It was a cold lightly misty night, far off in the distance she cold her a truck blaring down the road, and the mist in the air made her hair stick to her neck.
Not that she noticed. No, she only had the presence of mind to note the humming of the GR behind her, its heat warming her back, yet it was anything but comforting.
Sitting against the Gravity Room, she stared straight ahead. Too lost in thought to realize the banging behind her was Vegeta furiously trying to break out of the training room without hurting her.
She let out a breath, the mist curling up and away, dissipating into the night air, much like her thoughts.
A singular sound pierced the night, the high pitched wail of her son. Normally she would have shot across the grass, straight to his room and held him until his cries stopped.
She couldn't move, she didn't so much as twitch. Nothing, not even her son, could break her from her resolve.
She knew it was bad, knew that there was a pain there she should leave alone. But for the life of her she couldn't see him suffering, she hated it.
No matter what he had done she promised herself she would not back away from this man. He deserved someone, anyone, and she needed him. Now she could see he needed her, perhaps more than she ever thought.
She wouldn't break her promise, even if his story broke her apart.
She would find a way to fix this, to fix him.
Even if he hated her for it.
The banging behind her slowed slighted, then stopped altogether. On the other side of the door, Vegeta considered ramming into, but her could sense her still sitting against it, unmoving.
Letting out a slow breath her normally would have reserved for screaming, he placed his back to the door, sliding down slowly and sitting, almost a replica of the women separated from him by mere metal.
He tilted his head back, looking up at the ceiling, trying to find the answers out of his prison. Not out of this room, no. He could easily blow a hole out of it, but the risk of hurting her... not to mention the plain fact that he was sure she wouldn't fix the damn machine this time, stopped him.
With a frustrated growl, Vegeta stopped his thoughts and listened to the wails of his son for a moment. The cries were muffled, barley noticeable over the rumbling over the GR as it cooled off.
Thinking back, he should have pushed her away. Should have told her to go before her blew her and this whole house apart. Should have left right after the defeat of cell, he had the chance, hadn't he?
She didn't know him, didn't know what she had gotten into. Now she did.
She was going to hate him, he knew it. And damn, if that didn't bother him more than it should.
Banging his head against the door behind him, Vegeta let his eyes fall shut, his teeth grinding painfully in his mouth and his fists held tightly by his sides.
His hands lifted up to his face, pressing on his eyes while he willed his anger away. His anger wasn't at her, more at himself for letting her get this close.
He allowed a single tremor to shake his body once, before dropping his hand and staring down in silence.
On the other side of the door, Bulma let a small tear slide down her face, while lightly punching at the ground beneath her.
She let out a cry of pure anguish, not for her, but for the man she knew was listening.
He barley twitch at the sound, but he felt her cry cracking the walls he built up, and he let out another growl.
"I told you, you wouldn't like me at the end of this story..."