"A Cold Heart Resurrected"
By Setsunna 

Chapter One - The New Child 

      How am I going to tell him? Tell anyone? Bulma thought to herself as she sat down on one of the stools that were in the kitchen and slowly sipped her cocoa.
      Gosh, what's up with Mom? Bra thought to herself when she walked in the kitchen. Might as well ask, she told herself. "Mom? What's with you?" Bra asked straight-out. 
      Bulma turned in her stool and stared at her. Could she know? No, I haven't told anyone, Bulma reassured herself. "What do you mean?" she answered after a while, trying to cover the nervousness. Say 'nevermind', say 'nevermind', Bulma chanted in her head, but knowing Bra she won't say 'nevermind'.
      "Well, for starters, you've been quiet, agreed with Dad (for once in her life with him) and you've been distant, need I say more?" Bra said in one breath and while doing so crossed her arms and smirked. 
      She looks way too much like Vegeta when she does that, thought Bulma. "Um... promise you won't tell anyone?" Bulma countered, eyeing her as she crossed her arms also. 
      "Uh... I guess," Bra said with a shrug of her shoulders; she let her arms fall to her side.
      "Promise you won't say a thing?" Bulma asked questioningly. Bra nodded. "Good, because I want to tell them," Bulma said as she looked at the ground and sighed. Starting with these two lowly, simple words, it would seem that it would be the simplest thing in the world; it's very hard to say when you are overjoyed about it, but when you have no idea about the other, it's the hardest. "I'm... pregnant," Bulma said. There I said it; wasn't that bad, was it? It was terrible. 
      "That's wonderful, Mom! Why hide it?" Bra asked excitedly. 
      "Because I don't know what your father will do about it," Bulma said plainly. 
      When Bra didn't say anything, Bulma looked up. Bra was frowning. "So, who cares about what he thinks; if you want to know so badly, then tell him," and with that Bra left. 
      Bulma stared at the door for a while. "She's right, she's all too right, but first things first, I still have to tell everyone else (that consists of the Sons)," she said as she got up and went to the phone and dialed ChiChi's number. 
      <Moshi-moshi,> was heard over the receiver.
      "Hi, ChiChi, this is Bulma. Can I come over..." 

      Bulma walked in the house. After her talk with ChiChi, she decided she needed to tell Vegeta as she walked up the stairs instead of taking the elevator to think. What should I say? 'Hi, Vegeta, I am pregnant'? Bulma laughed at that. Then she reached the top. She looked in the indoor gravity room; he was doing one-handed push-ups. "Vegeta?" Bulma asked. 
      Startled, he fell. He looked up. "What do you want? Is it so important that you have to interrupt my training, woman?" he asked harshly.
      Bulma fumed, "As a matter of fact, it is!" she screamed. 
      "Oh? And it is?" he said sarcastically; he still had not gotten up 
      "If must know, you are doomed with..." she said as a loss of words came to her.
      "With what, woman?" he growled. He was now on his feet and looming over her, but she didn't even notice.
      "Another child," she said in a soft voice. 
      "What? Another brat?" he said as his eyes widened, but he regained his composure before Bulma could notice his state of shock. 
      "Yes, please don't leave this time!" Bulma said while grabbing his arms. 
      "Why would I leave?" Vegeta asked, hitching an eyebrow.
      "You did for Trunks and for a while with Bra," she said as tears started forming in her eyes. 
      "I won't; I would rather not waste my time in staying away and not having my time training, and plus I don't think there is gravity machine out there. And please don't name it after undergarments this time," he said almost lovingly, but snapped out of it. "Now, if that's all, get out so I can train," he growled. 
      Bulma left; she really didn't feel like fighting with him. 

