clicked yet. When did you start feeling like a dad?” Vegeta rolled his eyes, “Please dad. I mean is it normal for me to not really feel like a dad? Nesa said she all ready feels like a mom. I just don't understand.”

“You are asking me if it is normal?” Vegeta chuckled.

“Come on, Dad. Please.”

Vegeta sighed. “You were three. A few months after your mother forced me to do that stupid ceremony. We were fighting.”

“Nothing new there.”

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“Vegeta, you spend all of your fucking time in the GR! Why can't you just spend a few minutes with your son!”

“Woman, I will do what I please!”

“Don't you walk away from me! Trunks wants you to be with him! Do you know what he asked me the other day! He asked me if you hated him! Trunks shouldn't even know that word! And especially ask it about his father!”

“It is not my fault that the brat spends all of his time in front of that stupid human contraption!”

“Well, he wouldn't have to if you would show some interest in his life!”

“Mommy! Daddy!” Trunks yelled from afar.

“Not now Trunks! Me and your father are having a discussion! Vegeta, stop walking away from us and be a part of this family!”

“I am a fucking Sayian, woman! I will never be human!”

“What the hell does that have to do with anything! I don't care if you're not human! The fact is Vegeta, you are a father so start acting like it!”

“Mommy! Daddy! Look at me!”

“Trunks I said--”

“Watch me fly!”

Bulma ran from the playroom, Vegeta following carelessly behind, his eyes going to the top of the house and the woman's sight quickly following. “Trunks! Get down here!” She screamed in fright.

“I fly like daddy!”

“No!” But it was too late, Trunks jumped from the top balcony on the fifth floor. “Vegeta!” Her husband was all ready gone, catching the child nearly seconds before he would have hit the ground at zero strength.

“Boy! What the hell were you thinking!” Vegeta growled landing on his feet and dropping the child to the ground.

Trunks instantly began crying, picking himself up to rub his small fists against his eyes. “I just wanted to fly like you daddy, so you'd like me.”

Bulma came over, wrapping her child up in her arms but he pushed her away, shoulders shaking. She looked up at him, “See, Vegeta? What do you have to say for yourself?”

Vegeta rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and began strutting down the steps of the deck. When he didn't hear the little footprints of his son, he turned arrogantly, “Well, boy are you coming?” Trunks swollen eyes squinted in his confusion. “Do you want to learn to fly or not?” Instantly a smile appeared and he quickly waddled after his dad.

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“That's how you knew? Three years after I was born?”

“As I said. You will not find normal with me, boy.”

“I hope it doesn't take me three years.” Trunks stalled again, blush apparent suddenly on his cheeks. Vegeta rolled his eyes, taking a quick drink. “Dad. I was wondering. Remember when my knee was bad and you did something to ease the pain.” Vegeta nodded. “Well, does that work for other things?”

“Such as?”

“Well, Nesa complains that she's in discomfort or pain sometimes because of the baby, is it possible to use what you did for that?” Vegeta nodded. “Can you teach me how?”

“It's easy, boy. You transfer your ki into the part that is damaged, making it stronger.”

“That's it?” Vegeta nodded. “Oh. Okay.” Trunks leaned back in his seat staring down at the place mat in deep thought. Vegeta stared at the young man trying to figure out what was processing so hard in that advanced brain of his. This conversation wasn't going as bad as he thought it would. “Dad?” Vegeta grunted. “Do Sayians love?”

So much for the conversation going well. “What a stupid question.” Vegeta scoffed as he rose from his seat grabbing a few of his plates and dropping them in the sink. He sighed mentally, turning to lean his backside up against the counter with crossed arms and feet, glaring at his son who inquisitively stared back. “Why do you ask that?”

“Well,” Trunks flicked a few strands of lavender hair back, trying to keep steady eye contact with his father. “I just…you're not known to really showing any kind of feeling toward mom. Ever since I could remember you two only really fight when together in public. Sometimes I thought you just stayed because of me. Because I was an accident. I know that's not true now, since Bra and everything but those eleven years in between us were a bit of a hint. And Kakarot, well, he likes everybody but he never once showed any affection to Chi-Chi either. So I don't really know if Sayians love.”

Vegeta gazed at his son with narrowed eyes, biting his cheek in concentration. Trunks was right. Neither have showed any sort of emotion toward their mate in public. Trunks' only insight on Sayian culture were the two of them so he had a right to question. “It is different for Sayians. Love is not our concept. I never heard of the word till this world. Marking I figure would be a substitution for human love. However we see affection as a weakness to show emotions before people. It is no ones' business to see what should be said or done privately.”

Trunks dropped his head, his purple hair falling forward hiding his eyes that were flicking up to his own then back to his lap before rising again, “Do…Do you love mom?”

Vegeta's brows knitted, muscles twitching feeling insulted by that question. It wasn't like it was any of the child's business anyway! Why should he need to answer that? He doesn't! Then why does he feel like he should? Vegeta tightened his cheek muscles before lifting his hand to the side of his collar and pulling it away, “Do you see this mark?” Trunks' eyes scanned for a moment then he nodded, “Then that answers your question.”

Trunks watched as his father walked out of the kitchen and out on the balcony, jumping down. A small smile approached his lips.
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“How do I look?” Trunks smirked at his mother who stood in the doorway with tears in her blue skies.

“Like a Prince.”

“I can't believe you got the crowns within five hours.” His mother, in a maroon silk dress that draped her form; a slit to her knee in the front while the back trailed along in her path, stepped in to gently touch his lavender hair and adjust the gold crown that circled his head. “Did Dad get his yet?”

“Not yet.” She smiled when her son cautiously fiddled with her silver crown, touching the glittering beads that dangled across her forehead. “You are so gorgeous.” She whispered, directing his forehead down to her lips where she kissed him just a whisper.

