Hello hello! I hope everyone is ready for the next chapter! I meant to post this last night, but I had to edit a lot of things... and now there is a Steven Universe marathon going on on CN, lol, I'm not really focusing at all! Hehe, I'm a huge fan of Steven Universe and I just can't wait for the new episode tomorrow. But enough about me! I know I left y'all on a cliffhanger last time, and while I'm not picking up directly of what happens afterwards, this chapter should at least show you what eventually led to that night. Also, this chapter might need to go up a rating, seeing as there is some more sexual theme to it not exactly lemon but near it. So, proceed with caution! And thank you to those who have kept up with the story since day one and those who just started following from the last update! Y'all rock guys. Now, on to the reading!

A few weeks had passed by since Bulma returned to the science department. And she had never been happier. She was getting to do what she loved the most and she was spending a lot more time with Trunks too. But one thing she was enjoying about the new chapter in her life was her new relationship Ren. They were taking a lot of things pretty slow, but she couldn't ask for a better man. Bulma had completely forgotten what it was like to have a normal boyfriend. One that treats her to dates, sends her flowers, and has intelligent conversations with her. And she liked the fact that Ren was patient with her, she really needed the time.

Going out on dates was pretty hard however. They would have to go to very inconspicuous places to meet up, since the tabloids always seem to want to know everything about her social life. Even when Ren had his daughters for the weekends, it was hard just going to a park together without being noticed. She really needed it to be kept a secret from her mother more so than Vegeta. She was pretty sure Vegeta didn't care, but her mother adored Vegeta and wanted nothing more than for her daughter to settle with him and give her more beautiful Saiyan grandchildren. Any other man wouldn't be good enough.

Bulma was planning on introducing Ren officially to her family at Trunks' birthday tomorrow. She was apprehensive about the whole thing, not just because of what her mom might think, but also because it meant that she had to come clean about Trunks' father to Ren. A question she kept avoiding every time he brought it up.

And then what was there to do with Vegeta… just let him off scotch free? At some point, she did want to move back to the compound if things did become serious with Ren, what will she do with Vegeta. Tell him he's free from any responsibility whatsoever as long as he's gone? Bulma entertained the idea. 'He would probably like that' Bulma thought as she noticed hardly any interaction between the two, but it didn't explain why Vegeta kept egging her on about training Trunks. It was all he ever talked about. 'My son needs to be a strong warrior like me, bleh' Bulma mocked Vegeta's words. Bulma was just angered that now Vegeta wanted to take responsibility mainly so he can get his way when it came to raising Trunks. She shuddered at the thought of co-parenting with him...

Bulma brushed the thought off. Whatever happens, happens, Bulma thought as she focused back on the project at hand. Since Trunks' birthday was tomorrow, she had asked her mother to help her out with a collage she wanted to make. All she had to do was pick out the pictures she wanted to use since Bulma wasn't really into arts and crafts. She was somewhat sad that Trunks was already one. It seemed like it was only yesterday that she held him in her arms the day he was born. The feeling kind of made her want another baby. Bulma shook her head vigorously. 'Bad Bulma! No more babies with terrible men!' She scolded herself and continued looking through old photos.

It made her nostalgic looking through all the albums her mother had saved. Everything from birthdays, family vacations, to adventures she had with her friends were stored in the room. She looked through some albums labeled 'Bulma's Dates' and it made her laugh. She went through pictures of awkward dates she had as a teenager and to when she was dating Yamcha. One picture however caught her attention. It was all the way at the end of the album.

There was a picture of Vegeta sitting on a couch with her. She was sitting on one side, resting her head on her knees and Vegeta sitting on the other end. She remembered it was a Friday night and they were eating pizza and drinking while talking about their day. She talked about things she does in her lab while he talked about his training. Granted it wasn't about their feelings towards each other, but it was something. It was the most they have spoken to each other about anything, and Bulma hanged to his every word as if he were reciting her love poems. It probably explained her stupid love struck expression on the picture. Bulma turned the picture around. She rolled her eyes. In the back of the picture it read ' Bulma and future son in law.' There were hearts all over that sentence. Her mother always was a wishful thinker.

"Don't you two look cute" Mrs Briefs said as a flash of her camera followed.

"MOM!" Bulma said embarrassed. She was so engrossed with the conversation, she didn't realize her mother was passing by. Apparently, neither did Vegeta, since it caught him off guard too.