      The eight months that a Saiyan takes to form itself were very good for Bulma, unlike with Trunks and Bra.
      "Vegeta?" Bulma asked while holding her stomach. 
      "What do you want, woman?" he said as he looked away from the TV.
      "I think I'm having the baby," she said as she winced. 
      "What!" he said as he jumped up. "Then let's go!" he said as he picked her up and flew out the door. 
      Never seen him so excited about an oncoming kid, Bulma thought. Huh, I'll have to ask. "Hey, Vegeta? Why are you so excited?" she asked him while wincing a couple more times.
      "Well, this brat has something special, different about it, nothing like Bra or Trunks," he said as he smiled at her.
      My, he must really think that if he's SMILING at me and talking normally instead of yelling or the 'none of your business' thing, thought Bulma as she looked for the hospital. "Oooooowwwwwww!" she yelled as a sudden pain filled her body.
      Vegeta promptly stopped. "What?" he asked.
      "I think this baby isn't going to waste any time in getting to the world," Bulma said through clenched teeth. 
      Vegeta quickly found the hospital and ran in. "Hey, Doctor, get my wife in a room, she's gonna have a BABY," he yelled. A doctor ran up and looked at him nervously as if trying not to get on his nerves. 
      "Vegeta, do you want to come?" Bulma asked when she wasn't screaming.
      "Hell, no!" he said as he watched her go through the doors.
      About one hour and thirty-eight minutes later, the doctor came through the door and smiled at him. "Well?" Vegeta asked as nicely as he could. 
      "You have a daughter! Congratulations!" the doctor replied.
      "Can I see her now?"
      "Of course, room 344," the doctor said; he then turned and left.
      "Stupid humans..." Vegeta mumbled to himself. When he got there, Bulma was cradling a baby that was crying its head off, but of course she was smiling. "Well, woman, show me what she looks like," Vegeta demanded. 
      Bulma handed him the bundle, and he slowly opened it. His eyes widened; the baby had, not lavender or blue, but jet-black hair that wasn't even an inch long. Vegeta noticed the baby had stopped crying and was staring at him; Vegeta had been staring at the hair to much notice the eye color, but the baby closed her eyes and fell asleep. 
      Vegeta just blinked, noting that she had stopped crying when he held her. He looked at Bulma, who was staring at him with an open mouth, as was the nurse that was in there. "What are you staring at?" he demanded. 
      "How did you do that?" Bulma asked with a surprised accent in her voice. 
      "Do what?" he said, a little taken aback by the question. 
      "Get her to sleep?" she asked again. 
      "What do you mean? Babies sleep, you know!" he said as he looked at the sleeping figure in his arms. 
      "That baby has not even stopped crying as soon as she was able; she even bit the doctor."
      Vegeta started laughing. "That's what he gets. I guess she likes me; by the way, what color are her eyes?" Vegeta asked as he looked up at Bulma, noting the nurse had excused herself.
      "I don't know, actually; I didn't get the chance," she said. "I'll bet they're blue," Vegeta said in an all-knowing voice, "but there's only one way to find out," Vegeta said as he started to wake the baby.
      "Vegeta! No, I won't ever get her back to sleep!" Bulma whined.
      "Shut up, woman; I'll get the brat asleep again," he said as the baby started to stir, then slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. 
      Vegeta must have had a look of pure shock on his face. "WHAT!" Bulma said with a hint of nervousness in her voice.
      "Her eyes..." Vegeta managed to say. 
      Trunks came running in the room with Bra in tow; at the look on his father's face he became worried. "What? Is something wrong?" Trunks asked.
      "No, it's her eyes, they're... magenta," Vegeta said.
      "So?" Trunks and Bra said.
      Vegeta held her up; Trunks gasped at the site of the baby, jet black hair and bright magenta eyes. "Wow, what a difference," Trunks said.
      "Can I hold her?" Bra asked. Vegeta handed her over; as soon as the baby was out of reach of Vegeta she started screaming again, only this time a shrill, high-pitched one. Bra immediately handed her back to her father; as soon as the baby felt the arms of a new one she opened her eyes and stopped screaming and wrapped her tail around his wrist. "I think she likes you," said Bra. "Mom, what's her name?" 
      "Her name is Tessa," Bulma said.
      "I love that name!" Bra said.
      Vegeta turned and stared at her. "What? Is the name bad or something?" she said. 
      "No, but how did you know?"
      "Know what?"
      "That name."
      "What about that name?" Bulma said as she crossed her arms.
      "It's Saiyan, it's a Saiyan name."
      Bulma blinked. "Well, that's ironic," she said. 
      Then the doctor came in. "Okay, miss, we can cut off the tail now," the doctor said.
      "Okay."
      Vegeta didn't say a word, although he was smirking as he handed over Tessa. Tessa blinked at him, but noticed the sharp thing in his hand (knife). She put her tail around it and smirked. Vegeta started laughing. 
      "What?" Bulma asked. 
      "She knows how to smirk already," he said as he turned back to the scene. 
      Tessa giggled a little, not letting go of the smirk, though; she then took the knife from him and pointed it at him. "Hey!" he yelled. Tessa then started moving the knife back as if to strike him. "Okay, okay! You can keep the tail!" he said. 
      Tessa took the knife and with amazing speed threw it right past him and into the wall. She then started laughing; when she was done she started the high-pitched shrill of a scream. Vegeta took her from him and she stopped. 
      "Well, Tessa, happy birthday," the doctor said a little shakily. 
      Vegeta looked at the name tag; it said Dr. Seville Cordoba. Nice name, he thought. Tessa's tail squeezed his wrist tighter. "Ow," Vegeta said; they all stared at him. "What?!" he yelled.
      "I have never heard you say 'ow', and the one time you have it was because of a baby," Trunks said.
      "Thanks for noting the damn OBVIOUS," he yelled. 
      "Yeah, what he said," Bra countered. 
      "Hmm," Tessa said.
      "Hey, cool!" Trunks said.
      "I think she was trying to say 'yeah'," Bra said. 

