Hi, okay I know, no excused I kind of dropped off of the face of the earth for about a year… whoops? My apologies and gratitude for all of the awesome comments and motivation I've just had a long and intense year and I have a break in between semesters and I wanted to write again so here I am, and here is another chapter! The song is "Dead leaves and the dirty ground" by the White Stripes.

Dead leaves and the dirty ground
when I know you're not around
shiny tops and soda pops
when I hear your lips make a sound
Thirty notes in the mailbox
will tell you that I'm coming home
and I think I'm gonna stick around
for a while so you're not alone
If you can hear a piano fall
you can hear me coming down the hall
if I could just hear your pretty voice
I don't think I need to see at all
Soft hair and a velvet tongue
I want to give you what you give to me
and every breath that is in your lungs
is a tiny little gift to me

Bulma bit her lip tasting metallic blood as she watched him walk outside of Capsule Corp. The alleged butterflies in her stomach were more like moths gnawing at her intestines as her heart sank and stomach churned. She covered her stomach instinctively as if trying to hide the secret in her womb from him. Luckily, she thought, he wasn't paying any attention to her. His head was high and turned up to the air observing the dull gray of the morning sky. Bulma and Dr. Briefs had done the finishing touches on the Gravity Room and had been waiting for his Highness to approach them. Bulma groaned breathing in slowly trying to think about anything other than puking. Her father stared at her quizzically wondering what was causing her to behave in this manner. He shrugged it off assuming that bad stomach flu that she had, didn't go away quite yet and patted kitty on the head.

"Oh, Vegeta! Darling! Please do be careful and return to us as soon as you can!" Mrs. Briefs squealed clapping her hands together and following the un-amused Vegeta out of Capsule Corp. and to the Gravity Chamber. "We will miss you SOOO much. I know Bulma will!" Mrs. Briefs giggled not quite realizing just how true her statement was.

Vegeta's eye twitched violently as he approached Dr. Briefs and Bulma. Mrs. Briefs finally left Vegeta alone and stood next to her husband intently listening as Mr. Briefs explained certain calculations and about food capsules and what not. Vegeta nodded not really listening as he observed Bulma's discomfort and illness. She was staring at the ground swallowing hard and her skin was much paler than usual. He vainly attributed her unhappiness to his upcoming departure and inwardly scoffed at her weakness.

"… and that is about it Mr. Vegeta, Also if anything happens to go wrong you have the intergalactic intercom that can reach us… And have a safe trip," Dr. Briefs concluded to his unheard speech. Vegeta 'hmphed' in response and walked past the Briefs family and up the ramp to the entrance of the space pod. Bulma trembled trying to suppress the vomit rising in her esophagus.

"Bulma, honey aren't you going to say goodbye to Vegeta? I know you two have become good friends!" Mrs. Briefs awkwardly added.

Bulma never wanted so badly to punch her mother than in that moment. Vegeta smirked and Bulma rolled her eyes. She licked her dry mouth hoping to God that she wouldn't vomit when she tried to speak. "Bye jerk, try not to blow yourself up," Bulma finally croaked. "I'll see you when you return?" Bulma added trying not to make it sound like a question. Vegeta grunted in response turning his back to them and walking into the space pod the door and ramp lifting up and closing behind him. Bulma ignored his cold goodbye knowing that he had said goodbye to her in his own way while they were still in bed earlier that morning.

The space pod took off soon after that and Bulma ran into Capsule Corp. and into the first bathroom she could find.

A shrill cry that broke sound barriers ripped Bulma from her coma like sleep as she jolted out of bed. She ran out of her room and down the hall to the blue room. She stumbled over to the basinet and bent down pulling the sobbing bundle against her chest. She rocked the baby back and forth cooing at him to try and silence the cries that tore from his lips. "Shhh its okay honey, shhh, God you were sound asleep what woke you up!" Bulma whispered gently still rocking back and forth. The cries didn't cease and Bulma carried the infant with her to the kitchen. She held the baby as though it was second nature while she bent down into the fridge grabbing some formula and pouring it into a cup and setting the microwave for 30 seconds. After the microwave dinged she poured the warm formula into a clean bottle.

