Quick A/N: I'm a weirdo. And I read a Goku/Chi Chi/Yamcha fic last night. So this was born!

Pairing(s): Bulma/Vegeta and (endgame) Bulma/Yamcha/Vegeta

Please enjoy~

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It had been a normal day when it happened. There had been absolutely nothing wrong with the day- if anything, it had been so perfect that it had been completely unassuming and seemed to be yet another unimportant yet pleasant day in his life. In retrospect, he should have known that this kind of good day wasn't normal for him. He should have known that weird days where at least one odd thing happened were his usual cup of tea. He should have known that a day so good was too good to be true.

But he hadn't thought much of the day as he'd gone through the motions of his usual morning routine before he made his way to Capsule Corp so he could take care of Trunks.

Sometimes, when he looked at the half-saiyan child, Yamcha would be hit with a pang of 'this was supposed to be my life'. Sometimes, the true weight of how badly both he and Bulma had messed up in their relationship hit him like Goku flying at full speed. It was never fun to think about the life he might have been able if he had just been able to change.

His life wasn't bad, though. He wasn't a fighter anymore, he'd been surpassed so long ago that it just wasn't worth trying to catch up to his friends. That didn't mean he was sad, though. Instead of training to be stronger, he just focused all of his energy on his baseball career to make a real career for himself. He also worked on perfecting his cooking craft. And, if he dared say so, he believed his labors were bearing fruit, if the way Bulma always asked him to bring some kind of pastry he made every time he went to babysit her child.

Besides, his relationship with all of his friends was good and stable. It had taken a while, but he and Bulma had been able to talk through their issues and reached an understanding: they had been idiots as lovers; they would try to just be good friends. And, until now, that had worked. They weren't precisely best friends, but they weren't foolish enough to try and deny the fact that they used each other as emotional supports more often than not.

Hell, even his relationship with Vegeta had reached a point he never would have been able to see years ago when he'd first arrived: the guy didn't point out his status as a weakling every single time they spoke. They weren't friends and Yamcha honestly believed the guy just wasn't capable of forming any actual relationship with anyone other than Bulma and Trunks. But they tolerated each other and Vegeta barely ever insulted him.

Recently, the only actual time Yamcha was graced with the misfortune of being insulted by the prince of a mostly extinct race was when Trunks was around. It was pretty weird, actually, how defensive Vegeta seemed to get whenever he saw them hanging out together. If it had been anyone other than Vegeta, Yamcha would have thought he was jealous. But seeing how it was Vegeta, he just attributed it to some weird saiyan pride thing and not wanting his son to be anywhere near a weak human.

When he reached Bulma's house, he was greeted by a warm hug before the chocolate cake he had brought for the family was stolen away by the matriarch. Yamcha smiled softly as he stepped into the house and closed the door behind him, Bulma already long gone and undoubtedly on her way to the kitchen to cut a piece from the cake before leaving with Vegeta.

Once the door was closed, Yamcha made his way towards the living room. There he found Trunks playing on the large carpet in the very center, all the while Vegeta sat with his arms crossed over his chest on the couch directly behind the boy. The much too big TV Bulma barely even used was turned on and images from some kind of music video were flashing, but the volume was rather low.

"Good morning." He smiled tentatively at Vegeta before his eyes fell on Trunks.

The kid jumped up with a gasp. He turned his head to look at him so fast that Yamcha was sure any normal human would have gotten whiplash from the harsh movements. And then Yamcha found a blur of gray, green, and blue rushing towards him.

"Dad!"

Trunks slammed into him with so much force that he would have been able to make anyone else fall to the ground. But Yamcha stood his ground and remained upright as Trunks arms wrapped around his neck. He smiled as he wrapped his own arms around the kid's back, holding him in place before he could fall to the ground.

As small as he was, Trunks had way too much energy. Barely even four years old and- Wait a minute. What had he said?

The smile slowly faded from his lips as he tried to connect the name shouted by the kid with his actions. But it didn't make any sense... Trunks hadn't run up to his father... He'd... Oh no.

"Uh, Trunks?"

"Yeah, dad?"

There was no denying it. Trunks had called him dad.

What in the world?!

Damage control time before Vegeta ripped his head off!

"My name's Yamcha." He didn't know what in the world he could do to try and fix the situation. Trunks had just called him dad in front of his actual father. An actual father that could turn him to dust in the blink of an eye. "Your dad's sitting over there."

"No, he's my father."

The ex-bandit blinked in complete confusion as the child smiled broadly. Trunks looked legitimately genuine- he didn't have a mischievous look about him like he'd normally get on his face whenever he was doing something that would get him in trouble. It didn't look as if he was trying to stir up trouble, but...

"There's no point trying to talk him out of this, human."

Vegeta's growling voice made Yamcha immediately pale and freeze. He willed himself, though, to look towards the prince to see if it had really been him talking, or if he had finally gone insane and was hearing people that weren't talking in his head.

"That damned school he's been sent to has ruined any chances of teaching him properly."

"Nah uh! You're my father 'cause you beat people up and teach me fighting stuff! Mom's my mom because she is. And dad's my dad because he takes care of me and tucks me in at night! That's how it works!" Trunks jumped down to the floor, completely missing the way that Yamcha stood frozen in fear behind him. "Kiko's dad lives outside her house, too. It's normal."

Vegeta rolled his eyes and didn't bother answering his son. Instead he looked directly into Yamcha's eyes with a glare so cold the ex-bandit believed this would be his last day in the land of the living.

The day had been so good, too...

Trunks huffed at his father's silence then turned back to Yamcha with a determined set to his jaw. "You're my dad."

It was at that point that Bulma entered the living room with a large piece of cake on a plate. She seemed to be as surprised by Trunk's words because she froze up in the doorway, eyes wide and much too shocked to properly fake.

"T-Trunks?"

The boy looked over at his mother and nodded, "Yeah?"

Her eyes shifted from her son over to Vegeta, then quickly to Yamcha, and finally back to Trunks. Then she forced a tight smile onto her lips as she leaned down slightly to offer the slice of cake for him.

"How about you go to your room to enjoy your cake? I need to have a quick adult conversation with... Uh..."

"Both my dads?" The kid finished, shrugged softly, and grabbed the cake. "Okay."

Yamcha didn't want him to leave.

He wasn't sure if there existed anything aside from Trunks' presence in the room that would stop Vegeta from killing him.

... Well, he'd lived a good enough life.

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Hope you liked this! It'll be a simple story (no more than three chapters) so I hope you enjoy the miniature ride.

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