Vegeta sighed as he once more knelt before the porcelain deity. He knew it was too good to be true when Bulma finally agreed to a second child after what she said after having Trunks.
He stared at the small purple haired thing in shock. It took a few moments for the realization to set in. He has a son. HE HAS A SON!
The woman lay back on the infirmary bed, her blue hair matted to her forehead and soaked in sweat.
"If you want any more, you can have them yourself!" the woman snarled up at him, apparently correctly interpreting the appraising look he was giving her upon realizing that he now had a strong and healthy child and that he wouldn't mind having a few more to ensure that his line continued.
He should have known that he had been celebrating his victory too soon when Bulma finally agreed to a second child. Finding himself unconscious when he was anticipating a nice roll between the sheets had been a rather unpleasant surprise. Waking up in one of the labs had been a rather nasty shock as well.
Finding out that Bulma had really meant what she said when Trunks was born was...indescribable.