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Royal Namekian Blues

Chapter 18

By Trynia Merin

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z, Toriyama and Funimation have the
rights. I don't get paid for this because it's fanfiction, so don't sue me! The
only thing that's mine is the plot bunnies that got this to where it is now.
Thanks to Bulma the Babe for beta'ing this concept, and to my readers who have
inspired me to keep this going!

****

Next thing Bulma remembered was slowly dragging herself out of a stupor.
Whatever lovemaking had elapsed had wrung the life out of her, and she couldn't
move except to push herself over. Groaning, she put her hand over her mouth and
narrowly avoided unloading her dinner into the sweat soaked sheets.

"Woman� aren't you awake yet?" Vegeta bellowed from somewhere in the
distance.

"I'm gonna puke," she sobbed, hugging her stomach. Instantly she felt hands
on her shoulders. There was the warmth of his body, but the barrier of his
gloves between their skin.

"What's going on? Trunks was worried that you hadn't awakened� and your idiot
mother insisted I let you sleep, but it's almost noon!" Vegeta ranted, swinging
her to sit up. She caught hold of his shoulders and buried her face in one,
feeling the hard coolness of armor against her cheek.

"I can't move� I'm so tired," she whined. Her stomach heaved, and Vegeta knew
that he had little time before his favorite armor and suit would need desperate
cleaning.

"Why the hell didn't you say so?" he grumbled, lifting her as if she were a
small child. Against his shoulder she lay her cheek, hanging onto him as he
walked her into the bathroom. Just as he set her on the side of the tub she
offered her dinner to the porcelain god. Gloved hands on either shoulder held
her in place as he held his breath from the stench.

"Kami� you son of a bitch I hate you," she whined.

"You're blaming THIS on me?" he growled.

"It's morning sickness you moronic monkey!" she gasped through dry
heaves.

"Kuso," he groaned, still holding her in position. "Are you done?"

"C'mon over here and lemme see if I can stop from messing up your armor," she
joked.

"No thanks. Honestly how bad will this get?" he asked impatiently, moving
around to the side of the commode, and bracing her up with one hand against her
shoulder.

"The first trimester's always really bad� but it's my first� and� oho I'm so
tired�"

Grabbing the tip of his glove in his teeth, Vegeta tugged it up and off. He
pressed his hand to her cheek, letting his skin touch hers, one of the few rare
times he did so without leading to mating. Carefully he probed the level of ki
present, judging it to be a low 15. Not satisfied, he opened his own energies,
slowly letting them fill her chakras, and travel to where they were most needed.
Bulma suddenly felt her breathing synching to Vegeta's, unable to control her
bodily functions as he took over through their bond. Basic autonomic functions
deferred to his control as he filled her depleted energies with his own.

"Breathe with me� that's it� let me take it on�" he urged.

"What are you doing?"

"Synching our ki," he grumbled. "Something I haven't done in a while, and
it's high time I did so�"

"What will you do when the baby's born?"

"You won't need this as often. Trunks will be able to assist you when I'm
gone�" he muttered.

"Why do you have to leave� me alone?"

"To train in space. If the Androids come after me, I'll endanger you. Trunks
can fight them on his own. He's going to stay and care for you, and his 'little
brother'�" Vegeta mumbled. "I must take the fight to them� and I don't want you
and my heir dead�"

"Where's Trunks now?"

"He's downstairs� no wait, I feel him coming up here. The little worry wart�
are you sure you can sit up without emptying the contents of your stomach?" he
grunted.

"I'll try�" she grumbled. Vegeta slung his arm around her waist, pulling her
to stand on shaky legs. Strangely she felt like she could dance if she so
pleased. Bursting with royal blue ki, she felt her equilibrium returning.

"That's much better, whoa�" she gasped.

"You feel up to eating, blue onna?" he asked, steadying her against himself.
He let her stand on her own two feet, taking a step back.

"Yes I'll be fine. Thanks� Geta-chan� tell Trunks that I'll be down to
breakfast and he shouldn't worry so much," Bulma reassured him. Vegeta pressed
his lips together; sure that she wasn't completely over her nasty shock, but was
too proud to admit she needed continued help.

"Very well," he nodded.

"Vegeta� would you� walk me down?" she asked.

"As you wish, blue onna," he nodded, offering his arm. She slid hers through
it, and then walked out the door of their bedchamber with this minimal
assistance.

"Miss Briefs," she muttered. "The thing that bites is that Vegeta doesn't
have a last name. Except Vegeta or Bejitasei�"

"What are you chattering about, onna?" he asked.

"Just what the heck last name I should take?" she glanced up at him. "We are
married, right?"

"Yes, but it's obvious that you're the mate of the Saiyan no Ouji� is it not?
What need do you have for this ridiculous surname business!"

