The sun was bright, bird singing away, a beautiful and calm down for Bulma to sit and reflect on everything that had happened so far. It had been an entire year since Frieza and Goku's death, hard to believe. The teal haired woman sat and sipped her morning coffee, attempting to wake herself up.

"Have to get to work soon…"

After Frieza's defeat, everyone seemed to relax, finally. Goku had for all intents and purposes been killed along with the alien, but life continued on without his presence. ChiChi continued to raise Gohan, making him study as hard as possible so he could get in to a good college. Krillin and the rest of the Z-fighters continued to train, but at a lax pace, uncertain about the future.

After a few months, the displaced Namekians left for their new home world, which was good for everyone involved. Capsule Corp was calm once more, which made Vegeta extremely grateful, all of the intruders made it hard for him to focus on his training.

Ever since Vegeta came back to this place with the rest of the group he felt uneasy. After all, he didn't really have a home and then these people just took him in with no questions asked. The Prince figured it was his right, seeing as he is in fact royalty. Still, he didn't understand the kindness they extended him; he thought it rather weak. While staying at Capsule Corp he did his best to avoid most people, with the exception of The Woman, Bulma. The teal haired woman took a liking to him almost immediately; he thought she was okay. At the very least the sex was pleasurable and a good way to blow off steam when he couldn't train.

Now at peace in her own home, Bulma could continue to work on her machinery and experiments, not having to worry about being interrupted every five minutes. The teal haired woman sighed happily as she began working on an enhanced Dragon Ball Radar for later on.

After a few moments of silence the door opened and in walked Vegeta. The Saiyan Prince looked extremely angry, as always. He stormed right up to her and slammed his hands onto the table she was working at, jostling metal pieces everywhere- which of course annoyed her beyond belief.

"Hey! What's the big idea, Vegeta? I'm trying to work here, in case you didn't notice!"

Bulma narrowed her gaze at him, irritated that Vegeta thought he could treat her so rudely and she would just bend over and be fine with it. Vegeta's eyes narrowed back at her as he folded his arms across his chest and gritted his teeth.

"Shut up, woman! That infernal machine is broken AGAIN! Get out there and fix it before I lose my temper with you…"

Vegeta was already shouting; this caused Bulma to stand up and get in his face, glaring at him.

"Fix it yourself! Can't you see I'm BUSY? I can't be at your every beck and call! I have things that need to be worked on here in the shop; they take precedence over the Gravity Room, I'm sorry."

The raven haired Saiyan huffed and clenched his fist in pure rage. He couldn't believe the way that woman was treating him! Doesn't she know he is a Prince of all Saiyans? She should be kissing his feet and begging him for the chance to fix what ever he asked for, not telling him 'no'!

"Damn it woman. I need to train and if you - Wh-what is that I'm sensing?"

Without warning, Vegeta approached her and pushed his hand against Bulma's stomach. He gasped when he sensed Ki coming from within her. His face turned white, his eyes widened, and his jaw gaped open from utter shock.

"Y-y-you're pregnant? It can't be! How did this happen, woman? WHEN did this happen?"

The clatter of a screwdriver hitting the floor caught them both off guard. Bulma felt her face turn a slight pink with embarrassment. She folded her hands on her lap as she returned to a sitting position.

"I was going to tell you, but you've been so busy that I hadn't had a chance. It's yours Vegeta, I'm sorry. I-I know this isn't what you want or wanted, but it happened and we BOTH have to deal with it."

The intensity of Vegeta's stare made her uncomfortable; he just stood still with his jaw dropped. Finally Bulma stood and sighed loudly, smiled at him.

"Well? Say something, you're going to be a father! You should be a BIT happy about this, right? You'll be able to raise him properly; we can do it together, maybe even get married…."

At that last statement, Vegeta burst out laughing, pointing at her while holding his stomach. The room grew quiet except for his insensitive laughter. Bulma turned a bit redder.

"S-stop laughing, Vegeta. It's not funny…"

Vegeta shook his head and wiped a tear away as he turned to leave, sighing with amusement.

"Oh, thank you for the laugh, Woman! Worry not though, you and I will NOT be getting married, nor will I be raising any half-breed babies you decide to pop out. It's your fault, your responsibility."

The Saiyan Prince's words cut straight to the bone. Bulma stared at the back of his spikey head as he walked out. She had not expected it to go this way, nor did she expect him to be so cruel. The emotional pain brought tears to her eyes, which rolled down her cheeks and landed on her shirt. Bulma put her face in her hands and sobbed.