Thanks to puppykakarot for being my inspiration and beta-reading for me. You're the best, babe.

Summary: Goku and Vegeta try to sort out their feelings about Bulma's pregnancy, but there's something wrong with the unstable prince; who's not only acting weirder than ever, but is also suddenly inexplicably uneasy around Goku.

"So," Bulma started with a still drowsy voice, leaning against the granite countertop on their private kitchen in the second floor. "Do you have any suggestions for names?"

"Huh?" Goku lifted his eyes up from his breakfast to blink at the woman.

"The baby!" She chuckled at the Saiyan's clueless expression.

Oh." He munched down on his pancakes and tilted his head in thought. "We need to know if it's a boy or a girl first, right?"

"Since when can you tell the difference?" Bulma mocked and turned back to the counter, pouring some hot coffee into a Saiyan-sized mug. The woman had a serious addiction to the drink, something that Goku just couldn't understand for the life of him. Coffee was bitter no matter how much sugar you put in it. Yet he liked the smell of it a lot, so he didn't truly mind when Bulma pulled a chair to sit beside him and placed the mug between them.

"And when will we know it?"

Two pair of eyes turned to the source of the voice. Vegeta stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. He was the only one who didn't look like he had just woken up—already dressed in his usual blue training suit; except for his gloves, and hair as lined as a Saiyan's hair could be. Very different from Goku and Bulma's still sleepy figures.

"She's been pregnant for three weeks, give or take." Goku started as the other Saiyan joined them across the table. "So we'll probably know in two months or something, right?"

Vegeta raised his eyebrows at Goku's unexpected knowledge on the subject.

"What? I've been a father before, I'm not completely clueless, ya know!"

"Me too, but I have no idea about the mechanics of human's pregnancy." Vegeta retorted with a scowl.

"That's because you were too busy being an asshole to actually care about your own son." Bulma stepped in, her voice soft despite of her harsh words.

Vegeta shifted uncomfortably in his seat. There was no way for him to argue with that—as usual, Bulma was completely right. But damn, did she need to talk like that? Then again, she probably had no idea that those words would affect the Saiyan Prince in any way. And they probably wouldn't have, if there wasn't the prospect of a new baby coming soon.

He noticed a pair of knowing blue eyes fixed on him. Vegeta peered at her for a split second, and comprehension spread on Bulma's face when their eyes made contact. He averted his eyes swiftly and crossed his arms defensively across his chest. Goku continued to happily devour his breakfast, clueless to the awful nonverbal chatting going on around the table.

"Goku's right. Give it a few months first." She said after a moment, eyes still poking holes through Vegeta. Then, those same eyes suddenly lit up with excitement. "Would you rather a boy or a girl, though?" She asked at neither of them in particular.

"I would say...a girl." Goku shrugged, finally resting his fork on his empty plate. "We all have sons already, right? And it would be great for Pan to have a friend!"

Bulma's eyes sparkled over the rim of her mug. She sipped her coffee and laid the mug on the table again. "You're right, I hadn't thought of that! And there's Marron too, they could do each other company. It would be wonderful!" She added dreamly.

Vegeta's eyes roamed over the blue-haired woman. There was something slightly different about her, though he couldn't put his finger on what was it exactly. Something about the way she moved and talked. A different kind of blue sparkle in her eyes. She looked like the same old Bulma but full of new life and energy. It was almost nauseating. Was it some kind of weird side effect of pregnancy? And if so, how could it have passed unnoticed by him when she was pregnant with Trunks? Bulma's words came back to him and he flinched.

'Wow, I really didn't care at all.'

"What do you think, Vegeta?"

He snapped out of his thoughts and focused on the conversation again. Blinking, he stared at the woman only to find those same keen pair of blue eyes staring expectantly over at him. Why was she looking at him like that? Like she could see something no one else could? He averted his eyes to their other company and almost chuckled to himself. Kakarot's eyes were the exact opposite of Bulma's: completely oblivious and innocent.

"What? I wasn't listening." He grunted, now running away from Goku's suddenly curious gaze.

"I asked what would you think of having a girl. Can you imagine it? A little princess!"

There was it again. That same lilting tone in her voice, now so vibrant and cheerful it could have rivaled Kakarot's. He dragged his eyes back to her and blinked at her words. She was practically beaming.

"A princess?" He repeated stupidly.

"Of course! Being your daughter, what else would she be?"

