If I never met you: Part 1
Author's Notes:
Don't worry people Second Coming always comes first. This is for those times that I have a writers block in relation to Second Coming.The vase missed Vegeta's head only by a millimeter. Not that it would have hurt had it hit. Not that, that ever stopped Bulma from trying. She could not remember why they had started to fight. Nor could Vegeta, they just piled insults on top of insult till both of them could not take it any further.
'Damn it Vegeta.' Screamed out Bulma finally, 'Sometimes I wish I hadn't ever met you.'
'Believe me when I say' Vegeta said coldly, 'the feeling is mutual.' So saying he pivoted out the room, leaving Bulma to scream at the closed door.
'Damn it.' She thought as she made her way to her five-year-old son's room. 'Why can't I just get along with you?' she gazed down at her little purple haired cutie and thought, 'Well, Vegeta had I never met you here's one very good thing that would have never happened to me.' She smiled but soon let out a sigh, 'Though sometimes I really, really do wish that I had not met you.' Sighing again she headed for bed. Determine to keep Vegeta out of her mind at least for a few hours.
Bulma woke up to the insistent beeping of the alarm clock. Slowly she got up and clocked at the clock. She jumped at the time. It was eight o'clock. Jumping out of bed she frantically ran to Trunks' bedroom. She could not believe she slept so late. Throwing open the door she screamed, 'Trunks get up it's time for school.' She blinked. Trunks' room was not Trunks' room. It was totally empty, save for a old couch her mother had relegated there to keep from being seen by visitors. Trunks' room was in the same state it had been before his birth. Bulma blinked again.
Stepping out she did a through scan of the rest of the house. Finding no sigh of either Trunks or Vegeta. Confused she sat down in the living room couch. As she sat there wondering what was going on the front door slid open and Yamcha cautiously walked in.
'Yamcha?' Bulma asked surprised, 'What are you doing here?'
Yamcha looked at her as if she was an idiot, 'I live here, baka. Or have you forgotten?' he asked as he glared at her, 'Like you keep forgetting that I am your husband.' He demanded.
Bulma abruptly realized that he was drunk. About to comment on his drunkenness she suddenly realized what he had said, 'You're my husband?' she wondered, 'What about Vegeta?' she blurted out before she could catch herself.
'Who's Vegeta?' Yamcha inquired, getting increasingly angry, 'Your new boyfriend?' he asked as he approached him with a freighting look on his face, 'You are such a slut.' He said.
Bulma was unbelievable angry at being called a slut by Yamcha of all people. Getting to her feet she screamed at him, 'I am a slut. What about you? You're the one who sleeps with anything in a skirt. You are the one who constantly cheated on me, you're the one…' Bulma was not sure what happened but she was aware of her face being struck by a tremendous force. She felt herself flying across the room. Hitting the far wall she felt herself collapse to the floor and into darkness.
Vegeta lay down on the floor of the gravity room and made himself comfortable. Closing his eyes he wondered about what had been said. Would he really be glad if he had never met Bulma? Would he? Would she?
She surveyed herself in the mirror and was horrified at what she say. One side of her face was all black and blue. She ran a hand behind her head and found that her fingers where red with her own blood. But what was more disturbing than any of this was fading brush in other places of her body. She was literally covered with them. She closed her eyes and tried very, very hard to hold her tears. Vegeta was rude to her, argued with her all the time. But never, never in a million years would he hit her. He couldn't. He loved her too much. She cracked open her eyes ever so slightly, 'Vegeta, where are you? What's going on?'
She collapsed to the ground and sobbing. She was confused, very confused. But than she remembered something that could clarify her confusion, her dairy. Getting to her feet she quickly ran to her hidden location to retrieve it.