So a move to another state, 2 hurricanes and a relative with cancer has kept me busy, but I have not given up on my stories. here is another chapter.

Date

Vegeta discovered that he liked ice cream. Bulma had met him downstairs at the prescribed time and they took off again in one of her fancy vehicles. This time she took him further away to an area that wasn't as crowded, there were smaller shops and they walked to a park. Bulma explained that communities would set up places for children to play and for trees and flowers, which seemed odd because there were plenty of trees on this planet.

"Vegeta, there are lots of trees in the undeveloped parts of the world, but humans don't live there."

"Then they should move, if you like trees, why live in a space covered in rock and metal?"

"Some people do, like Goku. He lives with Chi chi and Gohan on Mount Piaozou. There are lots of trees there." She licked up the drip from her cone, "I could never live there though, too quiet."

Vegeta huffed, "Woman, no where you are, is ever going to be quiet."

"Ah, rude." She bumped her shoulder against his and smiled at him, "I'm not that loud."

They were quiet for a while, just sitting on a bench and slowly eating their ice cream cones, of course Bulma had an ice cooler with more cones for Vegeta. It was a nice day, there was a light breeze and the sun was shinning, but something felt off. The bluenette at his side was subdued; he had hoped his prodding would rile her up like it usually did, but she didn't respond the way he expected.

"So, how is training going?"

"Hn, I am improving; it just doesn't seem enough to make the transformation. But I feel close."

"Are the bots helping? You haven't asked for any new ones since that last batch."

"They are still working… Why was that man there today?"

Bulma had resorted to licking the drips that were running down to her hand, "Yamcha?"

"No, the older one."

"Oh, that's my uncle Jack, I asked him to train me. He is ex-military."

"Why?"

"He took a bullet in his leg and they discharged him."

Vegeta rolled his eyes as he reached for another cone, "Why is he training you? You will not need to fight anyone."

"I would think you of all people wouldn't think it strange for someone to train."

"We're talking about YOU."

"Why is it so surprising to everyone that I would know how to fight. I mean I couldn't take on you or Goku, but I'm not helpless. I went to Namek, too. I even took out some of Frieza's henchmen."

Vegeta gave her a look of derision, "I've been on this planet for the better part of a year, and you have only started training recently."

Bulma let out a defeated sigh, "I feel…wrong. Ever since those guys came in my office, I just feel like…like…like I'm not in control of anything. I know that I'm ok and it's not like I'm afraid that it will happen again. But they were in my space, my REALM, where I am queen grand master of all I survey. My whole life I always felt like I was in control, but now, after everything, I'm just…shaken. What's worse is how useless I've become. All of you are training for the androids."

"You are not useless. You lack power, but what's in here is…formidable." He pointed to his brain. "I imagine that if you could wield Ki, that you would be a rival to any warrior."

"Hn. You think?" She looked at him with hope, "Why are you being so nice to me?"

Vegeta quickly changed the subject, "Is the weakling staying again?"

"You mean Yamcha?"

"Hn."

"I don't think so, why?"

"You are distracted when he is here."

"Why should you care if I'm distracted? I would think that you would like it if I didn't bother you."

"You do not bother me." His words hung in the air, Bulma was shocked at what she just heard. Vegeta couldn't believe what he was saying, what was it about this woman that was making him say these things he had to bring this back. "As long as you're on hand to fix my gravity room and provide me with new training bots."

Bulma rolled her eyes, "Geesh, thanks, Vegeta." Bulma was about to reply with a sarcastic remark when something dropped from the sky and landed in front of the bench, "What the.."

Vegeta dropped his cone and had one hand ready to destroy the intrusion and the other had reflexively moved to grab Bulma. The object seemed to do nothing but sit where it fell, "What is it?"

…

When Bulma didn't respond, Vegeta turned his head to look at what was wrong, and that's when he realized. The palm of his hand had landed on Bulma's perky, soft, warm, squishy breast. Bulma was so shocked that she could only stare at the masculine paw that had leapt onto her; it was only after a tentative squeeze that she was broken out of her stupor.

Once she could speak again, she quickly grabbed his wrist and removed his hand from her, "It's a drone."

Vegeta, who himself had been a bit distracted, returned his attention to the invader, "What does that mean? Is it like the bots you give me?"

"It's a toy, sort of, people like to fly them around, they can take pictures and video. But they're usually supposed to be restricted to certain parts of the park." Bulma picked up the drone and examined it. "It's a beginner model, probably got away from its owner. Hold this while I look up the registration number; don't break it."