Once again Bulma's eyes were fixed on him almost obsessively, an insufferable knowing smirk curling up the corner of her pink lips.

'She knows it. She knows what I've been thinking about.'

He shouldn't be surprised, really. Since when was anyone able to hide anything from that woman? More than once Vegeta had caught himself asking if she could actually read his mind. He finally gave in to her defiant stare, knowing full well that was a losing battle.

"You're right." He tilted his head, raising his eyebrows at her before glancing back to Kakarot. "I'm just not sure if Kakarot is worthy of parenting a princess."

"I was worthy of fucking a prince, why wouldn't I be good enough to be father of a princess, huh?" Goku chirped back, not seeming to be bothered at the slightest. "Seems like I'm pretty good at dealing with royalty." He seemed really pleased with himself, although there was no malice in his voice whatsoever. Only Kakarot could say something like that while wearing that genuine innocent expression.

Bulma laughed at the surprisingly cunning answer and the tense atmosphere dissipated. Vegeta narrowed his eyes at his subject's insolence but didn't say anything else, certain he would only end up making a fool of himself. He hated to admit it-and he would never do it out loud-but the third-class was right.

"I promised to help ChiChi out with the farm today." Goku said, not even trying to hide his smirk as Bulma's laughter still filled the kitchen. "I'll be back by noon, if you're up for a spar!"

The younger Saiyan pressed to fingers to his forehead and disappeared with a wink.

"Quit laughing!" Vegeta immediately turned to the woman, a faint shade of pink across his cheek.

Bulma's laughter faded away slowly and she wiped off the tear forming on the corner of her eyes. "Why are you so mad? It's not like Goku is wrong anyway."

"That's precisely why I'm mad!" Vegeta threw his hands up in exasperation. He leapt to his feet angrily and strode his way to the countertops, grabbing a handful of toast and shoving half of them into his mouth.

Bulma watched as he munched furiously and shook her head. Sometimes she was still surprised at how easily she could read the older Saiyan. Vegeta always tried so hard to conceal his feelings but, ultimately, he was so much easier to read and understand than Goku. In fact, Goku was quite a mystery. It could be amazingly hard to see behind his happy-go-lucky facade. Precisely for that reason, Bulma had absolutely no idea if he was being haunted by the same thoughts that Vegeta certainly was.

"Vegeta?" She called gently. "Is there anything you want to say?"

Vegeta had been waiting for that question as much as Bulma was waiting the answer he offered her. "No."

"Funny." She said. "I'm pretty sure there is."

Vegeta grunted and turned to face her. He really wasn't in the mood for this kind of strategic conversation. It was unusually overwhelming.

"I don't know." She said simply, before he had a chance to say anything else. Vegeta looked inquisitively at her. "Who the biological father is. And I don't care. Do you?" She asked flatly.

Taken aback by her sincerity, the prince could only stare at her piercing eyes. He opened his mouth but realized he really couldn't give her a honest answer, so he shut it again with his characteristic 'hmph'.

"Do you want it to be your baby, Vegeta?" She pressed on until Vegeta sighed exasperatedly.

"I don't know!" He slammed his ungloved fist on the countertop, nearly dropping the remaining toasts and fruits on the floor. "Why are you asking me anyway? Go ask Kakarot!"

"Why would I?" She remained unaffected by his display of rage. "He's not the one acting all weird about the baby."

"How exactly am I acting weird?" He asked her, half-sarcastic, half-curious.

"I just know you. Look, there's nothing wrong with what you're feeling." Bulma started, her voice and eyes finally softening a little. "Take your time to come to terms with it."

"I'm not feeling anything." He spat as if the word was poisonous, making Bulma roll her eyes. "There's nothing to come to terms with. You're pregnant. Me and Kakarot are going to be fathers again. It is that simple."

He turned away with that. He seemed to be reassuring himself more than actually speaking with Bulma. Still, she smiled. "Do you think he cares about who the biological father is?"

Vegeta looked up to her and considered. If he was going to be brutally honest, he had no idea. Of course, Kakarot didn't seem bothered or upset but again, he rarely showed such kind of negative emotions towards anything. It was a bit tiring to deal with sometimes, really.

"I think he would only care if I cared first." He replied honestly.

Bulma nodded in agreement. "You should ask him."

"Then he would know that I care."

"So you do care?" Bulma smiled victoriously. Vegeta almost slapped himself in the forehead, but then he remembered he wouldn't be able to hide that from the woman for much longer anyway. Perhaps it was better to just get over with it.

