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I've been keeping myself busy with writing lately. I've been working on giving The 3 Year Gap a makeover. No major plot changes, but I've been wanting to fix that story up for a long time, and I finally was motivated to do it thanks to Writersblock42. Thank you! I have also been working on a couple of chapters for the prequel, "Anyone But Him". That story was originally a oneshot, but I have two new chapters planned for it. Feel free to read it if you haven't, and fav/follow if you're interested to see the new chapters to come!

I've also got some fun things planned for this story. I've got a timeline down for the next 5/6 chapters, and I just need the time to type them out! Thanks for your unwavering support that you've all been providing. I hope my life stays as easy as it's been for the last couple of weeks. I'm bursting with inspiration and cannot wait to bring some of these ideas to fruition. I really hope you enjoy this!

"Vegeta." Bulma breathed, dropping the hamper she had been holding.

Aside from the obvious help it was to Gohan and Chi-Chi, the housework Bulma had been doing all day had really taken her mind off the fight she'd had with Vegeta. In fact, she'd hardly thought of him at all as she scrubbed the floor on her hands and feet. The distraction of physical labor had done wonders on her own anger. And now she stood, directly across from the Prince of all Saiyans himself. Seeing him now, especially after a terrible scare of being alone, was nearly too much to take. "What are you doing here?"

He stepped further out from the trees. "I came to see when you were planning to return." He grumbled, dusting off his arms as he went.

This was the first time she was even seeing him in person since the date night they'd shared together. Despite how upset she had been with him that morning, she was now only glad that he was approaching her. Eyes widened, Bulma's lips seemed incapable of forming the words she was looking for. She had truly believed he would be spending another week (at least) in the Gravity Room before coming out to speak with her.

"Well?" Vegeta continued, a frown pursed across his lips. He stepped closer still, marked disapproval on his face. "Were you planning to drive your point home with an iron fist?"

"Vegeta," The Bluehead breathed again. She was about to smile – she felt as it threatened the muscles in her cheeks, but she refrained. She was truly glad to see him, but he was right. She needed to send her point home. Hands to her hips, Bulma turned her head to the side with mocked anger. "I'm surprised you even stopped training long enough to notice I left!"

Vegeta took a silent pause when she said this, looking her over in the moonlight as he crossed his arms. He raised an eyebrow, fighting back a smirk of his own. He knew she was faking it – that was as clear as water. If her terrible acting wasn't what gave it away, then it certainly was the calm of her own ki. "Where is the boy?"

"Well… Gohan is in the city." She dropped her defenses, putting a hand to her chin as she thought. "Trunks and Chi-Chi are both asleep. Honestly, we were going to head back as soon as Gohan got home."

"I see…" The Saiyan dropped his head back to look up at the sky. As if he were considering his options.

A moment later, and he moved closer to grab her arm. He pulled her away from the clothes line, giving a light tug to indicate that he wanted her to start walking. "Hey!" She resisted, trying to keep her voice down so it wouldn't wake the ones who were asleep inside. "Didn't you listen? Trunks is in there!"

"You said the boy is asleep. I want to show you something."

"Well, yeah, but what if he-"

"If he wakes, I'll sense it. That boy has a temper that borders your own, Woman. He'll be fighting the cushion he lays on when he realizes you aren't there with a meal."

"My temper? Oh, look who's talking!" But, nevertheless, her posture relaxed and she allowed him to guide her further away from the house. When they were a good distance away Vegeta turned, pulling her body into his own. She thought he was about to kiss her, but his hands wrapped around her waist instead.

"Ready." He muttered. It wasn't even a question.

"For what?"

He lifted her then, arranging her in his arms so he was carrying her bridal style. "Hold on."

Eyes wide, she quickly understood what was about to happen. She wrapped her arms around her neck and buried her face into his chest just in time for him to take off. Neither of them exchanged words while they were airborne, but they weren't flying for very long. She still had her face nuzzled into his chest when the Saiyan's feet came back into contact with the Earth. She looked up curiously to see where they had gone. "Wow!" She gasped, jumping from his arms before he even had the chance to set her down.

Vegeta had taken her to the bank of Mt. Paozu's lake. There was a river which came to the end of a cliff, from which water steadily fell down into the lake below. Only the sound of the waterfall could be heard in the still of the night, the moon reflecting off the swirling surface. Full and round, Bulma looked up at the sky were her large eyes.

"I've never been here at night." She breathed, turning back to Vegeta. "It's amazing…"

He was watching her with that serious expression of his, as if lost in deep thought. Slowly, he opened his mouth to speak. "You know, the full moon carries a great significance to my people."

"I know."

