Upon entering, Trunks noticed his grandfather and grandmother were standing in the middle of the entrance hall...it was almost as if they were waiting for him to enter, Trunks sighed, they must have seen him aproaching through the cameras. Their eyes widened at their grandson's state, his hair was disvelled, his tie was completely missing and most importantly he was carrying a girl. 

"Trunks, my boy, I have never been more proud," Dr. Briefs said as Trunks walked closer with the girl in his arms seemingly wearing nothing but his blazer, Trunk's grandmother stood with a hand over mouth, blushing at the scene. Trunks blushed deeply realizing what the scene looked like,

"It's n-" he tried,

"No, no, no need to explain my boy. Or should I say grown man? You had me worried that I would not live to meet any of my great-grandchildren. What a relief, right Bikini," he said

"Indeed, don't mind us, deary, go up to your room, would like me to bring you guys anything? Water? Juice? Tea? Cond-" she offered,

"No thanks Grandma," Trunks interrupted beginning to feel faint, as he rushed off down the corridor,

"Water would be lovely, ma'am," Meira answered over Trunk's shoulder, causing him to speed away faster in embarrassment, he looked down at Meira to see that she was clearly amused at his situation,

" You enjoying yourself, Meira?" Trunks asked,

"Indeed, quite the predicament you find yourself in," she chuckled, Trunks shook his and chuckled finding the situation humorous as well,

"Do you plan on actually carrying her all the way to your room?" Vegeta asked as he rounded the corner his arms crossed,

"F-Father," Trunks stuttered, blushing deeply as he immediately dropped Meira, luckily she was a Saiyan warrior or else it might have hurt, 

"Don't you have a company to run, boy?" Vegeta asked,

"Oh yes, look at the time, got to go," he sputtered quickly, looking at his watchless wrist, avoiding any eye contact and more than happy to remove himself from his situation, he turned and sped off in the other direction,

"Wait," he stopped as he heard Meira call out, and turned to see her getting up,

"You need your uniform for your work," she said unbuttoning the blazer, he turned around again and started running away,

"N-N-No it's q-q-quite alright!!!" he as he ran out the door.

Once Trunks flew off to work, Vegeta and Meira doubled over in laughter,

"Your boy is very uptight," Meira said,

"I know, somehow I think that he gets it from me, because his mother is quite the outgoing one," Vegeta said once he stopped laughing.

He was happy that she was able to be herself after going through what she had. What else could he expect from a great warrior like her.

" It will take time to get used to, but you are alive, thus the royal bloodline and the Saiyan race still exists, I have not lost all hope. In a way, knowing that you are out of his grasp feels as though the 8's purpose has come to fruition," she explained having picked up on his train of thought. He nodded and looked at her, she really had not changed, she looked and behaved just as he remembered her.

"Not to alarm you, but if I do not find more suitable garments, your mate will dislike me even more, " Meira said, as she leaned against the wall, more than she would like to admit, Vegeta nodded and tossed her a capsule, she guessed that it had clothes, given she had seen an entire aircraft birthed by the tiny mechanism earlier. She nodded her thanks. 

"Why does your son have a job?" she asked,

"To be completely honest, I do not understand it myself. However, it was the establishment that his grandfather used to run, which has been passed down to him," Vegeta explained,

"I see, is it a shop?"

"Not really, it is quite a large establishment, which supplies most cities on this planet with modern technology," He explained further,

"So a kingdom in its own right?" she comment, Vegeta's eyebrows shot up at the comparison,

"Hm, I never thought of it that way," Vegeta smirked,

"No, I can tell that, that was your exact thought, you got yourself a princess, so that your decendants would have an empire to inherit on this planet," she looked equally suprised and impressed, Vegeta closed his eyes, pride clearly immiting from him, 

"Well King Vegeta, what are your next orders?" She asked, this caused his smirk to turn into a smile, a title that he never thought would hear directed towards him, by someone who understood his traditions therefore understood him. Marrying the "Capsule Corp Princess" made him a king, without a planet and without a correnation, but nevertheless a King. 

"My next order would be for you to get some rest, come along,"  he wrapped her own arm around his neck and wrapped his arm around her waist allowing her to lean on him as they walked. She could not help but notice how he tried his best to avoid their skin from touching at all, as his hands only were on his son's blazer,

"Hm?" she acknowledged it, he kept his eyes away from hers, however his ear twitched, clearly he had heard her, which solidified her suspicions, 

"You are inlove with your mate," she said in shock, the realization caused a smirk to make its way to her face, his steps halted as moved his face to the side, effectively hiding it from her gaze, she started laughing when his blush started reaching his neck,

"And you said it was not possible," she laughed even harder. 

"A-A lot has changed since then, " he said, clearly embarassed having been found out, 

"Go figure, just the other day you were a short-tailed child trying to convince me to bed him, " at this point she was gasping for air, which was abrupted stopped by Vegeta putting his hand over her mouth, 

"Shhhhh, if my mate finds out about that she will kill me, and you will not be allowed to stay here," he whisper-shouted at her,  while she slapped his hand off her mouth so that she could catch her breath, 

"Then she at least has jealous fury of Saiyan female, that much I can respect," she said after catching her breath, 

"How mature of you," Vegeta commented sarcastically, 

"Bet thats what you loooooveee about her," Meira teased, 

"Shut up," Vegeta growled playfully, 

"It's not a weakness you know," Meira said looking down the seemingly never-ending corridor, 

" How so? How can it be anything but weakness?" Vegeta asked, clearly this had been something he has been struggling with himself about, she shook her head noticing how he was not going to even allow himself to say it, 

"Love gives us another reason to fight, the more reasons we have to fight, the more we fight and therefore..." she waited for him to complete, 

"The stronger we are," Vegeta said, clearly shocked at that realization, he smiled softly at the nostalgic feeling, 

"You are not even back for 24 hours and you are already teaching me," Vegeta chuckled, 

"I have a lot of time to make up for," she said, a hint of sadness in her voice, she could imagine how much turmoil they all had to go through, given that the last of the remaining Saiyans all are able to turn super saiyan. 

"There is a lot you missed, I think I will be the one teaching you in this lifetime," he said as they made their way to an elevator, Vegeta pressed the button and they were in motion, 

"What do you mean?" she asked, 

" I will tell you of it all once you have rested," He said, she nodded, the elevator came to a hault and they left it  walking down another corridor. Meira's legs felt as though they could give in at any second, she was doing her best to hide her fatigue from him,

"And to think that I was going to bless you by offering to be your concubine, so that you could sire full Saiyan offspring," she said, 

"Bless me, how considerate of you," Vegeta rolled his eyes, sarcastically. There was a moment of silence, linage and blood was a serious topic to any Saiyan worth their armer. 

"I am content with my current offspring. Thank you." He said. He genuinely appreciated her offer, 10 years ago he would have taken her up on that offer in a second, and 10 years before that he would have given his tail to her on a silver platter if it meant she would carry his offspring. How times have changed. 

"I would be too, Trunks is a fine Saiyan, indeed. His genes are strong even for a half-breed," she said, 

"You can sense it too?" Vegeta asked with a smirk, 

"I expected nothing less from the Saiyan race's royal bloodline," she nodded, she could tell that he was proud to hear it.