Eventually the bottle was ready and she began to feed the baby, Bulma sat down at the kitchen table rocking the child back and forth. The baby would not take the bottle and continued to cry, scream, and flail his chubby little arms. She stared down at him noticing the *oh* so familiar scowl on the baby's face. It had been 10 months since she last saw him, or even heard from him. But everyday she woke up to see their son-her son she saw him and it made her breath sink and shiver. Sure Trunks had her cerulean eyes and her fathers hair and he grinned and giggled like she did, but when he frowned and when he pouted he was Vegeta's son. The same grimace and look of disdain filled the infants face when anyone bothered him.

"Trunks you have to eat!" Bulma pleaded desperately. "God you are just like your father, stubborn as hell," Bulma grumbled not realizing that the stubbornness he also inherited from her. Finally he gave in and took the bottle glaring up at her in the process. Eventually his eyelids fluttered while he drank from the bottle greedily and then fell asleep with the bottles nipple hanging from his mouth.

Bulma smiled and wiped away a stand droplet of formula from her sons face and put the bottle in the fridge slowly retreating upstairs as to not wake him. She finally reached his room and placed him gently down into his crib. She sighed softly sitting down in the rocking chair near his crib. She stared down at her stomach pleased that the swelling lump had gone completely flat as it used to be. Bulma secretly thanked God for blessing her with amazing metabolism and Pilates classes. She wondered to herself if maybe it was a good thing that Vegeta wasn't around to see how huge and disgusting she had become while she was pregnant with Trunks. The pregnancy had been rough, and telling her parents was interesting.

"Okay so I don't really know how to tell you this," Bulma stated aloud to her parents sitting across from her at the kitchen table. Her dad was sipping coffee and her mother was smiling like she always was.

"You're pregnant!" Mrs. Briefs squealed clapping her hands together. Bulma paled instantly with embarrassment of how quickly everything was out in the open. Mr. Brief's eyes widened before a small smile appeared on his face.

"… How did you know?" Bulma questioned lifting her hands off of her red face.

"Bulma honey, you've been throwing up for about a month now and you're eating everything in sight! And very odd combinations of things too! Plus you've been even more hormonal than usual."

"NO I HAVEN'T! I AM NOT HORMONAL!" Bulma screamed tears swelling up in her eyes.

"Well Bulma usually you should settle down and get married before having kids but I guess times are more modern now! You're going to make a wonderful mother and I can't wait to be a grandpa!" Mr. Briefs chimed in smiles echoing that of his wife. "Plus, Yamcha will make a great father!"

Bulma paled again her hand slapping against her forehead. This was going to be interesting to try and explain. Hey mom and dad remember that hostile, stuck up, pain in the ass, murderous, bi-polar snob that lives with us… yeah well I slept with him… quite a lot. Bulma though to herself.

"Oh dear you are so behind the times! Bulma and Yamcha have been done for months now! It's that Mr. Vegeta's child!" Mrs. Briefs responded matter of factly.

Bulma's face turned purple and she wanted to crawl up in the corner and die. This was the most embarrassing conversation of her life. And she thought the sex talk was bad. Now she was discussing her sex life with her senile mother and father.

"But I thought you two hated each other?" Mr. Breifs stated in confusion.

"Oh honey it's like in kindergarten when someone likes you they tend to pick on you! I've known that they have liked each other all along! It's soooo obvious!" Mrs. Breifs giggled.

"Oh my god I can't believe we are having this conversation," Bulma muttered aloud behind her hands.

"Well I know him to be an unpleasant sort of fellow but if you like him, then I guess he must be nice or have some redeeming qualities," Mr. Briefs responded awkwardly.

"UGH! Of course he's not nice! He's a total asshole! I hate him so much!" Bulma yelled at her father irritated that he would think that Vegeta was capable of being nice or normal for that matter.

"Oh honey! Bulma loves him!" Mrs. Briefs sighed happily looking at Mr. Briefs. "And their baby is sure to be very attractive! They make such a pretty couple!"

