A/N: This is legit the end for now. If I continue to write for this arch it will be in another mini-multichapter story. Again, I tried. Thanks for reading. Much love from this cheeseball author.

How It Ended

He gave her a wide birth when she was incubating the beast. Her blasé nature regarding carrying his child made it easier. She seemed to be taking a front of simply not caring about the change her life was careening toward.

"I don't expect anything, Vegeta." She shrugged as she finished the repairs to the capsule. "We had fun. It's whatever. You have your training and I'll have him."

Then she had walked off and he was satisfied. He had thought he was, that is. Then the cub had been born. He had finished a three day intensive training interval when he had entered the kitchen see her cooing over the tiny half breed.

"His name is "Trunks," in case were wondering." She babbled and giggled. "We're going back to the infirmary soon, trust me. He can't be out of the hospital wing for too long just yet. The doctor said his odd lineage made him sturdier than a normal baby. Still, we want him to be observed a bit longer. Yes we do."

He moved forward, fully aware that this was the closest he would get to having an heir. The child seemed docile for a Sayian infant. He stared down at the small bundle and blinked as it looked up at him with his own harsh gaze.

Then, from lungs smaller than Vegeta's own fist, it began screaming so loud the prince recoiled. "Woman! Silence the prodigy."

She cooed and began coddling it. "Prodigy, huh? So you acknowledge Trunks'll be exceptional."

"Of course. He's born of my genetics." The child wailed with renewed gusto. "Dammit it to hell, you wretch. Can't you control the creature?"

She huffed and shoved passed him. "Well, we'll chalk this up as your fault. He was very calm and perfect before you shoved your ugly mug into his face."

He felt it, though, as he watched Bulma walk off with his heir. The desire to take responsibility for the child. To take him as his and raise him along side the damned woman.

"Unacceptable."

He tracked down Dr. Briefs. "Old man, I require your services." The man in question sighed and faced the Sayian. "How soon can the ship I train on be ready to leave this backwater hunk of rock?"

"As in, you're going to take the ship and train off world?" Vegeta nodded, brow furrowed at the man's enthusiasm. "I'll run diagnostics now. It won't be more than two days, tops. You'll have to stay out of the gravity chamber while I get it ready, though, or it will take longer. Do you understand?"

Vegeta glowered as the old man nearly sprinted from the office. Strange as that was, there was Bulma's total disregard of him now that she had their son to occupy her time. She didn't inquire about his training and managed to barely acknowledge him the few times they were same room together.

True to his word, the doctor had the ship fuelled and ready in two days. Two days of being left to his own devices with nothing to distract him from his child was enough to drive him to insanity. Sayians were not inherently prone to nurture their young. If time was spent with progeny, it was for assessment and training. The earthlings were clearly making him soft.

"I'm leaving."

Bulma hummed, unconcerned and continued nursing her son. He actively forced himself to consider the bundle as hers. With his declaration made, he left the simpering woman to coddle and coo as she pleased.