Meant to Be

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Destinies Shattered (Part Two)


What have I done!? Vegeta asked himself, flying faster than ever to catch Kakarotto. He didn’t get too far as a purple blur came in front of him grabbing him by his armor.

“As much as I enjoyed the show, Vegeta-chan… we came here on a mission,” Captain Ginyu screeched on his face, his hot breath threaten to make him sick. Vegeta let his eyes follow Kakarotto as he plundered to the ground, relieved as he saw Bardock catch his friend; he turned his attention to the bastard in front of him.

“I am very aware of the reason of our visit to this planet; I was merely killing time if you don’t mind.” He muted voice-dripping sarcasm.

“I do mind, I want to get the fuck out of here…now go and do your job.” With this said the prince was thrown to the ground.

Vegeta laid there for a while, getting up slowly, ‘damn he was worn out!’ making his way to the lab. Fuck! I hope I’m not too late, he told himself not wanting to think what the lizard would do if he was.

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The screen came on startling them out of their silence. Bardock, Toma and the others on his squad were standing, staring straight ahead. There was a lot of static and angle changes as the cameras situated in their pre-assigned positions. Bulma felt her heart skip a beat when the screen finally settle and was filled with the vision of Vegeta walking forward. She felt her eyes fill with tears and was grateful for the darkened room; nobody needed to see her pain.
Her prince looked so cold, so detached as he made his way seemingly towards her. Goku not far behind, and as she snuck a peek to her friend; she could see that Chivaa was crying as well.

Vegeta stopped; the angle changed again reveling the whole group. Toma, Bardock and the others were just done bowing to their prince. She thought she heard the king grunt, it didn’t matter. She wanted to run, hide, to throw herself at that screen all at the same time. How can life be so cruel? It had taken her all these months to get rid of the feelings that one night brought to her. To have it all come crushing down at the mere sight of the man who turned her life upside down. He looked so beautiful in that uniform he was wearing, even if his face looked dead; even if she couldn’t hear what he was saying…wait a minute why couldn’t they hear them? As if on cue the king voiced the question.

“What’s the matter... why can’t we hear them?” Bulma couldn’t form words, she didn’t want to, afraid that if she spoke the spell would be broken and the image would fade.

“The audio must be malfunctioning.” Thank god that Chivaa could still hold her composure, she thought as her friend answered the irritated Saiyan no Ou.

“Can something be done from here?” he continued

“Unfortunately no my king, the main controls are on the ship itself.”

“Hmph, hopefully they’re not saying anything important,” he shifted in his seat and drank some of the contents of the glass in front of him, “but knowing my brat I doubted.” He ended.

Bulma’s heart was beating a thousand times a minute as she drank every movement, every gesture, every motion of his silent lips as they moved silently with unheard word.
Would he ask about me? She hoped against hope that he thought of her the way she did him.

She came out of her thoughts as she saw him take flight, Goku shrugged to Bardock and followed suit. Bardock and the others went the opposite direction. The cameras followed Vegeta, probably Toma’s doing.

Chivaa saw it fist, giving a loud yelp as a laser beam from one of her ships narrowly missed Vegeta and another dangerously close to Goku. Bulma held her breath as she watched Vegeta fly towards the ships. Goku close behind, Bardock and the others appeared out of nowhere, obviously to help their prince. Vegeta flew to them dogging beams and gave them a very evil look while he said something. Tears were coming her her face; Chivaa took her hand and squeezed it tight in desperation and understanding.
The fighters they hired and the Saiyans with the image simulators were pouring out of the ships, they had decided at the very last minute to send elite fighters in case it got too rough.

Vegeta no Ou and Nappa were taking all this ith uth unmasked fascination.

Vegeta flew high in the sky and turned to Kakarotto shouting something, unaware of the fighter flying like a bullet towards him until it grabbed his ankle and threw him to the ground, leaving a crater big enough to fit a small building in it.

