Chapter 2: Decisions

For many minutes, Vegeta stared at the shut door, only minutes before being slammed in that woman's face, and listened carefully, hearing the woman mutter something under her breath and softly begin walking back to Capsule Corp.

'I can't believe it, she really did produce an heir for me. Hmpf!' he smirked to himself, softly shaking his head and returning back to his training.

"I can't believe he didn't care," Bulma stated as she walked into the huge dome house. "He acted as if i were telling him I had blue hair!" She was now beginning to get angry. Having rethought the whole scene in her head a few times over and over, her blood was boiling and her tongue rolling silently, wishing she'd just march back over to the gravity machine and give Vegeta a piece of her mind.

She sighed heavily and calmed down, deciding to take a nap and when she woke to try and tell Vegeta again. Hopefully he was just having a bad training day.

Walking upstairs to her bedroom, Bulma walked over to her bed, lay her head softly amongst her luxrious pillow and fell asleep with the thoughts of her half saiyan baby.

"Woman!"

Bulma felt her body begin to awaken as her brain was processing that someone was calling her.

"WOMAN!"

Who was apparently getting louder and more impatient. She was called once more before she realized it was Vegeta shouting for her. She yawned and got up from her bed, looking at her watch and noticing it was past 10 o'clock. 'Oh shit... I was really tired. I wonder what he wants.' Bulma began walking downstairs and turned the corner in the direction of the kitchen when she ran head first into something hard. She fell on her bottom and looked up at a stocky, angry saiyan.

"Where's my dinner woman?" he asked angrily.

"Well, excuse me your highness for being so selfish and taking a nap." She muttered sarcastically as she lifted herself from the floor.

Vegeta scowled at her.

"Next time, I won't be so kind and forgive you for being lazy. I expect my dinner when I get done training everyday."

Bulma put her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes at him, "What the hell crawled up your ass and died? Where do you get off talking to me like some pathetic human servant, huh?" she said irritably.

"You are a pathetic human servant woman. Just because we've shared a few nights of passion doesn't mean anything." Bulma stared at Vegeta's hardened expression, trying to read some sign that'll give away a hint that he didn't mean what he said.

"You don't mean that," she said, sounding more like she was trying to convince herself.

"Who the hell do you think you are telling me what i feel? Just because you're carrying my brat doesn't mean that you know me, you know nothing woman, and you best remember you mean nothing to me." Vegeta spat out harshly, aware of how his words affected Bulma.

"Why are you being so mean?! I've never done anything to you, you bastard!"

"Doesn't take much of anything for you to annoy me."

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" she said, throwing up her hands in defeat. "I clean your clothes, make you dinner, gave you a home, built you a gravity machine, gave you everything that i am, we made sweet lov-"

Bulma was cut of as Vegeta burst into a mocking laughter.

"And what's so damn funny?" she asked, putting her her hands in her hips as she waited for his reply.

He stared at her face, crossing his arms even tighter against his chest, and spoke in a tone that made her shiver, "You think we made love? Ha! Don't make me laugh. We fucked, that's it. You were just a body, luckily a decent looking one, but nothing more. Don't be delusional woman." He chuckled darkly.

Bulma felt her eyes water but refused to cry, but a lonely tear betrayed her and slid down her soft, round cheek.

"I hate you," she said softly but firmly.

He chuckled again, "Feeling's mutual."

"That's it Vegeta! I've had enough of you and the way you treat me! I'm leaving! You hate me so much, we'll then I guess I'll be doing you a favor, but you'll never see me again!"

Just then, Vegeta stopped laughing and narrowed his eyes, moving quickly and pinning Bulma's soft, supple body to a wall. He wrapped his hand around her jaw, and the other around her waist, molding their bodies together and looking down at her, forcing her to look at him. His jaw was clenching and unclenching tightly, so tighly Bulma feared he'd break it.

Bulma was terrified! In another scenario, this might've turned her on more than anything, but the way he was looking at her, the tight grip he had on her body and her jaw, he was seething with anger, and for the first time since he came to live with her, made a home in her bed and her heart, she was scared of him. She feared for her life.

Vegeta stayed silent for a minute and Bulma wrapped her small hands around his hand on her face, trying to get him to release his painful hold. His grip tightened and he pulled her face up towards his as his lowered some, and he whispered to her.

"Never forget you're mine woman! You'll never leave me, you can't live without me." he smirked maliciously, "I see it plainly written on your face, you need me. You want me," he then ground his groin into her center, making her moan softly. He did it again and she let out a louder moan, her body arching up to met his again as her body betrayed her obvious need for him. Tears slid down her face as she grew angry at how much she knew he was right, and how he knew his effect on her, his power over her.

Bulma closed her eyes and looked away from Vegeta, her tears never faltering.

For a moment, Vegeta let his expression soften as he took in her broken form. She wasn't even fighting. She knew he was right, and she was giving in to him. He felt his heart contract for a second as he realized he broke her. He caused her pain. But then her eyes opened and stared deathly at him, causing Vegeta to put his tough facade on again, cursing himself for even thinking about apologizing.

"Get your disgusting hands off of me!"

'That's my girl,' he thought, chuckling to himself.

Vegeta tore himself from her body, smirked, and walked upstairs.

'Oh Kami, why me? Why do I always fall for the assholes?'

Bulma calmed down and walked over to the back door, deciding some fresh air would feel good right about then. She sat outside for hours, thinking about Vegeta, the confrontation a few hours earlier, and their baby growing inside of her.

"No, you're not really 'ours', are you?" she asked, looking down at her belly and placing a hand on it protectively. "You're my baby and I need to do what's best for us."

With that, Bulma made her decision. She was leaving him. She HAD to leave Vegeta, for the sake of her baby and her happiness.