Bulma waited for him every night now, yearning for him to come back into her welcome arms of love and happiness. But every night, it was a disappointment for he was never there.
"What did I ever do to make you like this, Vegeta?" Bulma asked him, knowing full well that he would not hear her. "Why?"
She remembered a month ago, before he left so suddenly, that they had an argument. It wasn't supposed to become one, but Vegeta.

Bulma walked down her dark hall, taking her time so she could think. She was pregnant with his child. How was he going to react to this? Would he accept it, but not show any emotions as usual? Or would he explode with anger and leave her? Why should he be angry anyway? It was his child anyway. He should be happy because he was going to have an heir.
She finally reached his room and knocked on the door, waiting for him to call her in. But there was none. She knocked again and still there was no reply.
"Looking for me?" a gruff voice asked behind her. Bulma gasped and spun around, her hand to her beating heart. Even if it was still dark, the moon reflected on his face, and Bulma thought he looked so handsome in the moonlight.
He had just gotten out of the shower and was only wearing his dark blue spandex and a towel around his neck. He looked into her blue eyes, the color of the sky, so endless and bright, you could lose your self into them.
"Vegeta, we need to talk." She said finally. He nodded and opened the door for her. She stepped into his room, and he closed the door behind him. He waited for Bulma to start, but she seemed to have trouble saying it. He switched on the lights. She sat on his bed, and he stood opposite from her, his back against the cold wall.
"Well?" he said impatiently. "Get on with it."
Bulma sighed. This was not going to be easy. She leaned back on the wall and hugged her knees to place her chin on them. She looked at Vegeta's hard face, still handsome. As she stared at him, he stared back, folding his arms across his muscular tan chest impatiently.
"Say what you have to say."
Bulma sighed again. "It's going to be hard to say, Vegeta." Her heart beat faster every second. What was she to fear about? He was the father and she loved him. Or did she? It was so sudden when they just came onto each other that night. It was surprising (because it happened so sudden), shocking (because they argued so much and seem to hate each other), yet she wanted it ever since he began to stay at her house. She was bored of Yamcha, tired of him flirting with other women. She had finally broken up completely with him one night. Yamcha had taken it hard. But he left anyway, promising to stay as best friends instead. Bulma didn't know why, but she collapsed into her couch and cried. And that was when Vegeta made his appearance. He just stared at her, looking at her cry pitifully, yet she did not acknowledge his presence. He stepped up and she finally stared at him.
"Oh, please, Vegeta. No arguments for today. I'm t-too tired." She sobbed. She closed her eyes and placed her face into her wet hands. Suddenly, she felt his arms go around her and lifted her. He pressed her into his chest, hugging her passionately. Bulma gasped, but then she moved her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
He flew to her room. Once he laid her on her cold bed, he talked her in and just sat there, staring down at her.
"You don't need him." He said quietly, his eyes filled with something Bulma had never seen before. Was that love? He got under the sheets with her and cupped her wet cheek, rubbing it softly.
"I don't." she argued, her sob coming after.
He moved closer and pressed his lips to hers, and she returned the kiss. He moved his lips, trailing kissed from her lips to her cheeks until he reached her ear. "Do you know," he panted his heart beating so hard she could hear and feel it. Or was that hers? The hearts beating together like one was so loud, they both heard, "how much I had waited to do this?"
She moaned as he began kissing her again all over her face. "What took you so long?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
"I waited for you to finally let go of Yamcha." He said back. Bulma had never heard the love in his voice before until now. And she was so happy. "What took you so long?"
"I don't know." She said back. He stopped and just laid there beside her, staring into her eyes.
"I'm glad it's over between you two. You didn't need him." His voice was gruff again but then he softened. "I've wanted you the day we began to argue, you know that?"
"Really?"
He chuckled near her ear it made her shiver inside. Mistaking her for being cold, he hugged her tightly to him. She wrapped his arms around his neck as he rested his head on the crook of her neck. "Yes." He continued. He paused to kiss her. "I never saw so much courage, determination, and fury in one's eyes. But when I saw it in yours, I wanted you."
There were no more words and he took his mouth into hers. It turned into her hunger, and they both became to hot. They ripped each other's clothes off, and the night became long. Their kissing turned to more and more.