"I can't help it." He muttered. "I just feel like I missed the chance with Trunks. Kakarot has two brats already. It's only fair."

"He didn't see Goten growing up too and you know that." Bulma pointed out in a conciliatory tone. "And you weren't exactly around to see how he raised Gohan."

"I know that. Just because I'm feeling it, it doesn't mean it makes any sense." Vegeta growled and leaned against the countertop, his remaining toast completely forgotten.

Bulma's eyes widened and she took a calming sip of her coffee. Did Vegeta just use the word feeling and admit he was wrong in the same sentence? Vegeta caught the disbelief in her eyes. She could feel his patience running short and knew their conversation would be over soon.

"Vegeta. This baby belongs to you as much as it belongs to Goku. You'll be here to raise it. You both lost the opportunity with Trunks and Goten, but there's no reason for you to think the experience will be any different depending on who the real father is. If you ask me, I really don't care whose blood will run in the baby's veins." She said honestly and stood again, walking up to the Saiyan. "It will be Saiyan blood, that's enough for me."

Vegeta stared wide-eyed at her as her wise words sank in. Soft steps brought her closer and she leaned forward to plant a kiss to his cheek. The prince almost jumped out of his skin and felt a rush of air tickling his face when she laughed at his reaction.

"You!" He hissed through gritted teeth.

But Bulma had already pulled back, elegantly making her way towards the door. She glanced over her shoulder and winked at him.

"Talk to him." She said before leaving the kitchen.

XXXX

Goku sat down at his old house's table, watching in silence as ChiChi prepared some tea. His Saiyan stomach demanded a lot more than only a cup of tea after all his work on the farm, but he didn't speak up. ChiChi put the teapot on the stove and turned to his ex-husband with a small grin.

"Thank you for coming today." She said, pulling a chair across the table as they waited for the water to boil. "How's everything going?"

Goku looked at the woman he had been married to for so long. She had her long hair tied up in a loose bun, some black bangs falling across her face and a soft smile on her lips. Goku tried to remember the last time he had seen her so… relaxed. He wondered if that had anything to do with their divorce, almost a year ago.

"Everything is good." Goku finally answered with a smile as he caught her worrying look at his lack of response.

"Good." ChiChi nodded suspiciously, getting up again to reach one of the cupboards and get some tea bags. In a few seconds, they both were sipping their steaming cups of tea.

Goku hummed contently. He had always loved the woman's tea, even though he couldn't say why exactly. It wasn't like it would taste any different if anyone else just put some tea bags onto boiling water, but it tasted special when prepared by ChiChi's hands.

"Goten's been asking me to spend this weekend at Capsule Corp. Can I send him over?" She asked when she noted Goku wasn't about to say anything else.

"Sure!" The man's eyes lightened up a bit. The mention of his youngest son, however, made him bit his lower lip.

"Is there anything wrong?" ChiChi voiced her concerns. All that hesitation and silence weren't exactly like her ex-husband.

"Bulma's pregnant." Goku whispered after a brief pause and looked up to face ChiChi.

She stopped her mug mid-air, placing it back on the table instead of taking another sip. There was some confusion in her black eyes, but mostly curiosity. Goku chuckled at the obvious question in those big eyes and shrugged.

"We don't know who the father is, if that's what you're gonna ask."

ChiCh straightened up in her seat, apparently relieved that Goku didn't mind her curiosity. "When are you going to know?" She asked, leaning forward on her elbows.

"I…" Goku trailed off, looking absent-mindedly at his mug. "I don't think we will." He frowned, finally letting his confusion show.

ChiChi tilted her head, patiently waiting for him to elaborate.

"I don't think that matters, does it? Since we three are together. Judging by the way Bulma told us, she meant it like the baby belonged to us all."

"Do you feel like it belongs to you?" ChiChi asked gently, leaning back in her chair again.

"Yes." Goku answered in a heartbeat.

"But…?" The woman encouraged him, knowing that frown between Goku's brows far too well to just let it pass without some gentle encouragement.

"I wonder if Vegeta feels the same. I don't want him to feel bad if the baby isn't his, you know?" He glanced up to ChiChi again, finding it hard to voice his conflicted thoughts but knowing she would understand. She always did.

"Goku, would you feel bad if the baby wasn't yours?"