“No…” she screamed to the screen as if it could do something about hor horrible images. Vegeta no Ou hmphed and said something along the lines of his son being a fool, Chivaa squeezed her hand tightly as she too felt the pain

Goku was fighting three at a time, trying to make his way to his prince. Vegeta recouped almost instantaneously and went back to the air to join Goku on the fight, from them on they fought; one, two, three, four, five at the same time, mostly the elite fighters, the hired help was mainly fighting Bardock and his squad, apparently noticing that they would do much better off staying away from the two hot headed Saiyans wearing different uniform. Kakarotto was thrown to the ground, getting back up he yelled something seemingly to Vegeta, at which he got so enraged that he glowed blue. The warriors he had been fighting were thrown in various directions by the mere force of the prince’s energy. He lunged himself at Kakarotto and started pounding him meesslessly. Chivaa gasped, Nappa chuckled, the king hmphed and she could not believe it…Why? How she wished she could hear what was going on. God! Vegeta no, she thought in dismay, her eyes wouldn’t look away from the horrible images, it was her turn to squeeze Chivaa’s hand.

Goku wasn’t fighting in the beginning but it was now painfully clear that he was trying his hardest to throw the enraged prince off.


”Oh God Vegeta-Sama stop it.” Bulma heard Chivaa cry. Then it was all over Vegeta extended his right arm, palm open facing Goku, a yellow beam came out of it so fast that Goku didn’t even have a chance to react. The beam it him square on the chest. Chivaa screamed as Goku’s body made its hard decent to the ground. Vegeta was looking on as if coming out of a trance and rushed after the younger man stopped in mid air by a purple man.

“Fuck!” Muted Nappa, another four creatures of different shapes and sizes came into view. The purple grabgrabbed Vegeta by the armor, speaking to him so close that it looked as if they were about to kiss. Vegeta was suddenly thrown to the ground leaving a crater twice the size of the one before.

The room got quite once more; not even their breathing was heard. They watched as the five creatures pounded a few of the fighters, playing with them. The disguised elites scrambled making their way back to the ships. Some of them made it; some never had a chance as the demonic creatures shot beams that disintegrated everything in their path. Bardock and co. just stood there watching with impassive faces this new development. Vegeta nowhere to be seen Oh God! Bulma thoughts screamed, is he dead!? Dread cursed through her body, an ache that soon became unbearable, pain as nothing she’s ever felt before. She began to scream and scream.

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Vegeta walked through the empty lab; he could see a few knocked down guards here and there. Kuso! How could he be so stupid? He should have known that the fighters were buying time. If captain Ginyu hadn’t shown up he would still be out there pounding Kakarotto. Was his mind was slowly leaving him? He couldn’t even think straight anymore lashing out on his friend that way.

He went from door to door finding very odd the fact that there was no destruction of any king, no Madranijin either. This must be an inside job, he thought as he opened yet another door finding the room beyond to be empty as well. Everything did make a little more sense now... the fighters stalling, their almost timed assault to him and Kakarotto, the deserted place. Apparently they’ve all gone into hiding; yes... an inside job was the only explanation. He only hoped he was not too late, Freeza will have his tail for dinner if anything of consequence was stolen. But why the Madranijin would want to steel their own work? It didn’t matter really, all he knew was that he couldn’t allow it. He was already in enough trouble as it was. After Ginyu gave the lizard his report... Vegeta could already hear the mother fucking purple bastard recount his fight with his fellow Saiyan. Fuck! Everything was going just peachy.

A noise down the hall made him snap out of his self-loading train of thought. He moved stealthily towards the source, silently thanking the gods he did not believed in, that he would in time to catch whomever the culprit of this whole ordeal was… And Gods how they were going to pay...A door suddenly flew open and three Madranijin ran away from his grasp.

“I don’t think so!” he yelled dashing after them so fast, they never saw him until he was directly in front of them, “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked maliciously at the three, two tall Madrani males and a female. Hmph he silently snorted at the fact that all this trouble and he wasn’t even going to get a descent workout.
He made it for the tallest male but he dogged him easily. What the fuck!? Madranijin were not this fast, a smirk graced his face as he pounded the gold skinned imbecile in the gut...So it started, kicks, punches and summersaults, he forgot about everything else as the fight went on.

“What the fuck are you two looking at?” yelled the man to his two companions, “Get the hell out of here.”

“We’re not leaving with out you.” Yelled the woman back.


