I love you

Bulma looked in the mirror, looking at the woman in front of her. She touched the skin on either side of her eyes and slightly wrinkled cheek. She quickly opened a drawer and took out a small cosmetic jar. She opened the jar and started applying the white cream all over her face.
"Mom what are you doing?"
Bulma turned around quickly and saw her reflection in the mirror as a young teenager. She blinked and stared hard at the reflection. It was her daughter, Bra. She had inherited everything from her mother. Her crystal blue eyes, her flowing blue-green hair, her milk-white skin ... everything. Most likely, the only thing she'd inherited from her father was her strong character.
"Mom? Hello? I just asked what you were doing?" Bra asked again. Then she looked at the cream.
"You're using that again?" called the teenager.
"It's the only thing that keeps me beautiful, Bra." Bulma replied, still smearing the cream on her cheek."Mom, you were always beautiful. Do you remember who I inherited my looks from?" she grinned confidently. Her mother smiled weakly back. Bra realized that something was wrong.
"You're getting insecure about Father again, aren't you?"
"I don't know ... I mean look at him ... look at your father. He hasn't aged in all these years and considering he's older than me."
"He's a Saiyan. Saiyans never get old."
"Yes ... sometimes I wish I was a Saiyan too ... or at least a half-Saiyajin ... like you and your brother."
"Oh, come on mom! You know that dad would always love you no matter what."
"He never told me ..."
"Never told you anything?" the young girl listened carefully to her mother.
"Vegeta, your father, he never told me he loved me."
"Sure mom, a good joke." Bra joked, but when she saw her mother's eyes she knew it was true.
"Never? Not once?"Bulma shook her head. In all the years she and Vegeta were married, the Saiyan prince never said these three words.
"But how is it that he stays with you? You two had Trunks and me! For what other reason would he stay with you after all these years? And I never saw that you had ever quarreled about anything!"
“You should have been there when Trunks was a baby.” Bulma smiled a little. "But his attitude had changed a lot when ... after he was resurrected."
"Maybe he's changed. He's changed a lot, hasn't he?"
"Hopefully, maybe ..."
"Stop worrying too much, Mom. He just loves you the same way. By the way, Dad, Trunks and I are going to the mall. Do you want to come?"
"No, thanks. I have an appointment with Chichi and C18 for tea"
"Okay. See you later, mom." with these words Bra left. Her thoughts did not let go of her. What if Vegeta never loved her mother?She was determined to find out.
Bra? Hello? Yo, sis! "Trunks snapped his fingers right in front of Bra's face, waking her out of her deep thoughts.
"What did you do that for, Trunks?" she complained.
"You just stare holes in the air the whole time ... that's really strange behavior for you," the young man eyed his sister carefully. He had his father's good looks, his mother's blue eyes, and the color of his grandfather's hair from his early years. Even though he was an adult, he still had the personality of a teenager ... he was a lot of fun.
"It's all right, okay?" Bra replied and fell back on the couch.
"Come on, sis! I know something is wrong! You can tell me!"
"You will most likely not understand ..."
"Is it girl stuff? Because if that's the case then I think I'd better go."
“Wait!” Bra took her brother's arm.Trunks grinned.
"Hah! I knew you couldn't stand not telling me! So what is it?"
The young girl sighed.
"Do you think dad loves mom?" she asked in a serious tone.
"So ..." Trunks thought, "he has to. He stayed with her long enough to have two kids with her and ... Mom loves him. He has to return that love, right?"
"Are you sure?"
"So ... he has to love her ... somehow ..."
"Then you are not sure ..."
Trunks fell back on the couch next to his sister.
"I remember when I was eight, before father died, he ..."
"I already know this story!" Bra complained, "You and mother told me about it a thousand times!"
"Isn't that proof enough for you that he asked me to take care of Mom when he's gone?"
“Did he ever tell her he loved her?” Bra looked into her brother's eyes, eyes that were just as blue as hers. The young man fell silent.Not once in his life did he hear his father tell his mother that. He saw the sad expression on Bra's and since he was a good brother he decided to cheer her up.
"Actions speak louder than words, right? For once, Father really showed that Mom means something to him!" explained Trunks.
"His actions can be interpreted in different ways!" replied Bra.
"Argh! I'm giving up! You win!" Trunks slapped his forehead with his hand. "So I'm not sure. If you care? As long as Dad stays with us, everything is fine!"
Bra hung her head down, her long blue-green hair hiding the sad expression on her face. Trunks leaned over to her.
