Gravity Chamber
Drabble by: Sarah Slutz
"What are you doing here?" Vegita growled in that impatient way he always used with her. It was as if he always needed to be mad at her. For what reason, she could start guessing but would probably never be able to really know.
"… and why did you bring that pink and purple thing here into my gravity chamber? You know its not old enough train."
It was on the tip of Bulma's tongue to remind him for the millionth time that it was her gravity chamber. Not his. And that he should be a bit more grateful. She also desired very strongly to scold him for calling their son a thing. But no she'd save those arguments for another day
"Vegita," she sighed, jiggling a fascinated year-old Trunks in her arms. He was looking around with wide eyes. "We haven't seen you in two whole weeks. I thought I'd come here before we both forget what you look like," she teased. Inside, her innards were twisting in anguish. She didn't know how to pull Vegita out of this funk he'd been in ever since Goku's death. Dende knew she'd tried everything.
He graced her with a grunt and turned away, reaching for a towel. He was about to sweep right by her when she grabbed his arm before he could actually exit. Amazingly, he didn't shake it away or ignore it.
"Vegita… for what it's worth... We love you. We will always love you, no matter what. Just remember that."
She could feel him stiffen under her fingers for a second before he controlled the reaction. Then, he sent her an enigmatic look. It was brimming with many emotions; she couldn't even put them apart in the brief instant she got to see his expression. Passion, regret, pain, indecision, pride… it was as he'd laid his soul bare for her for just an instant.
Then he shook her arm and walked by, not before commanding, "I want dinner tonight at 6 PM sharp, woman."
Bulma grinned in victory at his retreating back.