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*Sunday Night*
Bulma sighed as she exited her lab and then looked down at her wrist watch. 10:00 p.m.
Vegeta's been training all day since Eighteen left. He didn't even stop for dinner and that's very abnormal for him. Something just has to be bothering him. She could tell and besides, she has plenty of proof.
He hardly came to bed anymore, he's more irritated and isolated than usual, he hardly spoke to her, which meant that their daily arguments were ceased and now that she thought about it, he's been acting like this for a while. Ever since Marron and Trunks began dating to be exact. She should have been noticing this, but it's not like the changes were drastic, they were gradual.
So, did that mean that something has been bothering him for a while now and she's just noticed it?
If so, then she's been far too busy if that's the case. Sure, Trunks was in charge of Capsule Corp now, but she's still basically working on things in the shadows.
She shook her head from side to side.
She needed to get to the bottom of things before Vegeta went back to his old self, when he first started living with her and her parents.
Once she finally reached the kitchen, she grabbed a cup from the cupboard and poured herself a fresh cup of coffee, using the coffee maker, and sat down at the table.
She's going to make sure she got in a word or two with him.
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Trunks sat on the roof, watching the night sky, filled with stars, as his thoughts continued to roam.
Marron was in the bed sleeping, which he was grateful for, yet he couldn't help but be envious at the same time.
He hadn't been able to sleep as peaceful as she is right now. His never ending thoughts are still wrapped around Pan and if she'd happened to wake up and find him on the roof, she's bound to know something's up with him.
He let out a sigh as he stood up and took off.
He didn't know where he was going, but he needed to distract his mind as well as blow off some frustration.
He closed his eyes as he slowed down a little, deciding to take his time. He turned over, now on his back, as he continued to fly, his eyes still closed as the occasional gust of wind blew the thin strands of his lavender hair.
'Pan... I never did find out what was wrong with you that day, but I will as soon as everything starts falling back into place. I promise,' he mentally thought.
He opened his eyes and turned back over, now flying with his back facing the few clouds in the sky.
(half an hour later)
Finally after half an hour of flying around, he decided to stop at a local bar, hoping that maybe he'd be able to distract his mind, even if it is temporary.
Once he landed, he quickly entered the bar, before sitting at the nearest, available stool.
"What can I do for you, sir?"
"Give me a shot of the strongest drink you have and keep them coming."
The bartender nodded and began pouring up a shot for the lavender-haired man.
"Here you go, sir. First two is on the house. You look like you need it."
Trunks nodded, not really paying attention to the middle-age, red-headed man.
He mumbled out a thanks as he gulped down the alcohol in the small cup, not even flinching as the alcohol burned his throat.
'Pan...I wish I could tell you what's going on. You're my best girl friend and yet the one thing I want to confide with you is the one thing I can't tell you. If I could tell Goten, I would, but I really can't guarantee he'll believe me, best friends or not.'
Trunks let out a sigh as he grabbed the next shot and gulped it down also.
Just how much is he able to handle?
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Pan hissed as one of several of her attacks skimmed past her.
This is how Vegeta trained, right?
Firing ki blasts at the highest Gravity level and then dodging them?
If he could handle it, then she could too.
Pan grunted as she barely dodged another one of her ki blasts.
She's in her base state, which is more then a challenge, though she never thought it'd be this much of a challenge.
Not that she couldn't handle it.
Pan did a back flip to avoid another ki blast and then powered up to SSJ, causing the remaining ki blasts to dissipate.
She shut down her GR, which is a old, birthday gift from Vegeta and headed back inside her house to grab a shower and eat.
Once she entered her house and locked the door behind her, she decided to make a quick stop in the kitchen for a bottle of water.
She let out a frustrated sigh.
She's been at it for hours, trying to surpass the level she always dreamed to reach when she was younger.
Super Saiyan 2.
She felt so close to reaching it last time, so why did she feel as if that proximity is slipping?
Is she too frustrated? Not pushing herself hard enough?
She slammed her water bottle on the counter.
Everything was going fine before Trunks started dating Marron.
They were hanging out more and they were getting closer and she knew Trunks could feel it too. Could that be why he suddenly started dating Marron? Did he know of her feelings for him and maybe didn't feel the same and didn't have the heart to reject her?
No, it has to be something deeper than that.
Trunks has never been into Marron like that. He even rejected her before, of course he let her down easy, but still…something just isn't right.
Why couldn't she put her finger on it?
Maybe if Bulla-
She immediately shut off her thoughts at the mention of her ex-best friend's name and decided to try and figure out everything another time.
She needed a shower, something to eat, and not to mention she's exhausted as well.
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Bulma softly tapped her fingers against the kitchen table as she tried to stay awake, which is easier said than done.
If Vegeta didn't come in soon, she'd end up falling asleep in the kitchen.
And as much as sleeping sounds adequate right now, she couldn't.
Not until she got to the bottom of things.
Her eyes drooped slowly as she still continued to tap her thin, fingers against the table.
Just when she thought she couldn't stay awake any longer, she heard the side door open.
She mentally released a relieved sigh and sat upright as she waited for him to come through the kitchen.
Not even minutes later, a visible figure walked into the kitchen and headed for the fridge.
She raised an eyebrow, mentally questioning whether or not he could see her.
"Vegeta?," she called softly, but audible.
He continued raiding the fridge and once he got what Bulma guessed he was looking for, he closed the fridge and proceeded to leave the kitchen.
'Can't he feel her presence? Or he is ignoring her?,' she mentally questioned herself.
She shut her thoughts off and decided to approach him a different way.
She stood up from the table and walked towards him. Once she was behind him, she gently touched his shoulder, "Vegeta, what's wrong?"
He jerked away from her touch, causing Bulma to gasp in shock.
He began walking away and mumbled out a "nothing," before leaving the kitchen entirely.
Bulma stared at the spot he was just standing in and sighed.
Now, she's certain something is wrong.
Vegeta, hasn't jerked away from her touch in years.
This has to be pretty serious.
A/N: Special Thanks to my Readers and Reviewers. I'm very grateful for your support. Also, I hope you guys and gals enjoy the upcoming holidays ( Christmas, Kwanzaa, Boxing day & New Year's!) I have no idea what everyone will be celebrating, so if I missed any, deep apologies. Thanks and don't forget to review.
