Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Undisclosed Desires ❯ Part 7 ( Chapter 7 )

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Undisclosed Desires

Part VII

A few days after her discovery, Bulma was able to get in with her family doctor to get a confirmation on her condition. It was official. She was pregnant. Now to tell the father, she thought to herself once she had made it home.

She still wasn’t sure how to feel about it herself, how could she judge Vegeta on his possible reaction? While she wasn’t exactly upset by it, she wasn’t jumping for joy either. Having a child was not something she had ever given much consideration about. She still had so much to do in life and what if all of that was cut short because of these androids?

Was it really fair to bring a child into this world when she knew that the world and humanity as it currently existed may be destroyed by the likes of Gero’s creations? Guilt flashed through her at her apparent lack of faith in her friends. When had Goku ever let them down? Not only that but he had Piccolo and Gohan and Vegeta fighting with him and the other Z warriors who were training relentlessly.

All of that had to make a difference in the outcome, it just had to!

If it weren’t for the possibility of Earth’s destruction, would she still feel this way, she wondered?

Bulma had all the money in the world to provide the best for a child, but would she make a good mother? She never had much to do with children. Just Gohan, she supposed and she didn’t mind him but there was a huge difference between hanging out with a kid and raising one. What if she just couldn’t do it? She knew her mother would be ecstatic once she found out and would only be too happy to help her out in any way possible, but Bulma felt it wasn’t fair to put that expectation on her mother. She had done all that already; and while she loved her mother dearly, her mother really wasn’t someone she should be looking to for advice on raising a child.

Sure Mr. and Mrs. Briefs were doting parents who loved their daughter more than anything but had they really been parents to her? Her father had been so wrapped up with his work that he had hardly ever been around and when he had, he’d brought his work home with him and was terribly busy with that. It wasn’t until she had matured somewhat and he realized that she had taken more after him in her interest of technology that he had shown any real interest in her.

Her mother had always been busy with her animals, her garden and all of her charity work, woman’s luncheons and keeping up with all the current fashion trends to be much of a role model to her. Mrs. Briefs had given up on bringing Bulma with her at a young age because she had been more interested in playing and taking things apart than sitting pretty with her mother at some boring charity function. By the time she was about eight years old, she had pretty much been left to her own devises and her parents never hindered her desire for independence, feeling that it was important for their daughter to develop her own identity and become her own person.

So much did they feel that way that they had no issue with her leaving at the age of 16 on her own to go on a hunt for the mysterious Dragon Balls. Truth be told, they had assumed she would be back within a few days once she realized the rest of the world wasn’t as luxurious as what she was accustomed to. When that didn’t happen, they just patiently waited for her return and happily listened to her stories and accepted her friends as a part of their own family.

Now, in her late twenties, Bulma figured having a child was the only adventure she hadn’t set out for yet. She had traveled all over the world, had travelled into deep space; who else could say they had
done that? “No one, that’s who.” She said to herself.

The only real problem she had was the unknown factor in all of this: Vegeta.

How would he take the news?

She assumed he wouldn’t be jumping up and down for joy over it but what if the idea didn’t bother him? What if he embraced it and it was what he needed to help him finally make up his mind in what he wanted to do with his life? Maybe he would see this as his chance to do something good and amazing with his life?

“Yeah right,” Bulma snorted. She knew she would be lucky if he didn’t blast her where she stood when she told him and once again, a weave of fear washed through her at the thought of confronting and telling him about it; she was truly unsure of how he would react.

Bulma kept it to herself for another two weeks before drumming up the courage to confront Vegeta with the news. However, Vegeta had been so efficient at avoiding her it took her another two days to track him down long enough to tell him and even then she nearly missed him.

She caught him on his way out of having lunch that afternoon.

“Vegeta, I know you have been doing your best to completely avoid me and I have quit trying to understand why; but I really need to talk to you.” She said to him firmly.

“Does it have to do with the gravity chamber?” he asked almost tonelessly.

