Secrets Revealed

For two weeks Bulma had been deliberately ignoring Vegeta. Not avoiding, but ignoring, and it was driving Vegeta crazy.

He couldn't explain his agitation. She was hiding something deliberately from him, an acted as if he didn't even exist. He was used to avoiding her, and had been quite successful at it, and had never been bothered by it before. Then again, it was he who was always the aggressor—the initiator and the instigator. He now found himself on the other side, and he didn't know how to express his feelings toward it, other than it infuriated him.

At the same time, he couldn't get himself to say anything to her either. He often would pass her on the staircase—she would be walking down the stairs as he was walking up them to go to his room. She never said a word or even looked at him. He tried to pretend he wasn't looking at her, but he always stared at her cautiously through his peripherals.

He pretended to be stoic, indifferent, and calm. He acted as though he was ignoring her as well, and hoped to Kami she didn't somehow know that he was extremely agitated by her blatant ignorance of his presence. He thought she was annoying and troublesome before, but this lack of attention from her seemed to be even more distressing than the latter. Who did that bitch think she was anyway? Did she think she was better than him? Just ignoring him like that, without a word? Not even a 'Vegeta-kun?'

He stopped for a second…when was the last time she called him that? He couldn't even remember. He hated it when she called him that…why was he hoping for her to call him that now? Maybe it wasn't the name, but just the acknowledgment. For all of the times when he had wished to be invisible, when he got what he wanted, he completely despised it. Even the annoying 'Vegeta-kun's' and 'hello's' and even some fighting words at least made him feel important in some way. As if, no matter how hard he tried to be invisible, his royal presence was enough to make someone feel as though they were forced to acknowledge him.

He was also agitated by his immense curiosity. No matter how many times he spotted her, or deliberately followed her, she never said a word or even looked at him. What had her and that weakling Yamucha been discussing in her room that night?

And that stupid ki! As the days went on he could feel it more and more, and only she could have known what it possibly was. It was there in the room with her. Was it that mysterious teenager from 2 years ago? Was he hiding out in the compound, waiting for the right moment to strike him? He was wearing Capsule Corp attire…did he work for them?

Vegeta always questioned everything, and trusted no one. Given his life experience, trust lead to one's death. Although she was a weak human woman, she was not to be trusted. She was also very intelligent and calculating when need be, and that itself could prove to be dangerous. He couldn't help but feel as though the person she was discussing in her room had been him. The last thing he heard he had chosen to ignore, although what he viewed as ignorance was actually complete denial.

"I know…but you know I cannot raise another man's child."

He knew what they were talking about when he heard this statement. He knew where the ki was coming from. His denial was so strong, that he almost instantly erased the statement from memory after hearing it. Unlike his usual self, he would not jump to conclusions. He had tried to be patient with her, hoping that she would knock on his door and tell him exactly what was going on.

He figured she would have. He was always able to count on her for some unwanted interpersonal contact, but that was gone now. He thought back to the day outside of the compound when he told her he felt nothing for her—that he had seduced and manipulated her. He could feel her distress as she cried, but would never admit to himself that it bothered him, or that he might have been over exaggerating a bit with his words. Did he really hurt her so badly that she wouldn't even speak to him anymore? Was he so harsh with her to protect her? Or was it to protect himself? Or did he truly feel that way?

Questioning feelings was considered weak in Vegeta's mind. As a result, the woman was making him weak. He had wished that he had never met her. He wished that he could have remained as indifferent to her presence as he pretended to be. He wished that he had never coupled with her and made his life so much more complicated than necessary. He had never had so much interpersonal contact with a woman before—if this is what happened from doing so, all women must be trouble. He took a mental note to stay away from the female species from now on. One exception had already proved to be more than he could handle, although nobody would ever know it—probably not even himself to some degree.

When he felt that small spark of familiar ki again, he decided to follow it. He knew it would lead him to her. It was no matter; he had been trying to keep an eye on her anyhow. He would watch her movements, facial expressions, body language, take note of what she did during the day…after an immense day of training, of course. He was shocked to find that he couldn't read her—he was unaware of her intentions, and she didn't seem to be doing anything out of the ordinary…other than ignoring him and hiding ex-lovers in her bedroom. He didn't know how long he could go on with this ignoring game, his patience was wearing thin.

He found himself in the main living quarters. Bulma was sitting on the large couch; drinking some tea and eating a small sandwich, watching some strange dramatic TV show. There was a second, smaller couch adjacent to the larger one, forming an L shape, with a table in the middle, and a recliner, opposite the smaller couch. There was a large television of high quality, and had a great sound system, along with other gadgets that were connected to it…probably things to watch movies or play video games, he didn't quite know. This sort of entertainment was new to him, and he rarely indulged in it. He had only been in the room 2 or 3 times in the years he had spent there. It was an awkward room to him, as the space taken up by the furniture was so small, and yet the room it was in was immense.

He sat down onto the adjacent smaller couch, at the far right corner of it. He was as close to her as possible without having to share seating with her, and could view the television better from this position. She continued to nibble on her sandwich, stare at the television, and ignore him. He noticed her body only slightly tense up as he entered the room, but she returned to a relaxed state quickly. She was still ignoring him, and it made him…well…nervous?

