Disclaimer: I do not own DragonBallZ and we already know this :) if I did I would be making mature adult shows instead of writing about them.

LVR4Trunks-n-Vegeta: Yep, I made Vegeta turn back to the old him when he was much more evil, it will get darker with him, this is only the beginning lol but thnx for my first review! I am hoping you all inspire me to write more and longer chapters! I did not have much time to edit last night because my children were both crying but I am trying lol.

jamjam9: There will be romance :) this is a dark story but there will also be some major major twists in the story, I might actually change my summary because what I wrote might sound mysterious but people won't know that there are a few twists in this story... I can give some hints, Bulma will be having a chance to be young again ;)

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Chapter 2: Essence of Dark

Bulma stretched her sore muscles as she as leaned over the hot oven, smoke pouring out over the pan of pork chops she was cooking. The back of her hand wiped the sweat that was beginning to circulate over her brow.

She looked over at the microwave clock, 6:16pm.

Vegeta was still training, he had not been home since this morning when Bulma got off the phone with their Daughter. He had not even bothered to try and call her to let her know anything, which was normal for the Prince because he hardly ever liked using those human contraptions of a voice box.

Bulma dried her hands on the apron around her waist before heading over to the phone, she picked it up before freezing...

I don't even know why I am trying.

She rolled her eyes upward before pressing the 1 button and waiting as it began wringing, it was only a few rings in when a small voice answered causing Bulma to truly smile.

"Flora hunny, is your Grandpa Goku there?" Bulma loved Gotens youngest little girl, she was only four years old, with the cutest little black pig tails that curled and big green eyes. She was also not very Saiyan much to everyone dismay but the women.

"Hi Granny Bulma!" She chirped into the phone, Bulma chuckled and leaned against the wall putting a hand on her elbow that held the phone up to her ear. Flora always called Bulma Granny since before she could barely talk and walk.

"Grrrraaaaaampaaaa! It is Granny Buuulllmaaaaaa!" Her little voice raising and echoing, Bulma heard some noise and a little giggle.

"Heya Bulma!" Goku said and she could feel his smile without even seeing it, he was always and would always be the same, the never changing happy Saiyan.

"Goku have you seen Vegeta or do you know where he has been?" Bulma really hated to ask, she did not like people involved in Family issues but she trusted her Childhood friend. She heard some shuffling and another giggle.

"He did stop by earlier." He replied back and then there was worry in his voice.

"Is everything okay Bulma?" Bulma shook her head and decided not to even tell Vegeta about the incident earlier this morning, it probably was a one time thing and she did not want to involve others and start unwanted problems that might be easily fixed now, before it was too late anyways.

"Yes Goku, I was just about finishing dinner and wanted to know if he was eating at home." She heard the deep intake of breath.

"Whatcha eating!?" She laughed again, leave it to Goku to think about food all the time.

"Pork Chops, Potatoes, Veggies and Apple Pie for desert." She could almost sense him drooling and smirked.

"I would ask to come over but Chi-Chi needs me to stay home tonight and help her with Flora." Bulma frowned once more, not even a few months ago Chi-Chi was diagnosed with alzheimer's disease and even though it wasn't as far progressed yet she still had a hard time with certain things. She did find it romantic that Goku to this day looked at her with love and cared for her.

Unlike a certain other Saiyan.

She thought bitterly. Goten was off on his days still being a playboy, he never really stayed home to take care of his two young Daughters. Flora being the younger one and Crissa being only ten years older at thirteen almost fourteen. It didn't seem to bother Goku that much because he adored his Grand Daughters as they adored him.

"You know you dont like my cooking Goku." She mused from her thoughts. She heard him chuckle.

"I would take it any day over my own cooking." He replied before there was more shuffling and a giggle follwed by a small voice of Flora.

"Grandpa hurry! I want to swim before dinner!" She heard his laugh again and knew he was picking up his younger Grand Daughter.

"I'll catch you later Bulma, don't worry, if I see Vegeta I will tell him you called but he is only a few miles from my house and with his KI dying down I think he is finished training." Bulma gave a sharp nod of her head before deciding it was best just to let it go for now.

"Thanks Goku." She mumbled and hung up the phone, turning back to stare at the oven where black smoke was filling up into the ceiling.

Yep, my cooking...

She forgot about the pork chops.

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Vegeta was breathing heavily as he smirked and looked down at his ruined and ripped pants. He rose an eyebrow and looked back up into darker eyes than his own. The person in front of him was also wearing a smirk with their hands on their hips, one hip popped to the side in a saucy fashion.

