So, here we are, at the final chapter of my story. I considered expanding on this in an additional story, but it would have been much further into the future [as the saiyans in my universe have very very long lifespans], but it would have been too much focus on the original characters and probably wouldn't go over too well, so maybe I'll write it for myself and never publish it.

Anyway, I wanted to bring this story to somewhat of a conclusion, and explain the difference between my universe and the one we're all familiar with, aside from the obvious, that is. This chapter is a time skip, again so I can give some form of closure. I wasn't sure how to end it, and ended up writing, and re-writing the chapter. It took a long time to write, sorry about that guys!

Oh and for those who were wondering: Daikon is a type of raddish.

I do hope you enjoyed reading my story as much as I enjoyed writing it, and I look forward to reading your fics in the future. [To those who are applicable.]

disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of the characters.

Chapter Twenty-one

"Why am I being subjected to women's work? It's not my fault Shoga and Ginger are too weak!"

A raven brow twitched in irritation as Vegeta stood over the ten year-old child, who stood staring defiantly at the remains of a supply shed, as if his icy gaze would somehow clean up the mess.

"Perhaps next time you should consider the level of training you have in comparison to your siblings, brat!" The Prince spat at the short boy, who aside from his unusual wine-colored hair, looked to be a near carbon-copy of his father.

The boy huffed, kicking a large chunk of rubble thoughtlessly, though careful not to send the object in question flying into a wall, since that would just cause more work for him in the long run. His tail unraveled from about his waist and lashed to and fro in discontent at the task ahead of him. "This is servant's work! Make one of mother's human's clean it up!" He argued in a tone much louder than was needed.

Vegeta's ears rung at the volume of the child's voice, his fists clenching and un-clenching in barely contained fury at the defiance of the child. To restrain himself, he folded his arms over his chest, and stared down his nose at the boy, a scowl deepening on chiseled features. "Because it was your carelessness with them that caused this. It was your untrained ki blast that destroyed this shed, so it is your responsibility to retrieve any supplies that aren't destroyed, and clean up this mess!" Gloved digits rapped impatiently on his bicep as he watched the child war with himself.

After a few moments of the boy's silence, as well as his refusal to move, he reached out an arm, and quickly grasped hold of the young boys' tail, lifting him up into the air by it. Immediately, the boy began to yowl in pain, his arms thrashing like a wild animal caught in some inhumane trap. There came a guttural chuckle from the Prince at the child's' reaction. He had asked for it, after all. "Daikon, you are pathetic! Were we on Vegeta-sei you would be beaten to a bloody pulp. It is fortunate for you that your mother prefers you mostly unharmed during school months. However, if you do not comply, do not think for one moment that I will not rip your tail from it's socket and deny you the honor of having it until it grows back of it's own accord. That could take years." With that said, he simply released the tail, which in turn simply dropped the boy to the ground with a thud.

The poor child quivered, reeling from the pain of a weakness he had still yet to overcome, his tail trembling as it wrapped protectively around his waist. With whatever pride Daikon could muster, he clambered to his feet, and began discontentedly removing all sorts of rubble and supplies from the heap he had created.

Vegeta sneered at the child for good measure, as if a lingering threat to keep the boy from straying from his duties, before turning on his heels, and retreating into the compound.

Ten years had passed since they returned to Earth, and life it seems had no intention of slowing down. Not long after the birth of his first son, his mate had been gifted with new life, and six months later, the twins were born. Rare as it was for a female to be born, two was almost unheard of, and truly they were treasures to behold.

Identical in appearance, but night and day when it came to personality, Shoga and Ginger were both firecrackers in their own right. Even as Vegeta tread into the living room, the difference between the two were as clear as glass.

Both of them had long, black hair, which spiked this way and that, stopping just past their rear, reminiscent of Vegeta's mothers' hair, but their eyes were unmistakably inherited from Bulma. Despite their charcoal coloration, they had the unusually cheerful look to them, as well as his mate's beautiful facial structure.

Despite their dainty facial features, they were both warriors in their own right. He had been initially surprised to see the level of ki the two of them had been born with, however the two had taken considerably separate paths when they became old enough to be educated.