He continued eying her face, studying her soft features that paled under the moonlight. In a daze, he looked back up into the sky to take another look at the round sphere that was illuminating them so quietly.

He raised his eyebrows in realization, suddenly struck by an odd thought.

Where in the hell did this moon come from, anyway? Hadn't it been destroyed long ago, before his first battle with Kakarot? Yes – now that he thought of it, he specifically remembered the anger he had when he initially learned that this planet didn't even have a Moon! So where did this one come from?! What the hell was it doing hanging over the night sky now? There was some type of plot gap here… He was going to have to look into that…

Well, nevermind that now…

He turned back to the Bluehead standing before him, thinking that they had some speaking to do. But it wasn't yet time for that… Not yet. Without a tail, Vegeta was no longer capable in changing form under the light of the moon. Still, that didn't mean he wasn't struck with strong instincts upon gazing up at the night sky, standing beside her, with her hand lightly gripping his arm…

"I'm happy you came!" Bulma was saying now, breaking Vegeta from his own thoughts. "You're allowed to take time to yourself, and I don't want to make you think you shouldn't… I'm glad you do… I just wish you would at least let me say hello to you once a day. That's all I need. I just don't want to go a day without seeing you…"

In response he grabbed her hand, looking it over carefully before sliding his fingers between her own. "Well in my defense, I do have something to confess." He growled, smirking. "I am a complete asshole."

Her eyes widened at this, but before she had a chance to respond he had taken her face into his hand. Running a finger down her cheek, he studied her glossy eyes and thought, once again, that her Blue orbs were the most intoxicating thing he had seen in all of his days of living. His hand was trailing over her shoulder now to clasp around her back, admiring the crevices of her torso. She took the initiative to close the gap between them with a kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her chest against his own. Vegeta's hands were now traveling down the arch of her back before finding their way to the bottom of her shirt, giving it a slight tug.

"I'm a fool." He growled through their kiss. And in that moment he wasn't sure if he was referring to the mockery he'd made of himself during his drunkenness, or if he was referring to how he'd yelled at her earlier. She hadn't deserved it. Perhaps he was an idiot for both.

In response she broke the kiss, taking the opportunity to nuzzle her face into the arch of his neck."I'm glad you came," She whispered, as if that settled it all. This was the closest he'd ever get to actually going out and saying 'sorry'. This was his way of apology, and she appreciated it. He was still tugging at the hem of her shirt, and she stepped back to pull it off.

Clad in only her bra and pants, Vegeta looked her form up and down before pulling her into him again. She really did look amazing, especially in this moonlight. A hand went to her rear, and he began to guide her towards the water. Without speaking he removed his own shirt, tossing it in the soil below them. "I have a question for you." He growled, kicking off his shoes.

He didn't need to ask her. Bulma had already slid out of her pants, understanding fully that they were about to go for a swim. She turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "I should probably remove this too?" She asked, a finger sliding under the strap of her bra.

Vegeta responded with a smirk. "If I did it myself, I'd probably rip it."

"Well don't do that! This one's my favorite!"

He watched as she unclipped the back, tossing it onto their growing pile of worn clothes. They were both completely naked now, and he wrapped an arm around her bare waist. "I told you. I have a question." He hissed, pulling her into the water.

It was cold, but not uncomfortably. Bulma thought she'd get used to the temperature after a few minutes. She was taken by surprise when Vegeta pulled her deeper in, to the point that her feet were no longer able to touch the bottom of the lake. He protectively wrapped his arms around her, keeping her head above water as he swam them both out towards the stream that was dropping from the top of the cliff. "Woman. I have a question…"

She nuzzled into his chin now. He kept saying this. "What is it?" She finally replied.

"Have you ever been taken under a waterfall?"

"When would I have?" She lipped his jaw.

"Interesting… Good answer."

..

An hour later, and Bulma was pulling herself out from the shore. She ran a hand through her sopping wet hair, feeling a chill as the wind hit her in the shoulders. "I need to dry off before we head back, otherwise it'll look suspicious. Can you help me start a fire?"

Vegeta was walking right behind her as they went. "Perhaps," He said, stepping out from the lake. "But there is something that might work better." Her put an arm around her shoulder, lifting his other hand into the air. She listened, as a soft sound began to slowly hum around them. A moment later, and she could swear that she saw a golden hue forming around them. Her eyes widened, and she looked up to see that they had been encapsulated in some type of giant orb, heat radiating around them. She remembered the golden energy that would surround anyone who had become Super, and she wondered if perhaps this what was it was like. She turned as if to confirm, and was surprised to see that Vegeta's hair was still showing black. He had his eyes closed with marked concentration, but otherwise seemed completely unperturbed, his breaths calm and his muscles relaxed.