"I can't wait to print this one!" Mrs. Briefs said as she zoomed in her daughter's face. She noticed something was going one because her daughter isn't one to have starry eyes for just any man. She might've not been a smart woman, but she can put two and two together. She grinned and headed out. "Well, I'm off to bed. Don't stay up too late you two." She winked at Bulma.

Bulma just wanted to die! Her secret was almost exposed. Yeah it was true that she and Vegeta had been hooking up for awhile now, but nobody else knew that, and she wanted to keep it that way. Vegeta was just a different type of relationship for her that she didn't want to share. He wasn't someone that was dating her, or someone that was going to show up with flowers, or wine and dine her, but he did give her something no other man had given her before, well, at least not nearly as good. The thought of it alone made her more than just red on the cheeks.

"Are you blushing?" Vegeta asked Bulma as he leaned in close to her. His chin was hovering over her knees now as she backed up a bit at Vegeta's invasion of her personal space. He wanted to make Bulma nervous. He loved it when she wasn't as confident as she usually was when she was angry.

"N-no. W-w-why, would I be blushing?" Bulma said, stuttering, getting even more red. But she secretly loved it every time he would tease her. She loved how close he was getting to her.

"Yes you are." Vegeta laughed. "Do I make you nervous?"

"N-no!" Bulma said, now grabbing the pillow behind her and hitting Vegeta on the shoulder.

"Oh wow, that really hurt." Vegeta said sarcastically, making Bulma laugh at his reaction. He was really being playful that night. Maybe it was the drinks. Maybe it was the familiarity forming between them. She didn't care. He was hers for the night.

Bulma calmed up a bit and smiled at Vegeta, some strands of hair were in her face. He subconsciously reached for her face and tucked the hair behind her ear, making Bulma blush again. Vegeta didn't know if Earth women were witches the way Bulma cast a spell on him every time she was near, but he didn't care, she could curse him for the rest of his life.

"Do you want to go…?" Bulma asked Vegeta as she put her hand on his shoulders, breaking the tiny silence between them. Vegeta smirked, he knew what she was asking him. He ran his hands on her thighs, spreading them so he can get between her, his body was now hovering over hers. She was pinned right between his strong arms.

"Why would I go upstairs?" Vegeta said as he leaned in to Bulma's ear. "I'm perfectly comfortable right here." He began kissing her neck as his hands roamed underneath her tank top.

Bulma was ready. She wrapped her legs around Vegeta, closing whatever gap was between them. She can feel the heat between them and her body was aching, but her damn logic intervened for a brief second. "Vegeta!" She exclaimed as she put her hand to his lips. He looked a bit annoyed that she stopped him. "My mom was just right here!" she loudly whispered. It's not like they were secretive about where they did the act, but usually no one was around when they did. Her parents were home and near. She was scared they would find them in a very 'compromising' position.

"So?" Vegeta looked at her devilishly taking his shirt off. He grabbed her wrist and pinned them above her head. He didn't care if he got caught. It wasn't going to stop him. "Just don't be loud." He winked at her, giving her a very arrogant smirk. He knew she wasn't going to keep it down.

Bulma didn't have to be told twice. At that point, all of her logic went out the window as she got lost in their sexy time.

Bulma fazed back to reality. If she could go back in time, she'd slap that stupid expression off her face and tell herself to run… She held the picture ready to rip it to shreds, but something in her couldn't bring herself to do it. A small tear rolled down her eye. Even though things were really great with Ren, she didn't feel the same for him. She didn't even feel the same for Yamcha when they were an item, at least not nearly as strong as Vegeta. The picture brought in a wave of emotions that she had locked away. She would never feel the same for anyone else...ever.

Bulma wiped her tears and grabbed the photos that she needed for her little project She folded the one of Vegeta and put it in her back pocket. 'This will be my little secret.' She thought as she patted her butt. She then made her way to her mother to help her with the collage.

"Hey mom here are the pictures!" Bulma said as she put them down on the kitchen table. She noticed Trunks wasn't around. "Is Trunks with my dad?" she asked.

"Oh, he's with Vegeta in the GR. He really loves his daddy. He doesn't want to be around me or your dad when Vegeta is around." Mrs. Briefs said as she set down some tea.