"Mrs. Bulma Briefs-Bejitasei� or would it be Mrs. Bulma Saiyan no Oujo� that
would be stupid� or I could be lame like Wonder Woman and go by Bulma
Briefs-Prince," she glanced up at him.

"Woman, you're driving me nuts," Vegeta growled. "You'd have my name of
course!"

"Um� no offense but it seems a little lack luster� unless we hyphenate
it�"

"Do as you wish, Bulma," he groaned, shaking his head.

"Mrs. Bulma Breifs-Bejita works," she said quickly.

"Whatever�" he muttered, walking her down the stairs.

"Thank you Geta," she said, kissing him on the cheek, then biting his
ear.

"Don't mention it," he groaned.

***

"Mom, are you okay?" Trunks asked, rushing over from the kitchen table.

"Jeez Trunks I'm fine!" Bulma groaned. "Two men fawning over me is more than
enough�"

"Trunks, get your mother some hot tea," Vegeta said gruffly, pulling out a
chair for her. Also clad in blue spandex and armored vest, their future son
grabbed the pot to place on the stove. Eerily he seemed to know where everything
was as he gathered the tea bags and cups with their saucers.

"What about you� sir?" he asked.

"Hot coffee, black with nothing else," Vegeta said. Bulma blinked at him, in
shock.

"What?" he asked.

"Since when did YOU drink coffee?" she asked.

"I acquired a taste for the brew shortly before my last trip," said Vegeta.
He sat down in the chair next to her, readjusting his gloves on his hands.
Trunks had thrust his gloves into the belt girding his waist, just under the
armored vest. Unlike Vegeta, he wore the belt from his future outfit, which
carried various capsules and other items he liked to have handy.

"Earl Grey or something else?"

"Just regular tea�" she mumbled, still feeling that swimming inside. Despite
Vegeta's donation of ki, she still felt sickly.

"This will help� a little ginseng mixed with the rest�" Trunks muttered,
grabbing loose teas and mixing them together with boiling water. Before long she
had a fresh hot cup steaming in a mug that she clenched between her hands.
Vegeta was nursing a cup of 100 percent Colombian, pushing away any offers of
sugar or sweetener.

"You should be glad I let you sleep in. Your mother fed us breakfast� I
suppose there is some left over. Show her, boy�' said Vegeta.

"Right away, sir," Trunks said, getting up to walk over and open the fridge.
He dug out a plate of pancakes, then stuck them into the microwave with some
scrambled egg.

"Gramps always said it would put hair on my chest� I guess he was wrong,"
Trunks teased, pouring some for himself. He cut it with some cream and
artificial sweetener, then sat down across from his young parents.

"I'm really okay guys. Vegeta here balanced my ki or something�"

"Yeah, that needs to happen," Trunks nodded.

"How� what was it like�" she asked, glancing at him.

"I'm too young to remember it," Trunks teased, passing her a spoon so she
could stir her sugar and honey into her brew. Vegeta rested his gloved hand
across the back of her chair. While not touching her, he seemed to exert his
claim over his mate in this manner by being present in her company.

"No kidding, boy. I think she meant to ask if you knew anything about
Saiyan/human pregnancies, considering your own experience� through the
retrospect of your parents?" Vegeta asked warily.

"The ki thing was part of it. You ought to ask Chichi and Goku, really�" said
Trunks shyly.

"Speaking of, isn't Son-kun back yet?" asked Bulma. Trunks got up from the
table, and opened the fridge. Reaching in he retrieved a bottle of ketchup, and
some fruit cocktail in a small glass bowl. He carried both over, and plunked
them down in front of her. Vegeta lifted a brow when he saw Trunks set the
bottle upside down, just like Bulma always did.

"Kakkarot's craft landed this morning. Trunks and I were just over there
speaking with him�" said Vegeta.

"You and Son-kun spoke without killing each other? I must have been sleeping
longer than I thought!" Bulma shivered. She fiddled with the bottle, opening it
and letting it pour on top of her scrambled eggs. Overtop the pancakes she
dribbled real Vermont maple syrup.

"Didn't I promise to stave my desire for satisfaction till AFTER the androids
invaded?" Vegeta grunted. "Woman, how can you forget so easily�"

"Excuse me, but some of us can't just up and fly when we want to, remember?"
Bulma growled back. Trunks looked tense, but then relaxed when Vegeta lifted a
brow at him. Bulma stabbed into a piece of pancake, dragging it through a mess
of butter and syrup.

"Son-san is catching up with his family," Trunks said, blushing profusely.

"As he should, the idiot. He needs to pay more attention to his mate, like a
true Saiyan," said Vegeta quickly.

"I thought Saiyans didn't express their affections in public," Bulma said.
She cut fiercely into a pancake, stabbing a piece violently before popping into
her mouth.