"Not really. As long as I can raise it with them, I don't really care about all the biological thing." He said simply, resting his elbow on the table and propping his face in his hand. "I just want Vegeta to feel the same." He finished with a pout.

"Have you talked about it with him?" ChiChi asked softly.

Goku blinked. "No. I mean, Bulma told us last night, we didn't have any time alone since then."

"So how do you know he doesn't feel the same?" She chuckled at her ex-husband innocent face and took another tiny sip of her tea.

Goku chuckled to himself. "No one knows how Vegeta feels about anything. Not even himself."

"I think it's about time for you to change that, considering you're going to raise a child together." ChiChi murmured and quirked a brow at him.

Her words brought a smile to Goku's face. He hadn't really stopped to wrap his head around the idea of having another baby. ChiChi was smiling at him. Suddenly self-conscious, he scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

"I'm sorry I'm talking about all this with you, ChiChi." He whispered apologetically.

She looked at him for a second before averting her gaze, turning to absently take in the view from the window. It hadn't been so long since their divorce. It should be awkward to be sitting there, talking about his ex-husband's current lovers—especially his lovers being who they were. ChiChi still ignored the circumstances that had led Goku to end up with Vegeta. She had never asked and Goku didn't seem exactly willing to tell her. It was more than a little bit shocking to hear about Vegeta, so when Goku had said the prince wasn't the only one and threw Bulma into the mix too, ChiChi hadn't been truly surprised. He had never been one to do things the normal way anyway; he just followed his heart.

Her eyes flew back to Goku and she smiled at the fidgety Saiyan.

"It's okay. I'm glad you told me." She replied sincerely, her kind eyes immediately making Goku relax in his seat.

A comfortable silence fell between them. Goku watched as she got up to serve some more tea for the both of them. A tender smile curved up his lips as he watched her, suddenly feeling so grateful that things had worked out between them, despite everything.

"So," he cleared his throat. "How's everything going with… what's his name again?"

"Oh." ChiChi smiled. "There's a reason I want you to stay with Goten during the weekend, you know." She said teasingly.

Goku laughed.

XXXX

"Look who's back."

Vegeta's voice greeted him the moment he IT'd back home. Goku however didn't have any time to respond. As soon as his feet touched the floor, he felt the immense pressure of Vegeta's gravity room pinning him down face first on the ground with an unpleasant crack.

"Shit!" Goku cursed under his breath, quickly recovering control over his body and pushing himself up from the ground. Half expecting to have broken his nose, he brought his hands to his face to double check. "You do this on purpose!"

"You're the one who keeps appearing without being invited." Vegeta chuckled, apparently delighted by the other's situation. "You should know that I'm always in the gravity room by now."

Goku finished poking at his nose—glad to find it was in one piece. "Are you done with training?"

"Yes. You're late." The prince spun on his heels and headed for the controls in the middle of the room, quickly disabling the gravity.

Goku knew he was right. He said he'd be back by noon but ChiChi had invited him for lunch and he had lost track of time. "Sorry. ChiChi cooked us some—" He was cut off when the gravity suddenly came back, sending him crashing down on the floor again.

"Vegeta!" He yelled, eyes wide when he realized he couldn't move a finger. The gravity pinned him down on the ground with such a force that all the air was knocked out of his lungs.

'What gravity has been Vegeta training at?' He thought with certain astonishment. Goku managed to turn his head at Vegeta's direction, expecting to find the man standing up and grinning smugly at him. Instead, he set his eyes on a limb corpse on the floor next to the control panels.

"What the fuck?" He whispered, wincing in pain when he almost broke his ribs trying to get to his feet again. With a small growl, he effortlessly flared to Super Saiyan, finally managing to recover some of his strength.

He stood and took uncertain steps towards the controls, quickly disabling the gravity once again. Air rushed into his lungs and he looked shocked at the panel in front of him. 8000G! Why on Earth had Vegeta set such a high gravity?

'Vegeta!'

A low growl reached his ears and he ran back to where the other Saiyan was still sprawled on the floor. Goku's blonde hair faded back to its normal black as he hurried to the prince, kneeling down by his side.

"Vegeta?"

"What the fuck just happened?" The prince asked after blinking a couple of times. Slowly, Kakarot came back into focus.

"I could ask you the same! Were you trying to kill us?"

Vegeta frowned and sat down, feeling a little bit dizzy. "What are you talking about, idiot?"

Goku frowned too. "Were you training at 8000G? Are you fucking insane?"

