A/N: So if you couldn't tell, I've decided to write the sequel. If you haven't read 'When Tides Collide', while I do recommend it, I'm going to try to write this as a stand-alone as well. I don't have this story prewritten like the last, so make sure to alert the story so you'll know when I update! Thanks for ready and I hope you all enjoy this story!

"Who's a cutie?" Bulma asked her son as he laid in her lap. Staring down at the small baby, a grin was on her lips as her touch resulted in a fit of giggles from him.

Trunks had been only a few months old at this point, his presence alone making a huge impact in her life. She still remembered when he wasn't here. She thought being a mother would put an end to her life. She didn't think she'd be able to be the young, beautiful woman she was at the time. Thinking about it now, she couldn't believe she thought that way.

She wasn't just beautiful now, she was gorgeous! "Can you say 'mama'?" She asked him with a growing smile.

The baby just stared up at her, his lips blowing spit around.

She sighed softly at his response, she had yet to see if her intelligence had been passed down to her child. Since Trunk's had his father's looks, she hoped she could at least get that much. Leaning back against the couch, she hugged her son close to her.

Trunk's could only make sounds as he still had yet to learn to speak. His legs and arms flailed around as he was pressed close to her chest.

Bulma smiled and shook her head, "Yeah, yeah. I hear you loud and clear buddy." Getting up from the comfort of her seat, she carried him to his swing. Turning it on, she watched as her son smiled at her. Watching him for only a few moments, she soon walked away when seeing that he was now occupied with the small toys that hung in front of his face.

She found herself walking in front of the nearest window, her fingers parting the blinds to peak outside.

Her eyes rested on the spaceship that rested her yard, taking the spot that had once been vacant for the last year and a half. Was he in there training away like he used to? Or was he still hiding away in his room?

With Cell beat, she hadn't seen much of Vegeta since he had come back to the planet. He hadn't stopped to speak to her a single time. He hadn't tried to see Trunks even once. Sure their son from the future had been around both of them, but it just wasn't the same. She wished Vegeta would come around at least a little to see what he had abandoned.

Tearing her eyes away, she stepped away from the window. "You can't let him get to you..." She told herself softly. She had grieved over him, it took months to get over him. She had finally accepted that he wasn't going to be in her life any longer. She moved on. Vegeta was back, she wasn't sure for how long this time.

If he was willing to leave her once, he'd do it again. Their past was exactly that. They weren't the same people they were a year ago.

But seeing him again for the first time... It was hard for her. When she was in that hoverjet with Yajirobe, she had come to the scene just to see what the androids looked like. She had missed seeing what Frieza looked like, she didn't want to miss out on seeing who exactly everyone had been training so hard to fight. Arriving, she just had not expected to see him there.

He looked as confident as he always did. The only difference was his appearance. No longer was his flame like hair jetblack. Instead, it was blond. Those onyx eyes were now teal. He had done it, just like she knew he would. He had become a Super Saiyan. A rush of emotions had overcome her, distracting her from the blast that was aimed her way.

She almost died because she couldn't take her eyes off of him,

Hearing her sons giggles, her attention when towards the lavender haired boy. Trunk's was all she had left of the Vegeta she last knew. He was all she needed.

A lot can happen in a year, a lot of things that she had to shoulder by herself. A year of built up hurt from not having him to lean on. Though he was living with her once more, she couldn't see herself having the same relationship as before. She didn't hate him, far from it. She just wished he would face her and give her some sort of explanation.

Going back to the couch, she took the seat she had claimed earlier. Getting comfortable, she rested her cheek on her propped up arm. Watching her son swing back and forth, she enjoyed listening to his baby talk for the next few minutes.

His eyes were glued on the ceiling above him. His back rested on the bed that had once been familiar to him. What was he even doing here? What was he doing? Was he stupid?

He shouldn't have come back.

In the end, he still hadn't been strong enough. Cell had beaten him, broke many bones inside of his body. If only he hadn't been so full of himself! If he would have just killed the freak while he was still imperfect... Then everything would have been fine. He found his hands clenching to fists, his eyes burning a hole in the ceiling.

If he would have just stayed out in space, the other fighters would have been fine without him. As usual, he had just made everything just more complicated.

If it weren't for that lower class's brat, they would have all been dead. Cell would have won and killed all that had opposed him.

One of his hands covered his face, hoping to hide the shame that covered his expression. He felt disgusted with himself. Not only did he fail himself, he had failed his son. Thanks to his choices, he let one of the two people he cared for die. He hadn't even died in a prideful way. His life had been taken away thanks to a sudden cheap shot.