"In the privacy of his own quarters that is�" Trunks added, before Vegeta
could open his mouth.

"How would you know that, boy?" he asked, glaring at him.

"I know more about Saiyan culture than you'd realize, Father," he said
politely. "You� there were tapes of Saiyan history left from the pod that
Radditzu and the others left behind in my mom's� lab� in my time. Several dozen
discs with the history of the House of Vejitasei�"

"Kuso, why� how?" asked Vegeta, almost leaping from his chair. Gloved hands
slammed against the table, rattling the dishes and spilling droplets of
coffee.

"Vegeta, settle down!" Bulma urged, grabbing his wrist. In and out Vegeta's
breath heaved, blinking in shock at Future Trunks sitting there as calmly as he
could.

"You'll find them soon enough," Trunks said quickly. "They're not that far
away� in fact you both kept overlooking them for years till� well�"

"I get the idea," said Vegeta, blushing profusely. "I had forgotten� that I
have retrieved them and hidden them in a secure location prior to returning
here�"

"Say what?" she asked, blinking at him. Now it was Bulma's turn to almost
leap out of her seat, and Vegeta's turn to restrain her with a hand resting on
top of her shoulder.

"Someplace on Earth's moon," said Trunks, looking at Vegeta. "Right?"

"Yes," Vegeta nodded. He tapped his temple and looked towards Bulma.

"They're telepathically encoded. Only someone with Royal Saiyan blood can
access them," Trunks said quickly.

"I should have thought of that, but it proves you are who you say you are,"
Vegeta muttered.

"Before I put a finger down my throat with all this father son bonding� could
you please explain to me what the HELL you're doing in AE suits and armor?"
Bulma demanded, throwing her knife and fork down on her empty plate. Trunks
pushed a bowl of the fruit cocktail before her. Grabbing her spoon she dug it
into the pile of diced peaches and pears, pushing them around.

"Father was� showing me some things in the GR before we found out that Son
Goku was landing," said Trunks.

"Does Goku� did he talk to� Trunks?" asked Bulma, warily shoving her spoon
into her mouth. Vegeta growled in a low purr at the sight of her licking fruit
juice off her lips.

"Trunks and I spoke to him together," said Vegeta, sipping his coffee as he
settled down. "He was quite� amused to realize Trunk's Saiyan blood�"

"Does he know that�?" asked Bulma.

"No," said Vegeta.

"Why not?" Bulma demanded.

"His son Gohan knows enough. Knowing Kakkarot he'd blab it to the wrong
person� no offense Kakkarot may be a goody two shoes but he's not the brightest
crayon in the box as you ningen say," Vegeta snorted. "I can't let anything
compromise my mate and son's safety�"

Sighing, Bulma dragged her spoon through another bit of fruit before holding
it just before her mouth on her spoon. She asked, "What are we going to do
about� well� when he's born�"

"I've got an idea," said Trunks quietly. "You can um� just say you named your
kid after Grandpa, like you said� and I can call myself something� slightly
different. I mean it might seem lame, but I can change the pronunciation of my
name so it sorta sounds exotic�"

"Bejitasei Toranksu," said Vegeta. "That's how it sounds in your proper
Japanese phonetically. A slight variation, but enough to elude people from
thinking he's from this culture."

"I know it's lame� but hey," he said.

"In all intents and purposes you're a member of the Royal house, but we
cannot let the enemy guess the true nature of our relationship. To the world in
general he'll be Bejitasei Toranksu� Kakkarot knows that this boy is my son, but
he doesn't know how or why he came by his coloring�" said Vegeta.

"Isn't that a little extreme?" Bulma asked, looking hurt. She dropped her
spoon into her bowl with a clatter that made Vegeta wince from the noise of the
glass bowl ringing.

"It's necessary, Mom," said Trunks, pushing hair out of his face.

"Oh, so what's your story then?" Bulma asked, turning to Vegeta.

"Tell her, boy," said Vegeta, clearing his throat. He looked at an invisible
spot on the wall, averting his gaze from his future son, and his present
mate.

Trunks tried to keep a straight face when he said, "As far as the world
knows, I was lost as an infant in a world sort of like earth, and raised by its
inhabitants, of a world called Idsarsei 7�"

"Idsarsei 7?" Bulma giggled. "Isn't that the pleasure planet that you and the
others took shore leave on?"

"Ahem, let's just say that the boy's a happy surprise from a� rather exciting
time," Vegeta blushed profusely. "After all, I did have� my� well�"

"That's enough explanation," Bulma said quickly.

"Well the inhabitants have purple hair there!" Vegeta blurted out as Trunks
hid a chuckle. Bulma pretended to look mad, but then started to laugh at
Vegeta's awkward blush spreading over his face till it turned the color of his
infamous Bad Ass shirt.

"You're a stud muffin and I didn't even know it," Bulma squealed as Vegeta
growled warningly.