“No,”

“Then there is nothing that you have to say to me.” He replied, brushing past her and heading back to the gravity room.

“No, Vegeta, there’s something I really need to tell you,” she argued quickly, jogging after him. “It’s important. I realize that there’s a huge possibility that it won’t interest you at all but it does involve you still and you need to at least be aware.”

“Will it make you leave me alone?” he snarled at her.

Bulma swallowed a lump that had been forming at the back of her throat and glared at him. “Look, I don’t know what your problem is, buddy, but I don’t appreciate you treating me the way you have in the last month or so following what happened between us.”

“What happened between us?” he huffed. “We fucked and now things have resumed back to the way they were. I train, you either repair or upgrade my training facilities. Nothing has changed.”

“Alright, Vegeta, fine,” she sighed, trying not to let him see how disappointed she was. “Whatever, be an asshole. I never expected anything less of you!” They had reached the gravity room by this point and she followed him inside.

He couldn’t hold back a smirk at her anger; he wasn’t sure what it was but he just could not resist making her angry. While he had stuck firmly to his resolve to stay away from her all together, he had to admit that he had missed their altercations among other things. “What is it? I have training to do.”

Bulma took a deep breath. “Vegeta, I… Ummm, I know that you probably won’t be interested in what I have to say to you right now and that’s okay. You don’t have to be; I’m not trying to burden you, but it involves you and you are entitled to know. It’s very important-”

“You already said that,” he interrupted her fast-paced rambling. “What is it you are trying to tell me?”

“Vegeta, I’m pregnant.” She blurted out. No sense of beating around the bush about it. She figured either he would be angry or he would actually show some interest, if any.

“You’re what?” he asked in what she assumed was shock. His face void of any visible emotion. He didn’t look happy. He didn’t look surprised. Best of all, she decided, he didn’t look angry either.

“I’m preg-”

“I heard you the first time!” he snapped irritably; his mind racing, trying to fathom this new piece of information and how to react to it. “How did this happen?”

Bulma sighed heavily in annoyance. Was he really going to be a douche about this? Of course he is! She replied to herself. “Oh, well, it’s quite simple, Vegeta. When a man and a woman-”

“I know very well how brats are conceived!” he snapped again angrily at her sarcasm. “What I want to know is how this happened now, and why? You lay with the weakling and it never resulted in any brats; unless he is completely incompetent in every aspect of his pathetic life.”

“I don’t know, Vegeta,” she replied honestly, not even acknowledging the insult to her ex-boyfriend.

“I’m on the pill, I have been for years. I have never had a scare.”

“How convenient then that it should happen now and you should permanently tie yourself to me,” he replied bitterly.

“Hey, I didn’t plan this, pal!” she shouted at him, finally getting angry. “Do you think I want this? To have a child right now, when I am so close to taking over my father’s company? To have a child a little under a year before the world is going to be destroyed by these androids? That I planned on having a child with some former homicidal maniac asshole who couldn’t care less? Yes, Vegeta I planned this all along, from the beginning because I just love the way you belittle me and I think you’d be an outstanding parent and I just had the need for another challenge on my plate of raising a child on top of everything else going on in my life!”

Vegeta simply glared at her for a long moment following her rant. “So what is it you want of me?”

“Nothing,” she said. “Absolutely nothing.”

“Then why are you bothering me with this?” he hissed.

“Because since you are the father, I figured you had a right to know,” she said, still trying not to get emotional, though it was becoming increasingly difficult. “I’m not looking for anything from you that you do not want to give. I am merely informing you that you are going to be a father. What you do with that information is up to you. I will not rant and rave and insist that you stay and be a part in his or her life. I do not need you; I am one of the wealthiest people on this planet and I have supportive friends and family that will be more than happy to help me raise this child with or without your influence.”

He leaned against the gravity room console and did not say anything for a long while; her words I do not need you echoing through his mind a thousand times over and surprisingly hurt; much to his amazement. As much as he wanted to be angry with her and lash out at her, he couldn’t bring himself to do that. He knew she was right: She didn’t need him; he knew that.