"That's not enough for you, is it?" asked he. Bra shook her head, causing her hair to sway from side to side. Trunks smiled and snapped his fingers.
"I have a plan! We're going to the mall with father today, right?""Yes and?" replied Bra, who listened very carefully.
"Here's what we're going to do ..." Trunks whispered something in his sister's ear and the girl giggled.
"He's going to kill us!" brought them out.
"No, he won't! Maybe one day he'll even thank us for it!" replied Trunks, giving his sister five.
"Where are those damn kids !?" Vegeta whispered to himself as he waited in the car in front of the house. He held the steering wheel very tightly in his hands. Then he remembered something. He put on the seat belt. That was what Bulma always told him when she taught him to drive. A smile escaped his lips.
he thought to himself. He hadn't aged in all these years. He decided to grow a mustache to look older. He often wore extra clothing that did less stress on his muscles. He was doing all of this for a specific personal reason that he didn't want anyone to know."Hi Daddy! We're done!" Bra called to her father while Trunks appeared behind her.
"Why did it take you both so long?"
"Oh ... we had to sort of prepare something for our mall trip," Trunks motioned to Bra and she did the same. Vegeta ignored it.
"Where's your mother? Isn't she coming?"
"I asked her, but she said that she has an appointment for tea with Aunt Chichi and Aunt 18," Bra sat in the front seat next to her father.
"Oh ..." Vegeta started the engine, "Children, don't forget ..."
"We know! We know! Put your seat belts on!" interrupted the siblings and did what their father told them to do.
"Dad, we are Saiyans! We can survive a serious car accident! Why do you always tell us to put on the seat belts?" Trunks leaned forward from the back seat to complain. Vegeta had a hidden smile on his face as he drove.
"No important reason," replied the prince as he drove down the highway.Bulma sipped her tea while chatting with C18 and Chichi at a local cafe. Most of the time, her two friends talked while she only tuned in from time to time. She looked at Chichi when the woman laughed at C18's joke. She had cut her hair and she had wrinkles on her face too. She was the mother of two children, as was Bulma. Her husband, Goku, hasn't aged in all these years, as has Vegeta. Bulma turned her head to 18, who was also giggling as she sipped her tea. 18 had her short blonde hair cut. She attached one of her ponies (a mop of hair) to one side of hers, which made her look more adult. She was the mother of a girl and a loving wife to Bulma's good friend, Krillin. Since she was a modified human, a cyborg, she had lifeless blue eyes and ageless skin.
"So, C18," Chichi stirred her coffee. "How is life with krillin?"
"Pretty good," the cyborg blushed, "He's a very loving husband and he's also a very good father to Marron, just as he always was.""This is good for you!" Chichi smiled, "Do you still have romance in your relationship?"
"Yes," C18 smiled back, "would you believe me that he still kisses me goodnight, or that he kisses me whenever we meet, or whenever he leaves the house?"
Chichi giggled. "The same, good old Krillin. I wish I could say the same thing about my Goku! He always goes to practice. But I can understand him now."
"Goku must be pretty lucky to have you for a wife," C18 replied.
"He should be better!" Mrs. Son sipped her coffee, "and I'm very happy that I have it. I know he loves me ... by the way he calls me" darling, "or whenever he whispers to me that he is doing it. "
"How about you, Bulma?" the cyborg turned to her friend. "How about you and Vegeta? Is it still going well? Any more misunderstandings?"
Bulma slowly set her cup down on the table.Although she tried to smile, her two friends immediately noticed that she was worried about something. Before C18 could ask what it was, the door was opened.
“Hi Mom!” Marron went over to C18 with her father walking next to her. Krillin kissed 18-18, which made Chichi laugh and Marron blush.
"Mom, shouldn't we go shopping now?" Marron looked impatiently at her watch. C18 gave a short laugh.
"Why honey? Is there someone special you want to meet in the mall?"
"Mom! I just want to get there before Pan does!"
"And why?"
Marron's cheeks turned red. She was about to answer, but her mother quickly turned to Bulma.
"Bulma, is Trunks in the mall by chance?" "Yes, he's there with Bra and Vegeta. Why?" Bulma looked at her friend questioningly. Suddenly, Marron pulled her mother to the door.
"Let's go mom! We can't be late!"
"Oh ... ok. Bye Chichi!Bye Bulma! ”The cyborg left with her family.
"Too bad I didn't get a chance to tell them Pan and Gohan are already ahead of them," Chichi chuckled as Krillin and his family drove away. Then she turned back to her friend.
"Are you worried about something?" asked Mrs.