Have I Told You Lately...
(Part 3)

The next morning would be the hardest morning that anyone had lived through. Vegita got up
early, as usual. He didn't train the whole day, he didn't want to train, but he didn't cry
either. He missed Bulma, who wouldn't? But he wouldn't let his emotions make him a weaker
person. He sat all day, right up into eight o'clock in the evening, telling what had
happened about Bulma, to every person he knew.
People, or friends as Bulma would call them, all crying, or confused or listening to
Vegita's tale surrounded the living room.
"Did she…say anything?" Chichi asked through tears. She knew this was prodding a little
bit too far, but she had to find out. Vegita nodded solemnly.
"What did she say?" Mrs. Briefs butted in the conversation. Vegita snarled.
"Nothing about you!" he growled at the guests, who backed away to give him some room.
Chichi walked up to him, and sat down in front of him.
"Now listen you…you idiot! So what if Bulma was your wife, good for you, and good for your
kids, but she's OUR friend too you know! We deserve a little respect to find out what her
last words were!" Chichi was turning beet red. She gritted her teeth. Vegita's eyes were
wide, but they quickly resumed their position of narrow slits. He took a deep breath.
"She…told me…" Vegita hesitated.
"Vegita…please…" there was a pleading cry to those around him. Vegita sighed.
"She told me to sing to her…" he finished the sentence. Chichi's eyes went wide.
"Did…you…sing?" she asked, not believing a man so powerful as Vegita would dare sing.
Vegita nodded again. Chichi touched his arm lightly.
"What did you sing?" she asked. Vegita looked in her red eyes, hesitating once again. He
gritted his teeth and was about to refuse, when he saw Bulma at the back of his head. She
smiled to him, and told him to go on.
"Have I told you…lately…that I love you…" Vegita began whispering the words, his voice
rising once in a while, "Have I told you…there's no one else…above you…" Vegita sung
softer now, adding tunes and notes to his harsh whisper, "You fill my heart with gladness…
take away all my sadness…ease my troubles…that's what you do…"
Vegita and all of the guests knew that he would never again sing the way he did for Bulma.
Chichi smiled through her tears. Vegita slowly stood up, and headed for the door.
"Vegita! Wait!" Chichi cried after him.
"NO! I'm leaving. I don't want to be around a couple useless people." Vegita's voice had
a bit of fear and revolt in it, but Chichi could tell he needed time alone. She watched
him walk out the door.
Vegita flew off toward a spot he came, to think. He smirked slightly when he saw it.
Flying down, he landed silently on a bed of moss. He looked around him.
Flowers, everywhere, the stars shined like polished crystals, and the ocean waves glimmered
and danced. Yes, the ocean, it was a fact that Vegita loved water, though he would never
admit it. Vegita sat down on the large rock he had conveniently placed before.
"Damnit…" his word rang through the small cove, until it hit the forest surrounding it. He
shook his head. He took a good look around, noting how beautiful the place seemed, and how
spectacular the place was in the shine of the moon. And I never thought to bring Bulma
here…Vegita thought.
A twig snapped behind Vegita. He didn't bother turning around. He knew who it was. A tiny
hand rested on his back.
"Daddy?" Trunks spoke softly in his father's ear.
"Go away brat!" Vegita hissed.
"But daddy…I was wondering…if you could come back home…" Trunks protested softly.
"That's none of your business! Go away!" Vegita could almost turn around and smack the
brat. But he stopped. He sighed and shook his head. He picked Trunks up carefully, and
placed the boy in his lap. He pointed out over the stars, and carefully named off a couple.
"What's that star daddy?" Trunks asked, pointing to a small star just above the trees.
Vegita looked up.
"That's the North Star." Vegita answered.
"Why is it north? Why not east?" Trunks asked, squirming to get more comfy in his father's
"It feels like it." Vegita answered. This shut Trunks up. Anything that confusing would.
He decided not to ask any more questions.
The sound of a step behind Vegita made him grab Trunks tightly and spin around. He came
face to face with Goku. Vegita growled.
"What do you want Kakarott…" Vegita hissed, his voice showed complete anger for the Saiyan.
Goku smiled, and sat down beside Vegita.
"Nothing." He answered. This irritated the Saiyan Prince more. Trunks crawled across to
Goku's lap. He played a little game with Goku, one that Vegita never understood.
He watched as they slapped each other's hands, saying strange words, like Taboo. Finally,
Goku slapped Trunks hand, when Trunks tried to pull it away.
Trunks screamed and giggled. Goku chuckled.
Suddenly, Vegita became jealous. Jealous of Goku. Not for his power, or for his training,
or anything, but on how Goku treated his children. Vegita watched, almost in awe, that his
son would tell this low class Saiyan about something he would never tell his own father.