Even with the rage that had filled him in the moment, he couldn't even get his revenge against Cell. With all of the strength he had, it was still useless. Cell have overcome him anyway.

Did she know about what happened? Did Bulma know that her son had been murdered thanks to his decisions? He couldn't imagine that she didn't know. Her friends opened their mouth too easily. Was that why she had yet to speak to him since he had come back to the planet? He had expected her to be jumping with joy to see him back. Hadn't she missed him? He missed her.

His pride refused to show his face, he wasn't ready to see the disappointed look in her eye. Dropping his hand to the side, he wasn't sure what he should do with himself. The world wasn't going to end, not today at least. While everyone else celebrated, he punished himself. Hell, he had barely been able to see the boy off. His son had no hard feelings towards him yet here he still was, getting even more angry.

His thoughts had come to a halt when he suddenly heard a familiar cry in the distance. He groaned, wondering why her room had to be so close to his. Their child stayed in her room, always finding the perfect moment to annoy Vegeta with his crying. Finding himself sitting up, he glanced at his doorway. Despite the brats age, he had yet to actually see him up close. Hearing the crying continue, he wondered what she was doing? He could feel her ki close, he knew she was on the compound. Couldn't she hear him? Even without his sensitive hearing, the kid had some powerful lungs.

Standing up from his bed, he was almost hesitant. Was he even ready to see them? Wasn't he acting like a coward by staying in here? He was no coward, that was for sure. Finding himself with his natural scowl, he left his room. His attention immediately went for her door, noticing it was cracked. Sucking in a breath, he pressed his finger against the wooden surface. Lightly pushing it open, he noticed that her room had lacked her presence. Opening the door fully, he noticed the crib that rested against the wall. The crying was most definitely coming from the source.

Stepping forward, he was not surprised that her room had been this messy. She hadn't changed since the last time he was here. Taking a breath, he immediately regretted it. Her scent was everywhere. His fingernails were digging in his palm, his instinct wanting to kick in. Yet his shame had still held control of him.

The sniffling in front of him had brought him back to his senses. Stepping in front of the crib, he looked down at the child inside. His body stiffened, the boy from the future definitely was his son, this confirmed it for him.

Trunks had watery tears filling his eyes, his face pained as his arms stretched out to the newcomer. It was obvious he wanted out, he didn't care who it was that would relieve him of his prison.

Vegeta scowled at the expression, wondering why his son looked so pathetic. "Stop that crying immediately!" He barked at him, the tears leaving no effect on him.

The lavender colored hair boy flinched at the sudden volume. He had never been yelled at before, this was new. A new layer of tears fell as a scream erupted from his throat.

"Vegeta..?"

His head snapped in the direction of her voice, his breath suddenly caught in his throat.

Bulma stood there, looking as beautiful as he last remembered. While she looked exhausted with bags under her eyes, he had looked past that. "What are you doing here?" She then asked him, her attention going from him to their crying son.

It took him a moment to process her question, finally he had looked back to the crying source. "He's crying." He managed to say, his skin prickling as he felt her near him.

Bulma chuckled, "Babies do that." She told him before leaning over the crib, picking Trunks up. "He just woke up from a nap. He's probably hungry."

Vegeta noticed the crying stopped immediately as soon as the boy was in her arms. He crossed his arms, fixing his composure. "Don't you think you're spoiling him?" He asked her, feeling disgusted at the wet trails on his cheeks.

She shook her head, "I don't think so." Turning from the other, she headed towards her door before pausing. She faced him once more, "Will you be joining us for dinner?" She asked, almost hesitantly.

His jaw suddenly felt tight, the question not settling too well. Was he even ready to show his face to her family again? How much longer did he plan on holing himself away in his room? He frowned but nodded, "Sure." He noticed the small smile on her lips, realizing how much he missed her smiles. A part of him just wanted to sit down with her, tell her how he felt. However he had already proven how weak he was physically. He wasn't ready to do that mentally as well. He looked away from her, walking past her to get out of her room. With his back to her, he waved his hand at her. "Just let me know when it's done. Let your mother know I want something juicy."

Bulma watched him walk towards his room, her smile growing slowly as she hugged their son close to her. "Of course, your majesty." A soft sigh formed when his door closed behind him, she looked down at Trunks. The child really looked like him. "About time he showed his face, huh?"