Two years later 

      "Hehehe," Tessa said as she ran down the hall.
      "Hey, come back here with that!" Trunks yelled. "It's a dangerous thing! You shouldn't play with that" 
      Tessa kept running with Trunks' sword, although it was hard because it was just about as big as her. "Daddy! Daddy!" Tessa said as she ran down the hall toward Vegeta. Vegeta looked at her running down the hall with a giant sword, or, well, at least a giant sword compared to her. "Help!" she said as she ran right to him and hid behind his leg.
      "Why?" Vegeta asked as he looked at her. 
      "Trunks won't let me play with his s... s... sowr... swor...d," she sounded.
      "Oh, well, we'll have to do something about that, huh?" Vegeta said as he smirked.
      "Yeah!"
      "Tessa! Give me back my s..." Trunks said as he ran into Vegeta. This doesn't look good, he thought. Vegeta was standing, like usual, arms crossed; he was frowning like he wasn't too happy about what he was just told. Tessa was standing right behind him, sword pointed down and holding onto the handle; she had on the all-famous-Vegeta-smirk on. 
      "Trunks? Is it true that you won't let her play with your sword?" Vegeta asked like a robot, which normally didn't mean anything good. 
      "Uh, well, she might get hurt and-" 
      "You think she will get hurt? Well, don't count on it, and if she does she can take care of herself," he said in the same monotone.
      "Um... okay," Trunks said as he backed up. Man, he must really like her; I don't see what's so great about her, Trunks thought to himself as he walked back to the kitchen. 
      Vegeta turned to Tessa and smiled at her. He kneeled down to her level and looked her in the eye. "We showed him, didn't we?" he asked. 
      "Sure did!" Tessa said.
      An hour later Tessa got tired of the sword and gave it back to Trunks. "Daddy?" Tessa asked as she came into the living room and sat down on his lap.
      "Huh?" he asked.
      "Do you love me?" 
      Vegeta just stared at her. "Of course I do," he said as he hugged her tightly; she smiled at him, her magenta eyes twinkling. 
      "I love you too," she said as she hopped off his lap and ran upstairs. I have to make him proud of me, she thought as she sat cross-legged on the floor of her room. She closed her eyes and concentrated. In about five minutes her normal ki level of 256 started dropping rapidly; it stopped at one. Her face paled, her lips getting a tint of blue.
      Vegeta felt a rapid decrease in a ki; it came from Tessa's room. He got up and flew upstairs, almost knocking down Bulma on the way. He threw open the door and was hit with a blinding light. He shielded his eyes and walked in, then all of a sudden the light turned back to normal. He looked around for Tessa; she was floating like Piccolo when he meditated, only she had white pointy hair like that of a Saiyan, only her ki wasn't above one. 
      She popped her eyes open and looked at him; her eyes were dark purple and outlined with turquoise. She then dropped from the meditation stance, she thumped on the floor. She got up and looked at him. "Cool, huh?" she said and then passed out. Vegeta caught her; her ki level went back up to 256. 
      "Wow, that's something different. I knew it, she is different," he said to himself as he carefully laid her in her bed. "Night," he said as he turned of the lights and left her to sleep. 

