Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z.

An: Been watching Dragon ball Z and this is my first fic on this section. Hope at least one person likes it.

Warning: Blatant Shounen ai. Kind of. I mean, Bulma is reborn as a man. Bad grammar and spelling issues too since English isn't my first language.

Summary: Everyone knows that Saiyans have a long life. When Bulma is reborn, Vegeta finds himself with the annoying task of wooing Bulma all over again.

Second Chances Changes Nothing and Everything

Prologue

Vegeta hates earthian ceremonies. He hates it almost as much as he hates losing to Kakarrot. He hates it even more than when his mother-in-law tries to push her food onto him because she thinks he's too skinny. Vegeta hates it even more than Cell or Buu. At least they were entertaining. If he had any less will power he might have considered turning his gallic gun on himself to spare himself the torture (no amount of time spent on this miserable planet will ever make him tolerable when he's forced (usually by the wench) to attend). He has a special kind of loathing reserved for birthday parties, weddings, baby showers, and pot luck dinners, but he considers the burial rituals to be the worst.

Vegeta watched as Kakarrot openly wept over the casket. Any saiyan pride that Kakarrot might have had was now long gone. It vanished the moment the idiot started sobbing. The public display of emotion that Kakarrot showed as he mourned for his mate made Vegeta sneer. Kakarrot was a disgrace. The only consolation for their race was that no one else seemed to notice. The rest of the crowd were too lost in their own world of grief. He would have left a long time ago if it wasn't for the warm hand holding onto his arm tightly. The wench turned her head, not able to bare the sight as the box containing Kakarrot's mate was lower into the cold ground.

Sad blue eyes met his.

Vegeta glanced around cautiously to make sure no one was watching before he allowed his hand to slowly come up and rest at her lower back. He felt the warmth of her flesh through the black fabric and he unconsciously began to rub soothing circles.

When the services were over, he and the wench went back home without speaking.

Days passed. Eventually everything went back to normal. The wench would fuss at him and he would ignore her. Or, if her voice was particularly grating, he would fly off somewhere for peace and quiet. There were times, though, when silence lapsed. Her voice would trail off in mid nagging and he would look back to see her gaze off somewhere in the distance, deep in thought. She was never really the same after Kakarrot's wife died.

Her mortality loomed over her like a dark cloud.

Humans were weak and frail creatures. Their lives were short compare to his. Time had never meant much to him. Years were like days and days were like hours and hours like minutes. His saiyan blood made sure that he never aged past his prime. He will never have the problem of dealing with old age.

But she did.

Years later he sat at her bedside.

How old was she now? In her eighties? nineties? Her gray hair was spread across the pillows and her worn face was tiredly staring up at the ceiling of their bedroom. She looked oddly fragile as she laid there in their bed. She turned her head and her eyes (still sharp and all-knowing) looked at Vegeta.

"So this is it, huh?" she ask hoarsely.

Vegeta could hear the rattle inside her chest.

Outside their window, the birds chirped happily as the sunlight streamed in through the curtains.

A feeble hand reach out for him.

"You're going to miss me, aren't you?" she asked. It was more like a statement then a question and Vegeta rolled his eyes at her confident tone.

"As if, woman," he replied.

She merely smile.

Those were the last words she said to him as she closed her eyes for the final time.

When he buried Bulma, as per earth tradition, Vegeta doesn't sneer as usual at the emotions that were plaster on the faces of the crowd. Trunks was quiet next to him and on the other side he heard Bra sniff.

You're going to miss me, aren't you?

Her voice echoed in his head.

Vegeta just snorts.