Chapter 9…..it's finally here….hope you all enjoy….let me know what you think…and I will continue to write more….I have a lot of ideas as to go forward with this. If you promise to review…need MORE reviews….will continue to write. What should happen with Bulma and Vegeta tonight??….we will see! Will post as soon as possible. Hope this one will tide you over until then. Tell me what you think.



Plopping down on the couch, Bulma rested momentarily. Today was the day Future Trunks would leave. She had prepared a big lunch for everyone that was attending his departure. It would seem strange without him around now; she had grown accustomed to him being there. But it was high time for him to return home, to his Bulma. She often wondered about Miri Bulma, and what life must be like. Her only son gone into another time, not sure of his return. Then, the thought that plagued her was that the future version of herself was absent from Vegeta. How hard things must be when she was never offered the chance to have the Saiyan Prince around after the androids. How different he had become. He would forever be arrogant, that would never change…but something inside him snapped when he was fighting Cell, and he had come to realize that there were other things in his life that he cared about---regardless of the fact that he said it or not. She thought deep down, that he too was regretting Trunk's return.

It had been a week since that night, and he was back to his training as always. And for that Bulma was grateful. She just couldn't stand having a mopey little prince hanging around all the time. However, it had been quite fun getting him to loosen up a bit, and get out of the trance. She giggled at the thought of it, and her cheeks began to turn red. He had in fact not gotten up to train today; she supposed it was because of Trunks. It unnerved him a bit to know that he had grown some attachment to the boy, and now he had to leave. She was proud of him, he had become a handsome young man, and quite strong. He would defiantly have a lot to tell his mother, including Vegeta's surprising turn. She admitted; it had been a shock that he reacted in the way he did, but not all out unexpected. She had known deep down that he cared; it was something that he had to find for himself.

It was already half an hour after eleven, and most everyone would be arriving soon. Everything was ready in the kitchen, just waiting for the big appetites of the Saiyans to come through. No one ever ate as much as they did, but then again they were not from this planet. A knock at the door jarred her from her trance, and she went to go see who it was. It was probably Roshi with Krillin and 18. Over the past couple of months Krillin had been spending a lot of time with the once malevolent android. Now that she was fixed, Krillin had no problem emphasizing his feelings. Roshi would want to be the one ahead of everyone else. The perverted old man would try to get a grab in before there was a crowd, and he probably suspected Vegeta would be training. Fat chance, he was not going to lay a hand on her today, and if he did there would be trouble. As she opened the door, her predictions were right on target. Roshi's eyes jumped from their sockets as she led them into the living room to wait for everyone else. Bulma was sure that her dress was leaving little to the imagination, but it was still uneasy nonetheless for him to be groping her with his eyes. There was only man that was allowed to do that, and that was Vegeta. Plus, her significant other wouldn't be too keen on the idea that the old man was feeling her up. At that, she thought it high time to go get him, so that he could keep an eye on the old man. Whenever Vegeta was around, Roshi didn't dare even take a glance at her for fear of his life. Vegeta would blast him into ashes if he so much as made a grunt in her direction.

Bulma made her way up the stairs, and opened the door to their bedroom. There lay Vegeta under the covers. It was quite an amusing site seeing him all curled up and seemingly at peace. His nightmares still occurred from time to time, and she hoped tonight he would have a better sleep. The past night he had wrestled in his sleep fighting something…or someone in his mind. All she could do hug him, hoping that the closeness would ease his mind. It did many times, but he was still fighting with these nightmares…and they needed to stop somehow soon. She didn't think she could stand to see him be tormented in his sleep anymore. The horror of Cell was over, and she couldn't understand how he was still suffering with these dreams. She was there for him now, and it just didn't make sense. It was time to talk to him about it again, but not now…she would wait until everyone left after Trunks' departure.

"Vegeta," she said silently as she sat on the edge of the bed. He didn't move, so she called his name again and touched his cheek. He only grunted and rolled onto his back.