Next day 

      "Tessa?" Vegeta asked as he ate his breakfast at the table for once in his life. 
      "Hmm?" she asked as she she looked up from what she was trying to figure out was her breakfast. 
      "Ummm, what happened last night?"
      Tessa looked at him. "What do you mean?" she asked and stared at him. What happened yesterday that was so exciting? she asked herself.
      "Nothing," he said as he went back to his breakfast. 
      knock knock 
      Bulma got up and went to the door. "Hello?" she asked. "Goku! ChiChi! Gohan! Goten! Who's this?"       In the kitchen, "Oh, great," Vegeta said to himself. 
      "What?" Tessa asked as she watched Bra and Trunks get up and go out of the kitchen.
      "The gooftroop is here, this just isn't my day," he said. 
      "The what?" she asked as she looked at him quizzically.
      "Kakkarot and his damn family, and that noisy wife, great," he said as he rolled his eyes. 
      "Want me to beat him up?" Tessa smirked at her daddy.
      "Beat who up?" he asked as he leaned toward Tessa. 
      "Kacoret."
      "Who?" Vegeta asked her. "Oh, you mean Kakkarot?" he asked.
      "Ya," she smiled; Vegeta smirked at her. 
      "Do you remember the Saiyan I taught you?" he asked Tessa.
      "Ummm, yeah, I think I do," she answered. 
      "Okay, here is our plan..." 

      "Bulma? Who's that little girl?" ChiChi asked Bulma and pointing at Tessa. 
      "Tessa? She's my daughter."
      ChiChi looked at her and smiled. "Wow! you never told me it was a girl!" she said happily. "How old is she?" ChiChi asked "She's two," Bulma replied, looking at Tessa and Vegeta engrossed in a conversation.
      "Gomen is four," ChiChi answered. 
      "He is?" Bulma asked ChiChi; she looked at Gomen, he looked almost exactly like Goku. 
      "Can she talk?" ChiChi asked suddenly.
      "I wouldn't try," Bulma replied, "but, yeah, she can talk."
      "What do you mean, 'I wouldn't try'?" ChiChi asked.
      "She'll only listen to Vegeta, and if you even try and touch her she'll start screaming," Bulma said, answering the wide-eyed woman next to her. 
      "Oh." 

      "So, Daddy, that's what were going to do?" Tessa asked one more time, just to make sure she got all of it. 
      "Yes, now let's go." He got up and he turned around; Tessa got on his back for a piggyback ride. He had never done that before. 
      When they got there ChiChi and Bulma and all the other people in the house were staring at him. "I didn't know he was attached to her like that," ChiChi whispered to Bulma.
      "Neither did I," Bulma answered. 
      Finally when people started talking, Tessa said "Daddy?" she asked, still on his back. Everyone was quiet at her voice . 
      "What?" he asked. 
      "Why didn't you tell me?" 
      "Tell you what?" 
      "Tell me that you had muscles?" she asked. 
      "I thought you knew," he answered, smiling at her. Everyone there was open-mouthed at the way Vegeta was being to that little girl on his back 
      "No, I didn't."
      "Oh, you should have asked."
      "I did."
      "I meant earlier."
      "Oh."
      "I didn't know Vegeta could be so loving," Goku said out loud. 
      Vegeta just glared machetes at him, Tessa glared daggers. "Comer norda nera neskia?" Tessa asked Vegeta (it said 'should I beat him up now?'). 
      "Careea," Vegeta answered (yes).
      "What did they just say?" they all asked.
      "He was talking in Saiyan, he taught her that," Bulma explained.
      Tessa hopped off Vegeta and walked over to Goku and tilted her head up as far as it would go without falling over to look up at him.
      "What?" he said, clueless.
      "I don't like you," she said and punched him in the shin. 
      "Ooowwww," he said as he put a hand over his shin. Tessa giggled and went back to Vegeta; Vegeta smirked and left with her in his arms. 
      "Well, that was rude," said Gohan and Goten. "Jinx," they said again.
      "Jinx." This time Goten won. 

Eleven years later 

     Vegeta was walking down the hall; he was going by Tessa's room and heard music. She had not come out of there for two days; this was the first sign of life in there. The song was called 'Lucky'. 

This is a story about a girl named Lucky
Early morning, she wakes up
Knock, knock, knock on the door
It's time for makeup, perfect smile
It's you they're all waiting for 

They go, Isn't she lovely,
This Hollywood girl? 

And they say, she's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart
Thinkin', if there's nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night? 

      Tessa changed the song. 

I can't get no satisfaction, 
I can't get no satisfaction. 
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try. 
I can't get no, I can't get no. 

When I'm drivin' in my car 
and that man comes on the radio 
and he's tellin' me more and more 
about some useless information 
supposed to fire my imagination... 

