~*****~

I hum irritably as I gaze down at the pregnancy test in my hands. I pinch at the bridge of my nose. "Why do I insist that he finishes inside of me?" I whine. "Why do I insist on not getting birth control?" I gaze around and sigh. "Why am I talking to myself?"

"Mommy, are you okay?" I hear Marble ask. I gaze up and yelp in surprise. The test goes flying as I gaze at her. "What's wrong?" She asks curiously.

"You--- You're..." I stammer as I gaze her. Her usual dark hair is upright and golden, her carmine eyes are now dark blue. "You're a Super Saiyan?!"

She hums in confusion, her hand rubbing at her hair. "This? It happens when I train a lot! Mars can do it, too!"

"Does-- Does your father know?" I ask meekly.

She shrugs. "I dunno. Mars could do it before I could."

I sink towards my lap and sigh. "All right then..." I murmur. "Where's your father?"

She shook her head. "Daddy is trying to figure out how to get your new desk into your office right now."

I nod and palm at her head. "All right, baby... go ahead and get back to training. I'll be okay."

She hums. "Are you sure? You were staring at that stick for a long time while talking to yourself."

I chuckle. "Yeah... I'm okay."

"Good!" Marble grins. "Love you, mommy!" She chirps before bolting out of the bathroom.

I toss the pregnancy test into the garbage before calling my doctor to schedule an appointment. Later that night, Vegeta barges into our bedroom with a proud grin covering his face. "Mara--" He calls loudly. "Both of our children have made the transformation to Super Saiyan! And it's all thanks to my excellent tutelage!"

I hum softly. "That's great!" I chirp enthusiastically. Vegeta stops grinning and narrows his eyes at me. "What?"

"You knew, didn't you?" He asked irritably.

I rub at the back of my head sheepishly. "Kinda... Marble was still transformed when she found me earlier. She told me that Mars was a Super Saiyan too when I asked her about it." I explain. "But I have a working theory!" I say quickly. "I've been doing a little research through all those books we got from Empatoo, and there's like, a whole collection on the Saiyan species. There's actually like, one whole volume talking about Super Saiyans. It was thought to be genetic, but since the last one appeared a very long time ago, before all of the technological advances with the Empathian race, they couldn't conduct proper experiments. So, I thought, why don't I do some research?"

Vegeta raised his eyebrows in confusion. "You've been... researching this?"

I nod with a hum. "Yeah. I had a sample of your blood before you managed to transform the first time, and noticed something strange when I looked at another sample from after your transformation." I explain. "There was a new type of cell in your blood-- I'm calling them S-Cells for now, but I think it's what started your transformation in the first place." I lead him into my office and tug out a small file from the desk. "Look, here's the breakdown from the first sample. The percentage of S-Cell's are very low-- and when we look at this one, it's at least three times as much. I took a sample from both Mars and Marble, and they show the same type of cell with very high percentages."

Vegeta just pursed his lips for a moment before tossing the file onto the desk and kissing me roughly. I squeal in response. "You're a perfect wife, Mara." Vegeta growls.

I whimper in response as I accept his affection. And before I knew it, I'd spilled my secret. "I'm pregnant..." I murmur quickly. Vegeta flinches and pulls his head back, gazing down at me. He flushes and quickly shoves his face back into my neck, his arms coiling around my body.

"Y-You... You really are perfect..." Vegeta grumbles.

~*****~
One Month Later

I yawned tiredly from my spot on Vegeta's lap. "Would you step on it?" Vegeta growled at Bulma. "I've ridden galactic slugs faster than this vehicle!"

"Oh, be quiet, you," I snap quickly as Bulma grunts irritably. "So, Gohan," I chirp as I sit up a little. "Is Goku actually coming?"

"He'll be there!" Gohan hummed happily. "I know it!"

Roshi chuckled. "When has Goku ever let us down before? Of course he'll be there!"

"I bet he'll hardly recognize Krillen with that goofy hair-do." I mention as I peer over Vegeta's shoulder.

"Hey!" Krillen exclaimed. "It's stylish!"

"I forgot how funny you guys are together! You crack me up!" Ox King laughed.

"Are you going to be competing, too?" Chi-Chi asked Yamcha.

"Me? No, I'd just embarrass myself. Besides, I gotta look after my wife!" Yamcha chimes.

"Aw, that's cute~" I coo as Bulma flushes from her seat.

"Anyway, listen Vegeta-- and this goes for you kids, too-- I think we should all agree not to turn into Super Saiyans during the fights." Gohan explains.

"What for?" Vegeta asks irritably.

"That's actually a good idea," I agree. "If you transform, people will most likely recognize you from the Cell Games."

"Yeah," Gohan nodded. "Then you'd all know what I'd have to deal with in High School. It's a real mess!"

"I don't see the problem," Vegeta hummed. "When the journalists come, I'll just destroy them."