The prince was mopping the floor with Raditz and she couldn’t do a fucking thing about it. Celipa and Mousroum were carrying the few things they could manage to steal, mostly all were in Madrani, she doubted the alien woman could even read it, but they couldn’t leave empty handed. As if that wasn’t enough shit, the prince was here. Raditz had said not to let Vegeta Ouji know who they were. But if they didn’t Raditz would get seriously hurt. She could see that the prince was playing with him, as if enjoying the torture. No... This couldn’t go on much longer, she needed to do something and fast. Mousroum kept staring at it hypnotized, so he was out... it all came down to her.


Fuck! I cannot take much more of this! Thought Raditz as he yelled at the other two, who currently were just fucking standing there! He knew he couldn’t go head to head with the prince; he thanked the Gods the prince seemed worn out, and not too into the fight, otherwise he’d be dead. All he to do needed to do was buy them some time to run, but the fucking morons weren’t moving.

“Get the fuck out of here!!” he yelled one last time as Vegeta give him an upper cut that nearly broke his neck... braking his armor instead.

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Celipa decided to take a gamble, that last command from their leader sounded pretty weak. She charged her Ki enough to give the prince of all her people a huge migraine if anything else. She shot it and from there everything went in slow motion, she caught the prince unawares in the back of the head making him loose his balance. Raditz came from the other side of hal hall so fast she couldn’t even see him, grabbed her by the waist and shot a hole through the ceiling; she didn’t even know if Mousroum was following them. Raditz let her go when they made it out of the lab to fly on her own, she did see Mousroum then, she also saw a very pissed Vegeta no Ouji come out from the same hole they did, turning in the air looking for them.

They had already lowered themselves to the ground, hiding in a ruined city, Ki masked thanks to the simulators. The prince gave up after a few minutes and slowly descended back to the lab.

“What the fuck was that about!?” Raditz said turning to her, “I gave you an order…both of you,” He got up and started pacing desperately, “Do you know how close that was?!”

“I’m sorry…” muted Mousroum; “I’ve just never seen Vegeta Ouji fight before…it was awesome” He ended, eyes glittering.

“Yeah that’s why you almost got the commander killed, you fool!!” Celipa snapped smacking him in the head

“Enough the both of you!!” Raditopptopped pacing, “When I give you an order you follow it, no matter what.”

“But Raditz…” sighted Celipa.

“I said enough! Let’s get the ship and get out of here.”


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Vegeta slowly descended to where the fight had taken place damn he lost them. How the hell was he going to explain this to Freeza?
He paused looking around, he was sure he saw something fall from the Madranijin warrior. He would have to add in his report that they apparently had strong warriors. How humiliating, he’d gotten cheated out of fights twice this day, first by Ginyu and them by that Madranijin woman. Fuck! He cursed his luck as he tripped over something.
He looked down, and had to look again, for he couldn’t believe what was in front of him… a piece of armor…Saiyan armor.


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The pain was all she could focus on as they rushed her to the med. Center. Her screams nguinguish had soon turned to screams of physical pain as her water broke and the first signs of labor began... Right in front of the King of Vegeta-sei and his guard.
Now as Chivaa held her hand and a hundred other voices surrounded her, it downed on her that the two most important men in her life might be dead.

“Hold on Bulma everything will be fine” came her friend’s voice, “I’m with you.”

“Chivaa…” she trailed weakly, “If I die…please take care of my baby.”

“Don’t talk like that, you are strong…there is nothing you can’t do.” Chivaa’s held on her hand tighter.

“It hurts so much…I can’t take it.”

“Yes you can.” One of the doctors pushed Chivaa aside roughly, telling her the area was off limits. Bulma’s eyes widened from fear to lose the only person left in this whole miserable planet that cared about her stripped away. Chivaa ran to her side fixing a look to the doctor that would scare anyone out of their wits and simply said:

“I am Chivaaxt Qxt Queen to Vegeta-sei, if you do not let me in there I will make sure you are dead by tomorrow’s sunset.” The doctor fixed her a stern gaze and mumbled:

“Do as you will.”

They came into a sterile room where more people were already waiting for them, promptly strapping her to various devises and machines. An alien birthing was not a common sight on Vegeta-sei. Since slaves and aliens were not allowed to procreate, her personal situation was very much anticipated by the medical staff.


