It was the night before Christmas and all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, aside from Vegeta, who was lost in his thoughts. He had been sitting in his bed for who knows how long, watching the careful rhythm of Bulma's breathing. It was still hard for him to believe that, for the first time in his life things seemed to be working out. There was always that tiny spark that hated this, the man he once was all those years ago when he came to Earth. He had lied to himself time and again he didn't need his family to be strong, until he went up against Buu.
However those final moments, gave the Prince a glimmer of something he had never felt in his whole life. A purpose, never before had he ever felt that. Under Frieza, his life meant nothing, whenever Nappa or Raditz failed at a job, it fell on him to get punished, because he was their prince. He took a slow breath as his dark eyes go back to his wife. If his planet had survived, when they had gotten married, he would have been named the new king of his planet.
An odd thought crosses his mind as he looks up. What would the other Saiyans think of this planet? Sure humans weren't that strong, but if Bulma had stood before the king himself with her tecnology, Vegeta felt even he would be impressed, Hell he was. The idea a large ship, could fit into a tiny capsule, it still blew his mind. What then, there was no rule in his culture stating he had to marry royalty, all things considering that would be impossible. Still would a half-breed be welcomed in his world? He had no answer for that.
He leans his cheek onto his fist as he narrows his eyes a bit. Had things worked out, he would stand before the others and clam his son as their new king. It was just how their tradition worked, the crown prince wasn't a king until he found his mate. Hard to be a ruler of anyone when the only pure blooded Saiyan was nothing more than a clown. Still, he had a bit of respect for the man, but he would never say it out loud. He seems to relax however as another strange thought passes through his mind.
What would Nappa think of this, did it really matter. The man was strong sure but he felt he would have never been able to form a life here on this planet like Vegeta had. It was hard to say and to much time had passed to wish him back if he wanted to. Not that he would, after all what would the point be? Vegeta was so much stronger now than he was when he came to Earth, became a super Saiyan. What would his father think about that and he lets out a low laugh.
Bulma starts to stir as she rolls, her arm landing on his lap. Vegeta raises his brow, but he doesn't move. He had changed, before, he couldn't stand this, being this close to her. Even as he started sharing a bed with her after Cell, it made him so stiff and unsure. For Bulma, it had been one hell of a surprise as a week after the whole Cell fight he just, showed up, out of nowhere as if he had been doing this the whole time. It took her ages to get used to him, but after awhile she found she looked forward to it.
Vegeta had never forced her into anything. They just seemed to work on the same level and soon little by little he was able to let his guard down. Only for her though, he didn't think anybody else on this planet had the same fiery spirit she had. That same fire that was able to stand up to him, and even put him in his place. Him of all people, he could have killed her. The devil that he was almost demanded it until he was face to face with her, sick and tired of her 'concern' for him. It happened so fast.
Shortly after he had blown up the space pod, he hurt himself. He didn't care as he went back to training and she caught him off guard. He went to her room, to yell at her, to tell her to mind her own business, but as he looked at her. Those eyes, they could put the purest sapphires to shame and before he had any idea what he was doing, he had her pinned against the wall. He felt himself blush, she drove a different beast to come out and he didn't let her go for two days.
Bulma wakes up as she blinks, every so often, when he got worked up about something, she could feel it. She couldn't sense energy, but she felt his body get warm and that normally told her he was upset over something. She sits up and looks into his eyes. They seemed so dark as he turns his gaze to her. He wasn't mad, he just looked thoughtful as she moves closer to him. "What's wrong Vegeta?" He shakes his head, holding her hand.
"Nothing, I couldn't sleep, to many thoughts going through my head at once..." She doesn't move, letting the man speak. "Had my planet survived, if Frieza never existed, I would have been crowned king, while you would be my queen. While most would see humans as nothing more than a weak race, I think they would have respected your technology.." He takes a low breath as he looks down. "Now my own son is getting married...and what do I have to offer him?"
Bulma was surprised by this. He normally didn't go into a lot of detail about his people. It normally pained him to much to be reminded they had been wiped out. "Oh Vegeta, you don't have to give him anything. All he's ever wanted was for you to be there for him and you've trained him into a fine young man." She smiles as she holds his arm lightly. "You've given him a better future where he can get married, hell have a kid, and when I think about it my heart breaks for...our son in the future..."
Mirai Trunks, the one that warned them of the Androids. A future where not a single one aside from Bulma had survived. Her heart broke for him, hoping that when he returned, things would slowly get better. "Vegeta, I know you can be hard on yourself, but in the long run, we gave our son the best possible out come there is." Vegeta gazes at the wall before he turns to her. A smile crosses his normally stoic face as he kisses the top of her head. Bulma just smiles at him as she keeps her hold on him.
