Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Recovery ❯ Recovery ( One-Shot )

Recovery

By: Kyra Briefs

kyra_briefs@hotmail.com

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< br> Vegita sighed deep as his eyes opened to the new day. He was happy to be back home - away from the psychotic woman and that wossy child. And… Kakorott… capable of intelligent thought? He shook his head. It was like a bad dream, but one look at himself told otherwise.

A few days had passed, and he was not getting any better. He still found it impossible to stomach anything. Then again, with Bulma's cooking… he couldn't help but smirk at the remark.

"Vegita, you awake?"

Vegita grunted in response, looking over to Bulma who had just entered the room with a sandwich. Hunger provoked him, although he knew the consequences of eating it. He found throwing up afterwards was worse than not eating anything at all.

Bulma sat the meal down by him. "I can't believe this Vegita… but I have to go out of town today. I really don't want you to have to watch Trunks, so I invited Goku-"

"Woman, I can take care of the brat!" Vegita hissed once Goku's name was spoken. "I don't need Kakorott to do it!"

"But Vegita-"

"I'm not a weakling, woman!" Vegita continued. "I can handle the boy!"

Bulma sighed. "Are you sure, Vegita?"

Vegita gave a nod.

"All right, Vegita… but if you need anything, or if anything happens, please don't hesitate to call me!"

"There will be no need for that," Vegita declared.

Nodding, Bulma leaned down and kissed him deeply on the lips. "Love you," she said, then walked out, giving one last concerned look over at Vegita.

Vegita sighed deep as he leaned back on his bed. `What in Hell have I gotten myself into?' he thought.

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After a few minutes, the Prince exited his quarters and headed downstairs where he could feel Trunks's ki. He followed his ki signature into the kitchen… where he stopped dead in his tracks.

Three Trunks stood in a massacre of pots and pans - cereal, milk, juice, and other un-namable articles of food strewn across the floor. The boy kept slipping and sliding as he attempted to rise to his feet, his cloths soaked. He grabbed onto anything that would aid him, and his hands fell on the table's cloth… and there went all the thing s on the table, including a bowl of applesauce which plopped down nicely onto the boy's head, the applesauce dripping down his ears.

"Trunks!" Vegita hollered.

Trunks looked up, fear gripping his face. "I-I'm sorry, Dad!" he choked out. "I was just hungry, and I accidentally dripped the mil and I slipped on it and ran into the counter where several bowls of cereal fell along with the juice, then I went to get a towel but then I slipped again and ran into the fridge and everything poured out but I closed it and-"

Vegita had interrupted the boy as he entered the kitchen, grabbing him by his gi and holding him above the mess, the bowl of applesauce falling from his head and breaking on the floor. "You're filthy!" Vegita sneered, his nose held up in the air with disgust. "Go take a bath!" With those words, he tossed him to the floor.

"Y-yes sir," Trunks cried and, slipping and sliding, made his way out the door and upstairs to the bathroom.

Vegita flew over the filth below him, wondering why his son hadn't just used his ki to avoid such a mess. He grunted. He was probably having the time of his life!

When Vegita had touched down on the dry surface outside the kitchen, he pressed a button off to the side. Within a fraction of a second about a dozen helper robots came out to clean up the mess. It was a good thing too, Vegita mused, because right at that time he felt like he was going to pass out. He made his way to the couch where he collapsed on it, finally happy to get a moment's rest. His eyes became heavy ,and before he knew it he had fallen asleep.

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When Vegita awoke, he felt heavy, like somebody was sitting on him. He looked up and sure enough, there was Trunks, plopped down right on his waist, staring at him. He growled in irritance.

"Papa… are you… dying?" the boy choked out.

Vegita blinked. He didn't expact that.

"Because you look like you're dying, you're so thin and I heard… I was on the phone talking to Goten and I heard Goku say that Mama told him she was afraid… because if you didn't eat something soon… you would die," the boy wailed.

Vegita cursed Kakorott's loud mouth underneath his breath.

Trunks sniffed. "Please don't die Papa!" Trunks begged. "I don't want you to go!" And suddenly, without warning, he wrapped his arms tight around his father's neck, crying hysterically.