Pain and more pain was all she could feel, her throat slowly stripping raw from screaming, the hours never seemed to end. Chivaa was still holding her hand, wiping her forehead, speaking softly reassuring her… she couldn’t hear her anymore though, but it comforted her just to know she was there.


“Any word from them?” Bulma whispered.

“Don’t worry about that now, just stay strong.” Answered Chivaa surprised her friend could even form coherent thought.

“No word huh?”

“No”

“Am I going to die?”

“Of course not, you’ll live for your child and for Vegeta when he comes back.” Bulma’s eyes filled with tears, not from pain, but from relief, Relief that her friend didn’t hate her for loving Vegeta-sei’s next King, the tall woman’s future mate.

“You…knew?” her voice so raw and weak that Chivaa had to put her ear next to Bulma’s lips just to make out the words.

“Always…you could never fool me,” Her friend’s bright smile brought brand new tears to her eyes.

“I guess this story won’t have a happy ending” Bulma’s breath was becoming shallow, as the contractions seemed to be mere secoaparapart.

“We don’t know what destiny has in store for us…we just have to live one day at a time.” The cool towel bringing little comfort

“I know what…Ahhhhahhhhhahhhhhh” her screams made everyone in the room turn her way. Pain took a whole new meaning.” Ahhhahhh I can’t take it anymore!!” Screacreamed as loud as she could

“Hold on Bulma…I’m right here.” Chivaa’s stroking became desperate, uncertain.

“Please move aside.” The same young doctor from before spoke tordsords, getting between her and her friend. “Now I need you to push as hard as you can.”

“I can’t…I can’t.” whispered words swallowed by screams.

“Yes you can, you have to. Let’s do it to the count…one…two…three push,” air leaving her lungs, white flashes clouded her vision as the force of the push and the pain became one. “Good, again…one…two…three.” Chivaa was counting with him and everyone else as well, as if cheering. This seemed to go on for hours.

“Get the regen tank ready, I can see the head.” Someone said, she couldn’t even tell anymore.

“One more time Bulma,” the voice said, “one really big this time.” A feral roar was her motivation, pain as no other coursed through her body, pressure that threatene tea tear her weakened body apart, followed by the relief of painless oblivion. She could hear everyone cheering and laughing, mumbling incoherently, and in the distance, a song, a beautiful song… The sound of a child crying... her child

A smile graced her face and darkness took over.


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Raditz flew as fast as he could after exiting the regen tank. The prince beating and the King’s immediately following his arrival prevented him from seeing her sooner. His heart was feeling heavy and guilty from worrying her, for not being there when the child was born. He entered the room to see her pale countenance lying on the bed, pale, hands on either side of her still body.

“She will be fine,” Chivaa informed him softly, she was sitting on a chair at the end of the bed, never remembering seeing his usually cool and controlled face look this worried.

“When?” He asked.

“Yeday,day, after watching the attack in Madran, The doctor said it was shock that triggerer lar labor.”

“Was it hard?”

“She is a very strong woman Raditz. You should have more faith in her.”

“I do…I just wish I could have been here.”

“I know she wished that too.” He looked at her then, suddenly not finding her attractive at all, wanting for her to leave him alone with Bulma.

“And the child?” Chivaa pointed to a crib to which he walked to, a smile spreading across his face, mirrored by the tiny creature. A guard knocked, popping his head in informing Chivaa of a receiving transmission fror far father.

“I’ll leave her to you, unless you are tired, I could stick around until you are rested.”

“No…I am fine thanks. I’ll stay with her.” He responded pulling a chair and sitting next to his woman, taking one of her hands into his.

“Call me if anything…” with this Chivaa left the room.

“Raditz…” Bulma’s weak voice brought relief like he’s never felt before.

“Don’t speak,” he patted her hand, “rest, we’ll talk later.”

“Is Vegeta all right?” his heart sank.

“I do not know.” The ache too deep

“At least you are safe and here with me,” her weak voice taking more volume, more feeling, “I was so scared, you didn’t contacted tho thought…I thought you were…”

“Shh, I said don’t talk,” never had he someone waiting for him before, it felt… nice.
Taking her dry mouth in a deep kiss he whispered’

“He’s beautiful…what’s his name?”

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“Goookuuuuuu!!” Chivaa flew to the ship, only to be caught by her father.

