One - Written by PhantomScribe72

Epilogue

Vegeta sat with his back against the tree and watched the people milling around about the yard. Chi Chi had invited everyone to a picnic, and somehow, he'd let Bulma twist his arm into coming. He smirked as he remembered how she'd pleaded with him to come. He really didn't hate these things as much as he let Bulma believe. He had actually enjoyed himself a little today. He'd beaten the crap out of Gohan in a sparing mach, then fought Goku to an exhaustive tie. Then, he sat back and watched with unrestrained pride as Trunks pounded the snot out of Goten. Yes, it had been a quite productive day. He was almost glad he'd come...but he wasn't about to let Bulma know that.

The sound of her sweet laughter caught his attention and he turned his head so that he could watch her. She was sitting on a blanket, surrounded by Chi Chi, 18, and Videl. He couldn't hear what they were talking about, but he could guess that it had something to do with their men. Vegeta rolled his eyes as he watched Yamcha approach the women, bending to kiss Bulma on the cheek. It figures, Vegeta thought to himself, that the weakling would seek out the women to keep him company. He spotted Piccolo sitting a few feet away from the blanket, seemingly lost in mediation. At least he's being quiet...Vegeta was eternally grateful for that.

Vegeta turned his head and saw Goku and Gohan running around in circles, letting Pan and Bra chase them. Vegeta smiled as he watched his three-year-old daughter laugh as she caught Gohan. Bra had become the light of his life. He let her get away with murder and spoiled her rotten...when no one else was around to see it.

Vegeta saw two shadows approaching him from behind. He sighed deeply, knowing exactly who it was that had dared to disturb his solitude.

“What do you two want?” he snapped as Trunks and Goten walked in front of him, blocking his view of his daughter.

“Dad,” Trunks said, trying to choose his words carefully, “there's a party in town we want to go to.”

“So?” Vegeta snarled.

“Well. Can we go?” Trunks asked.

“What did your mother say?” Vegeta demanded.

“She said to ask you,” Trunks said, keeping his eyes on the ground.

“You know the only reason she told you to ask me is because she thought I'd say no,” Vegeta smirked.

“Yeah,” Trunks said, glancing over at his mother. He shuddered as he saw Bulma and Chi Chi watching him with amusement. “But I was kinda hoping she was wrong.” When Vegeta didn't reply, Trunks added sheepishly, “Come on Dad, you don't want her to think you're predictable do you?”

“You watch your mouth boy,” Vegeta warned.

“Let us go, Dad,” Trunks said with a mischievous grin. “If I have to stay here, I might slip up and tell Mom how the training bots in the gravity room got smashed to pieces.”

“You do,” Vegeta replied in a dangerous tone, “and I'll tell her how her car really got dented.”

Trunks visibly paled. “Don't do that, Dad. We both know that when she threatens you with the couch, it's an empty threat, but when she threatens to ground me for life, she's serious as a heart attack.”

“You started it,” Vegeta said triumphantly.

“Please, Dad,” Trunks pleaded. “It's just a party.”

Vegeta frowned. Trunks was right, he didn't want Bulma to think that she knew him well enough to predict what he would always do. On the other hand, he also didn't want Trunks to think that he could control him either. Vegeta looked around the crowd and smiled evilly as solution presented itself.

“You may go,” he said quietly. “But you must take the girl with you.”

Trunks and Goten both groaned out loud when they saw who Vegeta was looking at.

“You can't be serious,” Trunks moaned. “How are we supposed to get any girls with Marron tagging along behind us.”

“That's not my problem,” Vegeta said with a grin. “That's the deal, either you take her or you don't go at all.”

Trunks would have protested further, but Goten grabbed his arm. “Let's just go ask her,” Goten whispered. “There's no way Krillin will let her go anywhere with us.”

“You're right,” Trunks said, grinning broadly. “Thanks, Dad. See you later.”

Vegeta watched with amusement as trunks and Goten made their way over to Marron. They talked to her for a moment. Her face lit up like a Christmas tree and she ran over to speak her parents. Vegeta saw Krillin shake his head furiously, then he saw 18 wave her hand in the air and silence him. Vegeta laughed out loud as Marron walked back to the boys and linked her arms between them.