Shoga was the hardcore fighter of the two, and often went head-to-head with her older brother, though because Daikon had a good year of training and physical development, as well as the sturdier build from being a male, she was quite often on the sour end of things, and never took it well when Vegeta chastised Daikon for going hard on her when they sparred. Even now as she sat in the living room, she kept her eyes shut tight, her brow furrowed in a frustrated meditation, which was likely the only thing keeping her from adding to that pile of rubble outside. She had lost the fight, and it was her body that had slammed into the shed, ruining it, but it was her brothers' ki blast that had sent her careening into it in the first place.

On the other hand, there was Ginger. Identical in appearance, but an entirely different person. While she did commit to training, she wasn't the type to spend her free time exchanging blows with her siblings. Instead, she took after her mother in the intelligence aspect. She hadn't been involved in the quarrel with Daikon, but now sat quietly on the couch beside her sister, a small soldering tool in one hand, and a strange device in the other, obviously some form of invention. Despite their differences, they were often found together, which had to do with the fact that they shared some sort of bond from being twins. It wasn't an uncommon trait for Saiya-jin twins.

"I can't believe you stopped our spar, father!" Shoga finally yelped out, her eyes bolting open to meet Vegeta's glare with her own. "I had it under control!"

Vegeta snorted at her claim, and lifted his chin in an arrogant manner. "When structures are demolished as a result of you being unable to contain an attack, it is obvious that you did not have anything under control."

Shoga shot up from her seat and stomped the floor with her foot after landing, her small hands clenched tightly into fists as she argued. "Stop treating me like I'm some helpless weakling! I can't stand it!" She fumed, fearlessly stomping her way over to her father, and staring up at him with the ferocity that matched his own.

"Hn. You have yet to prove that you can handle a battle with that brat out there." He used a gloved hand to motion out the window at Daikon, who was still cleaning the mess outside. It wasn't that he thought Shoga to be weak; quite on the contrary. She was stronger than most saiya-jin females of her age, and was a force to be reckoned with in battle. Perhaps when she reached adulthood she would develop into a fighter that surpassed her older brother. While it was rare for a female to be a formidable force, it wasn't unheard of. She was his child, after all. On top of that, she was the only of his siblings to top kakkarot's youngest whelp. She certainly kept her head in battle a lot better than Daikon could, it was just the sheer strength and level of ki that she lacked.

Shoga opened her mouth to protest, but was cut off by a voice that floated from the entryway to the kitchen on the other end of the living room.

"Vegeta! What have I told you about letting those two spar so close to the compound? If anyone should be cleaning that mess it should be you!" Bulma barked, quickly moving to Shoga, and placing a palm on top of her head, her tail reaching down to brush against the girls' back. For whatever reason, it seemed to calm the child, who huffed in discontent, before storming upstairs to more than likely sulk in her room. For an eight year-old, she was quite feisty.

"Mommy!" A cheerful voice carried from the couch. "I'm almost finished with my invention! Can I go down and show grandpa?"

The child served as a distraction for Vegeta to slip away to the confines of his Gravity Chamber, as Bulma rotated on her heels, canting her head to the side to observe the small girl who sat with her legs dangling off the edge of the couch, her small brown tail rapping the cushion behind her like a content cat. The blue-haired heiress couldn't help but smile at the small bits of wire and parts surrounding a small electronic device. She really was so much like her that it was like looking into her own past. "Yes, you can go show him, but AFTER you've cleaned up this mess. You know how your Nana hates when you leave parts on her coffee table."

Ginger smiled brightly, small canines adding ferocity to her expression. If it were anyone but family, they'd think her intimidating, but Bulma knew better. As strong as she was, she was likely sweeter and more docile than most humans. Bulma gave her one last knowing nod, before heading out the door to do damage control on her son.

Daikon took after his father too much for his own good. Since he was able to walk he displayed the arrogant pride Bulma associated with Vegeta, but she wasn't surprised in the least. His overall appearance always seemed to scream royalty, even when doing menial tasks that were better suited for a cleaning crew than a prince.

It was that very menial task that drove the boy up the wall. Father wastes his breath doting on Shoga! She's never going to beat me! No girl can beat me! He fumed at himself as he yanked gardening tools out of the rubble, and set them aside. It's not fair! She should be cleaning this mess too!