While Bulma was looking up the information on her phone, Vegeta felt a small tug on his pant leg. Vegeta looked down to find a small child with big eyes, brown hair, and holding a remote control in his hand, "Excuse me, Mister, that's mine."

"This almost hit us. Why are you not in the designated zone?"

The kid looked like he was about to cry, "I'm sorry. It's really my brother's but he won't let me fly it, so I come here. Please don't tell him!"

Bulma's attention finally turned to this new situation, "Vegeta, what did you do?"

"I did nothing, this brat says he is responsible for the thing."

"Well if you didn't DO anything, why is he crying."

'How did I get in this situation?' Vegeta didn't deal with children. Hell, he had only met a few kids in his entire life. "You stole this from your brother, you started flying where you shouldn't, and you crashed it almost hitting us. Why should I give this back?"

The kid's face dropped, then started to get squinched as if he was about to burst into tears. "Please, my brother…I promise I won't do it again."

Vegeta raised his brow, "I will let you leave with this." The child's eyes dried up and were filled with hope, "But first you must train. You will show me that you can fly this without crashing or hitting anything, 100 maneuvers."

Bulma sweat-dropped, of course Vegeta would turn this into training.

"But I'm not good."

Vegeta smirked and nodded towards Bulma, "She will teach you."

"What? Why are you volunteering me for this?"

The kid looked over to Bulma, "But she's a girl. My brother says girls aren't good at planes."

Bulma was really annoyed now, "Well, your brother is a moron."

"That's a bad word."

Bulma took a deep breath, "Do you want a lesson or not?"

The kid looked from Bulma to Vegeta and back to Bulma, "Yes mam."

30 minutes later, the little shit was on his last few maneuvers. Bulma had been a good teacher despite the child's claim that girls weren't good at planes. Vegeta had actually enjoyed seeing Bulma get all worked up; right up until she made that drone thing follow him around bumping him on the shoulder.

"99, 100. Look, Mister, I did it!" Vegeta stood with his arms crossed and gave the young boy a nod.

"Yes, you did good. Probably better than your brother, now." Bulma started to get up from her spot and reached for Vegeta to help her up. Without really thinking, Vegeta took her hand and allowed her to pull herself up.

"Are you a mommy and daddy?" The pair both looked at each other in surprise. "My brother says only daddies hold hands with girls."

Bulma shook her head, "Kid, you need to stop listening to your brother." She reached for the last cone from the cooler and handed it to the kid, "Here, you should head home now."

His face lit up with excitement, "Gee, thanks!" and he took the cone and ran off.

"What a precocious child. Makes you want to invest in birth control." Bulma turned to Vegeta, "You handled that well."

Vegeta had been waiting for her to lay into him on how he should have acted with the child, but her compliment surprised him, "Hn."

Bulma wondered, "Did you ever think about having some?"

Vegeta eyed her with shock. "What?"

"You know, a couple dozen little Vegetas running around terrorizing the universe. It would be so cute; they'd have your gravity defying hair and that adorable scowl of yours." Bulma was poking him in the shoulder.

Vegeta had never thought of having children; he never really got the opportunity to imagine the possibility of carrying on his bloodline let alone spend time thinking of what his progeny would look like. His goal was to avenge his people; long ago he relegated himself to being the last of his kind. "I never thought I could. All the female Saiyans died on planet Vegeta."

Bulma's joking tone quickly died as she realized what Vegeta's reality was before he came to live with her. He must have been so alone. "I'm sorry about that, but you're here now and we know that Earthlings are compatible with Saiyans. Maybe if you wanted you could start a family. You know carry on your line of royal Saiyans, even if they are hybrids. Plus you could have a family that's yours."

Vegeta rolled his eyes, "Humans, such sentimental creatures. It's a wonder how your species survived this long."

Bulma was offended; she was only trying to help, "Hey! Maybe our sentiment is a good thing; there are over 7 billion of us family and friend loving humans. Maybe if Saiyans valued family a little more there would have been enough to stop Frieza before he…" Bulma stopped realizing how mean she was being. Vegeta lost everything to that monster.

"You can say it. He blew up our planet; no amount of manpower was going to save them."

Bulma felt terrible now, "I'm sorry." There was an awkward pause for a few moments before Vegeta surprisingly broke the silence.

"You do not want children."

"Wa, me?" Bulma was shocked to hear Vegeta's seeming interest in whether or not she wanted kids. "Well, I don't not want children. I mean, I guess I would want one, if I was with the right person. Eventually, I'll find someone. It's not like I have to have a husband, but I don't want to raise a child alone."