Never
After a fight with Vegeta, Bulma gets hurt and loses her memory. She has no memory of who Baby Trunks or Vegeta is. Vegeta initially believes Bulma will remember in one, at most two days...he's wrong.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball or any of its characters. This story is not meant to parallel any real-life people or events; the author apologizes if it does.
Chapter 1
"That's it, Vegeta! No more!" Blue-green eyes flashed as Bulma stormed into the kitchen where Vegeta was devouring his lunch.
"Woman, you are disturbing my meal. What do you want?" Vegeta didn't even bother to glance at Bulma.
"What's wrong? WHAT'S WRONG! I slave away every day cooking for you, washing for you, working on the gravity machine, caring for Trunks, and you never EVER show ANY appreciation towards me. For once, I'd like to hear a simple thank you. Is that too much to ask!" Bulma slammed the screwdriver down in front of Vegeta.
One black eyebrow raised as Vegeta regarded Bulma without any expression on his face. "Woman, your thanks is me not blowing up this pathetic planet. Besides, you're the one that had the brat. Therefore, you should take care of him. Now leave me alone. I have training to do." As he said the last sentence, Vegeta stood up and walked out, leaving a furious Bulma behind.
'I can't stand this...I need to get away from here', Bulma thought to herself. As her anger boiled, she decided she would go out for a drive, perhaps hit the mall and do some shopping. "Mom! Watch Trunks for me please! I'm going out for a while!", Bulma called as she grabbed her keys.
From the doorway of the gravity room, Vegeta watched as Bulma slammed the car door and drove off. With a smirk, he walked in and began to train. 'Silly woman, always such a drama queen.'
As Bulma drove, tears began to fall from her eyes. 'Why won't he care for me like I care for him! Am I really that hard to love!' Wiping the tears from her eyes, Bulma stepped on the gas, eager to reach the mall and drown her sadness with new clothes and accessories. 'I guess it's my fault for falling in love with such an egotistical person. I really do love him so...' Caught up in thoughts of Vegeta, Bulma didn't see the car run the red light. It was only when she heard the car skid did she realize that the car was coming straight at her, full speed. "Shit!" was all she yelled before the two cars collided with a sickening sound of crashing metal.
Later that evening, Vegeta walked into the house, sweating and feeling proud of his training. He expected dinner to be on the table waiting, as he'd trained more than usual that day and the rest of the family most likely had already eaten. The house was dark. Finding no one in the kitchen, nor any food on the table, Vegeta looked in the refrigerator – it too, was empty. "WOMAN!" Vegeta bellowed. No answer. As he opened his mouth to shout again, he noticed the scribbled note on the counter. "Vegeta, the hospital called and said Bulma was in an accident. You didn't answer when we knocked on the gravity room door. We took Trunks with us. Come quickly after you see this note. – Mr. Briefs."
Crumpling the note in his hand, Vegeta rolled his eyes. 'That woman has too much spunk in her to get hurt. She was probably putting on makeup in the mirror while driving. Stupid.' With a shake of his head, Vegeta flew off to the hospital.