"What? MOM! You know I don't want Trunks to be anywhere near that thing!" Bulma huffed.

"Bulma relax! I'm sure Vegeta isn't being too hard on Trunks." Mrs. Briefs said. She would know, seeing as she'd seen progress between Vegeta and Trunks relationship. Bulma would never hear it. Even when Mrs. Briefs manages to tell her about the two of them, Bulma would assume she was just falsely praising him or over exaggerating. But Vegeta was indeed stepping up as a father when Bulma was not around. Something Mrs. Briefs loved seeing, she just wish Bulma could see it. Patience is always key she thought.

"He isn't even supposed be training him in the first place!" Bulma said as she made a beeline to the GR. She was really angry that Vegeta would purposefully defy her wishes of not wanting Trunks to be trained and her mother for letting him. She couldn't care less if Vegeta wanted to mess himself up in there, but she sure as hell didn't want her son to get hurt due to Vegeta's indifference.

As she got outside, she noticed the GR wasn't even on. She slowed her roll a bit as she heard Trunks' laughter. She found it weird. Usually she can hear the humming of gravity machine and it was way too early for Vegeta to end his training. She decided to sneak up on them as see what was going on.

Trunks was hanging on Vegeta's back while Vegeta did burpees. Bulma couldn't help but find the image amusing. Trunks seemed to be giggling while his father was going up and down in his workout. Vegeta didn't seem to mind Trunks' presence at all. He just seemed to focus on his workout. Vegeta then stopped and grabbed Trunks off his back.

"Alright brat, let's do sit ups now." Vegeta said as he put Trunks on his knees while he did his sit ups. Trunks would playfully push him back every time Vegeta would come up, thinking he was the one pushing him down. All she could hear was giggles from her son as Vegeta was counting.

Bulma couldn't help but smile. She didn't realize Vegeta could be pretty patient with Trunks. In fact, this was probably one of the very first time Vegeta actually did something with Trunks other than ignore him. She watched both of them for what seemed like forever as Vegeta did a variety of exercises with Trunks.

Vegeta put Trunks down as he finished his post training workout. As soon as he put him down, Trunks expression turned into a scowl. He lifted his arms almost demanding to be picked up again. Vegeta kind of laughed as he wiped the sweat off his brow. "Heh, easy for you kid! You're not the one doing the hard work!" Vegeta said, only for Trunks to huff and fold his arms angrily. Vegeta then laughed and ruffled his son's hair. "Boy, you look just like your mother when you do that."

"I do not do that!" Bulma said as she did the exact same thing Trunks did, startling Vegeta.

"How long were you there?" Vegeta said kind of embarrassed after being caught displaying weaker emotions.

"Long enough." Bulma replied as Trunks ran up to her. She picked him up and gave him a quick kiss then turned her attention to Vegeta. Bulma wasn't angry or worried anymore. She was now just dumbfounded. 'When did this happen?' Bulma thought to herself. Vegeta couldn't even be bothered to look at him, let alone hold him. And Trunks was almost deathly afraid of his father. Now they're in here acting as if they've been inseparable best buddies! Bulma had so many questions...

Vegeta kind of stood there, a bit uncomfortable at Bulma staring at him. He hated feeling vulnerable. He cleared his throat. "So, will you let me train him?" Vegeta asked, maybe for the millionth time. He really hated having to beg Bulma to let him train his son, it felt like it was a battle he would never win.

"Y-yeah…" Bulma finally mustered the words. Vegeta was expecting her to say no again, but it took him by surprise. It even took Bulma by surprise.

"What, really?" He said still in a bit of disbelief, almost with a real smile on his face. Like a kid that was just told he was going to the park. He quickly composed himself afterwards realizing how stupid he must've looked. "Ahem, I mean, good. Good." He said trying to sound tough. "I'll start his training tomorrow then." Vegeta finally said.

"Wait, you can't start his training tomorrow. It's his birthday!" Bulma said.

"So, I train on my birthdays." Vegeta said as if it were a normal thing.

"No! You can have him Monday morning, but not a day earlier!" Bulma said putting her foot down.

"FINE! Monday morning then." Vegeta said, not pushing his luck. Maybe then he could think about what kind of training he can give to a one year old. He was heading out to take a shower until Bulma grabbed him by the arm.

