By StarbearerTM

Another What if A/U

Rating: PG13 for language and implied mature content. No lemon though, just a citrus twist.

Disclaimer: I don’t' own Dragon Ball Z, Toriyama does, and Funimation. I don't get rich or make any money, and this means no harm to the anime or manga. It is fanfiction.

Summary: If Trunks was conceived a little before his future self returned because Bulma and Vegeta mated and met on Namek as in the previous story? Also, suppose what may happen if when Future Trunks arrived, Goku did not come within the two to three hour time span? Who would be left to tell about the Androids? This is my take on a 'what-if". I'm not sure how far it will go, but it did intrigue me. A lot of the opening scenes are from the anime, so if you're bored with another rehashing, you can skip ahead. But there are minor differences, which become major if Vegeta and Bulma were having a relationship.

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Everyone had been wished back with the Earth Dragonballs. Namekians clustered on the courtyard of Capsule Corps. Unfortunately the Z fighters who had perished could not be wished back right away because they chose to stay behind and train on King Kai's planet in the off chance Frieza might have survived. Of the Z fighters, Krillen had chosen to be resurrected along with Yamucha. What they failed to realize was that they had not specified who was to life and who was to remain dead from Freiza's hand.

Or for that matter, where they would materialize. Krillen appeared as if by magic, lying there panting in a full suit of Saiyan armor. He sat up, blinking around him in disbelief. Gohan rushed up and hugged his friend. For a long time they laughed and lamented over a bittersweet victory.

"Where's Bulma?"

"She's gone to see if the Nameks are settled in," said Gohan. "Look, I can't stay. I need to get home to my mom… she's worried SICK!"

"You go do that… I'll go say hello to Dende and Bulma… she'll be amazed… but Yamucha… he was supposed to come back here when he was wished to life!"

"I don't know… I'll look around for him. If I see him, I'll send him your way," said Gohan. "Later, Krillen!"

"Bye bro!" said Krillen, slugging him on the back. He rolled around in the grass, extremely pleased to be alive.

"Wait… where's Goku?" he asked.

***

Bulma jumped back in fear and relief when she saw Vegeta drop from the tree. "You… why did they bring YOU back to life?" she squealed.

"I'm hurt Onna, I thought YOU of all people would be happy to see me?" he teased, advancing on her.

"Yes I… I mean no… I mean…" she gasped, dropping to her knees. Vegeta moved over and caught her as she fell.

"Missed me, onna?" he teased, clutching her tightly to his body. Bulma trembled as he lifted her to stand, and she buried her head in his shoulder.

"You stupid asshole! I thought you said you'd come back!" she yelled at him.

"I did, didn't I?" he snorted. "Although I have to admit I'm as surprised as you are, why you're making such a fucking FUSS?"

"I… I missed you," she whispered.

"Of course you did, idiot," he murmured, burying his nose in her hair. "Is this your miserable little world?"

"Don't start with me, you lunkhead," she sniffled, pulling away. "This is Chikyuu… Namek was totally destroyed. That's why I was sure you were with it!"

"Hush Onna, I'm as alive and real as you are, no fear," Vegeta said sternly, though his hands were warm through his gloves. They twined around her body, crushing her close to him with inhuman strength. Bulma let him hold her, muffling her cries in his shoulder while her hands ran over his slick armor.

"Don't you EVER scare me like that again, or you'll be sorry," Bulma said, pulling back. Vegeta pushed away the locks of hair covering her beautiful blue eyes.

"There is much to be done. Where is Kakkarot?"

"I don't know," she said. "I think…"

"That can wait. I'm sure the fool found some way to survive. Or else I'll be quite pissed. But in the meantime… first things first. Where is your dwelling?"

***

"You have no other place to stay, right?"

"Would I ask YOU if I did?" he shook his head, rolling his eyes. "Did you get hit on the head like Kakkarot or are you ALWAYS this dense?"

"Knock it off jerkface I haven't had a good day," Bulma sniffled. Vegeta slid his arm possessively around her hips.

"Take me there… to where you live, woman…" he ordered. Bulma walked along with him, towards the main building.

"We're here," she said, only leading him a few steps.

"Holy shit you're serious," said Vegeta, blinking in wonder. "You're… someone of great importance on this mudball?"

"I told you I was RICH, dumb ass," Bulma smirked.