“I will leave it up to you whether or not you want to know this child,” she said gently. “Personally, I think it might be good for you.”

“Like you would have any idea of what is and is not good for me.” he sneered, crossing his arms and looking at her coolly.

“Fine, whatever, Vegeta,” she sighed, ready to leave. “I did my job. I sought you out to let you know the news and I have done that. What you decide to do with this information is totally up to you. I’d love it if you had a part in this with me but I won’t judge or resent you if you don’t either. It’s your call.”

“Right. Like your judgement or resentment will keep me from sleeping at night,” he huffed sarcastically. “Catch yourself on, Woman. We may have spent a few nights together, but I warned you that none of that meant anything because it didn’t and just because you are carrying my brat does not change anything either.”

Bulma nodded. She was disappointed, but all together not surprised. “Alright, Vegeta. Whatever you say.” Was all she said as she exited the gravity chamber, leaving him to his thoughts.

Vegeta locked the door behind her and promptly set the gravity to as high as it would go. He needed to clear his thoughts and dwell on this new bump life had placed in his path. I am going to be a father; he thought in panic and disbelief.

What kind of father would he make? What brief childhood he'd had had been full of violence and brutality. Even if he did decide that he wanted a part in the child’s life, the woman would never allow him to raise their child the way his father had raised him. He did not know if his father had been right or wrong; the only thing he did know was it was the only thing he knew.

Besides that, what could he possibly have to offer a child? The only life lessons he had learned was to kill or be killed because only the strong survive.

He began to do a round of push ups as his thoughts continued to nag at him.

What would he do with a child? He had no idea how to interact with children, let alone the fact that he didn’t even like children. How many children and babies had he slain in his previous life before the gods had seen fit to exile him to this god forsaken mud ball? Hundreds? Thousands perhaps? Up until this moment, the thought had never crossed his mind.

He snarled as he swallowed a wave of guilt and shame at these new thoughts that had he had never allowed to plague him as he brought an arm behind his back, now doing one-armed push ups; anything to distract his train of thought. Why did he always dwell on the things of his past after being around her? He hated it. He was who he was and that was it. He would not change who he was or apologize for who he was for anyone; especially her. So why was his past nagging at him again? It was done. So he had murdered countless innocent children; so what?

Bulma’s words echoed in his mind: I think it might be good for you.

That was a new thought to him. Perhaps it may not be such a bad thing after all, he thought to himself. Kakarott had an heir and the potential in him was impressive to say the least. Who was to say that any child he produced would not also have the potential for exceptional strength and if he failed in this oncoming battle of the Androids then who would carry on his name and royal line and bring honor to the Saiyan race?

Perhaps it would be good for him; someone to pass along his heritage and history along to. Someone for him to train to succeed him.

An heir.

-0-0-0-

The next month had been uneventful for the two of them. They had both effectively avoided one another like the plague.

Vegeta, hoping to not have to deal with both the impending doom of the androids and the possibility of being a parent.

Bulma, hoping that Vegeta may warm up to the idea and at least stick around to know their child. She truly believed that he would not be that bad of a parent if he would just accept that fact. Truth be told, he had many admirable qualities. Bulma just hoped that their child would inherit both hers and its father’s more positive qualities instead of the negative qualities they both shared. Over the last month, she had come up with many undesirable personality traits from the two of them that their child could end up with.

To her surprise, however, both of their positive qualities on her list seemed to outweigh the negative ones by a long shot and she decided the odds were in her favor of having a decent child. Of course it would be decent! She’d scold herself. It would be hers!

It was almost exactly one month since she had confronted Vegeta with the news of her pregnancy when she found herself wide awake and unable to sleep. She got up out of bed, threw on a short, silk housecoat and went to go sit outside on her balcony for a little while; maybe the cool air would help her fall asleep.