      Tessa turned it off. 
      "Tessa?" Vegeta asked. Silence. "Will you please tell me what's wrong?" 
      "Why?" came a muffled voice on the other side of the door. 
      "Because... I would really like to know," was all his brain could come up with.
      "Fine... come in, the door is unlocked." 
      He opened the door; she was sitting on her bed looking at him, there were tears running down her face. "What's wrong?" he asked worriedly as he sat down next to her. 
      "Well. You know school started two days earlier?" she asked without looking up from the ground.
      "Yeah," he replied.
      "Well, they aren't very nice to me because of the way I look, especially the girls." Tessa had just started school; she had been home-schooled. 
      "They were being mean?" he asked. "Why??" he asked again.
      "Because of the way I look, and that I don't talk," she said; this time she looked up at him, tears were now streaming down her face. 
      Vegeta had never seen her cry like that, when he did they were not real tears; these were. He leaned over and hugged her tightly, she hugged back. "We'll deal with that tomorrow, okay?" he asked, smiling at her. Tessa was the only one that had ever seen him smile so much. 
      When she was done, "Can we go eat dinner now?" she asked, smiling at him.
      "Sure," he said as he got up. 
      "Daddy?" 
      He froze; he had not heard her say that in years. "What?" he managed to say. 
      "Can I have a piggyback ride?" she asked.
      He turned toward her; she was about an inch smaller than him despite her age. "Umm... okay," he said and turned toward the door when he felt her climb on; she was amazingly light. He then started for the door. 
      "Thank you," she said. 
      "For what?" he asked as he was making his way to the stairs. 
      "For helping me," she said as they walked in the kitchen. 
      Bulma stared at them. "Welcome back," Bra said happily. Tessa smiled back at her. Bra's eyes widened; Tessa had NEVER smiled at anyone but Vegeta. 
      "Hi!" she said cheerfully. "Dad, can we eat now?" she asked.
      "Yes, plea..." He caught himself before he said it. 
      "Okay, now there is definitely something going on here." Leave it up to Trunks to ruin the mood. 
      "How rude, huh, Dad?" Tessa said as she hopped off Vegeta and ate her food hurriedly. as did Vegeta. He hadn't eaten anything ever since Tessa refused to eat. "Well, night, Daddy," she said and pecked him on the cheek. 
      After she went upstairs everyone exploded. "What did you do to make her come out of her room?" Bulma asked.
      "Look, I just want to go to sleep, so leave me ALONE!" he said and stormed upstairs.
      "Well, that sure was the best answer ever," Trunks commented.
      Bulma glared at him. "You IDIOT, you are such... such... such a... BOY!"
      Bra screamed "Goodnight!" and stormed up stairs. Next day       "Well, Dad, let's go," Tessa said as she came downstairs, ready for school.
      "Let's go," he said, annoyed.
      "Okay, okay," she answered as they went out the door. "So, what do you plan on doing?" she asked. 
      "You'll see," was all he said. 

      "Oh, look, she came back," one said.
      "Oh, no, she brought a midget!" one laughed. 
      "Ya, what, does she think that the midget can 'protect' her?" another said. 
      "Ya, I think that-" 
      That one never finished. "SHUT UP!" Vegeta yelled, rocking the whole building. Everyone was quiet. Tessa smirked.
      "I think I know him, he looks familiar," a girl in pigtails said.
      "Where?" another one asked. 
      Vegeta stopped to listen. They saw him staring at them. "I have seen you somewhere, but where?" 
      Vegeta looked at them, then smirked, "Do you know of the famous 'fight for the planet', the one with the Saiyans?" he asked them.
      "Ya, why?" one asked.
      "Because I was in it." 
      They got wide-eyed. "Really! That's soooo cool!" one said.
      "How can a midget be in a major FIGHT for the PLANET?" one boy asked.
      "Oh, I wasn't in the fight to save the planet, I was in it to destroy it," he said. 
      The girls all got wide eyes. "You're the one with... with... the amazing powers," one of the braver girls said. 
      "I don't believe you, prove it," one boy said accusingly.
      "Fine, if you want, but I warn you," he said.
      "No need, you probably can't even kill a baby," he said again.
      Wrong choice of words, thought Tessa.
      "Right," was all Vegeta said sarcastically, and a blue ball formed above his hand.
      "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" the girls screamed along with the boys.
      "That taught them, huh?" Vegeta asked Tessa.
      "Sure did," she replied.
      The day went great for Tessa; at the end of the day Vegeta threatened the whole school to be nice or they will pay, and with that done he left with Tessa on their way home. 
      "Thanks, Daddy," Tessa said as she hugged his neck, although she had to get on her tippytoes.