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I do not own a thing of Dragon Ball rights. The creators are Akira Toriyama and Toei Animation.

This story contains adult language and some sex. If this is offensive to some, sorry, don't read. If not, read on. Thanks.

This takes place right after Cell's defeat and Future Trunks return to his time. This fiction describes a small part of the relationship between Bulma and the infamous Vegeta. Introducing Tuesday Cups.

Chapter One Fear Effect

It was a long ride home from Goku's memorial. I mean, the ride in my aircar was quick, but the silence extended time so much. Chi Chi was in tears, bawling all over Gohan. I couldn't help but cry along with her. A memorial of him was outside of their home, decorated lovely with large lilies that grew from the pond Goku often fished at all his life. Even Chi Chi was dressed the same as the flowers, pale blue. Gohan and Piccolo stood firm, holding the tears back, but everyone else didn't have the strength. I was crying from sadness and pride. I was proud that Goku made such a noble decision. He is a remarkable man, and I missed him so. What will his wife and kid do, I thought? I'm sure the Heavens will look after them extra carefully because of their new occupant.

As I rode home, I began to fear a terrible thought. I had one person die on me who was close. When Yamcha died, I felt apart of me die also. But the trip to Namek, and the crazy expeditions that followed brought back that adventurous side of me. I quickly stopped my mourning for him. I became young again. Bulma, the most famous Dragon Ball hunter, universal wide. Needless to say, the moment Yamcha left me, I couldn't breathe. I didn't want that feeling again. I began to fear that Vegeta was going to die on me.

After Goku's death, apart of Vegeta died, the charisma toward battle with Goku. For almost five years, Vegeta had practically lust for battle with him. That was his drive. Even thought he admitted his love toward me, I was not his reason for life. I regretted that I wasn't. I was so in love with Vegeta. He still is my everything. But I didn't have a hold on him like Goku. I was grateful, grateful that Goku helped in defeating Cell, grateful that Gohan finished him off. I was grateful because now no one has a chance of harming Vegeta, I thought. He's safe.

I stopped for a little take-out before heading home. "Some whole orders of special fried rice, a lot of egg rolls, much much chow mien and my favorite, Kung Pao Chicken should do for Vegeta and me." It was pretty quiet when I reached my floor at home. I reckoned Father and Mother went on to sleep, so I wondered where Vegeta was. "Hey, Vegeta," I yelled out. "I got some yummy take out!" Opps. I had forgotten Trunks could've been asleep. I crept into his nursery and noticed he wasn't in his crib. I freaked out. "Oh, Gawd! Trunks, my baby! Oh my Gawd, oh my Gawd, oh my Ga--" "Shhh! Shut up, stupid. He's right here." Vegeta was in the corner in the rocking chair, holding my sleeping Trunks. "Oh." "He was crying every since you left this afternoon. Your mother became tired of him, so she handed him to me. I finally got him to sleep, so keep the racket down please." "Sorry. Here, I'll lay him down." I kissed Vegeta on the lips to show appreciation and took a hold of baby Trunks. He was getting big and heavy. "Oy, I should get you a bed." Ah, Trunks as a baby, so much like Vegeta. His eyes are fierce like his father, but his compassion is shown through his smile. "So...?" I looked up at Vegeta on the other side of the crib. "So...what?" "Don't so what me! How did it go?" "Ehh? Hmm. C'mon."

With Vegeta's hand in mine, we went down stairs to the kitchen to eat. Naturally, he ate most of the food and left me with few. "It was sad. Everyone was crying, well except Gohan and Piccolo." "And you, how do you feel?" He scooted over to me at the table, grabbing my hand. "I'm glad he's dead." Vegeta was stunned when I said that. "What the hell? Glad he's dead?" "Yeah, because of his noble sacrifice, no one will threaten Earth again." "Heh. I suppose." He turned away, in a kind of disgust and agreement. "Umm, Vegeta? I need to talk to you about something." "This better not have anything to do with the fact that I didn't attend that pathetic event, is it?" "No. Vegeta, baby, don't ever die on me, okay?" "Huh, where the hell did that come from?" I was trying my best to contain my tears. "Please, I don't want you ever to leave me. I love you so much. Please don't leave." "Bulma..." I started sobbing hard. It was so hard to stop that rush of pain I brought about. Vegeta picked me up to lead me to my bed. "Stupid, I can't die so easily as that loser. I'm not going anywhere. I promise. I'm yours, death and beyond."