"Vegeta, how many times do I have to tell you. You can't destroy everything you don't like. Behave yourself, or you'll regret it." I snap.

Vegeta grumbled irritably before smirking. "Fine. It's settled. No Super Saiyan transformations in the battles. Of course, I'll still have the advantage."

"That's okay with us, Dad!" mars exclaims.

"Aw, man." Marble whines.

"Hey, don't worry, Marble, it'll be like putting on a show for the crowd, right?" Goten suggests.

Marble perks up and finally relents. "All right, thanks everyone!" Gohan sighed.

"That sure is good news for me." Krillen mentions. "Heck, maybe this way, I'll stand a chance. Fighting against a Super Saiyan is like trying to fight a steam roller with your hands tied!" Krillen laughed.

"PIPE DOWN!" Vegeta roared.

"Sorry," Krillen immediately stopped laughing.

"Oh, quit being so grumpy." I hum at the irritated Saiyan. Vegeta flushes as I kiss at his chin.

"Man, I said it once, but I'll say it again-- it's like she's got Vegeta on a leash." Yamcha hums.

"SHUT UP!" Vegeta bellows.

Mars snorts. "You should see mom when we get hurt. Marble got hurt a while ago, and I thought Mom was gonna kill us."

Marble giggled. "I thought it was funny!"

Mars grumbled. "Yeah, cause you weren't being pinned down by that scary glare..."

"Aw shucks, I don't think Ms. Mara is scary! Your moms really fun!" Goten laughed.

I chuckle at the kids. "Looks like we're here!" Bulma exclaims. "Look at that! They went all out for Lush Corp!"

"I guess I should complete my outfit." Gohan chuckled.

"Hey, uh, Gohan?" Krillen asked. "Are you really gonna fight in that?"

"Of course!" Gohan exclaimed. "This way, they won't recognize me! Do I look cool or what?"

I glared at everyone until they've agreed. Vegeta keeps a hand on my back as we exit the plane. "Aw jeez-- look at all that stuff-- it's like a world fair!" Krillen mentioned.

"I... wonder if Goku's here." Yamcha hummed curiously.

I gazed off in the distance as cheers erupted from a large crowed. "Don't tell me that idiot is here..." I murmur. "Does anyone really believe he's the one who defeated Cell?"

"He sure does like to ham it up, doesn't he?" Yamcha laughed.

"I hear you know his daughter, Gohan." Oolong hummed.

"God, I hate that man." I growl.

Gohan laughed. "Forget about him, Mara. I'd much rather track down my dad!"

"Well, I don't sense him, yet..." I hum. "But... Oh, Piccolo's here!" I chirp.

"Wow!" Gohan whirled around to gaze at the Namekian. "Hello, Mr. Piccolo! I don't suppose you've seen my father yet."

"Not yet. But he'll be here." Piccolo hummed. "That outfit.... You're really gonna fight in that?"

"Of course!" Gohan chirped.

I hum before tugging out a small slip of paper. "Before I forget, Piccolo," I hand it over. "This is a waiver. So you won't receive any hassle for not wearing Lush Corp products."

Piccolo took it gingerly. "Thank you. I'm sorry, it's nothing against the gear you make. I feel off wearing anything else."

I giggle. "I understand that." I agree.

A warm feeling flushes over my skin as I feel a familiar energy level appear. "Hey! I'm back!"

"He made it!" I gasp as I whirl around.

"Dad, it's you!" Gohan exclaimed.

"Whoa-- pinch me!" Krillen sighed.

"You guys have changed a lot!" Goku exclaimed as he gazed at all of us. "Seven years! Gohan! You're giant!"

"Welcome back to Earth!" I laugh.

"So... guys... Are you just gonna stand there and stare at me all day?" Goku asked as we continued to stare. The others rushed forward as I leaned into Vegeta's side with a soft smile.

"Oh, sweet heart," Chi-Chi cooed. "I've missed you!"

Goku smiled at his wife. "I missed you, Chi-Chi."

That's when he notices the literal carbon copy behind Chi-Chi's legs. "Hey," Goku hummed. "I think there's a little me hiding behind your leg, Chi-Chi." Goku mentions.

Goten peeks out timidly. "I'm Goten." He mentions shyly.

Goku moves forward and kneels down. "And I'm Goku," Goku hummed. "Hi."

It took a while, but Goten finally ran to his father. "Daddy!" He exclaimed, causing Goku to laugh and lift him up.

"Whoa, little guy! You're a strong one, aren't you?" Goku asked as he held him up. The two began to laugh.

"Listen up, Goku," Baba stops them. "Remember that you only have twenty-four hours, that's all I can do."

Goku nodded with a hum. "Yeah, I know. Thank you, Baba!"

"Hey, I think we fought move onto the registration before it closes." Piccolo warns us.