Anxious? Angry? What the hell was he feeling anyway? A man of few emotions, it was hard to label the new feelings he kept encountering every time he was near this woman. The only thing he did know was that he was confused as all hell.

He sat there, periodically shooting sideways glances at her. She must have seen him looking; he was too close for her to not know he was looking at her. She didn't flinch. Not even once.

Hmm…what the hell am I supposed to say? He contemplated. He didn't know if he should just go all out and demand an explanation out of her, and tell her of the conversation he overheard, and the ki that he was feeling every now and again, and how he knew she was hiding something from him. He was wary, however, as the last time he was frank with her, she started doing this ignoring bullshit. He decided to remain patient, but not silent…

"This show is ridiculous, woman, how can you stand it?"

"…"

He grinded his teeth for a second, and kept himself from growling at her. He tried again…

"So…that woman is mating with that woman's husband, who is also mating with her brother's sister's cousin…what?"

"…"

"Tck…" he flinched. Here he was, trying to make conversation, and she would not respond. His tone of voice was awkward and restrained. He glanced at her quickly before and after each time he spoke, to see if her expression had changed at all. It had not.

"I…I don't understand this, explain it to me. Are humans really that promiscuous?"

"…"

"ARGH!" He grunted loudly, while simultaneously standing up and pounding a fist on the coffee table, causing her tea cup and small plate to shake. He was frustrated, but was still careful not to break anything. He literally had to hold himself back mid punch, or he would have done so, and possibly scared her away. He didn't want to scare her…but she was pissing him off!

"SAY SOMETHING!" He shouted.

He slightly gasped in surprise, as she turned her head to face him. She stared directly into his eyes, and he could feel her resentment. She turned her head back to the TV screen and continued to finish her sandwich.

"Monica's husband had an affair with her best friend Whitney. However, he is also sleeping with Whitney's cousin Emiko. They all found out, and now they are plotting his death. However, Whitney doesn't know that Monica and Emiko have also plotted to kill her as well."

Vegeta's scowl turned into a face of confusion. His eyes widened, his right eyebrow raised as the other dropped, and his mouth remained slightly opened, but his teeth were not bared. He sat back down on the adjacent couch. He closed his eyes for a moment, clenching his fists and allowing his body to shake. He calmed himself down, let out a quiet sigh, and turned his head to gaze at her.

"That's…that's pretty fucked up."

"Yup."

"Have you ever plotted to kill someone before?" he asked cautiously. Whatever the woman was watching, it was ridiculous, but it was also about women scorned, plotting the deaths of their mates and their colleagues. He wondered if she was getting any ideas from this television show…

"Have you?" she asked plainly, but the sarcasm was still apparent.

"Uh…well…yeah…but not for reasons like that."

They sat in silence and watched the drama until the next commercial. He had, for the first time, attempted to relate to her in some way—to have a normal conversation with her. It was awkward as hell, and he had never felt the need to do such a thing before, but she had spoken to him. Not about what he wanted to speak about, but at least she wasn't ignoring him.

"Sooo…" he started.

"Is something broken?"

"What?"

"You didn't come here to chat with me. If something is broken, my father is in the main lab downstairs."

"Nothing's broken."

The commercial break had ended, and their silence returned, as the show continued. He pretended to watch it, but really, he was periodically shooting glances at her, agonizing over what he should say next.

"So…um…that's the guy?"

"Yup. That's Charles. He's in deep shit now, Ken has agreed to take the hit, and now he's on his way over there."

"The hit? He agreed to be hit? Why would he do that?"

"It means he agreed to kill him. When someone takes a job to kill someone for money, he's called a hit-man. So he agreed to take the hit."

"So he's an assassin?"

"You could call it that, but an assassin is more like someone who agrees to kill someone of importance, like a president, or a ruler, or someone else of a higher status."

"I see…"

Once again, the silence returned. The show ended like a typical drama, with an irritating cliff-hanger. Would Charles be killed? Wait until the next episode!

"This is absurd. How can they just end it like that? That is not a conclusion."

"It's a TV show. It will be on again tomorrow. If it really bothers you, you can watch it then to see if the story will come to any conclusions."

"I don't think I will be doing that. I don't particularly like or understand this form of entertainment."

"Suit yourself." She stated, picking up her dishes and making her way to exit the room.

"Wait…uh…where are you going?"

"Not far. Why?"

"We…we have something to discuss."

"Indeed, we do. But not now. Later."

"Grr…what are you hiding from me!" he cracked. He didn't want to be so blatant about his actions, as she was clearly hiding hers, but he couldn't help himself.

"Fine, you want to know?"

"Damnit….why else would I ask?"

"I'm pregnant."

With that, she exited the room, leaving a stunned Vegeta in the room to himself. His face turned pale, his stomach dropped, and he started to feel a cold sweat engulf his body. His hands shook slightly, and his eyes widened. He didn't move for an entire hour.

**A/N Sorry for the cliffhanger! I just edited all of the chapters based on previous reviews, so I hope the chapters flow a little bit better in places now. I will have a new chapter soon, it just took me forever to re-read and edit all of the chapters, and I had to move and just got the internet a couple days ago.**