Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of the characters in it. I'm giving you guys a short chapter for once, but I don't know if you'll thank me or want to kill me for it. Either way, enjoy.
Vegeta gasped for air as he sat up in bed. He dug a hand into his hair and searched the room his eyes as wide as his face would allow. The startled face of his blue haired wife came into view and she rushed towards him. She seemed to know something he didn't. It then dawned on him why she may be rushing towards him. His chest exploded in pain and his face contorted with it. Apparently he'd cracked his ribs, never a fun activity. Bulma arrived in time to help him lay back down slowly.
"Vegeta, what is wrong with you? First you refuse to tell me what's wrong then you nearly get yourself killed in the gravity machine AGAIN!?" She yelled at him.
The prince was about to retort when that same angered face changed expression to extreme sadness filled with tears. The suddenness of her mood swing confused him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I thought I was going to lose you." Bulma sobbed.
His only reply was a raised eyebrow and his unpinned hand resting on her back. Despite how hard he seemed on her, Vegeta loved her and he had to do the best he could understand to comfort her. The prince quickly reflected on his thought from the gravity chamber about the fact that Frieza would be coming back. Should he tell her? The only thing his stubborness had achieved so far was another near death experience in the gravity machine and a sobbing mate. He'd reached his resolve. Vegeta had to tell her, maybe not quite yet; Frieza's "glorious return" was the last thing she needed on her plate right this second, but soon.
When she finally eased up his face was nearly expressionless but his eyes had softened. It was the closest thing he could get to a smile, so Bulma knew it was going to be one of those rare moments he showed her he actually did care. He raised a hand to her chin and used his thumb to wipe a tear from her cheek. Vegeta replied in the softest voice he could muster, "Stupid woman, don't you know its unbefitting for the prince of all saiyans' mate to shed tears?"
A fresh spring fell from the trails on her face and he pulled her face gently down to his. Gazing into her eyes he spoke in the same voice as before, "I didn't mean to hurt you. I meant to protect you."
A fifteen year old saiyan child bolted into the room. Trunks seemed troubled as he approached his parents. "Mom, the dragon radar is missing."
