Dbzfan77: I don't know. I'm thinking about that. I might, and I mean MIGHT, bring Gure in later, so not sure how that's going to go…what do you guys think?
Gohanroxme: Thank you so much! One sequel, coming right up!
FireStorm1991: Eh, you know how Saiyans are XD Thanks for reading!
Asrae: Well….I'll give you an epilogue, and a sequel's definitely coming!
Cara2012: GRR I forgot to mention that his newfound Ki burned most of it away. Sigh.
Anny1: That wasn't a mistake. Veggie-kun's aura is naturally blue. It's only yellow when he goes SSJ.
Anny2: Yes, I completely forgot about the Toxin. However, I have a wonderful follow up planned in the sequel...and yes, Veggie's still the Prince. King Vegeta hasn't retired quite yet.
I'm going to be SUPER mean to you guys. You'll know what I'm talking about when you get to the end. DON'T EAT ME!
Just a thought…I normally watch DBZ in English, but when I watched Yo! Son Goku and His Friend Return! in the Japanese dub, I realized something…Not that I don't like Veggie-kun's English voice, but the Japanese voice of his is just…sexy…
Any other squealing fangirls besides me notice that?
DISCLAIMER: Tarbie woulda stayed on Earth if I owned DBZ.
"Trunks! Come back here!" Bulma yelled, running after the lavender haired child. Sure, she'd gotten faster and stronger in the past few years, but the four year old demi-Saiyan was incredibly fast, just like his father. The second Trunks had learned to walk (8 months) he'd taken off running, and Bulma had been chasing him every day since.
The little Prince giggled at her, pushing his little feet faster. Bulma started to tire, so when her Saiyan made boots caught in the thick grass, tripping her, she didn't bother getting up.
A deep, sexy chuckled sounded from above her. Vegeta smirked. "What's the matter, Woman? Can't you keep up with a toddler?"
Bulma grumbled, lifting her head from the soft tresses of Vegeta-sei's grass to glare at him. Her glare wavered, however, the second her blue eyes met his obsidian ones, and she cracked a smile.
"Catch your son," she groaned, exasperated.
He laughed, disappearing from sight for a split second, reappearing with a squirming demi-Saiyan in one hand.
He smirked at her as she climbed to her feet. "So he's your son when he behaves, and he's my son when you can't catch him."
She grinned, taking the little boy from him and kissing her life mate's cheek. "Precisely," she said smartly.
"Put me down!" Trunks protested.
Ignoring the boy, Vegeta smirked again, folding his muscular arms. "He must be my son more often than not, if that's the case," he teased.
Bulma blushed. "Shut up! It's your fault anyhow. If you weren't so damn fast I wouldn't have this problem. Your genes are the ones that screwed him up."
He laughed again, tugging on her blue locks. "Oh contraire, little Banshee, his behavior is quite adequate for a Saiyan."
"Moooommmm!" Trunks whined. "Can't I go play now?"
"Did you finish your studies?"
"Yes! Motheeeerrr, I wanna go play with Goten. Can I go now?"
She sighed and kissed his forehead. "I suppose. Be careful, okay?"
"Hmph," Vegeta said. "He is a Saiyan. He doesn't need to be careful."
"He's only four, Vegeta!"
"I'm a big boy, Mom!" Trunks objected.
She smiled at her son. "I know you are, Trunksie, but Mommy still worries about you."
The little boy folded his arms and scowled, just like his father. "Don't call me that, Mom! That name's for babies!"
Vegeta chuckled, ruffling his son's hair. "That's my boy," he smiled proudly. "Go on and play, son. I'll hold your mother off."
"Yay!" He cried, taking to the skies.
"You will do no such thing, you arrogant little –"
Vegeta tossed her over his shoulders, smirking as she beat his back with her little fists. "What are you trying to do, Little Onna? Tickle me?"
"UGH! Damn you and your freaking giant muscles!"
He swung her around so she sat in his arms like a baby. "I thought you liked my muscles, Žena," he said softly, nipping her ear.
A crimson slash appeared on her cheeks. "Shut up," she muttered.
"I can't believe you taught him how to fly," Bulma complained, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Now I'll never catch him."
"You couldn't catch him before, either," he pointed out, flying into his room through the balcony. "I don't see how not modifying your less than positive chances would change anything."
She smacked his arm and buried her face in his neck, sighing softly as they laid themselves on their bed.
"You're going to be the death of me one day, Woman," he whispered into her hair.
Bulma lifted her head slightly, surprise and concern written on her face. "Why do you say that?" she asked.
He smiled at her, closing his eyes. He purred softly as her fingers petted his tail lovingly, and he nuzzled his nose further into her soft blue tresses.
