Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fire and Ice ❯ A forever kind of love ( Epilogue )

AN: And the story goes on! To everyone who wanted more!

Disclaimer: Shh, you know it's not my show.

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~Mom, how did you and Dad get together?~

Bulma peered at her son from under her sunglasses. She smiled at this question, but it intrigued her because her son had never shown interest in the subject before. It probably hadn't crossed his mind.

~Why are you asking, Trunks?~

~Well, I'm doing this English project about love - the teacher assigned it to us since it's almost Valantine's day. I have to write an essay on how you and dad got together.~

As if on cue, Vegeta appeared by the pool with towel in hand. He looked over at his wife and son, grunting as an acknowledgment of their presence. Poised at the edge of the pool, he peered in it as if searching for something.

~What are you looking at Vegeta?~

~I don't want to swim in this fake ocean if it has that cleanser in it.~

~The chlorine gets rid of the dirt, Vegeta. Wouldn't you rather have a clean fake ocean?~

~Not if it smells like that foul crap!~

Trunks sighed. He didn't understand how they stayed with each other all those years, but they have. And they're even expecting another child to prove it.

Vegeta gave up and dove in, relishing the cold water as a relief from all that training.

~So anyway mom, how did you?~

Bulma turned her attention back to her son, but her eyes were dreamy. Surely he had missed a secret signal, Trunks thought. Why else was she so mushy looking?

~Vegeta!~ Bulma cried to her Prince who was in the middle of doing laps.

He immediately stopped and glared at her.

~What now?~

Bulma pouted at his gruff tone, but she knew that love mingled within it.

~Tell Trunks how we got together.~

Vegeta turned red. ~Don't they teach the kids that at school?! Isn't it a wellness topic?!~

Bulma flushed in return, and Trunks made a face. ~Not THAT Vegeta! How we got together as a couple!~

Vegeta rolled his eyes and growled.

~I'd rather you save the brat a screwed up story. I was NOT myself.~

~That's because I was you and you were me. But not in the end!~

By now, Trunks was very confused. He looked back and forth between his parents and his waiting notepad. Vegeta and Bulma were eyeing each other.

~Trunks, go to your room.~ growled Vegeta.

~Yeah. Listen to your father.~

~But my essay!~

~It can wait.~

Trunks grimaced and ran back inside Capsule Corp., while his parents kept their eyes on each other.

~I don't know how I stayed with you all these years, woman.~

~Shut up Vegeta. You know you can't live without me.~

He smiled, a real, beautiful smile.

~I love you.~ he whispered into her ear, and she giggled.

They were both unaware of Trunks spying on them from his bedroom window. He grinned happily, and knew that however they found each other, it was probably as perfect as that moment by the pool.

This scene was something he remembered for the rest of his life.