"What? I was training at 800G , you moron, you would know that if you were here instead of having lunch with your ex-wife!" He snarled angrily at the confused Saiyan and managed to get on his feet again.

"But the panels said—" Goku stopped when something about Vegeta caught his attention. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Of course I am." Vegeta snapped back, trying to find out if he had broken something. In fact, he felt a little… disoriented. But he wasn't about to tell Kakarot that.

"There's something wrong about you." Goku narrowed his eyes at the other. "I think you just fainted."

"What nonsense are you babbling about now, Kakarot?" Vegeta turned back to him, the dizziness getting worse every second. He was sweating profusely. "I'm just fine."

"Are you in heat?" Goku pressed on, slowly getting on his feet too. He knew that wasn't the case, though. Vegeta's last heat had happened just two weeks ago. Besides that, he couldn't smell the characteristic scent of the other Saiyan's heat on the air.

"You know I'm not." Vegeta barked back, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. "Why is so damn hot in here?"

"It's not." Goku quirked his brows curiously. He could practically feel the heat radiating from Vegeta in disturbing, almost overwhelming waves. "Vegeta, you just fainted over the controls and accidentally set a really high gravity. You might have hurt—"

"I'm fine, Kakarot!" Vegeta yelled, irrationally angry towards the other man. "And I didn't faint!"

Goku stared slack-jawed as the man stormed out of the gravity room, slamming the door behind him.

'What just happened here?'

For a second he felt inclined to go after the prince, but he knew Vegeta well enough to know he would only be wasting his time. He looked around, considering his options and deciding with a sigh that he should catch the opportunity and do some training. With his mind still on Vegeta, he cautiously set a gravity high enough to do some warm up exercises. He had barely begun when the monitor across the room blinked into life.

"Goku?" Bulma's voice called him. "Can you come inside for a minute?"

The Saiyan turned around to face the giant screen. He dropped his fighting stance when he noticed the woman's distraught expression. "What happened?"

"I think Vegeta has officially lost his mind." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "And I'm positively sure you have something to do with it."

The monitor blinked again and Bulma disappeared. Although in general Goku saved the Instant Transmission to travel long distances, he had a feeling he couldn't afford to waste any time. He pressed his fingers to his forehead and vanished from the gravity room. He knew from experience it wasn't a good idea to keep Bulma waiting when she had that expression on her face.

He found himself in the kitchen a second later and whatever questions he might have had died in his throat when he took a good look at it. Bulma, who usually scolded Goku for randomly appearing so close to her, was too busy taking in the absolute mess in front of her: all the cupboards had been opened and their contents were now scattered all around the kitchen. All that was left over was crumpled packages and crumbs that covered the table, empty cans and bowls on the countertops, fruit peels dropped all over the floor, crushed cereal boxes and plates stacked up so high they almost touched the ceiling.

"What just happened here?" Goku murmured as his eyes scanned the place. He felt grateful to know that Bulma's mother rarely stepped in that kitchen—it was a silent agreement that that the one in the second floor served only as some kind of pantry for the Saiyans who lived there. He couldn't imagine her face if she walked in and saw this mess! The main meals were all cooked in the first floor's kitchen; always so noisy and full of busy employees rushing around.

"Did Vegeta...eat all of our food?" The Saiyan asked in disbelief. Of course, he was more than used to a Saiyan's huge appetite, but this was ridiculous. Vegeta had just eaten a whole month's food supply!

Bulma nodded and before she could give any further explanation, Goku spotted Vegeta's gravity-defying hair behind the fridge's door. The prince had probably heard Goku's arriving because his eyes quickly found the younger Saiyan standing at the door. The prince growled slightly in his throat.

"Why is he so angry with you?" Bulma whispered tensely, leaning towards Goku. "He just keeps cursing you under his breath."

Goku shrugged. "He was already like that when I arrived from ChiChi's. And he was acting all weird in the gravity—"

"What are you both whispering over there?" Vegeta cut them off. He finished rummaging through the fridge and slammed the door shut behind him with an annoyed sigh. They didn't even need to look to know he had eaten everything from there too.

"Vegeta, are you...feeling okay?" Bulma asked cautiously, glancing back at Goku from the corners of her eyes.

"He's really not." Goku replied before Vegeta could say anything for himself. "He just fainted in the gravity room."

Vegeta's eyes narrowed and he stepped towards the younger Saiyan, smashing a bunch of fast-food wrappers under his boot.