And how Trunks took joy in playing with the low class.
Vegita gruffly stood up, and walked to the edge of the cliff, slightly embarrassed, but
angry. He stood at the very edge of the cliff, watching the ocean waves splash up against
the cliff. He drifted off into deep thought, not even noticing his son was calling for him
to play.
Meanwhile, Trunks and Goku were playing a game, which Vegita would never understand, not
even follow. The older Saiyan grinned and threw Trunks up in the air. Trunks screamed
shrilly, but was caught by Goku quickly. Trunks felt Goku's hand wrap around his legs. He
eyed the older Saiyan for a moment, before the world became a blur and Goku started to
spin the child around. Trunks grinned as much as he could, he smiled as he passed his
father, and winced when he got up close and personal with a tree branch.
As quickly as it started, the spinning stopped. Trunks was set down on the grass carefully.
The little Saiyan tried standing up. Looking around, he saw blurry patches of things, and
smiled slightly when he ran into Goku, wobbly. He wobbled around a little more, running
into a tree, and hanging onto it for support. He smiled again, a lopsided smile, that more
then likely resembled the Son smile, instead of Vegita's scowl.
"Still dizzy?" a voice entered Trunk's messed up thoughts. He shook his head when he meant
to nod. Goku smiled and picked Trunks up again. He grabbed his legs and spun him around a
couple more times.
Trunks smiled as he spun around and around, and came dangerously close to Vegita's back.
His eyes went wide as he realized that he was growing closer to Vegita each time. Suddenly,
Goku lost his footing, and sent Trunks flying in the direction of Vegita's back.
"Daddy!" Trunks screamed before hitting his father's back, hard.
Something hit Vegita's back and brought him to reality, the needle-like pain and sensation
that signaled a couple broken bones. He tried to step forward, looking for footing, but
suddenly fell, not remembering that he had been standing at the edge of the cliff.
Trunks looked up to see his father fall over the edge. Even thought the breath was knocked
out of him, Trunks crawled over and watched his father fall. He knew that if his father
was all right, he would stop in time and just scold his son. He looked below Vegita's
falling body, and saw every child's worst enemy, sharp, impaling rocks.
Vegita looked below him and grabbed his side. The breath was surely knocked out of him,
but that wasn't the problem. He looked down, and noted the rocks below. He could stop if
he really wanted to, but he more then likely didn't want to. He looked down and spread his
hands out, hoping to take the rocks full force. He smiled, an evil smile, but a full
smile at the least, and let himself fall.
"DADDY!" a cry pierced Vegita's ears. He thought of his son, what would his son do without
him? Anger rose in Vegita's mind. He's not my son anymore, I never paid attention to him,
its too late for me, Kakarott can take care of the brat, he's been taking care of him for
the past couple years anyway. Vegita thought bitterly. Then, as if Bulma had heard this,
she appeared in Vegita's mind. Vegita tried to shake his head and clear it, but finally
gave up. He looked out to see the rocks coming closer every second. He thought about Bulma
quickly. I'll join her, we'll live in peace, and we'll never be apart again. He thought to
himself, a smile spread across his face, his first real smile. He came closer and closer
to the rocks. Vegita let out one ear splitting scream before a bright light filled his
Trunks looked down to see his father brutally impaled on the rocks. He heard the sickening
crack. Trunks looked away.
"Daddy said he would never leave…" Trunks said quietly. He walked to Goku, tears running
down his face. Goku couldn't understand why Trunks was crying, he hadn't seen the suicide.
He smiled bravely and hugged Trunks. He stood up and grabbed his hand. They walked home
together, like Vegita would've.


Vegita opened his eyes. A bright light filled them, and he quickly shut them again. Yawning,
Vegita opened his eyes once again. He let them get used to the light and surroundings
before looking around. He smirked when he saw Trunks playing in the mud.
"Vegita! Do you hear me? Are you even listening?" Bulma cried in her husband's ear. Vegita's
head shot up and he scowled. Now he remembered why he had fallen asleep, he was listening
to another one of Bulma's stupid lectures on taking care of his kids and caring about his
"Woman…you need to sit back and shut up." Vegita growled. Bulma grabbed his hair and
pulled his head back.
I'LL HAVE TO BEAT IT IN THERE WITH A WOODEN SPOON!" Bulma screamed shrilly. Vegita's eyes
went wide. He groaned.
"Ok…Ok…" he gave up. No one has ever fought against one of Bulma's lectures…and lived. He
sat back to listen to the entire lecture once again, not hearing a single word.
He smirked. That woman is wasting her time…he thought. But that dream was probably some
kind of brain wave monitor or something that put all that stuff in my head.
Vegita scowled, he was confusing himself.