Her instinct was to squeeze her fingers around his arm. But she fought the urge to do this, thinking it might break his focus.

How Amazing…

A moment later, and the two of them were completely dry. She listened as the humming noise died down, and the golden hue around them began to dissipate. "How did I not know this about you?" She whispered. She turned to look at him with awe.

"There's plenty about me you are unaware of. With all you know, you've hardly even scratched the surface."

Her eyes lit up when he said this, and on her face she began to sport the most childlike and innocent smile he'd ever seen her make. "I love it!" She breathed, absolute joy and admiration in her eyes. "I love everything I learn about you!"

Love…

He felt a pang then, instantly reminded of the profession he had made to her the last time they'd been so close. He wondered if she remembered it – but then, he thought, of course she would. Bulma remembered everything. Yet she hadn't mentioned it at all. In fact, she hadn't even acknowledged that it had happened. As if she hadn't heard. As it had simply gone in one ear, and out the other…

He remembered, years earlier, when she had confessed her own feelings of love to him. In fact, she had told him this in such an early stage of their relations that she hadn't even been gestating with Trunks yet. He hadn't handled it well at all. And that was before their ship had even been built well enough to sink. Before all of the turmoil between them really started. The last time she told him this he had abandoned her for his journey into space. And she hadn't mentioned it since.

Did she still feel that way, after all of this time? After everything they'd both done?

"He's awake." Vegeta said suddenly, putting an end to their quiet moment alone. "And Kakarot's son is approaching. We need to go back."

.

Vegeta was completely blindsided by the sadness he saw in her eyes.

Kakarot's wife, who was much more disheveled and fatigued than she'd been the last time they'd crossed paths. She sat in front of him, morose the ki that enveloped her. There were black circles under her eyes, from which two dark orbs peered at everything around her with such melancholy that it almost appeared as if she hadn't seen joy in years. She looked tired, but it was much more than physical. She watched everything with such distaste. As if nothing surprised her anymore. As if she'd lived her entire life four times over, and was ready to move on. It made his stomach turn.

Things had evidently gone to hell since their last visit.

"Bulma, I can't think you enough." She was groaning, running a hand across her stomach. "I'm sorry – I wish I could do more."

"Listen, damnit!" Bulma was hissing in response. "We've already talked about this. It's fine! You'll be proud to know that Gohan got a lot of studying done today!"

It was obvious with the look on Gohan's face that this was a lie. That boy had done anything but. And yet this seemed to be the only thing that calmed the frail mother, who smiled as her eyes rolled back into her head. She sat back on the couch, her head lobbing to the side slightly. "I'm sorry," She breathed, a smile gracing her lips. "I don't know why. I feel much worse today than I have felt this entire pregnancy…"

"You used all your energy up when you were fighting me." Bulma reminded, not bothering to hide the bitterness in her voice. "You don't remember trying to hit me with the broom, do you?"

"You gave her some good swings, Mom." Gohan chimed in, as if this would help the situation.

"Yeah… sorry." Chi-Chi smiled, dozing off in front of them all. "I just really… didn't want you to have to… help…"

Bulma rolled her eyes, taking a deep breath of concern. "Gohan, we need to put her back to bed. She's still loopy."

"I can take care of her, Miss Bulma." Gohan said. "You've done enough to help us today, really!" He gestured to the refrigerator, which had been filled to its brim with a fresh supply of groceries that would last the family for weeks.

Vegeta eyed Kakarot's boy, disgusted with the sensation that was forming under his tongue. That boy had really been holding the entire home together on his own. Would this have been Trunks' life, had Vegeta chosen an alternative path?

Had he done this to Bulma when he'd left them before?

It was sickening.

"Mr. Vegeta?" Gohan asked, breaking the Saiyan from his thoughts before they had the chance to get too deep. "Before you leave... Can I ask you something? Outside?"

Vegeta crossed his arms. He knew what this would be about. In reality, he was surprised it had taken the boy this long to want to speak with him. "Fine." He smirked, nodding towards the front door. "You'd better make your point quick, boy."

Sorry for the cliffhanger! Please don't hate me!

I hope you enjoyed reading about Vegeta and Bulma reuniting. I don't think there's anything left to say about the time they spent together under the waterfall. We can all imagine what happened! I might consider writing that scene in more detail and posting it as a oneshot if you'd like me to. Thoughts?

I hope you enjoyed this. What is Gohan going to ask Vegeta? And is Chi-Chi going to start feeling better, or will she be feeling this ill until she gives birth to Goten? How will Trunks react when he meets Goten, anyway? This is all to come in future chapters! Thanks for reading!