Separated From One Another

Chapter Twenty-four: Androids

After nearly three years of training, it was finally time for the Androids to show up, anxiety flooded your systems. The three years did not seem like nearly enough time, your ki had been acting weird the whole time. Which was only made worse after the whole thing with Cooler. It was rare for you to be able to get it to work properly at all now; Bulma hypothesised that it had something to do with the chip in your neck.

You were with Bulma on your way to the meet up site, Trunks babbling in the backseat. The costal city she drove through was nice, nothing like Capsule City, which was a good change of pace. Thankfully your anxiety was managable at the moment, you pointed Bulma in the right direction. Feeling several higher power levels atop a small mountain at the edge of the city.

Bulma flew the car up and parked on the ledge where several of Goku's friends were already waiting. You hopped out of the car and got Trunks out of his car seat, Yamcha was staring but he did not say anything. Bulma prepped a bottle and took Trunks from you so she could feed him.

"So what's with the kid?"

Bulma looked up at Yamcha, "I found someone that I liked, this bundle of joy was the happy acciedent."

"Oh drats," Trunks spit out the bottle and threw up on Bulma; she wiped the throw up from Trunks lip, "Hold him for me."

Bulma passed Trunks over to you so she could get a clean jacket. You held Turnks close to your chest, he squirmed trying to get to his mom. Trunks was smaller than a regular baby his age was supposed to be, which you guessed to be because of his Saiyan DNA.

"Baba, Ma," Trunks cooed, he had a vice grip on your shirt.

"Ma has to do something, she'll give you attention in a little bit."

"Baba," Trunks whined, repeating your nickname over and over.

"Wow I did not take you for the parental type," Yamcha muttered, "You and Bulma..."

Your face heated up, "Trunks isn't mine!" Raised your hand to your hair, spiking it up in a familiar fashion.

"HIM?!" Yamcha whirled on Bulma, "You slept with Vegeta?!"

"Better than a cheating, manwhore," You muttered.

Bulma quickly interveneed, "Let's focus on the androids, not my love life."

Yamcha dropped the topic as the rest of the group showed up, "Looks like the cavalry has arrived."

You had not seen Gohan or Goku since the whole Cooler incident a few months ago; heat rushed up your nape at the thought of calling Goku "dad." You brushed it off when everyone stared at the baby in your arms.

Gohan broke the silence first, "What the—"

Bulma took Trunks out of your arms, "Wow Gohan you've gotten so big since I last saw you."

"Not to be rude or anything—but whose idea was it for you to be here?" Goku asked, staring at Bulma.

She laughed, bouncing Trunks gently, "No, I'm just observing, once I've had a good look at the androids we'll be on our way."

"She wouldn't listen to me when I told her to stay home," You snarked, she punched you in the arm.

Krillin piped up, "I'm more interested in the...cute thing in your arms."

Gohan looked at Yamcha, "So you and Bulma got married?"

"Kid is not mine," Yamcha's expression soured, "We broke up a while ago... ask her who the papa is—you won't believe it."

Goku leaned forward smiling at Trunks, "Vegeta is your papa isn't he, Trunks."

You blinked, you had not told anyone about that, sure you told Chi-chi about Trunks but not Vegeta.