"You get that scowl off your face right now!" Bulma's voice broke through his thoughts.
Vegita rolled his eyes and sat silent. Vegita heard a couple words, like love, baby, home,
care, others, and three words that broke his heart: no more food. Vegita sat up quite
quickly. He stared at Bulma, a look of horror on his face.
"Yes, you heard me, no more food until you pay at least SOME attention to your family!"
she said. Vegita sighed and stood up.
"I'm not finished talking to you!" Bulma cried out, wondering where her husband was going
this time. Vegita walked over to Trunks and sat down in the mud.
"Hi daddy." Trunks smiled sweetly at his father. Vegita scowled back.
"What's that game you always wanted me to play?" he asked his son.
"Taboo…why, will you play with me?" Trunks asked eagerly. Vegita shrugged his shoulders.
"Ok! First, put your hand here, and then you slap my hand and…no! That's not it!" Trunks
talked his father through the game. Vegita did the wrong thing again. Vegita growled.
"What's the point of this?" Vegita asked.
"Well…if you move your hand away before I move my hand to hit your hand, then you win, but
if I move my hand and you don't move you hand, and I hit your hand, then you lose. And if
you move your hand to hit my hand, and I don't move my hand, and you hit my hand, that
makes you the winner. But if you move your hand to hit my hand, but I move my hand, and
you miss my hand and hit your own hand, that's makes you lose." Trunks said quickly, the
words flowed together. Vegita's eyes went wide.
He shook his head and let Trunks play with his hands a little longer before both of them
finally gave up.
"You confuse me too much…" Vegita said gruffly. Trunks grinned.
"Thank you." He answered. Vegita rolled his eyes and stood up. He walked back to his seat
and sat down. He looked up at Bulma with a smirk.
"How's that?" he asked. Bulma nodded, dumbfounded. Who would ever believe that the all
high and mighty Prince of Saiyans would EVER play a childish game? She thought.
"That was good…you know…for a…beginner…" Bulma said quietly. Vegita smirked.
"How many times I year do I have to do that?" he asked again.
"Oh…about once a day would be nice…" Bulma replied, still picturing Vegita dressed up, and
playing Barbie with Bra. She grinned.
"Every day…ugh…I'm not in the mood to argue right now woman…" Vegita grumbled, piercing
Bulma's thoughts. Bulma smiled seductively, and sat down in Vegita's lap. She laid her
head on his shoulder and stroked his cheek.
"Tell me…you've taken care of your son…what do you intend to do next?" Bulma asked, a
slight gleam in her eye. She grinned and snuggled closer to Vegita.
"Well?" she whispered in his ear.
"Eat." Vegita smirked. He picked Bulma up and dropped her in the chair. Turning around, he
walked toward the house, to the great disappointment of Bulma.
"You're never sleeping in the bed again!" she cried, shaking a fist at her husband.
"Oh…I have ways…" Vegita smirked and walked in the house. Bulma frowned. That man…I swear…
she shook her thoughts off, and walked in the house. To find Vegita devouring the entire
refrigerator, if not the ice box along with it. She sighed.
"Do you HAVE to eat so much?" she asked, annoyed. Vegita nodded, smirking.
"Do you HAVE to whine to much?" he asked. Bulma shook her head in disappointment. She
walked out the door. Sitting down on the first step, she saw Vegita join her, carrying the
biggest sandwich man kind could ever see. He downed it in one bite.
"I hope you choke…" Bulma grumbled. Vegita almost immediately started coughing. Then
"Sorry, out of luck there." He replied. Bulma groaned.
"Look." Vegita pointed at something. Bulma hesitated, but followed his finger. She smiled
warmly at the setting sun.
"Trunks." She called her son quickly. Trunks obediently walked to her.
"Yeah mom?" he asked, while playing with his thumbs, and tried to whistle, which only
resulted in Vegita getting mud on his face. Trunks winced and back away. Vegita shook his
"You got me dirty…" he said slowly. Trunks looked down.
"Sorry daddy…" he apologized quietly. Vegita smirked and pushed his son toward the house.
"Go inside, watch TV." He suggested. He turned back to Bulma and started wiping the mud off
of his face. Bulma stared at him suspiciously.
Suddenly, Bulma got up and tackled Vegita, pinning him to the ground. She looked him in
the eye.
"Hey!" Vegita started to protest, but Bulma stopped him.
"Ok…no funny stuff…what did you do to my husband and who are you." She eyed Vegita
"What the hell is wrong with you woman?" Vegita stared at her, a wild look in his eye.
"I'm serious…where is he?" she raised her hand to smack him.
"Bulma…are you…Ok?" Vegita looked at her, worried. She let her hand fall and was about to
smack him, when she found herself on the floor, pinned, her hand held tightly in Vegita's
hand. Bulma shook her head.
