Chapter1: Goodbye

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" I HATE YOU!!" Bulma yelled at loud enough to wake the dead.

She threw he alarm clock at him just barely missing him. Vegeta continued to walk at normal pace without as if she didn't exist. Vegeta was leaving to go training again.

"I don't even know why I didn't leave this mud ball planet when I had the chance," Vegeta said as if he was talking to him self. He let the door swing open behind him and Bulma barely caught it in time before it closed. Not even acknowledging that she was there.

"I wonder why myself," Bulma followed behind him. She felt her face burning with anger in every step she took. It was her nature to win what ever argument she was in, but it was difficult without a response from her opponent.

"The only reason I offered you to stay here is because I pitied you," her words cut through Vegeta like a knife and stopped him in his tracks. Bulma stopped with a smirk on her face that she borrowed from Vegeta. That hit a tender spot.

" Yeah, that's right. You didn't have a place to go, and you seemed so crushed that Goku surpassed you in what you lived for. I thought you'd be a lot nicer knowing that we spared you, but you kept going on about how you're going to defeat Goku and you being prince of all sayians. Get over it! You're a prince of a no longer existing race that Freiza destroyed, and guessed who avenged your race for you because you were too weak to do it yourself…that 'third classed-'."

Bulma stopped herself when Vegeta turned to her.

She never seen him look so hurt. Vegeta felt more hopeless than he ever felt before. His own wife just made him feel worthless. And to make it worst what she said was true. He accepted earlier while Goku was fighting Buu, but it still was all he had. She felt overwhelmed with regret. She didn't expect this response from him. Then Vegeta's eyes grew pit-less again in his usual mask-emotioned face. It was as if he was looking right through her. He turned around and continued out the door.

"Oh God, Vegeta I'm so sorry…I just got so upset- it's just that you're always leaving- I shouldn't had said that," Bulma tried to touch him, but he snatched away and continued out of Capsule Corp.

"Vegeta where are you going?!"

Vegeta stopped again. He spoke to her not turning around.

"Good-bye, Bulma," with that Vegeta left.

"Vegeta please don't go!! I'm so sorry, I love you," Bulma's eyes overflowed with tears, "please don't leave me."

She pleaded unable to control the unevenness in her breathing.

Two hours later, Bulma was still sitting in the grass. The cool breeze reminded her that she was still in her light blue thin nightgown. She walked back inside.

'Damn it. What have I done now?' the phone interrupted her thoughts.

Bulma went back inside and grabbed her phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey Chi it's Bulma," Bulma answer in a weaker voice than she hoped.

"Bulma what's wrong?"

"It's Vegeta again. We had a fight about him leaving without telling anyone again," Bulma explained.

"What could he possibly be doing at this time?" Chichi took the phone from inbetween her shoulder and cheek as she sat down to listen to her dear friend. Goku and her boys left her a mess to clean up after dinner.

"Why would he still be training? We're at a peaceful time," Chichi tried to reason.

"I don't know. I mean it's not like he's trying to beat Goku anymore, what do you think he's doing?"

"I don't know Chichi. I've tried to figure out that every night he leaves."

AN: The rest of the chapters will be much longer. I already have it written out. Just wanted to know if anyone is interested. But I guess some people are so here's the next chapter. And sorry about the year long wait.