After Vegeta had killed the third and last member of Frieza's army, he looked around at the bloody ground beneath him. His brothers were dead. Raditz was sliced into two, and Kakarot still had the knife through his heart. The Saiyan said a quick prayer, and then turned his back to leave the bloody battle field behind him. He did not shed a tear for his fallen brothers; they had died with dignity, sacrificing themselves for Planet Vegeta.

He was taught not to show emotions and become depressed over losing his brothers; but rather, be proud for knowing they all won the battle. Even if he was the last survivor.

The short Saiyan made his way up the steps of his palace, running past the columns and straight to his father whom was overcome with joy at the sight of his son. Noticing he was alone, King Vegeta lowered his head in silent understanding.

"Now I give you the hardest task of all," King Vegeta looked up to his last remaining son. "You need to tell Kakarot's wife what happened."

Showing no mercy in his eyes, Vegeta nodded and walk towards the woman who was resting her worried head in her dainty hands. Vegeta cleared his throat, catching her attention.

"V-Vegeta?" Her blue eyes were hopeful. "You're here... That means, that means you won!" She jumped up on her feet and embraced Vegeta, knowing full well he wouldn't return it. But still, she was in pain. Knowing that he won, meant that her brother had lost.

He pushed her away, his eyes hard. "Kakarot and your brother are both dead," Vegeta bluntly announced, showing no emotion. "They fought very well. You should be proud."

Bulma's heart was shattering into pieces at his words. She had lost her husband, and brother in a matter of seconds. All that was before her was the lone survivor, the most ruthless of all. The tears began to fall down her face, making her breathing short and heavy.

Vegeta's lips curled up into a snarl of disgust seeing her emotional state. "A weak woman like you does not deserve to live! Show some love for your home, and for your husband's sake. Be happy he died a hero and won, not cry for the lost."

He was in her face now, threatening to kill her if she wouldn't stop showing such shameful weakness. "I'll cut that pretty little neck of yours off now, if you don't stop this nonsense!" He began to whisper to her full lips. Even through his anger, he couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. "You repulsive little wench."

The hotness of his breath against her overtook her. She wasn't sure if it was her emotions getting the best of her, or the fact she hadn't gotten attention from a man in a long time, but she placed her lips on his, moaning as she did it.

Sensing how tasty this woman was, Vegeta pressed his lips against Bulma's harder and returned the moan until the sound filled the entire palace. He had never felt such a sensation quite like this before.

It was too much to handle...

Bulma had not paid attention to her husband ever since Trunks came on stage, failing to see her husband knocked out like a baby. It wasn't until her son wasn't part of the next scene that the moans of her name escaping Vegeta's mouth caught her attention.

"Bulma..."

"Uh, honey?" She shook his shoulder, but the prince didn't wake up. He was too deep in his dream.

"What a guy," Goku chuckled quietly, not wanting to distract anyone else from watching the play. He too had lost interest once his son disappeared offstage. "He was dreaming about me being dead a few minutes ago."

Bulma's stomach felt sick all of a sudden. "How long has been asleep!?" How could she not have realized it?!

"Since the play started!" The goofy Saiyan laughed more, and then stopped when he saw her expression. "Hey, what's wrong? Why do you look so upset?"

"Trunks saw him sleeping," she felt her eyes water up, knowing how much her son was hurting at the moment. "That's why he hit Goten so hard."

Goku scratched the back of his head. "I don't know why you're so upset, Bulma. Goten can take a punch, he is my son after all!"

"No, no," Bulma wiped a tear away. "It's not that. Trunks saw Vegeta asleep during such an important time in his life. He's not going to get over this easily."

Goku looked down at his feet, and then back at Bulma. He smiled brightly. "Hey, don't worry about it! I've done a lot of wrong things to Goten and especially Gohan, and they-"

"Enjoy the last kiss of your life, for now I take it away you weak woman!"

The blue-haired woman looked down at her 'better' half with frustration. What in the world was he dreaming about?

The lone Saiyan stabbed the already bloodied knife into the torso of his brother's wife, enjoying the sound of her screams. "A beautiful, but weak woman. What a waste."

Vegeta's eyes shot open, sweating like crazy. He sighed in relief seeing his wife looking down at him with a bewildered expression on her face. "Bulma... You're alive."

She crossed her arms over her chest, and raised an angry eyebrow. "Yes, is that a problem!?"

He ignored her question as he gaze went over to the Saiyan staring down at him with a big, stupid grin on his face. He scowled. "Oh, the clown is still alive as well."