"Damn…" Vegeta blinked, pulling down his armored vest. Bulma kept one hand gripped tightly to his glove, squeezing it as she tried to stop from crying.

"Bulma!" cried several other voices. Krillen dropped from the tree, laughing as he saw them.

"What's HE doing back?" the monk asked, blinking as he saw Vegeta's hand clasped in Bulma's. Embarrassed, she let go of the Prince's hand. Both of them stood like odd bookends, with their arms crossed over their chests.

"He got wished back stupid," Bulma said quickly. All the Namekians walked out from behind trees, blinking in confusion.

"The whole fucking planet's here?" Vegeta snorted in distaste.

"They have to live somewhere. Now come with me, your Royal Whyness," Bulma said, grabbing Vegeta's hand and pulling him behind her. "If you will I'll show you to your room…"

"Hmph," he nodded.

"Wait, where are you two going? Bulma… he's a…"

"A guest," Bulma said quickly as Krillen stopped them. "Get out of my way before you piss me off! We can't be rude to royalty…"

"Are you insane?" Krillen shook his head.

"Do I need your fucking permission, baldie?" Vegeta leered at him as the Woman dragged him off by the hand towards Capsule.

"This is nuts… what is she… him?" Krillen blinked as he sat down. Dende wandered over with the others.

"Krillen!" he laughed.

"Um hi… wow… I'm alive… and already I'm confused," Krillen mumbled.

"We're going to be staying here till Namek is wished back," Dende said. "Are you ill, do you need healing?"

"I dunno what I need… where are the others?"

"They can't be wished back for another year…" Dende explained. "At least according to what I saw happen…"

"So Yamucha, Chiotzu, Tien…"

"They can't be wished back all at once. Our dragonballs don't work like that," Dende said, resting his hand on Krillen's. "I'm sorry…"

"Hey it's not your fault… I’m just… wow… it's just great of them to let ME be brought back… but… what's the deal with Vegeta?"

"Because the wish made on your Earth dragonballs was to bring back everyone who had been killed by Freeza, I think," said Dende.

"Krillen…" Piccolo called out as he rushed over. "I see you made it back…"

"And Vegeta too," mumbled Krillen. "I thought I was a goner…"

"You were. Dende managed to heal you though… be thankful you weren't blown to bits…" said Piccolo.

"I thought I was…" he shivered.

"Gohan pushed you out of the way in time… but you had a gaping hole in your chest…" said Dende quietly, pressing his hand over where Krillen's armor had a large cracked spot.

"Here, put this on. I'm supposed to fly you back to Master Roshi's the minute you or anyone else arrived…" said Piccolo, tossing him a set of fresh orange gi, marking with Master Roshi's symbol.

"Geez Piccolo, what puts you on the reception committee?" Krillen joked as he tossed the armor away and slid his g overtop the bodysuit.

"Master Roshi's still trying to figure out what issue of hustler he's going to buy… and Gohan's at home with his mother and grandfather… which left me and Bulma-san to see who came back…" said Piccolo with a slight smile.

"So in other words, everything's more or less back to normal… except a lot of the Z senshi are on King Kai's planet?"

"Yes," said Dende. "They're all receiving training. At least that's what King Kai's told me in our last telepathic message…"

"And you guys?"

"All the Namekians are staying at Capsule," said Dende with a smile. "Bulma-san gave us an entire complex in the garden, and on the grounds…"

"What's VEGETA doing here? Did I just get bonked on the head by a large mallet or did I just see her invite him to stay?"

"You saw correctly. But he won't be stupid enough to try anything with me watching," Piccolo said sternly. "If he so much as sneezes I'll give him a one way ticket to HFIL courtesy of my special beam cannon… and there won't be any coming back…"

"Goku?" asked Krillen, head reeling as he leaned heavily on the concerned Dende.

"He's gone. After Namek blew up…" trailed off Dende.

"Oh no… no…"

"He's not on King Kai's planet, so he might still be alive. If I know one thing about Son Goku it's that he has a knack for surprising us all…" said Piccolo. "Now hurry up, I’m sure the others at Kame house are anxious to see you. Son Gohan and Chichi will be there, with the others…"

"It won't be the same without the others," Krillen shivered.

"I understand a female named Marron was asking about you… Master Roshi specifically told me to tell you she was stopping by as well…"

"Oh uh… Really… no way…" Krillen blinked.