"Vegeta…" Bulma said, trying to figure out what she really wanted to tell him. She hadn't been this close to Vegeta in a while. And after seeing what had just happened, she couldn't help but see him in a different light. She thought he was very sexy when he was being a father, with that sweat rolling down his perfectly sculpted muscles... 'No Bulma! Quit having those thoughts!' she scolded herself.

"Spit it out woman!" Vegeta said now a bit annoyed.

"You're coming tomorrow, right?" She finally said.

Vegeta figured it wouldn't hurt to drop by just to eat. "I'll make it." Vegeta said as he headed back to the compound. Bulma just stared at his muscular back.

'Damn you Bulma, you can't even rip a photo of the man. Quit having inappropriate thoughts about your now ex' Bulma scolded herself yet again as she quickly followed Vegeta back to the house. She didn't know what the hell just happened to her.

Vegeta came downstairs after being freshly showered. He felt so relaxed after his shower. Tonight just felt like a good night.

He walked to the kitchen to go get a snack. Bulma was sitting by the kitchen table watching TV and eating strawberries as her mother was working on her collage. Trunks was on her lap stealing some of her berries.

"Vegeta, honey, do you want me to make you something to eat?" Mrs. Briefs said as she looked up from her project.

"I'm fine. I'll just have ramen." Vegeta responded.

"That better not be one of my cup of noodles." Bulma yelled at him.

Vegeta sat down on the kitchen table. "It is. And it's the last one." Vegeta said with no mercy as he ate his noodles.

Bulma kind of chuckled. "Why is your papa such a mean man Trunks?" she playfully talked to Trunks, as he chewed on the strawberries.

"Too bad you don't have any pictures with Trunks, Vegeta. I think this collage would've looked nice if both of you were included in the pictures." Mrs. Briefs said, catching Vegeta's attention.

He looked over to the pictures she was talking about and they were all about Trunks. He didn't realize Trunks was even smaller when he was born. Granted, he's noticed the growth difference than when he first saw him, but he looked so small, he could've probably fit in his hand.

"What's this? This doesn't exactly look like the boy." Vegeta said as he picked up a picture that was black and gray. It stood out from the rest.

"That's a picture of an ultrasound." Bulma said as she diverted her attention from the TV to Vegeta. He still looked confused. Bulma then realized Vegeta might not know what an ultrasound is.

"It's like a scan they did on my belly. What you see here is what Trunks looked like when he was still in me." Bulma said as she stood up with Trunks now on her hip She looked over Vegeta's shoulder casually pressing her body against his back as she pointed to the picture. It gave Vegeta goosebumps. "Here is his head, and that's his body, and those are his little legs." Bulma said, leaving Vegeta a bit tense as she rested her hand on his shoulder.

He did, however, find it comforting that Bulma was interacting with him. He couldn't remember the last time they could just be this close and have a conversation with each other that didn't end in a fight. Even Trunks seemed at ease watching his parents reminisce.

"What happened to Trunks' tail?" Vegeta asked. He was always curious to see if his son was born with one or not. His pride always kept him from even asking.

"Well, the doctors said it might was birth defect, so I had it removed because you know…" Bulma said kind of leaning away from Vegeta. She thought he was going to get furious over it, seeing as the tail is a symbol of Saiyan heritage. She was in for a surprise when he heard his response.

"Oh yeah, you have a full moon often. Keeping it would've not been a good idea." Vegeta said nonchalantly as he skimmed through other photos. 'Okay then.' Bulma thought as continued their little thing.

Mrs. Briefs looked at them. She was so happy to see her daughter and Vegeta finally have a moment of peace. It could've been a perfect night. She would've offered to take Trunks upstairs with her so they could have alone time. Maybe reconcile. Maybe give her more grandchildren. It could've been a perfect night. But it wasn't.

"Tonight in celebrity news, Bulma Briefs had been spotted with a new man. New pictures have surface showing super scientist Bulma Briefs out on dates with new company CEO. Is it possible that this mystery man is her baby's daddy? Find out in just a sec after this commercial break!" the TV blared.

Vegeta had stopped flipping through the pictures and Mrs. Briefs stared at her daughter as if she'd seen a ghost. Bulma backed up a bit and Vegeta then turned around to see if it was true, but she didn't have to say a thing. From the look in her eyes, he already knew.