“Have fun, son,” Vegeta laughed as the trio strolled past him. Trunks clenched his jaw and rolled his eyes.

Vegeta finally quit laughing and turned his attention back to Bulma. She was looking at him with disbelieving eyes. He got up and strolled purposely to the picnic blanket. He reached down and jerked her up. “If you didn't want him to go,” Vegeta whispered in her ear, “you should have told him no yourself.”

Bulma raised her eyebrows at him but didn't reply. “Chi Chi,” she said calmly as she walked over to retrieve Bra from Goku, “thank you so much for the lovely day. I'm afraid that Vegeta and I need to get home. This little one needs a nap.”

“Thanks for coming,” Chi Chi said with a knowing grin.

“We had fun,” Bulma replied. “I'll call you tomorrow.”

Bulma and Vegeta were silent on the ride home. When Bulma parked the car in front of the house, Vegeta got out and unbuckled his sleeping daughter from her car seat. “I'll take her upstairs,” Bulma said, holding her arms out. Vegeta placed the child in his wife's arms and followed her into the house. Bulma carried Bra into the nursery, while Vegeta went into his and Bulma's room and laid down on the bed.

He considered his life and his family for a moment. He could still remember all of those long, tortuous ears spent in Freeza's control. He had once thought his destiny had been to become the strongest warrior in the universe so that he could destroy Freeza. He could also remember his anger and shame when Goku had killed Freeza and proven that he was much stronger than Vegeta had ever imagined. He remembered Cell, and Buu and he remembered the bitter taste of the defeats he had suffered at their hands. But each of these horrible memories was fading more and more, day by day. They were being replaced by sweet memories of Bulma and their children. Vegeta had finally accepted the fact that his destiny had been to find her love. Once, he wouldn't have thought it possible for him to be able to return that love, but now he realized that she was what made him a man. She was his one, true destiny.

His thoughts were interrupted by Bulma coming through the door and slamming it shut behind her. “You son-of-a-bitch!” she screamed. “I can't believe you let him traipse off to that party...and worse, you let him drag Marron along with him!”

“It didn't look to me like he had to drag her,” Vegeta smirked.

Bulma crossed her arms across her chest and looked at him with murder in her eyes. “You know,” she said menacingly, “I ought to make you sleep on the couch for a month for puling this stunt.”

Vegeta laughed at her threat. He reached up to grab her by the arms and pulled her down roughly on top of him. “We both know you won't do that,” he said as he licked her ear teasingly.

Bulma moaned involuntarily as his hands found her breasts. “You're awfully sure of yourself,” she said breathlessly.

“Why shouldn't I be?” Vegeta asked lustily as he pulled her clothes from her body. Bulma smiled sweetly and helped him take off his own clothes.

“There are other forms of punishment, you know,” she whispered as she bent to take his cock in her mouth.

“I'll worry about that later,” Vegeta ground out.

Vegeta lay tense with pleasure as she tortured him with her mouth. He watched her head bob up and down on him as she worked. He was just about to lose control when he felt her teeth bite down on him teasingly. Vegeta sucked in a deep breath and pulled her off him violently. His eyes narrowed as he saw her triumphant smile.

Vegeta threw her down on her back and crawled on top of her. He sucked at her nipples hungrily as she writhed beneath him. He kissed his way down her body, using his hands to spread her thighs apart. He dropped his head between her legs and ate her out roughly. He nipped at her clit with his teeth, causing her to cum in his mouth. He smirked against he her skin and lifted his head. He rolled over onto his back, pulling her with him so that she lay on top of his chest. He entered her without warning, causing Bulma to scream his name in surprise and pleasure. He thrust in and out of her over and over again until they both exploded in pleasure.

After their breathing had returned to normal, Bulma kissed him gently on the cheek. “That was incredible,” she sighed, “but then again, it always is.”

Vegeta smiled and stroked her hair. She was right, even after all these years, the sex between them remained hot and wild. Instead of decreasing, his desire for her had increased significantly over the years. Bulma sighed contentedly and buried her head in his chest. He felt her breathing become even as she drifted to sleep. When he was sure she was asleep, he kissed her gently on the forehead.

“I love you, Bulma,” he whispered.

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