"NO I DON'T! UGH!!!" Bulma screamed in irritation her face throbbing red. "THAT-THAT JERK ISN'T EVEN HERE ANYWAY! He left me here and I'm going to get fat and squeeze some alien bastard child out of me!" Bulma's screaming turned into crying. Okay so maybe her mom was right, the hormones were pretty bad.

"Well Bulma dear you didn't tell him so how was he supposed to know? He just left to train, he didn't necessarily leave you," Mrs. Breifs stated wisely.

"SINCE WHEN ARE YOU RATIONAL AND ALL KNOWING?!" Bulma shrieked getting up from the table and storming out of the room.

A Couple of months later…

Bulma was about 7 months pregnant and her stomach jolted out of her body. She was surprised and grateful that with all of the eating she was doing that all of the weight had gone to her stomach alone. She had done a pretty good job hiding from all of her friends. She wanted to avoid having to tell her friends that she had slept with Vegeta in the first place. After all he did want Goku dead, and he had succeeded in killing some of her friends. They wouldn't understand that Vegeta had another side to him. An almost tolerable side. Plus he was one hell of a lover. And she loved him. Unfortunately she realized this and it was confirmed in her mind that it was true. This was ever so inconvenient because she currently hated his guts. He was gone and she didn't even know where he was, or if he was coming back. Her heart stopped beating and her stomach churned at the thought of him never coming back. He had to come back. Okay so then if and when he does come back then what? She sighed wondering how the hell she got herself into this mess in the first place.

The doorbell rang and Bulma assumed it was the delivery man with her ridiculous amount of food. She salivated at the thought of food. She waddled to the door holding her stomach at her fast movement as she swung the door open immediately realizing it was not the delivery man.

"… oh… hi Yamcha…" Bulma stated in surprise her hand still holding her very large stomach. Yamcha's jaw nearly hit the bottom of her doorway as he gaped at her stomach.

"Y-You're PREGNANT?" Yamcha yelled in shock.

"Yeah, thank you Captain obvious," Bulma muttered sarcastically, rubbing her stomach as she rolled her eyes.

"But, Vegeta isn't here! HE LEFT YOU HERE IN THIS CONDITION WHEN YOU TOLD HIM? THAT COWARD!" Yamcha bellowed with rage clenching his fists to his sides.

"Yamcha, calm down. I didn't even tell Vegeta he left to go train in space before I could," Bulma replied defensively.

"Oh Bulma… how could you…with him of all people…" Yamcha stated bitterly looking away from her. "I thought you were smarter than that…"

"What the FUCK is that supposed to mean?!" Bulma yelled jabbing her finger into Yamcha's chest making him back away in astonishment. "You don't have ANY idea what you are talking about, you don't know anything about Vegeta and I so just SHUT UP!

"Bulma he doesn't love you! Don't you realize that?" Yamcha replied back in defense.

"Of course I realize that! I'm not STUPID as you previously implied. He doesn't even know what love really means! All I can tell you is that he is different around me when we are alone. I don't expect you to understand. You don't know how I feel right now, the last thing I need is you making me feel like shit about this whole situation!" Bulma explained angrily.

"Y-You're right Bulma. I'm just really surprised and worried for your safety… how are you feeling anyway?" Yamcha asked remorse swelling in his throat.

"I feel like I'm a WHALE and my hormones are acting up, and I am STARVING and WHERE THE FUCK IS THE DELIVERY MAN!" Bulma screamed in frustration. "Listen Yamcha, do you think you can keep this a secret until the Androids come. I want it to be a surprise for everyone," Bulma stated calmly completely off topic.

"Sure Bulma, no problem."

Bulma was suddenly torn from her thoughts when she heard the shrill cry of her son. She rushed over to his crib quickly lifting him up gently. "Honey what's wrong?" Bulma questioned feeling the back of his neck for a fever. His crying suddenly ceased and he cooed aloud. Bulma looked down smiling at him. "There's my handsome Trunks! Now go back to bed!" She commanded gently placing him back into the crib.

"What kind of name is Trunks for the Prince of Saiyans?" A sudden familiar voice bellowed in the darkness.

Bulma shrieked and jumped back turning around in the process. Behind her standing in the dark corner of the room emerged the man that she longed for, for nearly 10 long months.

"Vegeta…" she gasped.