“Easy there, he’s still hurt. Bulma equipped us with everything but a regen tank,” Toma paused looking around, “By the way where is Bulma?” He let his daughter go.

“She’ still unconscious, she had her child yesterday.” She rasped trying to get past her father and into the ship.

“No shit, that was so fast…so?”

“Is a boy, a healthy boy.” Chivaa’s face changed of that of relief as she saw Bardock walking down the ramp carrying the unconscious body of Goku over his shoulder.

‘Wow that’s a surprise!” Exclaimed Toma.

“What is?” asked Bardock very casually.

“Bulma had her brat yesterday.” Toma informed him.

“Really... doesn’t that seem fast?”

“Excuse meuldnuldn’t you take him to Med base?” Chivaa interrupted.

“Nah, this brat is stronger than he looks all he needs is a regen tank,” the scarred Saiyan said while brushing his youngest spikes, Chivaa pursed her lips forcing a fake smile.

“What about Vegeta- Sama?” she continued changing the subject.

“Last I saw him he was thrown to the ground by Ginyu.”

“Do you think he’s…?” She didn’t even want to finish the question.

“Hell no!” Her father exclaimed, it takes a lot more to get rid of that hotheaded brat.”

“What about Raditz?” Bardock added

“He came back this morning, after getting it from the king for proceeding with his mission without contacting us he went to see Bulma, he’s with her now,” she answered him, “Please take him to a regen tank now.”

“Fine girl! I’ll do that before you beat me up.” The older man chuckled, walking away with his son

“Where are you taking him?” she stopped him.

“To my place I got a regen tank there.” He kept on walking.

“I’ll go with, th, the king is expecting your report and Goku needs someone to look after him.” She started walking after Bardock without waiting for a reply.

“Shouldn’t you be with Bulma?” Her father interjected.

“She’s fine, Raditz is with her.”


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Two and half hours later, she sat in the darkness waiting for the body of the one she loved to heal, the soft bluish hue of the tank was the only light in the room. She watched as his hair floated, his chest heaved in respiration. She almost didn’t noticed the ending sequence or the tank emptying until Goku opened his eyes and stared right into her own black orbs. Recognition was instantaneous; He smiled weakly, faintly at first then broader and broader until it became an ear-to-ear smile.
Chivaa helped him out of the tank trying her best to ignore his nakedness and closeness.

“My lady…” a rush of air from his lungs formed the words.

“Chivaa... call me Chivaa” She said sternly.

“Uh…Chivaa, Why am I here?” He looked around confused, heat graced his face as he realized he was naked.

“Your father brought you after Vegeta Ouji knocked you out.”

“Is he here too?”

“No…we don’t know what happened to him, after you got knocked down Cptn. Ginyu appeared and threw him to the ground, after that he never showed up on the monitors again,” she paused giving him time to process the information, “ We assume he went back with Freeza’s fleet.”

“I gotta go back, I can’t leave him alone. Who knows what the lizard will do to him.” He tried t walk past Chivaa, almost falling on top of her, still weakened from his previous injuries.

“Please…you have to rest.” She caught him trying to guide him into the bedroom.

“I have to go back.” He said more to himself that anything else.

“I think you are the only person who would venture back there willingly.” She joked around to lightened the mood.

“I don’t want to…but he needs me.”

“He doesn’t need you this weak,” they got to the bedroom and he fell heavily on the bed taking her with him, “rest up and then we’ll see.” She added not moving to get off of him.

Goku cupped her face looking into her eyes for a long moment, she didn’t even breathe, lest the spell be broken snapping him out of it.

“I missed you so much,” he whispered after a long while, “I thought of you day and night…you were the only thing holding me together,” He breathed her scent deeply, “that’s why I have to go back…Vegeta doesn’t have that.” Her heart leaped with joy as the words sink in.

“He’s got Bulma,” she breathed back in argument, knowing full well the battle was lost.

Something snapped in her, forfeiting, purpose and reason, leaving only the desire that had taken over her all those months ago. Her mouth locked with his, to her surprise he did not pull away but wrapped one arm around her waist and the other still cupping her face. They kissed for a long time, all the months of dreaming, imagining, wanting came back to catch up with them. He shifted putting himself on top pulling his mouth away to start a trail of kisses to every part of her face, neck, to nibble her earlobe. Suddenly out of breath he got up and leaped to the other side of the room.

