Whew, this chapter was hard to write. I ended up taking out a great deal before rewriting from word 400 because it didn't have the feel I wanted.

I know it sounds weird, but suddenly Bulma was spewing damnations at Vegeta and he was way too soft in his way of speaking… I couldn't find the point where it went down that road so I decided to only keep the first part in the dinninghall.

And for the first time I have no idea as to what this chapter should be called. So if any of you have a title-suggestion then please send it to me in a PM! I have now gotten a great title from GetaFan/SCeles "The Center of His World". Thank you once again!

I hope you'll enjoy it!

No one at the table said anything. Both the kalionian king and Naklys shot glances at the empty chair beside the saiyan prince. He had said Ms. Bulma had not been feeling too well and the king had immediately ordered some food to be brought to their room. Naklys looked at the prince. She wondered how he could eat after watching all those awful things. She had done it so many times she had learned to eat in order to survive. She got up and sent her father a reassuring smile as he looked at her with worry in his eyes. She walked to the door and stopped with her hand on the handle.

Before turning the knob she turned around and looked at the two men at the table. "I'm going to see Ms. Bulma. Perhaps I can help her cope with it." Naklys had only said the last word when Prince Vegeta stood right in front her.

"Don't you dare touch her. You have caused enough damage as it is." His voice was almost a growl and Naklys felt the blood leave her face. She knew how strong the saiyan race was, but she had also seen how the prince had used the namekian Dragon of Dreams to become the strongest in the universe.

"Naklys have done no such thing," the king said in a low voice but the prince heard him.

"Tell that to the woman who has been crying her heart out for the last two hours." Naklys could feel how her body started to tremble. She had only tried to help, she had thought letting them both watch the memories would let them discuss it easier afterwards, but it had backfired. It had never been her intention to hurt Ms. Bulma as she clearly had.

"It is not Naklys' fault she is crying, it is her memory that hurt her," the king said and got out of his seat. "But with all due respect Prince Vegeta, it is your fault you did not choose to stay and comfort Ms. Bulma. You could not help her when it happened, but you can help her now."

"She wouldn't need comfort if she hadn't relived that experience," he growled. Vegeta didn't like to be told what to do, especially not by people who had caused such a problem for him. He could feel how he wasn't in balance mentally after the kalionian's meddling and if he had had doubts about how to comfort the woman before it had been nothing compared to now.

Bulma had put her hands at her abdomen. The empty feeling had slowly started to shrink as her eyes had become dry and swollen after her last tear had been shed. She knew it was almost a year ago, but Naklys had showed her every minor detail. As soon as she had been awoken the tears had started to flow and she hadn't been able to utter a single word. There had been some kalionians in the room she hadn't seen before and she had tried to hide her face, ashamed of her own breakdown. Without saying anything Vegeta had taken her in his arms and carried her to the room. She had been lying in the bed ever since, ignoring him as he had said she should go to dinner.

She heard the door open but didn't turn to see who entered the room. She didn't want to see anyone or to speak with anyone at the moment. All she wanted was to mourn in silence for some time as she had done at Earth.

Vegeta saw how the food at the table was untouched. A low sob told him she was not crying anymore, but he was sure she would if she could. Before he had left the dinninghall the kalionian woman had given him disturbing news: the woman hadn't conceived yet because her body hadn't let go of the stress it had felt after the abortion. If he didn't help her in some way she would never bear a child again. "Help her? How?" had he asked, but the kalionian had just shook her head. She had told him, that it was something he had to figure out himself.

"How did your father find you?" Bulma was surprised by the sudden question, but she didn't want to talk. After a minute in silence Vegeta spoke again: "Are you suddenly deaf woman? I asked you a question."

"And I chose not to answer it," she whispered. At earth she had sometimes wished for him to leave her alone when she worked, but it had always been because of his constant nagging about the GR being broken again. This time she wanted him to leave her completely alone, perhaps even for good, and somehow it frightened her. Shouldn't she want him to be near her now of all times?

"Why not?" Bulma sat up and looked at him. He sounded as if he couldn't care less about her answer and she got pissed at how he still remained in the room, as if he only wanted to taunt her.

"Because I don't want to. Leave me alone!" She buried her head in the pillow as a child would but she didn't care. Her mind was in a state of chaos and his presence didn't make it any better.

"Fine," he said. She could hear him snort and fought the urge to scream at him to leave her alone. "I'm sure this is what the Vegeta from the other timeline and the child wanted to see… You engulfed in self-pity and slowly rotting away."

Bulma shot up and threw the pillow at him. He didn't flinch, not even when she screamed as a dying animal before lying down once again with her face pressed into the mattress, which muffled her ongoing screams. "Leave!" she yelled and tried to sound demanding but her voice was nothing but filled with panic and sorrow. She knew he was right, but she didn't want to admit it, she could not admit it.

Suddenly she was pulled out from underneath the covers. In panic she started to kick around but her legs were pacified by Vegeta's tail that wrapped itself around them. Bulma tried to get free even though she knew it was in vain. After struggling for several minutes she finally calmed down enough to notice how her head was leaned against something warm and rock-hard. She instantly recognized the feeling of Vegeta's chest and felt how his arms were wrapped around her body. His tail was now loosely lying on her thighs as it was no longer necessary to hold her legs still. She could hear his heartbeat and it calmed her down a bit.

"How would you know?" Bulma could feel how he moved his head, probably to get a look at her, but she kept her eyes shot. "How would you know what they wanted?" His chest moved a great deal as he took a deep breath.

"I don't know what you did to make me care enough for you to seem so…" He was silent for quite some time but Bulma didn't say anything. Her mind was still chaotic but the steady beat of his heart and the slow movement of his chest made her calm. "… happy when you told you were pregnant."

She felt her stomach clench and if she could she would have started crying. She knew that her pregnancy had made him happy for the last minutes of his life, but to hear it meant the world to her. His tail suddenly tensed as he spoke once again. "And if the child would adore you half as much as I adored my mother you would be the center of its world."

Bulma tightened her grip at his shirt. Never in her whole life would she have expected to hear him say such words, but he had. And he had done so to comfort her, which made her heart swell even more. "His world," she said quietly. She opened her eyes and laid back her head to look at him. Her eyes met his and she could see confusion in them. "It was a boy. He… When I was scanned I could see he had a tail."

Vegeta closed his eyes and she felt his arms tighten ever so slightly around her. Something inside her broke at the gesture and suddenly tears started to stream down her cheeks. Bulma buried her head at the base of his neck and cried inconsolably.

So what do you guys think? I know Vegeta's way of acting seems a bit un-Vegeta-like, but I think seeing some of his memories with his mother made a minor change in his attitude towards life.

Now Bulma has cried as if there was no tomorrow as some of you have suggested, but I'm not sure about the revenge-part. In this timeline it has never happened and somehow I think Bulma wouldn't want him to go around killing people for her sake. But please tell me if you think otherwise, because I'm not 100% sure what will happen in next chapter.