AN: So I know that I have a whole bunch of stories that I'm behind on, however I HAD to write this story. I've very recently become a DBZ fangirl and of course my favorite couple is Vegeta X Bulma! I was reading a whole bunch of fanfics like this one…and I didn't really like them. They were so short and were all the same. So I'm writing my own in hopes that others will find it enjoyable. Please read, enjoy, and review.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of the characters (this goes for the entire fic)

Chapter 1: I want out!

"Vegeta, I have to tell you something." No response came from the Gravity Room. She tried again. "Vegeta, can I talk to you for a minute?" That didn't work either. "Vegeta get your ass out here now!"

"What the hell do you want woman?" Vegeta was shirtless and coated in sweat when he opened the door. As ticked off as she was, Bulma couldn't deny that there was only one word to describe him at this moment…Sexy.

"I have something to tell,"

"Not now!" The door was slammed right in her face.

"Jackass! What the hell!" Bulma stood there for a minute or two before retreating back to the house. She took up reading a book. She had no idea what she was reading but anything was better then thinking and focusing her rage on Vegeta.

When Vegeta walked in around eleven at night, Bulma had already gone up to her room. Vegeta opened the fridge and saw a plate of food that he assumed had been left for him. He ate it quickly and then proceeded to take a shower and was soon in his room asleep feeling slightly uneasy.

The next morning Vegeta woke up and headed straight for the Gravity Room. He didn't feel up to eating. For some reason he didn't feel up to anything.

Bulma woke up a few hours later and made breakfast for the both of them. She ate slowly, carefully. She wasn't hungry. She only felt sick and she knew why. Bulma sighed and threw the rest of her food away and cleaned her plate. She was going to try and talk to Vegeta again, but she figured that would only cause problems. He was training and he hadn't eaten so he would be in an even worse mood then usual. Best not to test his patience.

Bulma continued her book. She half-heatedly read each word and mindlessly flipped the pages until she realized it was one in the afternoon. His majesty was going to want lunch. She got up and walked back into the kitchen surprised to find that his breakfast hadn't been touched. Strange.

Bulma threw out the breakfast and made a huge lunch which she placed in the refrigerator. She wasn't particularly hungry but she took a sandwich and began to eat.

Ten minutes later Vegeta walked in with a prideful scowl on his face. He opened the door to the refrigerator, took out the plate of sandwiches, and began eating all the while ignoring the girl across from him. Bulma broke the silence.

"Umm…Vegeta, I have to tell you,"

"No time woman. I don't want to hear about your problems. I need to train and you're distracting."

Bulma was a bit taken aback. Not as much with the words but with how nonchalantly he said them.

"It's important. I'm,"

"I don't care! Just do your job and serve me! I have no time to hear your countless complaints."

Bulma was getting irritated. "Listen to me. I'm,"

"What did I just say? I don't give a damn about you or your stories! And who are you to tell me to listen? I'm the one who gives the orders!"

"You bastard!" Bulma lost it. "I given you my home, my food, my money, my time, me, and you still call me a distraction! I've had enough of you! Go back to training, I don't care anymore! Get the hell out!"

Vegeta smirked. "I intend to," Vegeta stood up. "I expect my dinner around eleven woman." He headed back to the Gravity Room.

Bulma screamed. "That…is…enough!" Bulma grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and wrote a quick note. She then grabbed some capsules and went out to the car. "I'll be back, I've gotta go to the store." She called out to the Gravity Room. Not surprisingly there was no response.

"That's it," she said as she pulled into the airport. "I want out."

OOoooOOoooOOoooOOoooOO

Vegeta was back in the house at midnight starving in more then one way. "Woman! Get down here!" Vegeta opened the fridge expecting to find dinner. Instead he found a note.

Vegeta,

That's it. I want out, and now I am. I've tried to talk to you but you literally slam doors in my face to keep me out. It's not you, it's me. Well no, it is you. But it doesn't matter anymore. Vegeta, what I wanted to tell you is that I'm pregnant. You're going to be a father. I know that you'll be angry, so I've left. You have nothing to distract you. I hope one day you'll find someone that you really do love. I wish that it was me, but it obviously is not. I love you Vegeta, but I've had enough. Goodbye. ~ Bulma

Vegeta starred at the note. Three lines kept running through his mind. "I've left" "I wish that it was me, but it obviously is not" and "I'm pregnant"