To her surprise, Vegeta was standing out there, leaning against the rail, looking ahead at nothing in particular.

“Hey,” she greeted him, taking a seat not next to, but near him.

He simply nodded once in acknowledgement but did not say anything, continuing to look out towards the horizon and the lights of the city.

Bulma could not help but look him over. He looks good, she admitted. In the dark, he looked more alien than ever; the street lights bouncing off of him, accentuating his very angular features and sculpted arms and shoulders made him look more god-like than usual. She was reminded with a stark clarity that he was not of this planet. He was wearing a dark colored flight suit; which color she wasn’t sure as it was too dark to tell. Over top of that, he was wearing the white and gold replica armor she had made for him.

She was happy to see that he was wearing it and realized that this was the first time she had ever seen him wear it. It fit him perfectly, as she had known it would when she had made it all those months back.

It hit her right then, like a ton of bricks that he was leaving.

“You’re leaving.” She said, not a question, but a statement.

“Hmmn,” he nodded.

“When?” She asked.

“Tomorrow.”

“Are you going to come back?” She asked after a long awkward silence, almost regretting the question the moment it came out of her mouth. She had to know though.

“Hmmn,” he nodded again. “There are too many distractions here,” he said finally. “I have made as much progress here as I am going to. If I am to ascend, I must leave and train elsewhere.”

“Alright,” she said.

They were both silent a long moment before he turned his head and looked at her in question. “You will not fight me on this?”

“Nope.”

“Why?” he asked, finally turning himself to look at her, leaning his back against the balcony railing and had his arms crossed. She wasn’t sure, but she thought he looked almost disappointed in the fact that she was not interested in fighting with him.

“Because it’s not my place to say you can’t,” she shrugged. “As you so kindly reminded me the last time we spoke that I mean nothing to you and that we have no ties. And also because if that is what you need to do to reach your goal, then I think you should go. I’m not here to hold you back; I am here to help you, as I always have.”

He nodded, unsure of what to say to her. Truthfully, he was shocked. He had assumed she would have a fit and so would ensue another heated argument and screaming match between the two of them.

“Why? Were you asking my permission to leave?” She asked playfully.

“Absolutely not!” He barked.

“I was joking, you meat head.” She rolled her eyes. “Is the ship ready for you to leave?”

“It is ready enough.”

“Alright, well how about you spend the night here; relax, get a good night’s rest and I will get up first thing in the morning and I will make sure it is fully fueled and stocked with food and I will run a diagnostic on it to ensure everything is in perfect working condition.” She offered, hoping he would at least let her do this for him.

“Hmmn, why?” He asked suspiciously.

“Because I’d like to and it would make me feel better knowing that you are leaving with everything working properly.”

“Right, because it would not be out of the question that you have given me a faulty piece of equipment.” he said dryly in an accusatory tone.

“No, I was more thinking along the lines that it’s more than likely that you’ve wrecked something in the last month you’ve been training and it won’t make itself known till you’re out in the middle of nowhere and you’ll be doomed to float into a black hole or something.”

He narrowed his eyes at her as he looked at her a moment, acknowledging that she was only half teasing him and the possibility of him having wrecked something important, of course unknowingly, was entirely possible. “Very well, you may run a check on it; but I expect to leave early and do not even consider sabotaging my ship or when I do make it back here, I will seek you out and take great pleasure in ending your life in the slowest, most painful way possible before seeking out the androids.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” she chuckled at him. “Just please return it to me in a somewhat working order; that’s my only condition.”

“So you can force me into playing house with you?” He asked bitterly.

“I don’t want to force you to do anything, Vegeta,” she objected with a heavy sigh. “I already told you, all I wanted was to simply make sure you were aware that you have fathered a child. That’s it. I don’t know anything about you or your planet’s customs or how things are done throughout the galaxy but on this planet, it is common curtesy to let someone know something like this. You have a right to know, that’s all. For all I know, you really may have been happy about this so it wouldn’t be right for me to have terminated it or not told you all together without you knowing first, or that’s how I feel on the matter. I’m not trying to guilt you, I am simply letting you know. What you do with that information is completely up to you.”