"Because," he said softly, his voice full of desire, "You are my only weakness."
Bulma smiled as his lips grazed her softly, teasing her mouth tenderly, just to show her how much he truly wanted her.
"You're it!" Trunks yelled, tackling a perfect replica of a miniature Goku.
"Aww, no fair, Trunks," three year old Goten whined. "You're faster than me! And you can fly! Can we play something that needs muscles?"
Trunks grinned. "I don't see why we should. I'd still beat you."
The lavender haired boy just laughed and took off running.
For a couple of toddlers, the demi-Saiyan children's intellect was thoroughly impressive, even for their father's species. They got bored easily and got into mischief, and the little scoundrels had what Bulma called a 'duel mind'; the other always knew where the second was, what they felt like emotionally, and by some strange phenomena, even what the other was doing without being anywhere near the other.
Suddenly, Trunks stopped. Goten crashed into him, his bare feet skidding in the dirt.
"Watch it!" Trunks yelled.
"You just stopped all of a sudden! What was I supposed to do?" retorted the raven haired child.
Trunks grumbled, looking back up at the sky. "Hey Goten? What do you suppose that is?"
Goten looked up, following Trunks' gaze. "Um…I don't know. A firefly maybe?"
The older boy shook his head. "Uh-uh. It's really far away."
He pondered for a moment on what the strange object could be. Then, the blue eyes that resembled his father's in shape widened considerably.
"Goten? Where's Gohan?"
They were back at Goten's house in a matter of seconds, each one yelling at the top of their lungs as they beat on the door.
Gohan opened it, staring at them. "What's all the commotion about?" the now eleven year old asked.
The jumping boys calmed slightly, panting. "Gohan, I need to go home," Trunks said urgently.
The eldest boy raised an eyebrow. "What for? You just got here."
Trunks pointed upwards. Gohan followed his gaze, his eyes widening.
"No," he whispered. "It can't be…it's been over ten years…why now?"
Trunks tugged at Gohan's pants leg. Goku's first born looked down at the little Prince, his eyes betraying his fear.
"Gohan, I need to find my dad. Right now."
Tarble, now18 years old, knocked on his brother's door, grimacing when he heard a growl from within the royal suite.
Vegeta opened the door, looking a bit ticked off. "What?" he demanded. "I'm busy."
Tarble smirked. "Imagine that," he said. Vegeta's cheeks colored slightly. "Bulma's friends are here to see her again."
Vegeta growled. "Tell them to come back later."
Tarble turned on his heels, a mischievous grin on his face. "Oookay. I'm sure you didn't want to see the new woman Yamcha brought this time. After all, her blue hair isn't nearly as pretty as Bulma's…"
Vegeta grabbed his shoulder and yanked him back. "Another blue haired woman?" he asked, curiosity getting the better of him.
"Yup, but it's dark blue. Like our armor. But it's not like you'd want to contrast the two in front of Yamcha or anything. I mean, proving your blue haired woman is better than his blue haired woman is hardly good sportsmanship –"
"We'll be down in a second," Vegeta said, somewhat amused.
Tarble chuckled as his elder brother slammed the door. He always knew just how to get under Vegeta's skin, and it was highly entertaining.
"Woman," Vegeta said. "Your friends are here again. We're going to see them. Get up."
Bulma sat up, the sheets tangled around her half naked body. "Really? You want to go see them?"
He smirked. "Yes. Apparently the scarred one has brought a female with dark blue hair. I'm going to take great pleasure in showing him that my blue haired banshee is far superior."
Bulma laughed and climbed out of bed. "You are so competitive, Vegeta," she said as she slipped her shirt on.
He chuckled. "That's why you have so much trouble resisting me, is it not?"
Bulma smiled, standing behind him in the mirror. She wrapped her arms around his lean waist, inhaling his scent. "Yes," she murmured.
"Hn," he said, taking her small hand in his big one and kissing it. "Hurry up and get dressed, Little Banshee. I'm going to enjoy this."
Bulma's friends waited for her in the dining room, jumping to their feet when the royal couple entered the premises.
"Hey Bulma!" 18 cried. Bulma hugged her, smiling.
"Hey 18! Hey Krillin, Yamcha. It's been forever, hasn't it?" she looked to a woman with dark blue hair standing next to her ex-boyfriend. "Who's this?"
"I'm Launch, Yamcha's girlfriend," the woman replied.
"Nice to meet you," Bulma said warmly, crossing on arm over her chest.
Launch raised an eyebrow. Bulma laughed. "Oops. Sorry, I guess I've gotten used to Saiyan customs. You kinda have to when you're married to their Prince, you know?"
Launch gaped. "Yamcha, you never told me she married the Prince!" She looked at Vegeta wonderingly.