"You really should learn when to hold your tongue, Daikon." Bulma's Voice tore the boy from his thoughts as she approached the discontented young lad, who immediately dropped a hedge-clipper, before quickly retreating to his mother.

It was his one weakness, the one thing that Vegeta could not make the boy get past; he was a complete momma's boy. He loved his mother to the point where pride was tossed right out the window as he stopped in front of her, and looked up at her with a rather intense, but somehow sad expression. "It's not fair! She asked to spar and I end up having to clean up after her!"

Bulma grunted as she lowered herself to one knee, one hand resting on her stomach as she reached out the other to touch the boy's cheek with her palm. "You should know by now that Shoga and Ginger aren't as strong as you. Aside from that, you shouldn't have been fighting so close to the compound. " She leaned forward, pressing her forehead to Daikon's. It was a form of Saiya-jin affection she had used purely out of instinct, but that along with the gentle purr that rumbled in her throat had calmed the young boys' frayed nerves. "Now listen. It shouldn't take you that long to clean this up if you don't spend so much time moping. How about you finish this up, and then come inside? We're having dinner soon and your Nana is cooking some of your favorites. She'll be upset if you come late and the food has gone cold."

Daikon's cheeks reddened in slight embarrassment, but it faded quickly only because he found it difficult to maintain his stone-like exterior when his mother was concerned. His father always lectured him on being so easily swayed by his mother, but it wasn't as if Vegeta's resolve didn't crumble when Bulma showed him any sort of affection. She had that effect on both of them. The boy nodded quietly, and reached his short arms up to wrap them around his mothers' neck in a very brief hug, before quickly turning about to return to his duties, trying his very best to pick up not only the mess, but the pieces of his pride as well.

Ten O'clock, and finally the three children had found solace in their beds for the night. For Bulma, it was the only time she had any sort of peace and quiet. Even with the children in school, the workload of being the president of a multi-trillion-zeny corporation was tiring business, as well as keeping up with a very demanding mate, whom pressed her daily to keep up her training, if not for her but for her children. The last thing she needed was to be left behind and unable to handle her own offspring, after all.

As she shut the last childs' door, two arms reached out and around from behind her, tugging her backwards. She let out a sharp gasp, trying her best not to squeal as the sound of a familiar low rumbling purr assaulted her hearing. "Vegeta!" She whispered, turning her head as best she could to view him in the darkness of the hallway. "Don't sneak up on me like that! I just got Daikon to sleep!"

Vegeta's nostrils flared as he buried his nose into that river of aqua-colored hair, inhaling her scent as deeply as he could. One hand reached forward a bit more, rubbing the somewhat swollen abdomen of his mate. "And I told you I could put him down. He fights, and you are with child." His low, raspy voice broke his silence.

It had been years since she had become with child, but it was a nice reprieve from the trials of carrying and birthing a saiya-jin babe. Her body simply didn't have the energy to produce more life after having one very energetic son, and two very powerful twins in a little over a years' time. Like soil that needed time to become fertile again. It had been such a surprise when she felt the small ki within her four months ago, and although she had once told herself that she had enough offspring, the feeling of this child within her gave her and her mate nothing but joy. Still, she couldn't get past Vegeta's need to pamper her.

"Oh don't be silly. He doesn't even hit that hard." Which she probably would have thought insane ten years ago. It was true, she had become much stronger physically and ki-wise. Aside from the pain, and subsequent strength boost from birthing a son and twins, she trained regularly whether she wanted to or not. "Anyway, it's the girls' birthday party tomorrow. I've got Goku and everyone else coming by." She turned about to face Vegeta, pointing a finger threateningly at him. "I know you do not like these gatherings, but it would mean a lot to them if you at least showed up for a little while. No one's asking you to be social, but they were heartbroken last year when you flew off and didn't come back for a week."

Vegeta cringed inwardly at Bulma's request. "The last time I attended one of these gatherinngs, Kakkarot's harpy of a mate nearly caused my ears to bleed." He said flatly, letting out a subtle growl that wasn't lost on his mate's ears. "But we shall see." He admitted finally, before guiding Bulma across the hall and into the room they shared.

Ten years, if not longer. That's how long it had been since Bulma had seen most of the Z fighters. Sure, because of a close friendship between Goten and Daikon, they saw plenty of Goku, Gohan and Chichi, but the others had more or less fallen out of contact.

