Okay a Bulma and Vegeta fic!

You know the drill. I don't own dragon ball z or just dragon ball. If did mari trunks would be real trunks. Sequel of a fan girl…. Cough…any way

"…." Talking

'….' Thinking

Thunder rumbled outside the capsule corporation. Lighting flashed across the sky lighting up the world if only for a second. Bulma briefs shot up as the thunder crashed outside. She was wearing her normal sexy sleep outfit. Her aqua hair in a ponytail the only thing different about her where her eyes blue and wide with fear caused by the nightmare. Bulma looked at the bed and saw that the other side of the bed was void of anyone. Bulma got up wrapping her robe around her. 'He's fine I'm sure' she thought trying to relieve herself of her fears.

Normally the hallway seemed comfortable; tonight it seemed dark and cold. 'I should be used to the dark and cold…seeing who I married' Bulma shook her head. 'What's with my train of thought lately?' She should just go back to sleep and leave this until the morning. She passed by Trunks room it was empty too. 'Probably with Goten or something' she thought 'he is almost an adult soon.' Bulma smiled remembering a baby Trunk pulling a grown up Trunk's hair. It was one of her favorite memories' of that time.

"Bra's sleeping good' Bulma thought as she passed by her daughter's room, seeing a sleeping girl with her long hair. She was in the living room now and Vegeta wasn't here getting a midnight snack but Trunks was talking to somebody on the phone. "Trunks its late get some sleep soon" she lightly scold her son. Trunks looked at his mother surprised to see her up so late. "Yeah I got to go Araya yeah its my mom. Night." With that he hang up. 'Araya huh he sure does like her taking her call in the middle of the night' Bulma smiled at her son. "Why are you up, the storm keep you awake" Trunks asked. Bulma nodded best to not let her kids know about her fears. "Where your father" Bulma asked him. Trunks shrugged, "Flying around you know him." Yes Bulma did know him. 'Vegeta come home soon' she thought as she sat down on a chair. Trunks got up and followed his mother's advice. "Trunks" He looked back at her smile. "Tell Araya not to call so late okay" Bulma winked at her son who blushed and ran up the stairs. 'They're so funny' Bulma laughed as she settled herself into the chair to wait the return of her mate.

When Vegeta flew into the living room the clock said 3:00 o'clock. He smiled as soon as his feet touched the soft carpet floor. A quick snack then off to bed. "Vegeta" a voice said. He looked at the chair he had overlooked. There sat his mate. Vegeta felt his ears close up in preparation for her yell. Yet all that came was a hug and a sob. Vegeta looked down at his sobbing mate. "Another one huh" he asked her gruffly. She nodded unable to speak. "I keep telling you women I won't die! There is no one out there who can defeat me other than… well you know who" Vegeta snapped coldly. Bulma looked up at him tears streaming down her face. "It wasn't just you it was Trunks and Bra too" she cried. Vegeta inwardly winced. "Hush it's okay" he said still gruffly but softer than normal. He picked her up and carried her to bed. He laid her there gently. "Trunks keeps talking to Araya late into the night" Bulma said while drying her eyes. Vegeta snorted "She annoys me." Bulma laughed "because she is a saiyan half breed." "Among other things" Vegeta snapped. Bulma smiled at her husband and mate.

"Promise me something" Vegeta looked at her. "You won't ever leave" Vegeta smiled and held her close. "Never."