"Are you still babbling about that, Kakarot?"

"Well, it's true!" Goku said quickly before Vegeta could put up another protest. He could hear a snarl building up in Vegeta's throat and he instinctively stepped back, raising his hands in a peace offering. Not only because of that withering look in Vegeta's eyes but mostly because of the scorching heat still radiating from him. He didn't think he could get any closer to the other man without melting. He took another step backward when Vegeta started sneaking towards him, making a path through all the trash piled on the floor.

Knowing from experience what could happen between two riled up saiyans, Bulma stepped in between them and pressed the back of her hand to Vegeta's forehead. The prince blinked at her intrusion.

"Vegeta! I think you have a fever, and I really bad one!" He stared wide-eyed at the Saiyan, brushing his hair off his sweat covered face. Surprisingly enough, Vegeta didn't argue with her. "Do you need to sit down?"

Vegeta glanced over the woman's shoulder, his unfocused eyes meeting Goku's alarmed ones. A low, gurgling growl came from the back of Vegeta's throat and he tried to dodge the woman blocking his way to the other Saiyan.

"Goku." Bulma called urgently, noticing that Goku's presence had only made things worse.

Goku didn't need any further encouragement to back off. He glanced over Vegeta one last time, completely clueless about what was happening but feeling bad for him regardless. Vegeta's rage towards him wasn't anything new—every now and then the prince seemed to have a fierce need to bring back some of those old feelings. But it had never happened so all of a sudden before. Besides, the man had just fainted and then proceeded to clean out an entire kitchen all by himself. That definitely wasn't normal behavior, even for Vegeta. And what was that with all that heat?

Still frowning, the younger Saiyan headed into their living room and collapsed on the couch. He stayed on high alert for any other sounds coming from the kitchen but the minute he left it he felt Vegeta's energy slowly calming down again. He heard soft steps and recognized the sound of Vegeta's boots climbing the stairs in the next room. A few seconds later, Bulma walked in the living room; her eyes wide and all the color drained from her face. She fell heavily on the couch next to Goku and rested her head on his broad shoulder with a sigh.

"What happened in the gravity room?" She asked with a deep frown.

Goku proceeded to explain all the events that lead to Vegeta fainting and his sudden anger outburst. Bulma listened carefully, but by the time Goku had finished, she still didn't have any reasonable explanation for Vegeta's behavior.

"I think he's sick." She said after a moment of contemplation. "I mean, he definitely has a fever. He's probably taking a shower now. I'll head up and check on him."

"I'll go with you." Goku said promptly, starting to get up from the couch. Bulma's hand pressed on his thigh, firmly sitting him down again.

"He's pretty upset with you." She said softly. Her mind wandered back to her conversation with Vegeta earlier that day and she bit her lip in worry. Could Vegeta's anger have anything to do with the baby? Had he and Goku actually talked about it like she had suggested? "Did you both...talk about something? Before this?"

"No!" Goku said exasperatedly. "It's exactly what I told you! When I came back from ChiChi's he was already acting weird. We barely talked to each other before he came upstairs and destroyed the entire kitchen!" Goku frowned. "Do you think he's feeling sick because of all the food he ate?" He asked and tilted his head in his innocent manner.

"I wouldn't say that is even possible for a Saiyan, but I gotta say I've never seen him stuff himself like that. It was a bit scary." She chuckled. "I'm going upstairs, it's probably not a good idea to leave him alone right now."

"What do I do?" Goku asked almost sadly, sinking on the couch with a pout and looking up at Bulma, expecting for her to know what to do like she always did.

"Just wait here, I'll be right back. I just want to be sure he isn't drowning himself in the bathtub or something like that."

"Kay." Goku said, relaxing a little when Bulma gave him a reassuring look. She usually fixed all the mess around them so Goku didn't see any reason not to trust her to find out what was wrong with the prince.

Bulma almost smiled at the concerned expression on Goku's usually young, carefree face. It was pretty adorable. She left the worried Saiyan behind and made her way up to their room. She reached the door and listened for a moment; trying to hear the sound of running water but finding the room in complete silence. She twisted the doorknob very carefully and sneaked into the room, just in case Vegeta was still in that bad mood. She sighed in relief at the sight before her. Vegeta was sprawled out in their bed; his damp hair and a towel wrapped around his waist the evidence that he had taken her advice and showered before he had climbed down and passed out. She tutted and watched him, as calm as a sleeping Saiyan could be.