“So are you mom.” He kissed her cheek, “Dad are going to come in?” Trunks looked up to find his father leaned against the doorway. He smiled. “So you did give it to him.” Noticing the larger, more defined crown that encircled his flaming hair. Vegeta gave a small smirk.

“It's time.” Bulma announced quickly exited to go see the bride-to-be.

Trunks smiled. His father dressed in Sayian armor with PV in red Sayian dialect on the corner of his breast plate. The sword his mother had given the full-blood dangled in it's holder on his side. The blood red cape draped behind him. Trunks had almost the exact same thing but his cape was navy and crown a bit smaller. And the lettering instead was PT.

Vegeta approved it with a nod of his head. His boy would have made a fine ruler. It bothered him more as he stared upon the boy. Such a shame that his son would never know the Sayian inhereitance that flowed inside of him. “Go.” Vegeta ordered and the boy smiled brightly and quickly darted out of the room.

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If this wasn't the most boring thing in the whole damn universe, Vegeta didn't know what was. He was propped against the wall in the dark, watching the two hundred guests, mostly Bulma's employers and Trunks' friends, all mingle together in a huge ball room. Tables were situated and some people sat and talked, some stood and talked, some danced and talked, some eat and talked. Will this stupid thing ever end!

What was the point of this reception thing anyway?

Vegeta's black eyes darted across the room, easily finding his son and now daughter-in-law dance in the center of the floor, whispering words into each other's ear and kissing delicately continuously. The girl had changed into a shorter, tighter dress, easier to move. His own mate had also changed into a less draping outfit.

He scanned the room now for her, last seeing her chatting proudly about her son and his pregnant new wife. Catching the black dress she wore, his eyes slit. She was dancing with that jackass that stole her purity. Vegeta growled lowly, scaring the human that had just recently past. The anger kept his smirk away.

Whatever happened to personal space! They bodies were touching in more places then he cared to witness. His hand was on her hip, way too close to her ass. They talked wildly to one another, he couldn't understand their lips so he could only expect that that fucking human moron was hitting on his damn mate. And Bulma was just as close to him willingly, laughing at his flirtation.

Though this made Vegeta's ki rise to almost Super Sayian, and though he wanted to slam his fist right through that weakling's heart. He stayed put. He would not cause a scene. Bulma had threatened him.

…..But since when did the Sayian no Oujin listen to that creature?

Vegeta pushed himself off the wall, nearly running over the people that had the nerve to step foot in front of him and gripped his female's arm, ignoring her shocked yelp when yanked out of Yamcha's embrace. Vegeta barred his teeth, putting his woman behind him to stand directly in the path of the fool.

Yamcha quickly put his hands up in defense, “Just dancin' Vegeta.”

Bulma punched his arm, glaring at him but still he refused to take his eyes off the human. “Damn it, Vegeta what did I tell you?” She forced through clench teeth as to not yell or make a ruckuss in front of so many people. “We were just dancing. Damn it, he's married, I'm married, do you really think that I would do anything with him? I'm trying to have fun. And since you won't dance with me, I will dance with whomever I want.”

“He was touching you.” Vegeta growled, his muscle tensing.

“Yea well, dancing requires it.” Bulma gripped her husband's hand, yanking on it with more then not all of her strength but he just ripped it away from her. When he finally removed his eyes from the nervous fool, Vegeta only saw the backside of his woman as she stomped away. Not that it wasn't a bad sight, but it truly was a bad sign.

Vegeta followed her out to the balcony where she pouted. He leaned against the entryway, glaring fircely at the people around him, as if daring them to come out on this balcony while the woman and him argue.

“You know,” Her shaking voice caught his attention. Her back was to him which considerably annoyed for he so enjoyed the fire in her eyes during her raging moments. “Almost twenty years, we've been married.” Why weren't the words hurting his eardrums? But yet again as she had been during the Epeon disaster, she did not yell or scream or stomp. She just spoke with defeat on the tip of her lips. “And in all of that time, you have still refused to trust me.” Bulma turned to him catching his emotionless face and annoyed eyes. “I have done everything I possibly could. But still, there is just no winning with you is there? Am I not allowed to have one bit of fun, Vegeta? Do you know how many times I get to go out with my friends and just have a good time and not feel the guilt? In the beginning, when we first got married. I used to go out once a month. Just to get away and revitalize my strength. And then I would come home, and you would ignore me for weeks. Just to punish me. So I narrowed it down to once year. But as the marriage continued to gain years, I was shut out of the world because my husband can't trust me. And do not give me that crap that it's not me, it's them. I've heard that way too often. You won't even let me go out with female workers. `Let me.'” Bulma stalled in her own words. And then a smile approached, bitter laughter soon followed. “Let me! That is so completely pathetic! I have to ask my husband for permission to allow me go out with friends.” She buried her head in her hands for only a moment, “Do you not understand yet, Vegeta? I need some time away every once and awhile. And yes they have to be with other people. Chi-Chi hates having fun. Can't go with Goku. Can't go with Yamcha. Can't go with all the guys I know. Can't even go out with the women I know. And don't even think that I would go out with my parents.” Her anger soon rose against staring at him but it was controlled as if being weighted down by her tears. “Why don't you trust me?”

Vegeta barred his white fang, pushing himself from the wall. He faced her directly, even taking a few steps to be in whispered distance. “And yet again,” The way his words etched with so much malice, Bulma unconsciously took a step back, “you ignore who I am. And yet again. I will remind you. I am Sayian. It has nothing to do with trust. You are mine. Either deal with that. Or leave.” He had challenged her. And if Bulma was anyone, she always took the bait. Her back tightened and looking straight into his void eyes, she simply walked past him.