He nodded, still very uncomfortable with this scenario and still very unsure of what he wanted to do. “Do not take this to mean that I am fully accepting of this situation but I am alright with the fact that you did not terminate it.” He said awkwardly. He wasn’t ready to agree to staying with her, nor was he ready to accept the fact that he was going to be a father. What he did know was he was alright with knowing that she was carrying his child and would be its mother. He could not explain it and he didn’t understand it himself, but it was how he felt.


She smiled at him and for the first time since she had found out that she was pregnant with his child, she was relieved. “There, was that so hard?” she teased. “You obviously do have an opinion and I am glad I obviously made the right decision.”
“Hmmn,” he grunted, not wanting her to make a big deal over this. “Get some sleep, I expect to leave as soon as possible.”

“And you will, Vegeta. Don’t worry,” she said getting up and taking a step closer to him. Against her better judgement, she rested a hand softly on his chest. “I’ll even get started on it now for you since I’m not tired and hopefully I will be finished by the time my mother gets up. She can make you an amazing breakfast and then you can leave.”

Vegeta nodded in agreement as he looked at her and resisted the urge to touch her. As much as he hated to admit it, he had been wanting nothing more than to reach out and hold her close. He had been successful in his resolve to avoid her as much as possible since their last hook up and while he commended his self-control up until this point, he cursed himself as he felt it beginning to waver.

“Okay, see you in a few hours,” she said, turning away from him and going back into her room to change into some work clothes.

It had taken her the rest of the night to run a full diagnostic check and service the ship and graviton, however she did not mind and it wasn’t till she was nearly finished that she began to feel tiredness setting in.

Bulma closed the panel on the center console and unplugged her diagnostic reader. She read through the data one last time to make sure everything was alright before shutting it off and setting it to the side with a few other items she had gotten together for Vegeta while grabbing the odd cup of coffee while waiting for the check to run through all the systems.

She started when she heard the door open and turned around to see Vegeta standing there with his arms crossed.

“Yes, I’m finished,” she sighed irritably at him. “It’s all good to go whenever you want.”

“Good,” he grunted.

“Did you eat something?” she asked.

“Yes,” he nodded, pulling out several capsules from the pocket of his flight suit. “And your mother sent me with plenty of food.”

“Oh good. I put a bunch of things together for you as well.” She said, reaching for a basket and offering it to him. “There’s food, water, toiletries, blankets, a first aid kit and supplies in labelled capsules in here. I even threw together a few extra sets of armor I had in the lab that were finished. There’s a couple flight suits in there as well as some comfortable clothing if you choose to want to wear something other than battle stuff and there’s a tool repair kit in there too.”

Vegeta grunted and tossed the food capsules into the basket along with the rest.

“I also want to give you this,” she said, picking up her diagnostic pad and turning it on. “If anything goes wrong or fails, you just need to plug it in over here like this and press this and it will run a diag test on everything. Additionally, it will relay back to me down here and I can walk you through fixing whatever it is, so long as it isn’t something you blew up.”

“Hmmn,” nodded as he watched her explain and demonstrate how it worked.

“Anything else you need before you go?” she asked, trying to hide the hopeful tone in her voice, the foolish girlish romantic part of her wishing for him to ask her to come with him or sweep her off her feet in one last hungry, passionate kiss to remember him by before leaving.

“No,” he replied coolly noting the almost expectant look on her face. “That will be all.”

“Alright,” she nodded, swallowing back disappointment even though she knew she was stilly to even hope for such a thing from him. “Well, have a safe trip and good luck reaching your goal. I’ll look forward to seeing you when you do.”

He nodded but didn’t say anything. It felt good that she seemed so confident that he would achieve it so easily. He watched her almost warily, unsure of what to say to her. This whole situation getting more and more awkward by the second. Really, he just wanted to leave now, was that so much to ask?

