*Bonus Chapter*

Trunks stared back into the angry eyes that reflected his own as he mirrored his father's scowl. He took a few deep breaths as he prepared to let out another angry wail for his mother to come rescue him from the almost stranger he was left alone with when Vegeta deepened his scowl, quickly surmising the child's intent.

"You will not scream for your mother, do I make myself clear?" he firmly told his son. Trunk's lower lip wobbled though he seemingly did as he was told and did not shriek. It had been Bulma's idea to leave the two Saiyan Prince's alone for a few hours together to encourage some bonding after she realized that Trunks still cried every time Vegeta attempted to come within ten feet of him. She had been very thorough before she left for her spa appointment – diapers, enough bottles to feet an entire daycare, more toys that could be counted in an hour and most importantly, the all holy blanket Trunks had recently decided must be attached to him at all times. She had promised to only be gone for a few hours, and to bring home a treat for the boys if they managed to survive the time together.

Trunks eyed the little blanket that now sat on the floor out of reach; discarded immediately after his mother had shut the door behind her like it were trash, before focusing on his father with a hate filled glare as he again kicked his legs ferociously to be put down. Vegeta ignored the little prince's demands as he held him by the back of his shirt at eye level.

"You are too dependent on that rag." He told the baby once more. "You are almost at your first birthday and must learn to survive without material possessions." Trunks glanced longingly towards his favorite blanket again and let out a deep sigh. "A warrior does not get the luxury of bringing his favorite items with him to battle. I will not let you grow soft and weak in this time of peace boy. Your future counterpart was strong and brave…you will be too."

Vegeta kept his son at an arm's length distance as they started walking to the Gravity Room. Trunks attention immediately shifted to their newest destination with avid interest. He had never been allowed near this room before, his mother always cutting him off before he got too close. Shrieking about the dangers inside and whisking him away before he could find out what exactly made it so dangerous.

He flapped his arms excitedly when Vegeta pressed the open button and walked them into the dark room. With a not so graceful thud, he set Trunks down abruptly on the cold steel floor and walked briskly to the controls. Trunks sat himself up to watch his father curiously as he began fiddling with different knobs and controls, a blinking red "10G" lighting up the room until several more lights began flickering on. His curiosity over ruling his earlier anger he started crawling towards the older Saiyan as a gentle hum filled his ears. Without warning he felt his arms give way as he fell face first onto the floor, the sudden increase of pressure pushing him down against his will.

He burst into tears as his little nose smooshed into the floor and he found it impossible to get back up on his own.

"Sit up Trunks." His father firmly commanded as he folded his arms and regarded the struggling child. Trunks whined and Vegeta knew the tears would soon follow. The baby struggled, trying to flail his little arms and roll over onto his back with no success. He waited impatiently for someone to come help him… if only his mother hadn't left him alone!

"Trunks, sit up now." Vegeta commanded a bit more sternly. "Crying will not help you in this situation; your mother is not here to help you. It serves no purpose. You must do this on your own - Sit up."

Trunks frowned into the floor, refusing to do as he was told by this man he barely knew.

"Stubborn little brat…" Vegeta muttered before taking a few steps towards his fallen son and kneeling on the floor next to him. "You are a Saiyan Prince. You are one of the last of a warrior race – strongest in the universe. But most importantly…you are my son. You are not a quitter. You are not weak. The gravity you're in now is that which all our people are born into. Saiyans are born into this. If you cannot even withstand this gravity at a year old how can you be expected to carry on our heritage with honor? Now SIT – UP."

Trunks huffed. Trunks growled. Trunks stubbornly put his little fists on the floor and PUSHED.

Slowly…shakily…he raised himself up inch by inch. Tiny drops of sweat beaded under his little kitten hat as his face scrunched up in fierce concentration. He wanted to cry, but instead channeled the energy into getting himself back up onto his knees, raising his little head he glared up at his father and was met with a prompting gaze to continue. He exhaled sharply twice before feeling confident enough that he could hold himself up in the crawling position as before and then purposefully pushed himself onto his legs until he stood on his own. Looking up he scrunched his face up into a frown, concentrating very hard on not falling over.

Vegeta looked down at his stubborn, prideful little son in front of him and for the first time, smirked at the boy with an approving nod.

"That's my boy."