Vegita jumped at first, startled at this outburst, but slowly settled, placing a hand hesitantly around the boy. "I'm not going to die Trunks" he murmured to him. "And I have no intention of leaving you or your mother, ok?"

Trunks nodded, burying his head deep into his father's chest, his body rippled with sobs. Slowly, his body stopped shaking, leaving both him and Vegita exhausted. And that's how they fell asleep, father and son.

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"Vegita… Vegita…"

Vegita's eyes opened, and his face fell upon Bulma. She stared down at him with worried eyes.

"Vegita, are you all right?" she asked.

Vegita looked down where his son had slept, and saw him to be missing. What if something happened to him while he was asleep? "Trunks-"

"He's up in his room," Bulma said. She sighed, taking a seat at the edge of the couch. "He falled me up and… told me he couldn't feel your ki. So Goku brought me here."

Vegita sneered as he looked to the left. He thought he'd felt that fools' ki here.

"Uh, hi Vegita," Goku said, as though he couldn't think of anything else to say.

Vegita struggled to get up so as to punch Goku in the face and tell him to get lost, but found the task impossible. He felt so heavy and weak, and his chest ached as though Kakorott were pounding him at the ascended level of Super Saiyan. He fell back, his breath coming out harsh and raspy. He round that unless he did something quick, he wouldn't survive past the night. He would die… There was no way in Hell he wanted Trunks and Bulma to see him like this, though he knew a thousand Shenlongs couldn't stop Bulma. But Trunks…

"Kakorott," Vegita choked out. He found it was getting incredibly hard to talk.

"Yea, Vegita?"

Vegita flinched from the pain welling up in his chest. "Take Trunks… to spend the night at your house. I don't… want him to see me… like this."

Tears welled up in Bulma's eyes.

"Sure Vegita," Goku replied. "No problem." With those words, he raced upstairs. Within a minute he exited, holding Trunks tight with his right arm. Trunks was yelling, kicking, and screaming, demanding to be let go.

"No! No! Let me go!" Trunks hollered, powering up to his maximum. "I want to be with my Dad! I want to see Dad!"

Vegita cringed at those words. There his son was, crying out for him… it bothered him more than he cared to admit.

"Vegita, Bulma, if you need anything, tell me, ok?"

Bulma nodded. "Thank you, Goku."

Goku nodded back and said a farewell and good luck before going out the door.

Bulma turned to Vegita. "Vegita, please tell me you're not…"

Vegita just closed his eyes.

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When Vegita opened his eyes, he found that Bulma was gone. Now, a sweet smell of hot soup filled the area. It startled Vegita for a moment until it all finally made sense. He must have passed out. Funny, he didn't remember it.

Vegita attempted to sit up, but found the task as difficult as before. Whether he liked it or not, he was glued to the couch.

Bulma came in just then, wearing attire that could appeal to any horny man. Her see-through longere hugged her figure nicely and hung loose from her bod, opening up to reveal half of her breasts. Before her were two robots carrying the delicious soup.

Smiling seductively, Bulma took up a spoon and took some of the soup in her mouth. She then crawled onto Vegita, her breasts now hanging out completely from her longere. She brought his lips to hers, kissing him deep and letting the hot liquid to flow into his mouth and down his throat.

Vegita licked his lips in approval, a bit of the soup making it's way down his mouth. "Tasty," he commented.

Bulma smirked, and playfully bit his upper lip. "That was just the appetizer," she whispered into his ear. "It's now time for the main course." With that, Bulma promptly ripped off the only article of clothing on her, revealing herself completely to Vegita.

The Prince's eyes glistened. `If this is what dying is like,' he thought, `maybe I should blow up the gravitron on a regular basis.'

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The sun shone in through the windows of Capsule Corp, radiating with energy and burning into the tired Prince's eyes. Vegita cringed as he woke, last night's eventful moments still fresh in his mind.

He glanced at the sleeping beauty before him, and rested his head next to hers. Instinctively, Bulma moaned in her sleep and lied her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around him.