Sure, there had been dangers that had brought the fighters themselves, Vegeta included together, but not once did he mention anything about Bulma or his offspring. You can imagine the surprise the guests had when they received an invitation to the birthday at Capsule corporation, explaining that it was for her twin girls who were going to be nine. She had wanted to bring everyone together, to reminisce old times, and to introduce her precious brood to the people who helped make her who she was today.

Krillen had been married two years now, to a young woman whom had suffered by the hands of one Dr. Gero, but had managed her own escape at the loss of her twin brother. It had been Krillen whom was there to comfort her, and introduce her to a life worth living. As unusual pair as it may have been, they were the first to arrive, greeted by an incredibly cheerful Bunny, who escorted the two, along with their precious little girl, [and one lecherous old man] out into the indoor gardens.

What they found there was no less than shocking. It was likely that neither Krillen nor his wife had ever seen so many humanoids with tails in one place. First there was Vegeta, who leaned against a tree near the door of the gardens, surveying anyone who entered with his distrustful gaze. His tail was wrapped tightly around his waist. Last Krillen had seen of him, that appendage certainly wasn't there.

Moments later, a familiar face approached the vertically-challenged fighter, and scooped him up in a surprisingly powerful bear hug. It was Bulma, her features ever brightened by her old friends' presence. "Krillen! It's so nice to see you!" Bulma chirped, before hearing her friends desperate gasp for air, and letting him down.

After regulating his breathing, he stared up in shock at the blue-haired wonder, as well as the furry appendage that waved behind her as if it had always been there. He couldn't figure out which was more shocking, the fact that she had a tail, or the fact that she nearly squeezed the life out of him with little more than a friendly gesture. "Uh.. Bulma-?"

Before he even got his question out, Bulma had interrupted him. "And this must be the wife Goku told me about! Well I'm glad you two could come." As if the suprises just kept coming, two young girls burst forth from a doorway that had come from another part of the compound, both of them giggling and laughing as they chased what looked to be a robotic bird of some sort. Just like Bulma and Vegeta, they sported long, furry brown tails.

Bulma reached out, snatching each of them with one arm each, and guiding them to stand before their guests. "These here are the birthday girls, Shoga and Ginger." She motioned to each respectively, as if the differences between them were as clear as day. The two girls smiled brightly, and waved excitedly at the small blonde girl who clung to her mothers' leg across from them.

The Woman at Krillen's side gave Krillen a nudge, and a rather stern look. The short man stumbled on his words a moment, before grinning sheepishly. "It's nice to meet you both! I'm Krillen, and this is my wife Eighteen. This here is our daughter, Marron. Marron, say hi to Ginger and Shoga!"

The young blonde girl smiled brightly then, and waved enthusiasticly to the other girls. It was rare for her to find kids around her age to play with, after all.

"Well, now that we're introduced..." Bulma paused, motioning behind her to a sandbox, and a large number of toys scattered across the garden. "Why don't you three go play?" With that, all three girls scampered off, and Bulma returned her gaze to her guests. "I've heard so much about you, Eighteen, it's a shame I haven't been able to meet you sooner, these kids of mine are a handful, and their father doesn't fare much better sometimes." She grinned at that comment, obviously the comment was mostly in jest.

The short fighter stammered a moment or two, before his gaze strayed to another young figure, whom emerged from the yard entrance to the gardens, and had begun talking with Vegeta. He said nothing, but his gaze spoke Volumes.

Bulma followed Krillen's gaze to the young boy, and motioned to him with a nod. "That's Daikon, my oldest. He's not much of a social type, kind of like his father. The only exception is when he's with Goten.-"

The resemblance the child had to Vegeta was almost uncanny, and Krillen burst out suddenly "Wait, he's Vegeta's son? Are you serious?" He exclaimed, shaking his head. "And the girls?"

Bulma's tail whipped to and fro as she came to realize that Goku had conveniently left out any of these details prior to handing out the party invites. That dolt! He was supposed to tell them ahead of time! Ah well, I suppose it cannot be helped now. "Yes, they are all his, and this one.." She put a hand on her slightly swollen stomach, which was covered by a rather lovely shirt. "We were married some ten years ago.. Well, married to Saiya-jin standards.. We had an earth ceremony about eight years ago though. I'm really sorry, Goku was supposed to fill you guys in on this stuff, I hadn't meant to overload you with all of this, and it's kind of a long story.."