"Come on, tough guy…" Piccolo laughed, urging his friend before him.

"What's the big deal?" Dende shrugged.

"I'll tell you when you're older. Besides it's a human thing," said Piccolo as he inclined his head to the youth. Shrugging, Dende skipped off to find his siblings.

***

Vegeta reluctantly let the woman lead him past the lawn teaming with Namekians. Some wore sunglasses, sat at the many umbrella tables while others sat on the lawn, and let the sun pour on their bodies. Each of them sipped the best brand of spring water money could buy. A few even had a card game going with a few of the local capsule corps employees.

"Don't tell me they'll be staying here too," Vegeta mumbled.

"They've got noplace else to go, and besides we've got the space… my mom will love having this many guests…"

"Your… mom?" Vegeta grumbled.

"Bulma sweetie!" came a sickeningly sweet voice as a tall blonde female danced towards them across the lawn from the main complex. Breasts a size larger than the Woman's were nestled precariously in a tight fitting top, while her thighs glided under a tight mini.

"Mom… Dad!" she said. An older gentleman with faded lavender hair shuffled out, narrowing his eyes behind his glasses as Bulma stood there with Vegeta.

"Is his hair… purple?" Vegeta blinked. "Holy shit, what sort of planet IS this?"

"Relax, your Highness… Mom… Dad I want you to meet someone…"

"Ohhhh hello there, handsome," Mrs. Briefs gasped, opening her eyes wider than she ever had in Bulma's recent memory. She wolf whistled as she undressed Vegeta with her eyes. "My STARS he's gorgeous…"

"And you are…" Vegeta blinked.

"Don't just let this handsome stranger stand out here… bring him in for some tea… come right this way young man… you must be tired and hungry… and oh we've GOT to get you some new clothes… your uniform is all messy!" she gasped.

"Mom, dad, this is his Royal Majesty the Prince of all Sayans, Vegetasama," she said quickly.

"Royalty? My goodness I had no idea… I don't believe I've heard of where you're from…" Dr. Briefs blinked.

"That's because my world was blown up, you baka," Vegeta snorted. "So are you the lord of this… manor?"

"That'd be me… Bulma dear… where did you say he was from again?"

"Outer space, you dolt, where do you think? Are you SURE these are your parents, onna? Because I FAIL to see the resemblance," Vegeta grumbled.

"No need to get cranky… your Majesty… I don't know where you're from but it's clear to me you're one of those Z fighter friends of Bulma's and as such you're welcome here," said Dr. Briefs.

"I'm not one of those weakling losers, you old fool…" Vegeta started.

"Oh don’t' just STAND there, bring him in and show him to one of the guestrooms… he must be so tired after such a long trip through outer space, come RIGHT This way young man…" Mrs. Briefs cooed, grabbing Vegeta's and Bulma's hands and dragging them with her.

"Great Oorzu what the fuck did I do to deserve this?" Vegeta groaned, looking helplessly at Bulma. She was trying to keep a straight face.

"Just go with it, lunkhead," Bulma began to giggle. Vegeta gave her a look of horror as he struggled to keep up with the ditzy blonde fawning all over him. He wanted the royal treatment he was going to get it in spades.

***

Before long, the Prince sat down at a regular dining room table, glaring daggers at the woman's insane mother. What stopped him from blowing her up was the appearance of mountains of food that were being piled on the table.

"Bulma sweetie told me that you were a Saiyan or whatever just like Goku… so I've made PLENTY of food for you…"

"For your information I'm ROYALTY, and if you ever dare compare me to that third class… Kakkarot I'll…"

"Relax, and eat there, your Majesty… we must put some meat on your bones… wouldn't want you starving would we? I don't know what they eat in outer space, but we've only the best here…" said Bunny with a sweet smile. "Don't be shy now…"

"Do you have anything to drink?" Vegeta mumbled. "I'm partial to Zarcalian…"

"I'm so sorry… but we don't serve alcohol till after dinner… but maybe you'd love a nice milkshake… it's ever so good… and just the thing for someone who's come here from a long trip…"

"What the hell's a milkshake?" Vegeta blinked, glancing anxiously around for the woman. When she failed to materialize he gripped the edge of the table with a gloved hand. However the smell of the milk and vanilla wafting into his ears was more than he could bear and he struggled to keep himself from drooling. Quickly he helped himself to the abundance set before him, and started to eat. What surprised him was that the food was more than edible. This woman may be an idiot, but she could cook, thank Kame.

