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I think it would depend on how it manifests. I think they’d definitely fall into the “my kid is so lazy lately” trap with Trunks, because he’s more lackadaisical in general, but I think with Bulla it would be more clear that something was wrong. With Trunks I think it could slide under the radar unless he started isolating himself, since he’s always been more on the social side.

I think if it’s later in the series, since they’ve both had to navigate Vegeta’s depression (and probably helped with some of Gohan’s), they’d have some softer hands dealing with Trunks and Bulla than they might’ve had with themselves and each other earlier on. I also think having Gohan to ask about what he needed at that age in retrospect would help a lot, especially because he would probably be very well-suited to reach out and talk to Trunks (maybe Bulla wouldn’t want to confide in Pan’s parents, but I do think Videl would probably be able to relate to and help a young girl growing up in a social limelight).

Redraw of fanart from 2024 for @serenityhime1's Overheard.

15-year-old me would be so happy to know I can finally draw cute fluff. I will be abusing this power in the future ehehe

A Saiyan should never have ended up here.

Not on this weak planet. Not in the warm, chaotic clutter of her room. Not sitting in comfort while hands too gentle tended wounds that were nowhere near fatal. All instincts cried against it. Failure must be hidden, pain endured. And yet he remained.

The enormous mattress dipped beneath Vegeta's weight. The blankets smelled of detergent, machine oil, and an overwhelming layer of artificial strawberries. Clothes spilled across most surfaces, and where they didn't, blueprints claimed the space instead.

A childish pout tugged at his mouth while his arms folded. A strip of bloodstained bandaging was peeled from his skin. The sting of disinfectant barely registered. He could endure far more than a little alcohol on torn flesh.

But this room, this human…

His fingers flexed on his knee as she moved to another cut. He tracked her movements without meaning. Until blue met black. The room fell silent. A feeling he had no name or use for stirred in his chest.

Tch, annoying.

Then Vegeta dared to react before pride intervened. His hand shot forward and caught her wrist with just enough pressure to keep her still. His eyes searched hers with the same scrutiny he reserved for opponents. Looking for intent, weakness, or the perfect window to strike. Only this time there would be no ki blast or punch, just a simple question that refused to leave his thoughts.

Folks, I’ve gone and done it again, like an absolute madman. If you hated me when I posted Dragon Ball z fic before, you are going to double hate me now, because i just wrote a sequel and i’m uploading it and you can all have a look and enjoy my jokes

PINKLOVERS 09 - Vegeta x Bulma douijn september 2010

VxB are the best! XD

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