Vegita sighed deep as he noticed the clean floor. Bulma's robots must have taken care of the mess, he figured. He smirked. And what a mess it was. He must have downed at least 20 bowls of soup that night. "You're quite a woman," he murmed to her sleeping form.

Then suddenly, it hit. Vegita shot forward, falling off the couch and hitting the floor on his hands and knees. His right hand reached up to grasp his chest which felt like it was about to explode, and gagging noises came from his throat.

Bulma stirred awake at the noise and, seeing what was happening, immediately made her way onto the floor next to her husband. "No Vegita, please no!" she gasped. "Don't throw up!" She pushed his back up against the couch and pushed her lips to his, her hands caressing his burning chest.

Vegita's body shook vibrantly, heaving the with desire to extract his life. However, Bulma held firm, her lips glued to his. Slowly, his body calmed and finally stopped heaving, resting like a clump on the floor.

Bulma released her hold on Vegita's lips, her eyes painted with tears. Slowly and carefully she moved to Vegita's chest where she leaned her head, wrapping her arms around him.

Vegita sighed deep, embracing Bulma tight. She was quite a woman. "Bulma," he whispered through a faint voice. "I… I love you."

Bulma smiled. "I know."

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"Papa! Papa, Papa! Papa!" Trunks woke early in the morning, sweat dripping down his face. The nightmare he just had was awful, and it felt so real. His mother had called in the middle of the night, saying that Vegita had died, and that he would never see him again. What frightened Trunks was that it was so real…

"Huh? Trunks? What's wrong?" Goten asked, wiping the sleep lazily from his eyes.

"I gotta go, Goten!" Trunks cried. "I'll see you later!" And before Goten could react, the boy was out the window.

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Vegita snorted. "Woman, you stink."

Bulma looked up at Vegita, smirking. "Well you don't exactly smell of a bed of roses either," she retorted. She stood up. "You wreak more than I do! You're in desperate need of a shower, bud!"

Vegita laughed. "Maybe so, but no matter how much I wreak, you'll always be an ugly bitch." He began to stand up, and was surprised he couldn't. He still felt incredibly weak, and his chest felt as though it were on fire.

Bulma looked at Vegita, concerned. "Are you ok, Vegita?"

Vegita smirked, trying to hide back his pain. "Of course I am."

Uncertain, Bulma leaned next to Vegita and gently helped him to his feet, a bit surprised he let her. "I'm going to get you to bed," she said, noting the pain in Vegita's eyes.

Vegita was trying his best to hold back his pain - it was hard enough as it was, he was surprised he had suppressed it enough not to cry out in pain and pass out. He winced as Bulma helped him up the stairs and to the bedroom, but stopped before they entered. Smirking at Bulma he said, "You don't honestly think I want to get in bed smelling you, do I?"

"Oh? Then what do you suggest?"

Vegita smirked.

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Trunks flew as fast as he could toward home, tears glazing over his eyes and blurring his vision, his stomach twisted in nervousness. Was his father really…

Suddenly, Goku appeared right in front of Trunks, his face surprised. "Trunks, where are you going?" he demanded.

"Stop being an idiot for once and figure it out!" Trunks cried out, the tears not streaming down his face. With those hateful words, he tore past Goku, continuing on his way home. However, he was stopped once again as Goku appeared before him. "Trunks…"

"No!" Trunks cried. "No! Just leave me along! I want Papa!" He tried to shoot past Goku again, but this time Goku grabed him, holding him tight.

"Let me go!" Trunks cried, his screams ringing through Goku's ears. He powered up to Super Saiyan, but Goku just copied the action, holding him firm. "Let me GO!"

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Bulma rose the sponge up to Vegita's face, caressing his pale cheek and letting the water run down his neck. She leaned her cheek on his next, now moving the sponge down his chest and right over his muscles. Smirking, she rubbed it further down until it reached his tender spot.

Vegita smirked back when he felt where she hit, and looked with deep eyes down at her, taking the sponge from her hands and taking it to her breasts.

The two were lying in a large tub that easily fit the both of them, water up to their chests, cleaning each other… sort of.

