Always and Forever

"Enough! The both of you!" Mrs. Briefs hollered. Bulma never heard her mother sound so serious in her entire life. Bulma was used to seeing her mother flustered, or maybe a little agitated, but she never had seen her this… angry; it was a foreign display coming from her usually overly cheerful mother.

"Now if you two don't want to be together that's fine, and it's your own business, but you will not try to kill each other in front of my grandson!" Baby Trunks was wailing in his grandmother's arms, obviously upset over the episode in front of him. Bulma and Vegeta were standing a few feet apart from each other, glaring into each other's faces, both begging the other to give them a reason to continue the argument. Bulma rolled her eyes and took her focus from the Prince, and diverting to her mother and son.

"I never said I didn't want to be with this moron, I said I want him to step up and be a better man for his family. All he does is ignore me and Trunks, and I'm sick of it." Bulma lowered her eyes to the floor, now starting to feel overwhelmed by all of her sealed in emotions. She felt the tears filling behind her eyes; surely they would begin to spill any moment. Vegeta stood firm, refusing to take his eyes from his son's mother; arms arrogantly crossed over his chest.

"Well, Vegeta what do you think about what Bulma said to you"? Mrs. Briefs asked.

"Hn, I could care less. I will not become some puppet for her to control as Kakorott's tramp does him. I am a Prince and I will do as I please." Bulma whipped her head from the floor so she could meet his eyes once again.

"How selfish of you, I would have thought becoming a father would have made you think of someone other than yourself, HA, how foolish of me."

Vegeta smirked, "How foolish indeed. I can recall me telling you I did not wish to have any children, and when you discovered you were pregnant with that brat I told you to get rid of it". Mrs. Briefs gasped loudly in utter disbelief as she continued consoling her grandson.

"Vegeta that is an awful thing to say about your son."

"You see mom", Bulma chimed in, "I told you, he's an asshole!" she exclaimed. Her eyes were beginning to burn and swell at her attempt to maintain composure in front of Vegeta, the last thing she needed was for him to see her cry.

"As if I could care what either of you idiots think of me", Vegeta scoffed nonchalantly. Bulma was staring at Vegeta with shock and anger; surprisingly at this point she was more shocked than anything. She loved him and her son more than anything but her baby was suffering for his father's cold actions. Vegeta was not a father or a boyfriend; he was just a man she happened to live with that got her pregnant, and nothing more. He refused to show them any love or affection and he often chose to just ignore his family, as if they didn't exist to him.

Trunks was growing up miserably because all they would do was fight. Bulma was the only parent that took the time out and enjoyed teaching their one year old son how to walk and talk; she played with him, and fed him and bathed him. All Vegeta was concerned about was Trunks being old enough to begin his training. During this particular screaming match Bulma finally realized that trying with Vegeta wasn't worth it anymore, he was not making any effort to show that he wanted to marry her or be a great father to his son. If Trunks wasn't in the picture she would have definitely continued to try out of love, but the reality is that her son was more important. He didn't deserve to be brought up in such a dysfunctional family.

"Bulma? Bulma?" Mrs. Briefs is what brought Bulma back into the current reality.

"W-What?"

"Trunks is finally asleep I think you should put him down, now, before you and Vegeta start up again". Bulma reached out for her son, gently taking him into her arms when she noticed Vegeta turning to leave.

"Wait a second!" she tried to yell it as softly as possible. Much to her surprise he did stop and turn to look at her.

"What is it now woman?"

"It's over now, I'm done with this. I want you to move out of my home, and into the guest house out back." She paused waiting to see his reaction.

"Why not just ask me to leave?" he questioned, seemingly unaffected by the news.

"Because your son needs his father, I know you grew up a fucked up life, but you shouldn't take it out on him. Obviously this isn't going to work between us, so you need to stay here and try to be civil with me for our child."

"Hn. If that's how you feel. Ill stay to raise the brat, not because I want to, but as a man I will handle my responsibility as his other parent." Bulma wasn't the least bit surprised by his hardened reaction. He was always like this why would he act any different?

"Do you even care about the fact that I'm ending our relationship?" Vegeta scoffed at her question and let out a sinister chuckle.

"Woman, there never was a relationship between us. I accidently impregnated you, and that is all." He left right after that not staying to hear what she had to say, leaving Bulma in the middle of her living room with her sleeping son. She was unaware that her mother was still in the room listening to the while thing.

"Honey, are you okay, are you sure this is what you want?" Bulma gave her mother a weak smile.

"It's not what I want, but it's what's best for my son. He's not a father or a boyfriend, he's nobody." Mrs. Briefs frowned at her daughter and rubbed her back and kissed baby Trunks' forehead. Bulma watched her mother walk away and when she was out of sight she brought her gaze back upon her handsome son.

"He's nothing but my baby's daddy now, or maybe that's all he ever was" she uttered to herself. Bulma kissed her son on the cheek and proceed to her bedroom to begin packing the Saiyan's belongings. All of his shit was going to be out by the day's end.