A.N.: Okay this is an idea that has beed playing in my head for a few weeks now and I finally got enough initiative to start it, with the help of my friend Jennae Cookae! hope you all love it! please read and review...

Second Chances

It was four in the morning in West City. Not many people were out and about at this hour. One individual

however was a cause of interest. Vegeta prince of the Saiyans rolled out of bed as his internal alarm clock

rang telling him it was time to train.

Getting up he dressed in his normal training gear consisting of: as tight pair of black training pants

complements of Bulma's creative boardness and he went without the shirt today knowing he would only

throw it off within the hour. Looking back to the bed he gazed upon the sleeping form of his wife, Bulma. He

didn't know why, but lately she has been more distant than usual. Sighing he headed to the door not

wanting to waste any more time on useless subjects such as the woman.

It was around eight when he emerged from his tough training to get his breakfast. Walking into the

house he was not surprised to see the woman in the kitchen standing over the stove working away on his

breakfast, he smirked. Oh how he loved it when she made his breakfast in nothing more than an oversized t-

shirt.

What did surprise him however was the fact that his son, Trunks, was nowhere to be found. "Woman

where is the brat?" he demanded more than questioned. Spinning around Bulma glared at him, "he went to

Goku and Chi-Chi's house last night, but you wouldn't know that would you? Since you're always too busy

training!" She shouted at him before turning back to the stove to finish the meal.

Confusion lit up in Vegeta's eyes, did he miss something? "What's wrong with you?" he asked in an

annoyed voice. This seemed to make Bulma all the more angry, "what's wrong? You ask? What's wrong! I'll tell

you what's wrong you are wrong why you always have to leave so early in the god damn morning to train is

way beyond my comprehension!" was what she shouted into his sensitive ears.

Growling he glared at his wife, how dare she yell at him for training! He did it for her and his son, "I have

to train woman!" he yelled back at the impossible woman. "Well Vegeta is it too much to ask for me to be

able to wake up in my husband's arms every now and then? We are in a peaceful time right now" she stated

more lowly than before a speck of sadness showing on her face and her voice cracked a bit. Not that Vegeta

noticed this at all.

Glaring harder at the woman his voice became calmer also, "even during peaceful times I must train you

never know when something will happen and we need to be ready for anything" he spoke not knowing how

much this was truly hurting Bulma. "What would happen if I was to stop my training and an even more

powerful enemy was to attack? What would be expected to do then woman? Tell me!" he all but screamed in

Bulma's face not seeing the tears well up. Hearing no answer from her Vegeta sat down in his normal chair at

the dining table.

The blue haired beauty just sighed and set the prince's food in front of him and walked out of the room.

Not knowing what else to do and knowing that Vegeta would be going back out to train again after his

morning meal she went up to their room and locked herself inside. Finally she was alone, and she made sure

to enjoy every minute of it as she let all the barriers and walls fall. Tears fell from her eyes in heavy streams

and sobs wracked her petite body. Bulma rested her head against the door feeling the cool oak against her

flushed heated skin was a welcomed sensation. How many days have they had this same argument? Doesn't

he see what this does to her? Or is it that he does but just doesn't care?

Bulma loved Vegeta with all her heart she would die for him, but he was making this so hard on her and

Trunks. He didn't even know that their son was at his best friend's house or that Trunks kept having

nightmares, she rubbed her stomach absentmindedly where a bruise lay hidden her son was quite the kicker.

She gave a small chuckle through her tears and sobs causing her to choke and gag. What's worse is he didn't

even remember that today was her birthday.

Sighing for what seemed like the hundredth time that day she lifted herself to stand on her feet with her

head held high she made her way to the shower to wash away all the bitterness and sadness she felt, it was

going to give her wrinkles. Starting up the water she stripped down until she was in nothing aside from her

own skin. Her aqua blue hair was a mess and her big sapphire eyes were blood shot. Stepping into the hot

shower Bulma let the water fall down upon her aching muscles smoothing out all the knots. Quickly washing

and conditioning her hair Bulma hopped out of the warm shower deciding that she was going out and

treating herself to a wonderful birthday. Smiling to herself she dressed to impress in a short dark jean mini

skirt and a small red tank. Throwing on some long black and red socks that stopped just above her knees she

slipped into her black stiletto boots. Blow drying her hair she only put in two sapphire incrusted clips to hold

her bangs out of her face. She put on light makeup and a shiny strawberry flavored lip gloss. Finally feeling

ready to go she grabbed her purse and her favorite capsule bike.

Walking down the hall Bulma jumped down the stairs too excited to take her time. Practically running to

the front door like she was a teenager again she nearly trampled over Trunks who was making his way into

the yellow dome house. "Oh hi Mom, wow! Your looking really pretty, oh happy birthday!" Trunks said with a

wide smile on his face as he gave her a tight squeeze before running off to his room. Smiling after her son

Bulma made it out of the door there she threw her capsule then hopped on her bike and took off into town

leaving it up to the bots to make the boys' lunch. Today was her day and she was going to make sure that

she made it the best one yet.