However those final moments, gave the Prince a glimmer of something he had never felt in his whole life. A purpose, never before had he ever felt that. Under Frieza, his life meant nothing, whenever Nappa or Raditz failed at a job, it fell on him to get punished, because he was their prince. He took a slow breath as his dark eyes go back to his wife. If his planet had survived, when they had gotten married, he would have been named the new king of his planet.
An odd thought crosses his mind as he looks up. What would the other Saiyans think of this planet? Sure humans weren't that strong, but if Bulma had stood before the king himself with her tecnology, Vegeta felt even he would be impressed, Hell he was. The idea a large ship, could fit into a tiny capsule, it still blew his mind. What then, there was no rule in his culture stating he had to marry royalty, all things considering that would be impossible. Still would a half-breed be welcomed in his world? He had no answer for that.
He leans his cheek onto his fist as he narrows his eyes a bit. Had things worked out, he would stand before the others and clam his son as their new king. It was just how their tradition worked, the crown prince wasn't a king until he found his mate. Hard to be a ruler of anyone when the only pure blooded Saiyan was nothing more than a clown. Still, he had a bit of respect for the man, but he would never say it out loud. He seems to relax however as another strange thought passes through his mind.
What would Nappa think of this, did it really matter. The man was strong sure but he felt he would have never been able to form a life here on this planet like Vegeta had. It was hard to say and to much time had passed to wish him back if he wanted to. Not that he would, after all what would the point be? Vegeta was so much stronger now than he was when he came to Earth, became a super Saiyan. What would his father think about that and he lets out a low laugh.
Bulma starts to stir as she rolls, her arm landing on his lap. Vegeta raises his brow, but he doesn't move. He had changed, before, he couldn't stand this, being this close to her. Even as he started sharing a bed with her after Cell, it made him so stiff and unsure. For Bulma, it had been one hell of a surprise as a week after the whole Cell fight he just, showed up, out of nowhere as if he had been doing this the whole time. It took her ages to get used to him, but after awhile she found she looked forward to it.
Vegeta had never forced her into anything. They just seemed to work on the same level and soon little by little he was able to let his guard down. Only for her though, he didn't think anybody else on this planet had the same fiery spirit she had. That same fire that was able to stand up to him, and even put him in his place. Him of all people, he could have killed her. The devil that he was almost demanded it until he was face to face with her, sick and tired of her 'concern' for him. It happened so fast.
Shortly after he had blown up the space pod, he hurt himself. He didn't care as he went back to training and she caught him off guard. He went to her room, to yell at her, to tell her to mind her own business, but as he looked at her. Those eyes, they could put the purest sapphires to shame and before he had any idea what he was doing, he had her pinned against the wall. He felt himself blush, she drove a different beast to come out and he didn't let her go for two days.
Bulma wakes up as she blinks, every so often, when he got worked up about something, she could feel it. She couldn't sense energy, but she felt his body get warm and that normally told her he was upset over something. She sits up and looks into his eyes. They seemed so dark as he turns his gaze to her. He wasn't mad, he just looked thoughtful as she moves closer to him. "What's wrong Vegeta?" He shakes his head, holding her hand.
"Nothing, I couldn't sleep, to many thoughts going through my head at once..." She doesn't move, letting the man speak. "Had my planet survived, if Frieza never existed, I would have been crowned king, while you would be my queen. While most would see humans as nothing more than a weak race, I think they would have respected your technology.." He takes a low breath as he looks down. "Now my own son is getting married...and what do I have to offer him?"
Bulma was surprised by this. He normally didn't go into a lot of detail about his people. It normally pained him to much to be reminded they had been wiped out. "Oh Vegeta, you don't have to give him anything. All he's ever wanted was for you to be there for him and you've trained him into a fine young man." She smiles as she holds his arm lightly. "You've given him a better future where he can get married, hell have a kid, and when I think about it my heart breaks for...our son in the future..."
Mirai Trunks, the one that warned them of the Androids. A future where not a single one aside from Bulma had survived. Her heart broke for him, hoping that when he returned, things would slowly get better. "Vegeta, I know you can be hard on yourself, but in the long run, we gave our son the best possible out come there is." Vegeta gazes at the wall before he turns to her. A smile crosses his normally stoic face as he kisses the top of her head. Bulma just smiles at him as she keeps her hold on him.
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