"Hurry up, woman!" Vegeta's voice cut her from that memory. How can a man turn cold to passionate, and then back to being cold.
"Vegeta." She sobbed, not helping the tears that poured down her cheeks. Her eyes blurred and she couldn't see his reaction, couldn't see the shock in his eyes. "I'm pregnant." She burst out and began crying so hard. She placed her eyes on her knees so she couldn't see what he was going to do. "Y-You're t-the father, V-Vegeta." He was quiet and just stood there. Vegeta wasn't ready to be a father. That night they had made love.he wanted it as much as she did.but.dammit! They didn't think of protection! Vegeta couldn't think of the baby, and his training to fight the androids that were coming in a few years at the same time He was angry with it all, he picked up the first thing he found, a vase of flowers and threw it across the room. It crashed into the wall and broke into many pieces. The dirt smeared across the wall and landed on a heap on the floor. He didn't hear Bulma gasp and look at him. He was so angered and busy throwing things everywhere, not even knowing what he was grabbing.
"Vegeta!" Bulma cried out. "Stop it please! You're scaring me!"
From the corner of her eye, she saw his window, and saw her neighbor's lights turning on. She ran to him, and tried to hold his arm from smashing into the mirror because he had no more things to throw. "Vegeta!"
Not knowing it, he turned and his punch hit her on her right cheek. His strength was so unbearable and so painful, it made her fly across the room and hit the wall, causing a little hole.
Vegeta stared down at her unconscious limp body, her cheek swelling, the blood that dripped out of the corner of her mouth. He was shocked with himself and so ashamed for hitting a woman, the woman of his child. He his hand balled. Vegeta, without thinking and hesitation, screamed and flew out the closed window, glass shattering. One piece scratched his cheek, but he didn't notice. The pain inside was stronger. He flew into the dark night, not knowing where he was going.

Now, Bulma thought of it like it was yesterday, as if it didn't happen a month ago. She remembered fluttering her eyes open, looking up at her parent's frightened face, Goku's concerned face, and his wife in the back ground, her eyes in the verge of tears.
"What happened?" Goku had asked.
Bulma tried to speak but was only able to spit out blood. And then she felt something painful in her mouth and her jaw stung much more. She groaned with pain. Goku took out a senzu bean and plopped it into her mouth, but it was too painful to chew.
"Never mind chewing." Goku had said, his voice soft, as if reading her thoughts. "Just swallow. It's small enough."
She did, the pain in her jaw stung again. But then, the pain began to lessen, and she felt strength coming back. She sat up straight as if nothing had happened. She felt dry blood on her chin and in her mouth. She spit out the hard object in her mouth into her hand and looked at it. A tooth. And then she remembered.
"Vegeta." She had whispered.
Goku's eyes had widened. "He did this to you?"
Bulma nodded. "I told him I was pregnant with his child-" she had been too sad to see her parents gasp-"and he turned crazy and began to throw things." She had then began to sob. "And then I tried to stop him, but he only punched me. I don't remember anything else." She had burst into tears.
"Oh, Bulma." Chi-Chi had whispered and ran to her side to hold her, jumping over glass from the broken window that lied beside the bed. Bulma leaned on her friends shoulder and cried and cried.
Bulma remembered the comfort of all her friends. Yamcha had came to congratulate her, and tried to lighten her mood by giving her a carton of milk. Bulma thanked him and hugged her friend. Chi-Chi began joking around about how the baby was going to be a burden and how much she would have to pay for food since it was a half saiy-jin like her own Gohan.
Master Roshi, Puar, Oolong, and Krillin came to congratulate her. To her surprise, since Goku was there too, Piccolo had came to tell her that he would train her baby like he was with Gohan. Goku smacked her back good- heartedly.
Bulma cried with joy.
The wind blew into the room, and Bulma shivered, hugging her blanket closer to her. She looked out into the moon.
Ah, the moon was so beautiful and so huge. Just like the same night they had made love.
Bulma shook her head. Trying to forget it. But she couldn't. She couldn't forget about the man she loved.
Tomorrow. tomorrow, she was going to be different. No more was she going to think of Vegeta. If he wasn't thinking of her, then she wouldn't waste her time thinking of him.
She fell back into her soft pillows and fell asleep.