“Alright then,” she sighed, putting the small device in the basket with the capsules and handed it back to him and headed towards the door. “See you when I see you.”

He caught her scent as she walked past him and he fought the urge to grab her and drown in her scent a moment before he left for good. She closed the door behind her and he exhaled a sigh of relief. He had half been expecting her to beg him to stay here with her; that she hadn’t impressed him and found the respect he had somewhat developed for her increase somewhat.

Vegeta did not spend any more time dwelling on her and did not linger; if he did, he would have lost his resolve to leave. A part of him was somewhat curious to see what things could be like if he did stay with her and it was that curiosity that spurred him on that leaving was the best option.

Bulma leaned against the side of her home as she heard him start up the ship. She waited until it had safely launched and disappeared into the sky before turning in and heading up the stairs to her room for some much needed rest.

Once she’d crawled into bed and settled in under the covers, she fell asleep almost immediately despite her disappointment that Vegeta was indeed truly gone.

Two months later…

“Oh, so you finally decide to answer my call, you big jerk!” she greeted angrily; inside however, she was elated to see him on her screen.

“What is it you want, Woman?” Vegeta asked in a bored tone, though he was looking her over very carefully, assessing her condition; she looked well enough. He held back a smirk as he looked her in the eye, her eyes blazing in anger at him for having ignored her the past several weeks since he had left.

Good, he thought to himself; though he wasn’t sure what he should be happy about: that she was angry at him for ignoring her or that she obviously was worried about him and possibly missed him. He was not sure and dismissed those thoughts as quickly as they had come to him.

She looked at him a moment, unsure of what to say to him now that he had finally answered her call and she could see through the vid screen that he was just fine. A part of her was relieved and wanted to beg him to come back and the other part of her wanted to tear a strip off of him and tell him to never return.

“You are interrupting valuable training time, as per usual,” he growled. “Either tell me what it is that you want or leave me alone.”

“I just wanted to make sure you were alright is all,” she replied defensively.

He chuckled cruelly and gave her his best sneer. “Of course I am alright, foolish woman! I have travelled through space and trained in the most unforgiving of conditions more times than I could recount before I had the misfortune of meeting you and your pathetic planet. I managed to scrape by, I am sure I can do so again without your assistance and constant nagging and checking up on me.”

“Right, sorry for being concerned. It’s not like you’ve never trained to the point of injury or damaged my equipment beyond repair ever,” she rolled her eyes. “For your information, buddy, You are not the only reason for my worries. You are currently residing and navigating in a ship that costs well over one million dollars. That may not mean much to you, but over here that’s more money than some people make in a life time not to mention it was my father and I who personally designed it, built it and financed it together. So don’t be flattering yourself into thinking for a minute that You are the only concern of mine.”

His frown deepened. He wasn’t sure why he was slightly disappointed by her comment. On the other hand, this was a good thing, wasn’t it? Why did it not feel that way? Once again, he pushed those thoughts out of his mind. “The ship is fine,” he finally replied.

“Good.” She nodded.

“That’s it?” he exclaimed in annoyance. “That is why you have been calling and hounding me non-stop?”

She debated a moment on whether or not to tell him that she was more than relieved that he was alright, that she did miss him. Not that she wasn’t curious as to know how the ship was holding up; she did have a lot of time put into it. She opted to not tell him. “Yup. That’s it.”

“There is nothing else?”

“Nope.”

“Well I do not wish to hear it then,” he said irritably.

She nodded awkwardly, unsure of anything else to say to him. Now that she had seen him and knew that he was alright, she felt silly. “The morning sickness has passed; mostly.” She quickly admitted, not sure why she just told him that. Perhaps looking to keep him on the line just a little longer.

She noticed his nostrils flare as he exhaled deeply in annoyance and crossed his arms but did not say anything and there was a deafening, awkward silence that dragged on longer than necessary.

“You can’t pretend that I’m not pregnant.” She said finally.

