Emotions, Feelings, and Other Hard Things to Talk About

by: trunkslover1

Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story.

A/N: Okay...this takes place after Buu once Vegeta gets home. I hope this is a good one. Enjoy!

Bulma walked up to Trunks room and knocked on the semi-closed door.

"Come in." Eight-year-old Trunks was lying on his bed with the covers pulled up over his small body. As soon as he saw his mother he became excited and sat up on the bed quickly.

"Hey, mom! Today was great wasn't it? I am so glad that dad is back!" Bulma gave Trunks a small smile for his sake.

"Yeah. It's great, honey. Now, how about settling down and getting some sleep, huh? It's been a big day."

"Okay." Stated a cheery Trunks. He wriggled back down and snuggled under the covers.

"Now say your prayers." Trunks obeyed and made sure to give thanks that his father was home. Bulma kissed his forehead after he finished, turned out his light, and went down the stairs.

When Bulma returned to the kitchen, Vegeta was sitting at the table, drinking some water calmly. Bulma coldly stalked past him and silently opened the fridge for a snack. She grabbed an energy bar, stood at the counter with her back to Vegeta, and ate it angrily. Vegeta knew that his wife would be angry about his actions once her relief that he was alive settled. He could tell that most of all she was scared, Vegeta hadn't figured out of what yet. He allowed himself to think that perhaps she was even scared of him. He'd never had the intentions to scare his wife. That was even worse then anything an enemy could have thrown at him. When Bulma was half way finished with her snack, she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Bulma, listen, I…" Vegeta started out. For the first time in his life he was at a loss for words. Bulma turned around, livid. With both her hands on her hips, she started to raise her voice. She had snapped under all the emotions that she had been put through that day.

"You what? How can you possibly explain today? Do you know that you almost killed me? And all those people in the bleachers…I thought that you weren't like that. I thought maybe you had finally become good." He replied quietly,

"I…" Vegeta dropped off again, not knowing what to say. This was reality. He had succeeded in hurt one of the only people that he held dear. Bulma continued, her voice screeching in hurt rage.

"So I thought. I'm so tired of all your excuses and your ego and your lies! I thought you would take care of us. Listen here, pal. If you want to screw around and kill people, be my guest. But you will not hurt my son and I, do you hear me? I won't let you even have the slightest chance." Her voice shook with held back tears. She swallowed and continued. "Wait! Maybe it would be easier for you since we are such a hassle to you to just go on and kill us. Get us out of your messed up life!" She paused waiting for him to explain himself. He was silent only a shocked look adorned his face. He wasn't expecting such a malice-filled speech. Was Bulma so afraid of him now that she hated him? When silence filled the room again, that added fuel to Bulma's already blazing fire.

"Fine! Let me tell you how I feel, huh? Okay? Today, I got to watch my husband destroy half of a stadium of innocent people, almost killing his wife and friends. Why did you let him get you? Why, Vegeta? Why?" Bulma was on the brink to going hysterical before she caught herself. She made a funny choking sound as she visibly swallowed her emotions back. Vegeta stood there hiding the fact that this wasn't his greatest decision.

"Let's just say you were me. Your son comes home and tells you your husband is dead, but he finally expressed to his son how proud he was just when he was about to die." Bulma paused again to regain her emotional control. She was so furious, she was barely breathing.

"Think about Trunks! You waited until you were about to die before you even granted that boy the chance to see that you actually cared about him. Man, it took you so long just to say 'I am proud of you son?' You might have lived your whole life and never gotten the chance to say that. He could have gone through his whole life thinking you didn't love him. Think how painful it would be as a mother to watch your son feel only partially loved his whole life because his dad couldn't say he loved him!" Bulma's eyes stung and her voice was getting raspy from all the screaming. She was resurfacing things that she had suppressed over the years. Vegeta's face had become stony and he silently took all his mate was throwing at him. This was the worst attack he had been in his entire life. He wanted to hold her and reassure her of the things that he had hidden over the course of his life with her. He wanted to express his true feelings for her and Trunks.

"You never even the least bit show me, your wife, that you love me. Why do you always have to be so cold? Just when I think you start to love me again you turn around and become so cold that I inwardly shiver around you. No. I can't take it from you anymore. I can't believe I fell in love with such a man as I did. So until you can straighten yourself out, you won't be seeing either of us much. I want you to leave as soon as possible." As soon as Bulma was done, she stood there waiting for something, unsure of what she wanted from him. The response she received was the same silence from the man in front of her. Vegeta was shocked on the inside, but didn't let it show on the outside. It was then the feeling that he hadn't experienced very often in his life came upon him. His eyes stung, on the verge of tears. Bulma's eyes were already brimming. A single tear overflowed on her beautiful face. As Vegeta reached out to wipe it away, she pulled away. Before others fell, Bulma turned away from him and ran up the stairs to her room where she proceeded to weep.

What she didn't know was as she left Vegeta had continued to do the same. Crying was uncommon to him and he was surprised how easy it came to him. He got angry due to his feelings, but he became frustrated at himself for not knowing how to tell his woman what he was feeling. He sat down on a kitchen chair and cradled his head in his hands, trying to stop the tears.

At the top of the stairs, a small Trunks was huddled crying silently to himself. He had been overlooked by his mom when she ran by. He had never really heard his mother cry, but it was an awful feeling. His dad too was crying below him. He heard and it scared him. The boy's body shook with suppressed sobs. He soon cried so hard he went to sleep, too tired to move.

So what do you think of the first chapter? You know I will never know unless you review. I also need some suggestions for the next chapter.

TL1