"No…you must have been drunk or something…" she thought out loud. Vegita stared at her for
a moment.
"What the hell…" he was confused.
"You didn't act like…Vegita would…"
"Oh…point? I change moods often…"
"No…I mean…you never…
"I never what?"
"You were never nice to Trunks…never treated him like that…"
"Change of heart."
"I don't know…"
"No…your right…I'm not that good of a father…"
"But Vegita…you're a great father…well…up to what my expectations are…"
"No…I'm not."
"You just need to show your emotions…"
"Like Kakarott…"
"What's this got to do with Kak…err…Goku?"
"See…now you've got me doing that 'Kakarott' business…"
"Get used to it…"
"Anyway…what's it got to do with Goku?"
"He's a better father…isn't he?"
"He's a good father…but…you're just fine for me…"
"He's a better father…because he lets his emotions out…but that makes him weak…"
"What? Weak? He's stro…"
"YES! I KNOW! I KNOW! Stronger than me…"
"Well…its true…" Bulma said quietly, laying a hand on Vegita's shoulder. Vegita growled at
the comment.
"But he isn't a true Saiyan…" Vegita started another conversation.
"What? He's an alien from another planet, the same planet your from, what the hell do you
mean he's not a Saiyan?"
"He's a Saiyan with a human mind and heart…caring for others…thinking of others…"
"What's the matter with that?"
"A true Saiyan only cares for himself, for his life, for nothing else…" Vegita looked down.
Bulma smiled.
"Does that make you a true Saiyan?" she asked, poking Vegita lightly. Vegita scowled and
stood up.
"End of conversation woman…" he growled. Bulma grinned. She had gotten to him. She stood
up and tugged on Vegita's arm. He turned around with a scowl on his face.
"What…" he stared at her coldly for the answer. She cuddled up to him.
"Nothing." She answered, this annoyed the Prince. He shook her off and walked in the house.
Vegita finished his shower and came out to find Bulma sitting on the couch, watching TV.
Vegita looked around a little.
"Where's that brat." He demanded. Bulma didn't look up.
"Went to sleep." She answered just as coldly. Vegita shrugged and glanced at the time. He
walked to the couch and plopped down by Bulma. Bulma put down her book and looked at Vegita
"Do you remember…when we got married?" she asked quietly. Vegita nodded.
"Remember…when you always took me to that special place?" she asked again. Vegita stayed
quiet for a moment, then nodded.
"Do you miss that?" she questioned Vegita once more. Vegita knew what she meant by this.
He smirked and stood up.
"Vegita?" Bulma called out his name, and started wondering if she had scared him away or
something, when Vegita held out his hand.
"Come on." He motioned for Bulma to come with him. Bulma hesitated, but took Vegita's hand.
Vegita picked her up and she was safe and secure in his arms in a matter of minutes. Vegita
smirked and walked out the door. He levitated, and flew off toward the direction of the
setting sun.
"Vegita…what about Trunks?" Bulma tried to think of a reason in which she could go back
home, but deep inside, she had missed these mysterious rides.
"Forget about that brat for a couple hours would you?" Vegita complained softly. Bulma
settled back and watched them fly for what seemed like eternity.
Vegita landed softly and silently on the mossy rock. He set Bulma down, then walked to the
edge of the cliff. He sat down and let his head hang. Bulma looked around, breathless. She
looked over the flowers and grassy meadow carefully, and looked up into the trees. She
turned around to see Vegita sitting at the edge of a cliff, the deep blue ocean stretched
out behind him. She walked to Vegita slowly. She touched his shoulder gently, startling
Vegita jumped. He turned to see Bulma's wide eyes watching him. He shook her hand off,
only to have it rest up there again. He looked back out over the ocean, studying the stars
overhead. Bulma crouched down by him, and wrapped a warm hand over his shoulder. They sat
in silence, watching the stars and the ocean together. Vegita broke the silence.
"No." he said simply. Bulma turned to him.
"Nani?" she looked at him suspiciously, almost thinking there was a magical explanation.
Vegita sighed and shook his furry mane.
"No…no it does not make it a true Saiyan." He said quietly, keeping his eyes away from
Bulma. Bulma looked at him.
"You care? About…me?" she asked, hesitating. Vegita nodded.
"Yes…are you happy? I care about you, happy?" Vegita hissed through clenched teeth. Bulma
"I knew that a long time ago…" she said. Vegita looked up at her.
"Humph…" he snorted. Bulma snuggled up to him, and ran a hand through his tough, but silky
hair. Vegita looked up at the stars again, not paying any attention to what Bulma was
doing. He looked up at the stars, over and over he ran his eyes over the crystal clear
stars. He shifted positions.

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