“I am not pretending, I am choosing to not discuss or acknowledge it.”

“Why not?” She asked.

“Because it does not matter.”

“Uhm, it sure as hell does matter!” She shrieked at him. “I get that you’re probably scared, hell Vegeta, so am I, but we can’t pretend that this isn’t happening. Within five months or so, there’s going to be a baby and like it or not, it’s also Your baby. I’m not insisting that you come back and we become one big, happy family; I’m not so stupid as to expect that of you, but it would be nice if you stuck around to know your child.”

“I have no interest in getting to know any brats, especially not my own,” he said coolly. “If you are so concerned about having a father figure in its life, tell everyone it is the weakling’s brat then. No one would question it.”

“I am not ashamed to tell anyone that it’s yours, Vegeta.” She said quietly.

“I couldn’t care less about what you tell everyone,” he said. “This is your problem. I refuse to allow it to become mine. I have dealt with enough setbacks and distractions from my training because of you. I will not allow the birth of some snivelling brat whom I have no inclination to raise to distract me further from my goals.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way, Vegeta. I never meant to distract you. All I wanted was to try and help you reach your goal. Please come back?”

He looked at her closely a moment as though reconsidering his position and then shook his head. “This is what is best for the time being. Success is my only option; failure to ascend is not.”

“Does that mean you will come back eventually?” she asked, trying to hide her hopefulness.

He looked as though he was going to say something else but then thought better of it and narrowed his eyes at her. “I will,” he said, finally; nodding with a determined look on his face. “Once I ascend. Not before.”

“But what if the androids come before that and wipe everyone who’s able to help before that, Vegeta?” she asked in panic. “We need all the help we can get! Even if you don’t ascend in time, I’m sure your help will make a difference, I know it!”

He smirked at her. “Of course you will need my help. Do not fear, Woman. I will ascend in time. Have you no faith?”

“I have faith, Vegeta,” she admitted. “You work harder to achieve your goals than anyone I have ever met; and that’s saying something.”

“Then leave me alone and do not continue to distract me, Woman,” he said.

“Alright, sorry.” She nodded. “Just be careful out there, okay? And make sure you bring that ship back in one piece safe and sound. I kid you not, I will come out there myself and retrieve it if I have to.”

“Of course,” he chuckled at her. “I would not expect anything less from you.”

She gave him a half smile back, unsure what else to say to him. If she did say anything endearing or sentimental it would only make him angry.

Vegeta looked at her closely one more time for a brief moment before cutting the transmission. He debated destroying it so she would not continue to attempt to contact him but something told him she would respect his wishes now that he had taken the time to speak with her.

Dismissing all other thoughts, he turned his course to another planet nearby that he knew had a very unforgiving atmosphere and the harshest conditions. He needed to get back to his training if he was going to make it back to Earth on time to face the Androids and meet his heir.

While not ideal, he made a vow to himself that he would at least make it back to see the brat and should they survive the androids, he would train it and teach him everything he knew.

He owed him and his mother that much at least.

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Well, that’s it! Thank you so much for reading!

Hope you all enjoyed this short piece. I had fun writing it even though it took me forever- once again, my sincerest apologies and thank you to all of you who patiently hung in there!

Please shoot me a review and let me know what you thought. I LOVE hearing from you- even if it’s just to say Hi! And don’t forget to follow/favorite Isolated System for any future updates on my point of view of how the 3 years went! If I do add anything else to this, it will be included with my collections of other one shot’s in Isolated System. I’m thinking IF I do add anything else, the next one will be about Vegeta returning just before the androids and meeting baby Trunks and showing Bulma his ascension- both scenarios I believe would have been very private if he showed her at all.. That scenario has been floating around in my mind for a while now… ;)

As well, if you haven’t already, check out my AU fic Endlessly and its sequel Butterflies & Hurricanes, if you haven’t already if AU is something that interests you… Butterflies & Hurricanes is my main project at the moment and I am kind of glad to be done this so I can focus 100% back on it.