~*****~

Goku took a real shine to Marble. "She's like a mini Vegeta," Goku laughs as he holds up Marble. She's glowering at the taller man as she'd been insulted. "Hey, don't be so grumpy!"

"Yeah, she has his attitude, so I'd watch it," I mention irritably to the taller man. "No punching, got it?" I warn my daughter.

She turns her head and grumbles. "I bet you're really strong! Do you give your dad a run for his money?" Goku asks eagerly.

Marble perks up and finally cracks a smile. "Yeah! One time, I managed to land a punch on him! Can you get a hit on my dad! I bet you can't!" She chirps.

Goku laughs. "We'll see today, won't we!" Goku nods as he sets Marble down. "Well, good luck in the tournament! I gotta go with the adults!"

Marble nods and runs off as I chuckle. "It's strange to see her smile at anyone other than anyone in the house." I mention. "Thanks for cheering her up, I think she was upset about only being able to be in the junior division."

Goku smiled and rubbed the back of his head. "Well, she really seemed down. And I meant what I said, she's looks a lot like Vegeta, so I kinda wanted to see what he looked like with a smile!"

I laughed. "That's underhanded! Get out of here, will ya? I'm gonna go watch the junior division."

"Sure thing!" Goku laughs. "See you later, Mara!"

The crowd is already pumped up for the fights. I grumbled irritably as I pushed through to get a seat. "Thanks for saving me a seat!" I murmur as I grab a seat besides Chi-Chi and Bulma.

"What were you up to? We nearly gave it away." Bulma mentions.

"Goku was cheering up Marble," I gasp softly before leaning back in my seat. "That girl, I swear. She's too much like Vegeta. She and Mars both wanted to compete in the adult division."

Chi-Chi laughed. "Well, I think it's really cute those two are just like their dad!"

Bulma snorts. "I just hope my kid doesn't come out like Yamcha." Bulma retorts.

"Are you even pregnant?" I ask impishly.

She hums again. "Nope. But I wouldn't mind it. Ya know, later though." Bulma explains.

I laugh again as Yamcha flushes and gazes up at the sky with a delirious smile. "I can't wait until I see my kids fight," I chirp. "I just hope those two won't hold it against each other if they fight one another."

"Either way, my Goten will be the winner today!" Chi-Chi laughs.

I hum irritably. "Excuse you, but both Mars and Marble have been training day in and day out for this tournament!" I exclaim. "But I think we can both agree that whoever gets to the finals of the adult division, we'll cheer super hard to knock Mr. Satan on his ass."

Chi-Chi huffs lightly. "Isn't that right. That man does not deserve such a wonderful daughter like Videl!"

I chuckle. "HEY! ALL YOU CRAZY FANS!" I immediately sat up straight as the commentator jumped onto the stage. "Now first, let's make sure you came to the right place. Does anyone here... LOVE MARTIAL ARTS?!" Loud cheers erupted from the stadium. "Then don't move an inch, cause you're landed at the great, the only, The World Martial Art's Tournament! First up-- The Junior Competition! We've got Ten Million Zeni for the winner, and five million for the runner up! And we've also got something extra special for the junior winner this year! In fact, it's something so special, it makes me wish I were a kid just for the chance! You see folks, the winner not only gets a life time supply of school clothes from Lush Corp, but also has the chance to fight the man himself, The Great Hercule!"

"I'm gonna need to have a chat with that man. My company should not come second to that buffoon." The moron in question runs towards the stage, jumps over the commentator, and slips-- falling flat on his back. I began guffawing in response. Both Chi-Chi and Bulma were giggling in their seats while everyone in the stadium went silent.

Then, at the last moment, Mr. Satan stands up, his hands on his hips as he proudly declares, "I'm joking!"

"You have an amazing sense of humor, Hercule!" The commentator hums politely. He chortled out a thanks. "Now, before we get the junior competition rolling, we've got a surprise treat for all of you loyal fans, and I know you're gonna love it!" My gaze swerves upwards. "Seven years ago, the world was left hanging in suspense, when the live transmission of the Cell Games was violently interrupted. But we now have a complete historic re-enactment of that day for you all to see!"

I flinch in shock as someone grasps at my shoulder. "You don't think they have an actual re-enactment, do you?" I ask Vegeta.

He shook his head. "Not likely. Do you have enough water and food? The pig is looking like he needs something to do." Vegeta scowled at Oolong who just lounged in his chair besides me.

"I'm not a servant, you know!" Oolong barked.

I just waved him off. "Who wants to see this movie?!" The commentator cheered. Everyone in the stadium roared in response. "Great! Then lets hear that world famous cheer!"

Just as I suspected, the re-enactment was horrible. I sighed out in irritation. "Yeah, let's go grab something to eat real quick..." I mention to Vegeta, who's gazing at the screen in horror.