"You truly did a number on me woman." He said as he stretched one arm over his broad chest, he heard the slight seductive chuckle and once more rose his brow.

"It isn't my fault you are getting older, old man." She replied was walking over to him, he watched as her body moved with the grace of a cat, sleek and cautious but he knew she was also still on defense. As she neared his closed his eyes and took in her scent of magnolia flowers with honey. He enjoyed her sweet natural scent.

"Want to test that theory?" His voice coming out more husky than he meant for it. She was already standing in front of him, hand stationed up to rest on his chest, near his heart. She felt it speeding under her palm and she slyly dragged her eyes up to look at him. He was rather shorter compared to some men, standing only 5'11 but she was pretty petite herself and had to lean back to even look at him.

"I would but I have to get home to my Children." she winked as a deep growl vibrated through his chest. She knew he was jealous of the attention she gave anyone, children or not. He wanted to continue training and even though they have been doing this nightly and sometimes during the day for the last few months it still surprised her that he wanted to practice with her and how much of her attention he needed.

He had come to her once rainy night asking to train and it shocked her, he never paid much attention to her before but to train with the Saiyan Prince was an honor considering he did not enjoy many peoples company.

She had taken him up on the offer.

So, as it stook as of now she would leave her children home alone not worried too much because even though the twins where five years old, they could handle themselves. It wasn't as if she was a bad mother, she loved them as much as she could but she didn't truly bond to them, after all they were conceived from a one night stand in college.

Vegeta chuckled deeply when he seen her eyes slightly widen from his growl, he caught her hand in his and pulled it from his chest.

"No touching unless you want to continue fighting." he purred and she once again looked at him, he could see himself reflected back from her dark eyes.

"Goodbye Vegeta." She said softly and turned from him. She could feel her eyes on her small form as she shot off into the air.

The Saiyan Prince folded his arms over his chest, never taking his eyes off her as she disappeared into the setting sun over the trees. He felt his darker side purring in satisfaction.

For now woman, but we will continue.

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Bulma didn't know when he came home she was too busy cleaning dishes and deep in thought. She didn't feel his presents until his deep voice was not even four feet behind her causing her to gasp and turn her head around, dropping the dish she was holding back into the sink, shattering the white plate.

"Shit!" She hissed when her finger knicked the edge of a sharp piece, she instanly stuck her finger in her mouth.

"Always so clumsy woman." He sneered slightly and looked around.

"Where is dinner?" Bulma felt her brows frown and taking her finger back out of her mouth she looked deeply at him, his torn clothes and some dried blood sticking to the scent of sweat and dirt.

"I burned the pork chops but there is potatoes and veggies in the fridge." she said turning back toward the sink and picking up the shards.

"I didn't know when you'd be home." She whispered then was shocked when she felt a hand on her shoulder that was rather tight in its grip.

"That is none of your affair to know what I am doing." He hissed but not in anger but...

Does he sound disgusted?

She thought as she turned slightly around to catch his eyes, which she barely read. He was always well kept with his words and emotions. Bulma frowned at the harsh words once more.

"I am your wife Vegeta..." She started before he interupted her.

"But you are not my mate!" He yelled in anger and she took a step back as far as she could from his hand on her shoulder which tightened and her back hitting the counter surface. Then the old Bulma came through and she pushed his arm off her, taking a slight step forward to catch herself from the raw emotion of pain he caused.

"I'm not an animal Vegeta!" before she could even finish his name, his hand was grasping her throat, not too tight but enought to get his point acrossed, he brought her to his face, inches parting them.

"Want to see an animal woman?" the words were said with so much hate and darkness that her eyes widened slightly, her mouth forming an "O". He let out a tsk noise from the back of his throat and pushed her away from him a little too hard, her lower back hitting the edge of an open drawer and she flinched. He didn't bother to stay long, he was already walking away.

She didn't move from he position, her eyes still wide in not quiet fear but confusion. Her and Vegeta were married for years and even before his time of being their enemy he never once tried to raise a hand to her. He never even attempted to hurt her those three years of living and training here when the andriods where a threat.

Not even when we pushed each other.

Yet, he was easily angered just at her mere presents. She could almost feel the tears coming to her eyes.

What changed?

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Yep, I am hoping this is slightly longer! I hope nobody is assuming too much from this story, give it time and answers will be answered.

Bulma is not done yet.