"Father, admit it, you're irresistible. And they don't know Saiyans mate for
life, so who cares? You wanted to keep the nature of your relationship secret,
right?" asked Trunks.

"But you look like� well my family," she shivered.

"Well, chalk it up to coincidence," Trunks winked. "Right Father?"

"Right son," nodded Vegeta. "Do not be angry woman, it's necessary. For when
the child is born, you will see why� if what I anticipate to be the case�"

"If he comes out with lavender hair?" Bulma asked quietly.

"Mm hmm," Trunks nodded, shifting in his chair to drag himself closer to the
table.

"Everyone knows that you're carrying my child now," Vegeta said softly. "But
they must not guess the true nature of Trunks� Toranksu's relationship to him. I
don�t want to take any chances. Better they think that I've� well�"

"Sewed wild oats?" Trunks supplied.

"Ahem� then try and connect the time machine to him," said Vegeta, glancing
away. He coughed profusely, letting go of her hand and getting up to pace the
floor. Bulma and Trunks exchanged the same look, and then burst out
laughing.

"Sorry sir, can't help it!" Trunks spluttered, while Bulma leaned on him.

"If you two are QUITE finished!" Vegeta spluttered, whirling on them.

"I can't� help it� you look so cute when you're hot and bothered!" Bulma
squealed. Trunks stifled his next laughs behind his hand, slamming the other on
the table.

"Pain in the ass, I can see where you got your more obnoxious qualities boy,"
Vegeta groused. "Now if you two don�t' mind I'm sensing that some uninvited
guests are paying a visit�"

"Who?" she asked.

"The cue ball and Dim Sum, who else?" snorted Vegeta. "It was Kakkarot's
stupid idea that we all� have some nauseatingly feel good social gathering to
celebrate his return�"

"Oh no they didn't! I don't have anything to wear� and!"

"Don't worry� Nana's got it covered," said Trunks, patting her hand. "And
Chichi's helping her with the food. It's at a country club that you guys have
some lifetime membership in� not here�"

"Thank Kami� don't give me a heart attack!" Bulma groaned.

"Relax, blue onna. I don't want those losers crawling around my� our home
unbidden. Find something suitable to wear from your attire, and be ready by
eleven thirty. I shall fly you there in that wretched air car of yours� though
Kami knows I'd rather fly," Vegeta groused.

"I could drive," Trunks said with a sly grin.

"No thank you! If you inherited your mother's inability to drive�"

"Spoil sport," Bulma pouted.

"Worth a shot. I am seventeen," Trunks laughed. "That does make me legal to
drive�"

"On a license from a parallel earth?" Vegeta glared at him. "Do use some
common sense, lad!"

"Um, I guess you got a small point there, Father," Trunks groaned.

"I'll have to get Dad to fix you up with a Capsule Corps ID� once we settle
on a cover story," Bulma said brightly. "You'll be some kind of employee here�
how's that, Geta?"

"Fine whatever. Now I'm going to put in some more training. Will you be
joining me, boy?"

"Yes sir. Once I know Mom's okay," said Trunks.

"Don't take forever," said Vegeta, giving Bulma's shoulder a squeeze before
walking out. Trunks leaned over and kissed her cheek.

"Are you mad?"

"No, just trying to keep this all straight. Are you sure you're okay with
this whole�? Toranksu business?"

"I don't want you hurt, Mom," said Trunks. "I'll do whatever it takes to make
sure that's the case� you don't need to worry. Dad might seem a bit nutty, but
he has his reasons� and hopefully he'll be alive to see me get my driver's
license in this time�"

"I hope so," Bulma said. Trunks leaned down and she hugged him tightly,
burying her face in his neck. He kissed her forehead, resting a hand over her
belly before breaking away. She let go of him, giving him a smile before he
turned and followed his father's footsteps out of the kitchen. Grabbing the rest
of the fruit cocktail, she dumped it onto her plate and began to devour it
ravenously. A feeling of unrest filled her belly, but she pushed it away with
the realization that Trunks and Vegeta were taking care of her together, as
father and son. He accepted this future Trunks as his own flesh and blood, yet
denied her link to him. Although it was for the safety of his doppelganger
growing inside her, she still couldn't feel slighted.

"Stupid androids," she mumbled, and put her head in her hands. She rubbed her
face lightly, feeling the frown lines deepening the longer she sat. What snapped
her out of suddenly feeling sorry for herself was her mother's bright chirping
"HELLO!" resounding through the capsule house.

"Mom?" she asked.

"Where's my little angel?" she asked.

"In here�" Bulma called. It wasn't long before she smelled pastries, and
focussed her mind on satisfying the odd cravings that her baby drove her to
satiate. Living in the now was all she could fathom, pushing aside the fear of
the future while she embraced the present.
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