Vegita removed the bathing tool and brought his lips to her breast, moving his way from her succulent nipple to her neck where he bit her playfully, then continued on his way to her lips where the locked in a long, passionate kiss.

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"Trunks, calm down!" Goku ordered, his arm having now to be aided by the other just to keep him from flying off. "You cant see your father yet, I'm sorry. He needs to rest."

"Needs to rest?" Trunks sniffed. "I can't feel his ki…"

Goku blinked, and for a moment searched for his ki as well. He could feel Bulma's, but Vegita's… Goku looked down at Trunks, He had sopped struggling, but was now shaking with sobs. He took the boy before him, his arms outstretched to force him to look at him. "Look Trunks, I'm going to check on your father, ok? But you need to stay here."

Trunks sniffed. "Why?"

"Because I may need to help him out, and… uh…" he blinked. He couldn't think of a good reason, without hurting the boy's feelings.

Trunks frowned. "If you're going, then so am I!" he declared with determination.

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The clear water ran down the drain, emptying the giant tub. Bulma took a towel and began to dry her Prince's hair (remember, he's got the hair from DBGT ^_~). Afterwards, she looked him up and down. His eyes were closed, and his body was in complete rest.

"Vegita?"

"Hn?"

"You tired?"

"How astute of you to notice," Vegita grumbled.

Bulma sighed, and began to help Vegita out of the tub.

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"Trunks, I'm sorry, but you can't go," Goku told the boy. "You have to stay."

"You can't stop me!" Trunks cried. "You're not my father!" With that, he quickly broke away from Goku and was racing off toward Capsule Corp.

"Trunks!" Goku called after him. "That boy sure is fast!"

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Vegita's head rested on the soft pillow of his bed, a moan escaping his lips. He felt as covers came up around his body, and he could feel Bulma's breath on his neck.

"Vegita, I'm going to make some breakfast, ok?" she whispered in his ear. "I'll be right back, ok?"

"Hn…" was Vegita's only reply.

Smiling a bit, Bulma leaned over and gave Vegita a quick kiss before heading downstairs. When she walked into the kitchen, she was surprised to see her old Saiyan friend there.

"Goku!" Bulma gasped. "What are you doing here? Is something wrong?"

"Is Vegita ok?" Goku asked.

"Yes, he's fine. He's just upstairs resting," Bulma replied. "Now what's going on?"

Goku sighed. "This morning, Trunks ran off to see Vegita, he was really worried about him. He said he couldn't feel Vegita's ki."

Bulma's face went pale.

"I had to knock Trunks out, he is quite persistent!" Goku said with a quick laugh. Seriously he said, "I checked, and I can't feel Vegita's ki either."

Bulma gasped. "Vegita…" She immediately raced up the stairs, Goku right on her heels.

Bulma quickly burst through her bedroom door and raced to Vegita's side. "Vegita? Vegita?" she called frantically. However, she received no answer.

"Bulma…"

Bulma ignored Goku, and tried to shake Vegita awake. "Vegita! Vegita! Please wake up, Vegita!" Tears were now streaming down her face. "Vegita… no…"

Goku bit his lower lip.

Bulma grabbed Vegita's neck, squeezing him tight as her tears flowed rapidly down her cheeks, pattering lightly on the Prince's neck. "Vegita… I'm so sorry. I never should have made that stupid machine… Vegita… please don't go! I love you…"

"I love you too, Bulma."

Bulma gazped, and Goku's eyes widened.

Vegita smirked weakly. "Enough of the tears, woman. I've already had a bath today."

"Oh Vegita," Bulma squeezed her husband tight.

Vegita glared at Goku, finally discovering his presence. "What are you doing here, Kakorott?" he hissed.

Goku grinned sheepishly. "Just trying to help, heh heh. So um, anyone up for some pizza?"

Bulma bit her lip.

"Fine," Vegita grumbled.

"Cool!" Goku cried, and raced off thinking aloud said, "Gee, I hope I remember how to work the phone."

Bulma hesitated to go help Goku, but instead decided to stay with Vegita. She crawled into bed next to him, wrapping her arms around his thin waist. "I thought I'd lost you," she whispered.