A new feeling warmed the child's little heart. Pride. Trunks smirked back.

Bulma glanced at her watch for the twelfth time as she sped down the highway back to her house. She had been able to relax for a total of fifteen minutes once she got to the spa before the paranoia sunk in. What if Trunks fell and cut himself? Vegeta wouldn't know where the bandages were! What if he wasn't paying attention and Trunks got into the medicine cabinet? Child proof locks did nothing to prevent the demi Saiyan child from tearing through them as if they were putty. He could have swallowed an entire bottle of aspirin by now! Or what if Vegeta decided he wasn't cut out to watch the baby and just left?!

She sighed as she rubbed her still tired eyes. She had really been looking forward to relaxing a bit, ever since the cell games she hadn't been able to sleep deeply anymore. Consumed with nightmares that left her heart pounding and shaking until Vegeta would wake her, pull her close and demand she acknowledge that she was safe. Safe in the world, Safe in her house, safe in his arms.

She had tried to give them the benefit of the doubt, forcing herself to stay out for the entire massage. But after an hour she couldn't stand it anymore and skipped her hair appointment in favor of racing home. As she pulled into the driveway her eyes landed on something she never expected to see.

Vegeta hovered over the ground, flying in slow, lazy circles and figure eights barely three feet off the ground, little trunks dangling from his outstretched hands in a horizontal position mirroring his father. Giggles erupted from the little boy as he held his arms firmly against his side, marveling in the fact that he was, in fact, flying.

Bulma quietly got out of her car, afraid to interrupt the moment as she watched them together and smiled. She'd known she was right to leave them alone for a few hours! All they needed was some time to get used to each other.

"You're back earlier than I expected" Vegeta muttered not bothering to look in her direction as he continued his flight pattern. Trunks cooed in his hands and stretched out his little arms, wanting to go faster.

"I just missed my guys, that's all." She lied, tucking a few strands of loose hair behind her ear.

"Hn. Well, we didn't miss you at all." He shot her a look from the corner of his eye and grinned. "Did we Trunks." Trunks babbled loudly.

"I can see that! Well, if I'm so unappreciated maybe I'll just go away for an entire weekend next time and leave your royal highness's to yourselves!"

Vegeta promptly dropped Trunks earning a scream from Bulma as she watched her baby fall – and gracefully land on his feet. Vegeta landed behind the baby and smirked at his woman's look of terror.

"Vegeta! You can't just drop him like that! What if he landed wrong and broke his neck!?"

"Then he will heal and learn to land on his feet." Trunks laughed as he quickly scrambled over to his mother and asked to be picked up. "He wants the treat you have in your pocket." Vegeta stated as he walked to join his family.

"How did you – oh, right. Saiyan noses." She shook her head as she dug in her pocked to pull out the cup of cotton candy she'd been saving. "Hey – where's his blanket?" she whispered as Trunks happily shoved the air treat into his mouth.

"The child has no need for rags anymore. He will be a warrior as is in his blood. I've decided to start training him." Bulma raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"You're going to train him? Isn't he… a bit young?" at this Trunks scowled up at his mother and grunted earning a chuckle from Vegeta.

"It would seem the brat is ok with it if his mother will spare him for a few hours a day." Bulma could feel the tension disappear between her two males and smiled widely. Yes, she'd been very right to leave them alone for a bit.

"Only if his father can promise to be very gentle with my sweet baby boy." She said as she kissed the top of her sons head.

"Woman, you of all people should know just how gentle I can be." He smirked with a wicked gleam in his eye that sent a shiver through Bulma's body. "Now, I believe you had promised both of us boys a treat upon your arrival?" he took another step towards her and wrapped his arm around her free waist, letting his hand drop down and squeeze.

"I did, didn't I… well, your highness…your treat will be waiting in our bedroom once Trunks goes down for his nap." Leaning forward she kissed him softly, leaving the Prince wanting more of his blue haired beauty. A sudden vibration from Bulma's purse brought the flirting the a halt as she shoved her hand in her purse searching for her blasted cell phone while Trunks cooed and munched his snack, a large smile plastered on his little face. Finally pulling it free she glanced at the screen quickly before answering it.

"Hello?"

"Bulma? It's me – ChiChi. I…I think I'm pregnant"