of your son." she smiled gently. "You even solved the diaper problem."


She looked at Trunk's blue diaper with the long train.


"Even if you wreaked havoc here, Veg," you can still be relied on. - You see, Mum, I was right. When Vegeta is among himself, he will take care of Trunks. But as soon as someone is in the Closeness, his pride forbids him to show any fatherly feelings. I think he would be an excellent father if he only wanted to. "


"Then we'll start cleaning up the whole mess." smiled Dr. Briefs and he and his wife left the room again. Bulma leaned down to the two sleepers and kissed Vegeta on the cheek. She even managed to secretly take a picture of this unforgettable sight.



More weeks and months passed and finally the last night before day X dawned.


"A lot has happened in the last three years. We have grown closer, we have fallen in love and even have a son together. And now you will fight the cyborgs tomorrow. Tomorrow we will see everyone else again. -I want to know how big Gohan has become. " muttered Bulma. Vegeta was lying next to her and had an arm around his partner.


"Yes, tomorrow it finally starts! I'm curious whether the guy from back then was right!" said he.


For a while not a word was uttered, Bulma grabbed Vegeta's hand and held it tight.


"I had hoped that this day would never come. But in a few hours it will be time." she said sadly. "Those three years have passed so quickly!"


Suddenly Vegeta heard a low sob.


"Hey, what is it?" asked he.


"Forgive me. I didn't mean to cry.But I am very worried about you! And I am afraid! What if the new enemies are overwhelming and you and everyone else are killed in battle? "


"That won't happen. After all, we are prepared!"


"And I know I can't stop you."


"I am a sayajin. And the destiny of a sayajin is the fight. I have been the partner and father of the family long enough. Now I have to become the warrior I really am again! That's why I have to go. But I promise you that I will Will come back. Already because of little Müffi. Who else should train him? " explained Vegeta. Then he grinned.


"Please hold me!"


Vegeta hugged his partner comfortingly.


"Don't be afraid. I've trained hard for the last three years and now I'm a super sayajin! I will destroy the cyborgs and return to you. And now I don't want to see any more tears. You are the proud companion of a sayajin prince ! "

"Vegeta ..... I love you ..." Bulma breathed and a deep kiss followed.


"It works better every time." The Sayajin noticed with a grin and his partner wiped away her tears with a smile. Yes, Vegeta would be back. She was sure of that now.




Day X.


The day on which new horror should come over the earth and its inhabitants.




Vegeta woke up with the first rays of sunshine. He carefully pulled himself out of Bulma's arms and stood up. Then he reached for the clean one-piece suit of his combat suit, which he had already laid down last night. His path also led him past the large mirror. He stopped and looked thoughtfully at his figure. He remembered that three years ago he was slimmer and a little smaller, but already then had great strength. And now his strength had multiplied significantly. The muscles of his arms and legs had increased considerably, especially his neck, shoulders, and chest.Although he was only about four feet tall, he seemed to have grown a bit. Just like his black, wild mane, which now looked luscious. Vegeta just didn't understand why his monkey tail hadn't grown back. He reached back and felt the circular scar. Maybe it would take a little longer.


He looked down at himself. He had always found his feet too small. But they were a dangerous weapon despite everything. But he was especially fond of the fact that he wasn’t grown a little more. He found it humiliating to have to look up to most of them, even Bulma. But his father wasn't taller either. If only he had at least inherited his mother's height! But grown up was grown up.


His face had changed too. It had become more angular and the last of the youthful features had also disappeared from it. It took a sayajin several earth years longer than a human to grow up.Vegeta's youth did not end until he was thirty-fifth and now, at almost 39 years of age, he was a fully matured Sayajin, just a young adult, so to speak.




Bulma had changed too. especially after giving birth to their first child. She too looked more mature now and no longer girlish. But her body was still slim and shapely, and as people used to say looked good enough to eat.


"We Sayajins can get very old, well over a hundred years, but the life of a warrior is usually short and sharp, as my father once told me." Vegeta told Bulma one day.