Vegita smirked. "You can't get rid of me that easy, woman. I'm not going anywhere. Besides, I'm probably the only one alive who can stand looking at your ugly mug."

Smiling, Bulma rested her head on his neck.

"Bulma, the phone won't give me the pizzas!" Goku cried while entering the room, holding the phone out to his friend. "There was this man and I told him what we wanted, but he kept trying to get me to order the "Wrong Number," whatever that is. Then I kept saying we wanted the pizza instead, and he told me to do some really nasty things. Do you have to "suck my cock and go to Hell" whenever you order pizza Bulma? And what's a cock?"

Bulma, sighing, grabbed the phone and began to order the set pizza.

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Trunks groaned as he woke, placing his hand over aching head. What had happened? Suddenly, he remembered. Goku had knocked him out. He clenched his fists and bared his teeth. "That traitor!" he spat. He looked over beside him. Goten was asleep.

Trunks held his breath as he crept out the window, hoping not to be caught. Why would Goku force Trunks to stay here? It made no sense to him unless… he gasped. Unless he feared that his father was dead, and he was trying to comfort Bulma.

The little boy shook his head fiercely. No, his father couldn't' be dead! He was a strong warrior - and a Prince! His mother had told him that! And Prince's couldn't die… right?

His face set to the sky, Trunks took off toward Capsule Corp.

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Splat!

A very greasy piece of pepperoni pizza slid down Goku's face, the sauce smearing like a snail. Goku took the pizza Vegita had thrown at him and popped it in his mouth. "Mmm, good!" he cried with joy.

Vegita frowned, about ready to toss another one in his face when Bulma stopped him. "Vegita! Eat the food, don't just toss it at Goku!" She handed her friend a towel.

Vegita snorted. "Why? This is much more entertaining."

Bulma sighed. "Vegita… you need to try to eat. Please? For me?" Her lips neared his, her eyes gazing at him, pleading… begging.

Vegita sighed. "Fine, fine," he grumbled, taking a piece and biting into it.

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Trunks could see Capsule Corp now, and this made him speed up even more. Finally, landed and tore inside, his eyes darting everywhere for his father. Suddenly, he locked onto a few ki's and raced towards his parents' bedroom.

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Splat!

"Vegita! I told you to stop throwing pizzas at Goku!" Bulma scolded.

"Ow… my eyes… they buuurn!" Goku wailed, trying to get the stinging sauce out of his eyes.

"Hmph, I thought you were `supposed' to throw pizza at clowns," the Prince grumbled.

"That's `pie' Vegita!" Bulma hissed, grabbing a towel and trying to help wipe the sauce from Goku's eyes.

"Hmph, whatever."

Splat!

"Vegita!"

"Ahhhh! Now it's up my nose!" Goku tried to wipe it out, Bulma aiding him. When they finally got the stuff off his face, Goku turned to Vegita whom had another slice of pizza in his hand. "Uh… maybe I should go."

"Finally, the clown gets it," Vegita hissed, taking a bite of the pizza.

Goku stepped back… and tripped. He tumbled down the stairs and landed in a heap on the floor. "Ow… hey. Trunks?"

Trunks stared in shock at Goku, his mouth gaped open. `Is this guy stalking me or something?' he thought. He quickly bounded away, but was stopped as Goku grabbed his leg.

"Hey, let me go!" Trunks cried, trying to wrench free from the Saiyan's grip. "What is your problem? I just want to see Papa! Papa! Papa!"

"Trunks, please be quiet! Your father's ok, he's just resting," Goku attempted to calm the rambunctious Saiyan.

"No!" Trunks hollered. "I don't believe you! Papa! Papa! Papa!"

"Kakorott! What the Hell are you doing to my son?"

Trunks stopped hollering, and both he and Goku looked up the stairs. Vegita was glaring down at the two, Bulma by his side. "Papa!" Trunks cried out with joy. He tore away from Goku just then and dashed at Vegita, knocking him over when the two collided.

Vegita held back a yell as Trunks grabbed his thin chest, squeezing him tight. Luckily Bulma was there, as she began to try to pry the boy off of him. However, to Vegita, it was taking too long. With the boy's strength and the fact that he was so thin and ill, the boy was unknowingly crushing him! Unable to take it any more, Vegita gave one loud cry in pain before passing out on the floor.