Bulma was about to open her mouth to begin the hell storm that he surely deserved, but stopped when her son re-entered the stage to take his final bow alongside Goten and the other 'soldiers'. Their family's stood up, applauding and cheering loudly. Vegeta even threw his son a very small apologetic smile, to which Trunks returned with the death glare.

"Damn," Vegeta said to his wife, causing her smile to vanish immediately. "What's wrong with the kid?"

"What's wrong?! What's wrong!? Oh, I'll tell you what's wrong!" She turned so her full body was facing him. She struck her elbows out, placing her hands on her hips. It was her signature stance when it came to chiding her boys. "That little boy gave the performance of his life in hopes of impressing his father, who drooled the whole time! I won't blame him for not wanting to speak to you for years."

Vegeta rolled his eyes at her words. Trunks could care less about if he watched the performance or not, as long as he was there.

Right?

The prince looked at his son once more. The angry glare made his stomach uneasy as he knew it was directed to him. Suddenly, for the first time in years, Vegeta felt guilt was over his entire body.

The sunshine had crept into the window of Bulma and Vegeta's excessively large bedroom as the alpha male squinted at the light that had come too quickly. He grumbled, and reached a hand over to place on his wife.

Or, at least, where his wife should be.

Instead, his hand was on top of a golden retriever puppy, happily wriggling under his touch.

"The hell?"

Vegeta sat up slowly, and then the events that happened the night before had hit him like a bad hangover. The two families went out to dinner immediately following the play, much to Vegeta's chagrin. He knew how the night was going to go: Goku would stuff his face like a pig, Gohan would be telling cheesy jokes that got no laugh except from his child-like father, the two black-haired wives would go on and on about the new baby sure to arrive, and Bulma and Trunks would avoid any and all contact with Vegeta that entire night.

And that's exactly what happened.

They were silent all throughout dinner. They were silent on the way home. They were silent as he tried watching a movie with them. They were silent getting ready for bed. They remained silent until Vegeta thought it would drive him insane.

Lucky for him, his wife's heart couldn't hold back as she saw how upset he was becoming. She spoke up, watching him sullenly brush his teeth in their shared bathroom. "Trunks really needs you to speak to him. He needs to know his father cares about what he does."

Vegeta looked at himself in the mirror, and took a deep breath. There was no fighting her, this time. It was all on him. He muttered something only dogs could hear and then took off in the direction to Trunks' room. The boy was pouting on his bed, and didn't look up when his father entered the room.

"What do you want?" He sneered, his eyes remaining on the red comforter.

Vegeta sighed. He was going to have to surrender. He took a seat on the bed beside his son, and began. "Listen, boy- Look at me! Listen. I know what I did today was wrong, and it hurt you. But I'm not going to lie to you, Trunks. That play was boring as hell, and I was exhausted. It's not a good combination."

The lavender-haired boy bit his tongue, knowing his father had to get everything out before Trunks responded unreasonably. His mother had taught him that useful information.

"You did look great up there," Vegeta continued. "But that was an imaginary battle... Child's play. I've seen you in real battle, and that has never bored me. I'm very proud of you, son."

Trunks couldn't hide his anger anymore. His face was a red hue, and a giant smile had formed on his face. He had only heard his father say once before, and to hear it again assured him that he meant it. "Thanks, Dad. I'm proud of you, too."

Vegeta smirked, and stood up to leave until Trunks blurted out: "I'm still mad at you, though!"

He looked over his shoulder in annoyance at the boy. "Why?"

"Because you're always breaking your promises! You promised me a puppy, you promised me a new sibling, and now you promised to watch me perform and look how that turned out!"

"No," Vegeta shook his head as he walked out. "No, no, no. Hell no!"

Vegeta's memories of last night made him groan, and he looked over at the golden demon creature as it licked his hand. Its red collar had a name tag on it that read Biscuit.

Biscuit.

The Super Saiyan prince and warrior now had a puppy named Biscuit.

"How in the hell did he get me to do that?" Vegeta growled, and a loud scream came from his bathroom. He got up immediately, Biscuit nipping at his heels. The door burst opened before he could open it himself, a very ecstatic Bulma jumping up and down.

"Oh, Vegeta! This is the best thing in the world!" She gushed, the joy in her eyes overwhelming Vegeta who had just woken up. "I'm pregnant!"

"You're pregnant!" Trunks was standing in their doorway, wanting to find Biscuit but discovering exciting news instead. "I'm going to be a big brother! I'm going to be a big brother!" He ran over to his mother and grabbed her hands, the two jumping up and down. The little puppy was right there with him.

They were so engulfed in their happiness, that they didn't notice the Saiyan who had fainted on the floor.

Life was perfect.

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