Minutes later he was drowning his irritation in an industrial sized strawberry and vanilla daiquiri milkshake as he nursed a splitting headache. To think he'd complained about the woman talking constantly, when in comparison, her dam put Bulma to shame. His ears rang with her high pitched tittering giggle which he was convinced was the newest form of torture this planet had to offer. Granted he deserved the royal treatment but he swore if he heard one more offer of 'kindness' he'd puke.

"You, serving woman… does the girl… live here?" asked Vegeta, raising his voice over Bunny's.

"Oh… you mean my little angel?" asked Bunny.

"The blue haired girl, your daughter," Vegeta said irritatedly. "That's who I mean, not you!"

"Oh of COURSE, you flatterer… people ALWAYS think we're sisters…" giggled Bunny. "Why yes she does! She sleeps upstairs… in fact she's probably just about done getting your room ready…"

"Are you THIS accepting of anyone who comes in here?" Vegeta mumbled. "And are you always this blasted cheerful?"

"Always, sweetie," said Bunny. "Oh here she comes now… drink up!!"

"Humph I'm in hell," Vegeta blinked. "I swear I must be… because if I hear another laugh I’m going to blow this place sky high…"

"What are you doing in her mom? You aren't feeding the whole army are you?" Bulma wailed as she saw the piles of empty plates.

"I'm eating you baka, what does it fucking look like?" Vegeta snorted. "Where the hell were you?"

"Come here, you dummy…" Bulma groaned, grabbing his hand and yanking him out of the chair. He looked relieved to have an excuse to exit.

"Have fun you two," Bunny winked.

"What the hell is THAT supposed to mean… HEY!" Vegeta protested with a shout.

"Come ON!" Bulma gritted her teeth. "Before she traps us BOTH in there!"

***

"You are SURE you're related to these clowns?" Vegeta said helplessly, swirling the last bits of milk in his glass as he rushed quickly after Bulma.

"It's scary, huh?" she shrugged. "Well, I don't know if you have any changes of clothes, but I've managed to find something you can wear while we wash these… but I sure as hell don't know what will get the stains off this armor…"

"Idiot, you just need the conventional garment freshener and… oh wait, this place is fucking primitive, I forgot," he grumbled.

"Just get up the damn stairs will you. I thought you were a warrior and able to live in the most primitive conditions," Bulma teased.

"Shut up," Vegeta groused. He stopped by the door that was ajar, and walked past where she indicated. The chamber was moderate sized, and the walls slightly curved. Furnishings were sumptuous yet spacious and he gave a slight nod of surprise.

"Well?"

"It will be adequate I suppose," he shrugged. "Just as long as your idiot mother doesn't try and fucking tuck me in…"

"Don't give her any ideas," Bulma said.

"Where do you sleep, onna?"

"Down the hall…" she said.

"Considering the situation you should show me your chambers," he mumbled.

"Vegeta, they don't know," she whispered, blushing profusely.

"You're wise in that regard. I won't have these weaklings learning anything to take advantage of my situation. But after I learn more about this… world of yours… I won't turn you away if you wish to…."

"Bulma chan!" called her father. She hid her face in her hands and turned around.

"Oh god… wait here… don't move… there's fresh clothes on the bed… and you're going to HAVE to take a shower…"

"What the hell is a…"

"Bathroom… that way…" she said, turning and pushing him towards the bathroom. He scowled and shoved her lightly away as she opened the door.

"This is ridiculous… how am I supposed to…"

"Take your clothes off, get under the shower, and let it run… here's soap, here's shampoo… hot is on the left, cold on the right… and this is how you dry yourself," she said, shoving a stack of towels into his hands. "Throw those clothes in the hamper there… I'm sorry but I have to go get RID of him or else he'll pester me…"

"Bulma!" called her mother's voice. "Sweetie! Yoo-hoo where are you?"

"Wait a minute, come back here you…" Vegeta snorted. "I'm not finished talking to you… HEY!"

Bulma rushed out quickly, blushing bright red. Vegeta made to follow her, throwing the stack of drying cloths on the floor before he stopped himsmelf. "I haven't dismissed you yet woman! Of all the fucking NERVE! Who does she think she is to just…"

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