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When Vegita awoke, he wasn't sure if he was awake or dreaming. His eyes were blurred and his head was spinning, as though his mind were floating on air. He heard someone talk, though he couldn't make out the words.

"Mom… I'm so sorry," Trunks cried, tears running down his face. "I - I hope Papa will be all right."

Bulma sighed, hugging her son tight. "It's all right Trunks. Your father… sometimes he gets better, and sometimes he gets worse, and he usually gets better after he eats. So how's about you be my little helper and help me make your father some lunch?

Trunks sniffed. "Ok…" And with that he slinked downstairs.

Bulma sighed as she walked up to Vegita, and noticed his eyes opened. "Vegita?"

"Vegita…" he thought he heard his name being called from… a blue light? Bulma maybe? It was all so confusing,. He just shut his eyes tight to block out the world. It was odd, though. After a while he could feel his body being lifted up. Was he dying? No. And then he could feel some hot liquid pour down his throat. Soup maybe? Yes. More, he wanted more. It's taste was especially delectable. He opened his eyes, and the blurs were coming together. Some spoke… he could make out "Papa" and "awake." Then someone else spoke, but he couldn't understand it. Slowly things began to come together. He was beginning to see it all now… two figures. The hot soup continued to quench his so-long hunger. And he could feel warm hands pressing up against his neck, helping him to swallow. His lips twitched slightly, and his mouth moved to slurp down the delicious substance. After a while the blurs came together completely, and he could see around him. He was in his room. There was Trunks and Bulma, Bulma kneeled by his bed, feeding him the soup. And there… was Kakorott? Didn't he take a hint when he tossed those pizzas in his face?

"Papa's looking much better," Trunks commented, looking at his father's coloring.

At least Vegita could hear them now.

Bulma smiled. "He just needed a little food, that's all. I think he's starting to come to."

Vegita glared icily at Goku. He didn't want that ignoramus here! He swallowed the bit of soup that came past his lips and said in a faint voice, "Get out of… my house… you clown."

Goku blinked. "Huh?"

"Vegita?" Bulma set down the soup by the bed and grabbed her husband's hands, looking into his eyes frantically.

Vegita closed his eyes, muttering about stupid third-class clowns and making Kakorott bow before him to acknowledge his superiority over him before killing him. He stopped muttering such things when his head began spinning again, and he could feel the hot liquid once again enter into his mouth.

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Vegita's eyes opened to a dark room. It must be pretty late, he figured. His eyes wandered over to the clock. 11: 49 PM. He sighed. It was dark, but his eyes adjusted quickly. Bulma was lying y him, slumbering peacefully with her head rested on his chest. He smirked as he noticed about 20 empty bowls scattered about the room. She WAS quite a woman.

"Mom? Are you awake?"

Vegita stirred as he heard his son enter.

"Mom? I had a bad dream."

"You know better than to be frightened of bad dreams," Vegita replied, sitting up in bed.

Trunks's eyes lit up. "Dad!" He raced over to him, but stopped before embracing him, remembering earlier that day. "Papa - I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you! I-"

"Hush boy. You're going to wake your mother," Vegita scolded.

Trunks's face fell.

Vegita smirked. "It's about time you did some damage to me boy. I was wondering when you'd be strong enough to actually hurt me."

"So… you're not mad?" Trunks inquired in a tiny voice.

"On the contrary," Vegita replied. "I'm… proud of you."

Trunks's eyes lit up. "Really?"

Vegita nodded, and lied back down, the previous actions exhausting him.

Trunks bit his lower lip. "Dad, can I…"

"Go ahead."

Smiling, Trunks crawled into bed in between his parents and wrapped his arms around Vegita's neck.

Vegita closed his eyes as he hesitantly allowed an arm to fall over the child's body. Kakorott was right, emotions aren't for the weak. They were for the strong. And holding his family together like this, he could see why. He would be just fine, and from then on he could fight for them with his life. `And you know what?' he thought. `Life is good.'

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