“I-I m sorry,” he slurred, “I didn’t meant to…I’m sorry.” He repeated... defeated.

“Why?” She sat dazed from the kiss on the edge of the bed; “I started it, if anything I should be sorry…I’m not.” Her eyes locked to his, desire all over them.

“But Vegeta…” he whispered

“He cares for me as much as he cares for the whores in his harem.” Don’Don’t say that, he does care.”

“How so Kakarotto?” he cringed at the sound of his real name back on her lips. “Has he mentioned me, has he said that he wants me, that he cannot live without me?” His silence answer enough, “I thought so.” She ended walking across the room to stand in front of him, putting her arms around his waist she husked.

“Tell me you don’t want this and I will go.” Goku looked into her eyes, his mouth locking to hers once more, this time it was he who led her to the bed, their eyes never leaving each other’s, staring into their very souls.

His hands moved all over her body, fumbling with her robes. Taking back control she took the annoying obstacles off, they kiss and explored every part of their bodies.
She held on to him for dear life, he did the s eac each of them fighting over for dominance, neither one backing down. Nothing could prepare her for this moment, his warm body, hard muscles over hot flesh; sheld hld hardly believe this was happening. His mouth descended on her breast, teasing, flicking his tongue over and around the nipple, his other hand running up and down her thigh, squeezing the skin near her core tenderly. Her own hands tracing the lines of the hard muscles of his back, thighs, and abs…this was bliss.

“I never though it would be like this.” He breathed coming back to her mouth. Chivaa pushed him off and straddle his lower legs.

“Like how…” she said teasingly bringing her mouth to Goku’s hard erection, flicking her tongue over its head a few times, “like this?” her eyes locking with his wide with shock and full of lust ones, cheeks red.
She smirked and brought her mouth to the object of her long awaited desire; this time the mouth came down taking the whole of his shaft in. getting a deep throated moan from him as his hips rocked in time with her, the moans soon became a soft purr.

“Chivaa” he chocked, threading his fingers though her hair, hips buckling desperately striving to reach a heaven not far out of reach…not yet, her mouth left his throbbing member making him whimper in protest.

“Close your eyes.” Husked words invaded his senses; a loud moan left his throat as he felt her sit on him.

“Oh God!! Chivaa” He was almost out of breath, purring loudly, head shaking from side to side desperately as the rippling pleasure coursed through his very being. He opened his eyes and fixed them to hers.

“I love you.” He mouthed as he felt her barrier give; his hands came to hold her hips, his tail wrapped around her waist, the tip of it stocking her clit.

“I love you too.” She mouthed back starting to rock up and down. Sensations deep and exhilarating, moans and heavy breathing the only sounds in the world for the two lovers
“Chivaa!!!” Goku screamed bringing up the pace, his tail constricting and loosening around her waist frantically, the tip working at her core desperately.

“Yes…yes…” she breathed rocking faster, harder, a scream of pure ecstasy soon followed shortly behind in time with the explosion inside her body.

His face flushed, her muscles tightening around him, the mix of pleasure and pain took him to heaven and hell and them back again. She collapsed on top of him, smiles wide on their faces.

“Did you mean it?” She finally asked.

“Yes,” he said simply “I love you.”

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They came into the room. Raditz was sitting on a chair next to the bed, his head on the woman’s lap. She was asleep.

“How is she doing?” Chivaa asked, Raditz looked up and fixed his gaze on his brother.

“I’m glad you’re back,” he said to Kakarotto ignoring the smell of sex... not caring anymore, “she is well.”

“And the baby?”

Raditz nodded to a crib on the other side of the bed. Goku walked to it and looked at the small creature staring right back at him, soft lavender hair, eyes as blue as his mother’s.

“What’s his name?” He asked in amazement, he’d never seen a child this small, his brother must be very proud. Other than the color of his hair and eyes he looked every bit a Saiyan, from the tiny tail swaying lazily, down to the scrawl…the scrawl?

“Trunks,” Raditz answered, “his name is Trunks.”

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A/N: Well there you have it, hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it

Next Chapter: I will keep it as a surprise… so stay tuned. Ya ne!!!