It was Eighteen who pointed out the obvious.. "Krillen was under the impression you were human. Clearly he was mistaken."

Bulma let out a hearty laugh. "Oh don't worry, I was under the impression that I was human for most of my life. I'd go into details, but let's just leave it at the fact that it was a shock to everyone, including me, to find out I wasn't." That was thee understatement of the century.

As more guests arrived, Bulma found herself doing a lot of damage control, especially when Tien nearly flew into a rage at all of the Saiya-jins that seemed to be cropping up in Capsule Corporation. He hadn't had a good history with the race, after all, and was always one to fly off the handle.

When Goku arrived, Bulma made sure to give him a swift kick in the ribs for the mistake he had made, and not even his own wife gave her husband a second look when he keeled over from the force of her strike.

"Gosh Bulma!" Goku wheezed. "You sure have gotten strong, and fast!" He admitted.

Bulma quickly retorted, putting her hands on her hips as she did so. "You wouldn't know because you're never around!" She spouted. "Anyway, there's a ton of food, so-" She didn't even need to finish. Goku was at the table, which had mountains of food considering how many saiya-jins had to be fed, stuffing his face.

Sometime during this encounter, Vegeta had disappeared with his son to the confines of the gravity chamber, but as promised, they both emerged from their training long enough to watch Shoga and Ginger blow out the candles and receive their gifts.

Thankfully, Bulma had told everyone what each girl liked, so there was no issues with them not enjoying their gifts. When the main events of the party had come to and end, and the girls had been retired to sleep, Vegeta retreated to the Gravity Chamber, while Bulma, Daikon, the twins, and the guests settled down at a bonfire to listen to Bulma's story of how she discovered who and what she was.

"And I don't even remember what happened, really.." She paused.. "Apparently I tackled Yamcha right through the front door and nearly smashed his face in! Goku had to get him to the lookout to get him a senzu bean. I didn't know I had it in me!"

"Well that certainly explains why he isn't here." Chiaoutzu commented, receiving a nod in reply.

"So here's the question burning on everyone's tongue.. How did you end up with Vegeta? I mean it couldn't just be because you turned out to be Saiya-jin, right?" Krillen finally inquired.

Bulma's gaze lifted as she pet Daikon's head. He slept quietly next to her, his head resting in her lap. "At first I tried to accuse him of it, but the fact of the matter was we were showing interest in one another long before any of that happened.. But I am not going to claim that Saiya-jin hormones did not play some part in it. I like to think it just helped close the gap."

After a few moments of silence that seemed to stretch on forever, it was Chichi who broke the silence. "Well I'm surprised this hasn't been mentioned yet, but you're pregnant again? That stubborn Prince isn't turning you into some-"

"Don't be silly!" Bulma knew that question was coming. "I wanted the child. I never really wanted children but now that I've had some, I guess I just really enjoy bringing them into the world.. The labor is hard but believe it or not raising them isn't as bad as it seems. I mean Vegeta is a big help, and he's a good father."

"Well there's something I never expected to hear." Tien said offhandedly.

Bulma huffed defensively, before continuing. "He helped me a lot when they were babies, shared the workload and made sure I got enough rest when I needed it, and he's a good disciplinarian. The kids really look up to him. He's their hero."

Sometime during this discussion, Vegeta had emerged from his training, and wandered out to the garden, only to catch the tail end of the conversation. It was an odd feeling, hearing Bulma speak so highly of him, and hearing of his offspring's' fondness for him. Things had changed so swiftly that it was often he found himself not plagued by his past as heavily as he once was.

Once the last of the guests had left, he made himself known, helping his mate put three slumbering brats to bed, before retiring with her. It was a routine, it seemed, and one he found he did not hate in the least. If anyone had told him a little over ten years ago that he'd be a proud father with a strong, independent, and beautiful mate, living a domestic life on a backwater planet, he would have destroyed them, and left little more than a cinder.

Funny how things change. Things had changed for the better, but one thing was for sure, it certainly had been unexpected.