"How old was the oldest of your people?"


"Well-my father told me that a warrior who managed to survive all battles would live to be one hundred and thirty-three years old."


"One hundred and three men, I will not survive you there!" Bulma marveled.


"As I said, it happens very rarely.But some were already old. "


"Well, let's wait and see."




And then there were the myriad of scars that covered his skin. And each had its own story. One was particularly noticeable. It stretched across his chest - a punishment from Freezer for refusing to carry out an order once. The wound was deep and would not heal for days. After that he had never rebelled against the tyrant until the incident on Namek.


Fortunately, his face had been spared from major wounds until now. Only his high forehead was decorated with a few small, lighter flaws. But Vegeta was proud of his scars, as they were evidence of several battles he had survived.


He crossed his arms over his chest and grinned at his reflection. Then he noticed that Bulma had been watching him for a while. He could see her in the mirror, lying on her side, her head resting on her hand and smiling at him.He quickly put on his one-piece suit.


"How long have you been looking?" he growled.


"Is that so important? I could watch you for hours."


"We don't have time for that now! I have to get ready!"


Bulma's smile faded. Then she got up and helped her partner put on the armor.




After a hearty breakfast, the time had come. Bulma stood with her partner in front of the open door to the balcony in the living room with the little Trunks in her arms.


"Be careful, Vegeta. Trunks and I want you to come back."


"Bulma ... I want to thank you. For all the care, warmth and love that you have given me over the past three years. How often have you tended my wounds and nursed me well, mostly I didn't deserve it at all, but you haven't given up on me. "


"I didn't give up on you because I love you." she replied, looking into your partner's smiling face.It was the gentlest and most loving smile he had ever shown. Had Goku or another of your friends seen him now, they would certainly not have recognized Vegeta.




"If I fly out into battle now, I'll be the unapproachable warrior again! That'll apply to you too! Then I can't take you into consideration! Don't put yourselves in unnecessary danger, do you hear? If the present becomes hurtful or shows no emotion, I already beg your pardon for it. "


"Yeah, your incorrigible pride! You have to save face to the other warriors! Otherwise they'll think you're a wimp!"


Trunks acknowledged the whole thing with a happy squeak.


"Come here, you little Müffi!" Vegeta grinned, took his little one out of Bulma's arms and held him up. "Just wait, we'll start training soon!"


"Isn't it a little early for that?"


"The sooner the better!"

Bulma could only shake her head with a smile. That was Vegeta.




They kissed one last time. Then Vegeta turned and wanted to start.


"Veg`! I would like to tell you one more thing!"


"What?"


Bulma smiled mischievously and replied, "You have a firm bottom."


The Sayajin's face turned red like a tomato!


"Um ... urmm ..." was all he managed to get out first.


"Now I've really upset him!" Bulma thought happily. "But he doesn't need to be surprised if he wears such tight combat suit ..."


"Really! You are like your mother!" Vegeta growled and tried to get the blush off his face.


"Hey, that was a compliment! -And now, fly, my proud, indomitable Sayajin and save the world!" Bulma smiled and cheekily pinched her partner's left buttock in parting!


Vegeta made a screeching, startled sound, picked it up, rushed through the open balcony door and over the roofs of the houses.



"That can't be true! Just pinch my four letters! What do you find special about my seat meat?" he growled. "Women! - Anyway, let's concentrate on the upcoming fights! - Finally the time has come and I can really let off steam again! It will be a party!"




During the flight, Vegeta reflected on the events of the past three years. Much had happened and he had learned countless lessons. Some of them had quickly become familiar to me, but some of the lessons had been painful and difficult. But he wanted to move on and stay with his new family. And Bulma had played a big part in that. Goku was grateful to her for this more than once.




Love, affection, concern for the partner, Vegeta would not have thought that he was capable of such feelings. But Bulma, this brave, defiant woman had challenged him again and again and Vegeta had lost his heart to this earth woman, just as Bulma had lost her heart to him.She was stubborn and quarrelsome at times, but Vegeta didn't want to exchange her for