Yamcha bristled. "Sorry, babe, I just –"
"Babe," Vegeta interrupted. "Why do you always call your women babe? You called Bulma that the first time I met you. Clearly, she is not a child."
Yamcha glared at him. "Shut up, Vegeta. You never call her anything but Woman."
The Prince smirked. "Oh contraire, I call her Onna, Žena, Little One, Banshee…" he paused for dramatic effect, his tail sneaking very deliberately around Bulma's waist, "…Mine."
Yamcha gritted his teeth, pulling Launch closer. "Good for you, monkey boy."
Normally, Vegeta would have torn the other man to shreds for calling him that, but he was currently enjoying himself.
"Aww, what's the matter?" he taunted. "You look like you're afraid someone will steal your woman. Actually, that's plausible. After all, there's no cage around here to protect her –"
"Clam it, you thickheaded –"
"Cage?" Launch asked.
Bulma blushed. "Um, the first time I met him, Yamcha and the crew shot him with sedatives and put him in a cage I built. It was literally indestructible. But when I let him out, he brought me here to visit, and I kind of just stayed. On my own account, of course. Anyway, the two that wanted to study him, Miyamoto and Nakamura, they're still in the dungeons, but Vegeta decided to let Yamcha and the others go."
Vegeta smirked. "Yes, and he couldn't even hold her attention while I was around. Hell, two minutes after their breakup she was chatting my ear off –"
"Would you shut up?" Yamcha hissed.
18 and Krillin sighed, taking a seat.
"She ranted to me for about two seconds," Vegeta continued as if Yamcha hadn't spoken, "about how upset she was that he'd cheated of her, and I said one little word and suddenly she forgot all about it –"
"You bastard," Yamcha spat.
"Now, 'Geta, you know you didn't have to bring that up," Bulma scolded.
Launch turned to her boyfriend. "You cheated on her?"
"You aren't cheating on me, are you?" Launch's lower lip trembled, like she was going to cry.
"Oh, I don't doubt him," Vegeta said casually. He grinned, winking at Bulma. "After losing a prize like this? I doubt he'll ever cheat again."
"You little –" Yamcha started.
"What's wrong? Still upset that I got the better catch?"
"Vegeta," Bulma groaned, blushing a little.
"What? It's true."
Launch giggled a little, too innocent to be offended. Of course Vegeta would find her preferable; she was his wife.
"Your Majesty?" A guard entered the room, dropping to one knee at Vegeta's feet.
"What is it, Zorn?"
"Your son is outside, my Prince. He demands your attention. He said it was most urgent."
Vegeta sighed. Just when this was getting fun.
The rest of the group (minus Yamcha) gave a collective sigh too, only of relief.
They all went outside for fresh air, not expecting anything to be direly important. Bulma, however, clung to Vegeta's arm, a feeling of dread suddenly washing over her with every step they took.
"Dad!" Trunks cried, rushing to his parents. He pulled on his father's red cloak, yelling at him to hurry up.
It was then that Vegeta noticed the urgency in his son's voice. He crouched in front of the little boy, putting both hands on his shoulders. "Trunks, calm down. What's wrong?"
The little boy's eyes were filled with terror, and he pointed to a spot in the sky above where Goku, Gohan and Goten stood with Tarble and Fasha. Vegeta looked up.
"Oh, Kami," he whispered. He stood slowly, making his way to the rest of the Saiyans, who stood there solemnly, watching the sky.
"They're here," Goku said, his voice eerily dead.
Vegeta nodded, his face taking on a seriousness that he now only war previous to battle. He felt his animal instincts sharpen on their own, his body gearing itself up without his permission.
"Dammit," he said softly, gritting his teeth.
Bulma approached him, but stopped a few feet away, fear of an unseen force making her freeze.
"Vegeta?" she asked quietly.
He said nothing for a moment, his dark, obsidian eyes becoming deathly serious, like the Prince of Battle that he was.
Bulma took a second to look at him, really look at him. His broad shoulders were now tensed, his jaw set firmly, or rather, more so than usual, and his fists were clenched. His normally lively tail stiffened, wrapping protectively around his waist. The wind licked gently at his cloak, pulling a few charcoal strands of hair from his black, flame-like mane.
He turned to her, his steel gaze softening slightly as his dark eyes fell on his beautiful life mate.
"It's the Ice-jins, Bulma. They've returned."
A/N: The End.
Yes, I KNOW, I'm an evil woman and you all hate me. But hey, I update fast. Sequel will come very soon cuz Christmas Break starts in two days. Speaking of which, I should be studying.
Look out for the sequel to The Animal I Have Become...
Only The Strongest.