"Vegeta…come on get up," she said with a sterner voice. He still did not reply, only grunted. She knew he was testing her. He was awake now, she just knew it; he was only playing to see how long she would stand it before she got loud. He always played this game when it was time for a party of some sort. He loathed them, but she made him go regardless. It wasn't like she didn't just have a party a week ago…and they both knew where that ended up. Bulma pouted and puckered out her lips. 'Fine if he's going to be that way…then I will do something to get his attention!' she thought.

From the edge of the bed she creped up between his legs, making sure to rub against him as she moved her mouth across his. Just as she had predicted, his eyes jumped open. He sat up with a low growl forming deep in his throat, and a glare shooting from his black eyes. She sat in his lap, giggling at the fact that she had such an effect on him.

"Woman…get off me now! What do you want?!" he snapped at her.

Bulma still sat laughing her head off. It was too much to see blush forming on his cheeks. Vegeta wasn't much of one to turn red at anything, unless it had to do with her.

"Wow Vegeta, what's wrong with you? Why are you so touchy? I merely wanted to wake you up. My, my you must have been dreaming about me for you to get into such an uproar."

"I know what your pulling woman, and it isn't going to work. I am not going to go to your juvenile gathering for anything."

"Come on Vegeta, your son expects you to be there. This will be your last chance to see him again…you know he's leaving today." She said to him with a concerned tone.

"I care not…now leave." He replied back. Bulma just rolled her eyes; some things with him would never change. A familiar grin formed on her face, and she slid back up his body, her lips touching his ear.

"Now come on Vegeta…just do as I ask, and I promise you won't be sorry later. Trunks needs you to be there, don't disappoint him," she said as she trailed little kisses down his neck. As she had hoped, he let out a little grunt of approval. He gripped his hands on her hips, digging his fingers in the material on her dress. As he pushed her off, he said," Get out of my way woman!"

She landed on her butt on the side of the bed surprised at his reaction. She hadn't expected that. Before she could justly think it over, another knock sounded on the door downstairs. She turned to look to Vegeta, but he was already in the shower getting ready. It was already twelve, which meant the rest of them were showing up. She headed to the bedroom door, ready to go downstairs, when two strong arms came around her, kissing her neck. Turning around, she met Vegeta who was already dried off and dressed. He was in his best attire, slacks and a blue shirt. He always looked so damn good when he was dressed nice, and had just been out of the shower. He moved up to her lips, kissing her before she could say anything to ruin the moment. She often had a way of doing that. Of course when she got angry, she looked so sexy. Right now he had her speechless. Kissing her neck again he said,

"You better hold to that promise tonight woman, or you will answer to me."

With that he gently pushed her towards the stairs. Flustered, she worked to catch her balance. At the bottom of the stairs everyone waited for their hostess, including the young man that she hated to part with today. Vegeta walked down slowly while everyone got seated in the kitchen. He grabbed his plate and headed to the living room couch. Just because he was there, didn't mean he had to participate with everyone. He preferred to eat alone, while the rest of them chatted away at meaningless gossip. However, from time to time his eyes wondered over towards the old man making sure his paws stayed off his woman. He would not let some dirty fool paw all over her just to get excited. He would have none of it.

As he continued to eat, the boy came over to sit with him. He so much reminded him of his mother. He had her eyes more than anything that held such a sincere image within them. Yet, he was a young man with Saiyan blood, and therefore, he was very much like his father. Vegeta had hoped that the boy wouldn't speak, but again there was another area like his mother. He had to talk about everything.

"Thank you father." Trunks said.

"For what?" Vegeta asked him.

"For being yourself. I'm so glad I had the opportunity to see you. I only wish my mom was able to have you around in the future. You're here now, and that says a lot. So thank you for everything." With that, Trunks got up and left. Vegeta sat shocked. The brat was actually proud of him, glad that he was the way he was? He had to admit, he was going to miss him. Oddly enough, it was going to be strange not having to boy nag him left and right. The woman should be proud, she had raised a fine young man regardless of the situations. No matter that he would never say it, he was glad he had the chance to see Trunks. He hoped he returned home safe.