He got up and left, leaving Bulma with a very hysterical Mrs. Briefs.

Why didn't you tell me you were in another relationship? All this time you've been lying to me!" Mrs. Briefs said as she cried in her handkerchief.

"Mom, I knew you were going to act like this!" Bulma yelled, making Trunks cry. Bulma and her mother had been going at at for a while now. It almost seemed like it was her mother she was breaking up with the way she cared so much about her new fling.

"Now honey calm down." Dr. Briefs said. He had heard arguing from his daughter and wife of all people and decided to see what all the commotion was about.

"So are you going to just kick him to the curb. With nowhere to sleep or have a good meal to eat?!" Mrs. Briefs questioned her irritated daughter.

"Mom, he's not a dog. I'm sure Vegeta can take care of himself just fine. And no, I'm not kicking Vegeta out. I'd rather have him here where I can see him, than somewhere I can't while he trains Trunks." Bulma said.

"C'mon honey, you and I both know this was going to happen at some point. Vegeta and Bulma just can't be what you want them to be." Dr. Briefs said trying to control the situation. Mrs. Briefs just huffed and went upstairs without another word, upset that her husband was right. "She'll be fine. I'll talk to her." Dr. Briefs looked at Bulma trying to give her some comfort.

"Thanks dad…" Bulma said feeling defeated regardless.

"She acted the same way when you and Yamcha broke up. Heck, she swore that there was no man on Earth good enough for you after that." Dr. Briefs added, not realizing the irony behind that. "But I do think you should talk to Vegeta about this too."

"Oh he already knows…" Bulma said a bit ashamed. She still remembered the look he gave her. She didn't imagine how she would talk to Vegeta about this. She never owed anyone an explanation of why she had to move on or break up with them. But Vegeta was her baby's father. Regardless of how much of an ass or jerk he was to her, he had the right to know what is going on in Trunks' life. Bulma had a headache.

"Dad, can you hold on to Trunks for a bit, I'm going to get a smoke…" Bulma said as she handed her kid over to her dad.

"Well, we'll be in the lab when you're back." Dr. Briefs said as Bulma headed out.

Bulma took a pig puff of her cigarette as she stood outside the compound. She had checked her phone. She had a handful of calls she didn't want to answer. She looked through her texts and saw one from Ren.

'I guess the cat's out of the bag. Call me when you can. XO'

Bulma half smiled. And decided to call him.

"Hey B, are you okay?" Ren said, quickly picking up the phone.

"No… it's just, my mom acted exactly the way I thought she would… She's really not happy." Bulma said almost crying on the other side. 'Why did this have to be this hard!?' Bulma thought.

"Do you want me to come over? I can pick you up, we can talk about it." Ren comforted her.

"Yes, can you?" Bulma said.

"Alright, I'm heading out from the office, I'll be there in 20 minutes. It'll be fine I promise!" Ren said as Bulma hung up. She put out her cigarette and headed back inside.

Up on the building, Vegeta sat alone as he looked at the starry night. He remembered the nights Bulma would join him up on the rooftop.

'You make me happy' Vegeta heard Bulma say in the depths of his memories. He remembered she was hovering over him as he was lying down looking up at the stars. She always made him feel different when she was around. He closed his eyes, trying to forget. He didn't know what to feel anymore. Just like most things, Vegeta underestimated what Bulma really meant to him. All the emotions just muddled up inside of him, but it all summed up to sadness. He hadn't felt that way since his father died. Just the thought of losing someone...

He tisked. Earth was making him weak. He was now wishing he'd never come to this damn mudball in the first place. Bulma obviously didn't want him around anymore, seeing as how hard it was just to let him train his own son... and now this. Maybe he should leave. His thoughts were interrupted as a car came rolling down. Out stepped a man, tall, blonde and well dressed. He was heading towards the building where he saw Bulma walking out heading towards him. He was too far to hear them, but he didn't need to hear them to understand what was going on.

Bulma was wiping her tears as the man arrived. Bulma kissed him on the lips as she handed Trunks to him. He was holding his son in one arm and his woman with the other.

Vegeta's blood boiled. His sadness was left in the dark as he emerged with a familiar emotion. Anger. "I'm not going to lose to some weakling."

Oh Vegeta, what are you going to do now? No matter how much she'll deny it, Bulma still loves you.