Vegeta stares at Bulma as she slept. She was so beautiful... He reaches over, his fingers gently dragging along her smooth skin, traveling down her back and to her hip. He lowers his head, the blankest resting in a twisted mass around their feet. He hesitates, noticing a round mark just about her tail bone. He studies it quizically, squinting his eyes a little. He extents his arm to her backside, his fingers hovering about the discolored spot, realizing that she'd not only wished to age like a saiyan. She'd made herself one as well and had removed her tail so as not to be questioned about it. He smirks, the woman was a tricky one, but still no match for the likes of himself. She was definitely a keeper. All those years ago; he'd made a good choice.<br>He turns his head, scanning the room in which he'd be living in with her and notices that not much had changed over the years... As his eyes wandered over the bedside table he notices a few pictures... the ones she'd taken of him when they were young. He cannot help but to suppress his sudden laughter at the way he looked and acted. He was so thin and weak back then unlike the well developed man he'd become today.<br>"I wonder what my parents will think whne they realize that I have been mated to the prince of saiyans for all these years?," Bulma whispers.<br>Vegeta glances at her, his dark eyes shinning in the pale light of the morning sun's rays. "It does not matter what they think," He replies.<br>Bulma smiles, running her fingers along his jaw line. "You were so cute back then.."<br>"And what am I now?," Vegeta asks with a rise of his eyebrow.<br>"Your are by far the most handsomest man I've ever seen," Bulma answers with a giggle. "I suppose you have discovered my dirty little seacret neh?"<br>"Of course," Vegeta purrs as he nibbles her fingertips. "I like it. Last night was one that I'll never forget. Oh, and I do know of the reason you removed your tail. It is the moon...No?"<br>Bulma nods.<br>"I will teach you if you grow it back."<br>"I was afraid you were going to say that," Bulma replies. She sits up suddenly, embracing him tightly. "Oh Vegeta, I have missed you so much. Your finally here to stay."<br>"As I have as well," He purrs.<br><font color=blue>~~~~~Almost a year passes~~~~~</font><br>Vegeta sighs, holding the small thing in his arms as he sat on the cliff, watching as the sun kissed the horizon. He'd been training endlessly, preparing for Freiza's return. He knows that without a doubt that the upcoming battle would be the hardest he'd ever fought in all his life, but he wasn't alone. Not anymore...<br>He closes his eyes, knowing that meeting Bulma had been the only that had kept him going when they were separated. The corner of his lips turn up into a smile as his index finger is ceased by a little fist with strength that only a saiyan could possess. He looks down at his son, the new heir to the saiyan race, his little prince whom had taken his place and sired him as King. After a moment, he rises to his feet, the sky turning the the brightest of orange. "I suppose you want to know how your mother and I met neh little one? Well Trunks, it all stared when I left Vegetasei for Earth and I was seventeen years old....<br><font color=blue><center>The End<br><br><br>Author Vege_Chan - "awww, wasn't that a good story? This one is by far the most popular and best written of all my stories. I'm glad you all liked it so much."