Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Saiyan Pride ❯ A Family ( Chapter 4 )

The Mysteries of Love:

Saiyan Pride

Chapter Four

A Family

"TRUNKS. There's something you should know." Bulma told her son gently.

"Ok mom." He looked at her expectantly. "Though I guess this has something to do with Vegeta and why we're here. Right."

`He was such a good boy.' Bulma thought. "Yes." Bulma nodded. How to say it? Where to begin? `This was so hard!' She looked over at Vegeta but he was determined not to help her out of this one. His arms folded against his chest and his eyes narrowed.

"I want to tell you about your father Trunks."

"Really?" Trunks' eyes opened wide in surprise.

Bulma nodded again. "You're half Saiyan you know that right. Well that's because your father, your father ..." Bulma chocked on the words and looked back at Vegeta. He looked furious.

Trunks followed his mothers gaze and looked at Vegeta before looking down at his father's tail. "Vegeta's my dad, isn't he." Trunks did not take his eyes of Vegeta although he asked Bulma the question.

"Yes." Bulma said softly.

"Oh. I always thought my father was some jerk who broke your heart that's why you never spoke of him." Trunks unconsciously spoke of his thoughts on his father, involuntarily admitting that he thought Vegeta was anything but a jerk.

Bulma held back a hysterical laugh. 'You're not so far off from the truth son.' Bulma thought bitterly.

"But why did he come now? After all this time. I'm six years old." Trunks asked determinedly.

Vegeta could not help but stare in amazement at the boy. He was very perceptive for his age and highly intelligent.

"That's a good question." Bulma said looking at Vegeta. "Why now?"

"I only just found out about Trunks recently. I was on the Planet Kamo for the last seven years. There was a war there, I went to help some of my soldiers."

Vegeta was fighting a war for the last seven years. 'No, it must just be a coincidence.' Bulma thought as she unconsciously touched the right side of her chest.

"Wow. You fought in a real war and you lived. For seven years." Trunks said with amazement, breaking his mother's reverie. He was making a hero out of Vegeta.

Vegeta only nodded but Bulma saw the pride he felt from Trunks' praise.

Trunks, seemingly satisfied with that answer and at having a man like Vegeta as his father, he went over to man. He stood before him and looked up at him, before he wrapped his arms around Vegeta's legs.

Bulma's breath caught as she watched Vegeta take a step backwards, clearly affronted by the display of emotion.

'Oh no.' Bulma thought, poor Trunks. But just as Bulma was about to call Trunks to her a miracle happened.

Vegeta saw the disappointed and terrified look Bulma's face portrayed. It was true he abhorred affection but just this once he did not want to see that look of disappointment on her face that was directed at him. He picked up the little boy and held him lightly in his arms.

"Does that mean we're going to stay here with dad, mom? Like a real family." Bulma could not believe how easily Trunks had accepted the situation. He must have wanted this more than she had herself!

Bulma looked from Trunks to Vegeta. Although Trunks did not have the usual Saiyan like black hair and eyes he had features that reflected his fathers. She looked at the hopeful Trunks and then at Vegeta who was daring her to break her sons heart. "Yes."

"Wow. Great." Trunks laughed happily as he ran over to his mother throwing himself in her arms. But over Trunks' head Bulma gave Vegeta a, 'this is far from over' look making him smirk.

"We must tell Goku what's happened. He'll be worried sick." Bulma said.

Vegeta's smirk faded. "Zoron's working on a satellite connection as we speak." He told her.

"Thank you." Bulma said.

* * *

"Come in." Bulma called nervously. She was hoping it wasn't Vegeta and that it was a house maid with her supper.

Bulma had excused herself from joining Trunks and Vegeta in the dining hall for dinner. She didn't think she was ready to pretend that all was just fine between Vegeta and her, because it wasn't!

She had managed to call Chi Chi on the telephone and tell her what had happened. Bulma really didn't want to talk to Goku or her parents so she asked Chi Chi to pass on the message.

Bulma had had a long soak in the large stone bath. It was earthy and one of her favorite things to do. After putting in some delicious leaves that smelt like lavender, grown on Planet Vegeta for the supposed healing qualities it possessed, Bulma sank into the tub. The warm water and supposedly healing properties of the leaves eased away her stress.

She then put on a robe and went into the room. She was surprised to see that all the stuff she had used seven years ago was still there. It was as if she had never left.

All her clothing was still in the cupboards, books that she had taken to read laying around and even a wrap, that she used to cover herself with, lay on the back of a chair.

Obviously someone had come in to clean regularly, for the room was spotless, though why her things weren't removed was a mystery.

"Your dinner." Vegeta said as he placed a covered tray on a desk that she had put in the room seven years ago.

Bulma raised an eyebrow at him bringing her food.

"I wanted to talk to you alone." He said in reply.

Bulma sighed. "Can we do it tomorrow. I'm really not in the mood to argue with you."

"I don't want to argue with you." Vegeta said in an offended voice.

"Every time we look at each other we argue." Bulma said.

"Because you're too stubborn to listen." He told her.

"I can't listen to an arrogant jerk who thinks he knows it all!" Bulma shot back.

They glared challenging at each other but when Bulma realized they had already started arguing she burst out laughing. "See, I told you."

"We must bring out the worst in each other." Vegeta said with a rueful smile.

'An actual smile. Wow.' Bulma thought.

She returned his smile until they stared at each other for so long she could feel the intensity between them began to crackle.

"Is Trunks still having dinner?" Bulma asked trying to break the silence.

But Vegeta only nodded. So Bulma nodded back at him, tucking strands of her fringe away from her eyes.

"Why did you do that to your hair ?" Vegeta asked softly.

Bulma looked up at him in confusion. "What? Push it away from my eyes?"

He shook his head. "Shortened its length."

She touched her chin length silky straight hair self consciously, not believing that Vegeta would actually notice something like that, let alone comment on it. "It was easy to manage when Trunks was born and I guess I just let it be. Does it not look good?" Bulma asked nervously.

"No it's not that." Vegeta said uncomfortably.

"Well then what." Bulma asked impatiently, he was not going to get of that easily! For once he was talking to her with out reserves. Without those large brick walls that she would walk straight into every time the conversation became too personal for him. She wanted to know what he was thinking.

"I just liked it more when it was long and did its own thing." Vegeta said uncomfortably.

Bulma could not help but laugh. "You really do have a hard time expressing yourself don't you."

He looked at her as if she had just told him the sky was falling down.

"Why did you really come up here Vegeta? It was not to talk, although we do need to, but it was not to bring me my dinner and it was definitely not to tell me about my hair." Bulma said.

Vegeta just continued to look at her for a long while and just when Bulma thought he would not reply to her question, he spoke.

"I've come to tell you ... " Vegeta sighed as if there was no other way to say what he wanted to. "I think its time we bonded. We should become mates."