Author's Notes: Sorry it took so long. In this chapter it explains why Vegeta died. Then towards the end she goes to Goku. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next day came, and Bulma didn't wake up to the sound of the alarm clock going beep, beep, beep, but by the warm sunshine flooding through the windows filling her room with sunlight.

But on the inside there was no warmth or sunshine for Bulma. There was no new day with another start. Inside it was cold and lonely, and it was as bad as the day before.

She didn't stay there to savor the feeling of sunshine and the sweet morning air, as she did every morning. She got up, and tried to get Vegeta out of her mind.

As she walked down the hall, a robot came down beeping to tidy up the room. The house was empty. Bra was with Pan a Gohan's house. Bulma wasn't emotionally stable enough to take care of her daughter. Trunks was also taking a leaf of absence from work. He was crushed as well.

To Trunks, his father had always been the most powerful person in the universe. He always had the idea that Vegeta was invincible. Even though hr grew more sense, he never really could grasp the idea that his father would one day die.

He didn't go to the funeral with everyone else. He grieved over the absence of his father after everyone left.

Bulma trudged into the kitchen and sat at the table. Another robot came in and was about to start preparing breakfast when Bulma stopped it.

"It's ok. I'm not really hungry anyway." Bulma said with her chin resting on her folded arms. The robot turned around and left. She didn't have an appetite and if she did, than maybe doing something would take her mind off Vegeta. She used to cook a lot for Vegeta. Sometimes she still did. She remembered how when she got mad, she'd make him cook.

Flashback

"Damnit I'm a saiyan warrior! Do I look like a chef!?!" Vegeta screamed at Bulma. She had on her working clothes and was about to go into the basement.

"Well I can't do it for you, I have to go clean up your mess." Bulma said putting on a pair of gloves.

"Can't you make my lunch, and then go fix the damned gravity machine?" Vegeta complained. Bulma looked at him with an expression of disbelief.

"Considering your appetite? I don't have the entire afternoon to make your lunch, you did more than blow up the gravity machine."

"What did I do?"

"You turned the gravity up too freakin high genius. The power in the rest of the house is gone."

"Point being?" Vegeta said. Bulma sighed in frustration just leaving him there while she went down the dark stairs with a flashlight.

Vegeta knew what her point was though. He wasn't stupid. He just thought it was fun to get her frustrated.

As his stomach grumbled, Vegeta immediately regretted turning the gravoty machine on that high. What was he supposed to do for lunch?!? He went into the kitchen and went into the fridge. This couldn't be that hard. After vividly remembering Frieza, he felt pathetic about even fretting.

"Now let's see," Vegeta mumbled to himself going through the fridge. Bulma had put ice in it because it was off.

He looked around, shifting through the lairs of ice on each shelf. He saw some bread towards the back and grabbed it. He decided to make a sandwich. When he got his head out of the fridge he pulled a plate out of the cupboard, and placed it on the counter. He unwrapped the wirey thing that wrapped around the opening of bread when you bought it. He was going to make a sandwich. When he opened it, his nose immediately stung and he through the bread against the wall to get it away from him.

"AHH! Shit! AHH! IT STINGS!!!" Vegeta yelled as his eyes watered. He covered his nose and ran over to the bread. He picked it up and ran to a window, opened it as fast as he could and through it with his saiyan strength. It flew towards the sky and where it landed was anyone's guess.

When Vegeta went up to get the fresh scented aerosol can, he ended up using it until the pressure in the can was about gone.

After that was done, Vegeta went and got some canned corn out of the pantry, after making sure it was good, he put the can in the microwave.

"Now let's see, what else can we make in the microwave." Vegeta mumbled to himself. He then decided to warm up the corn first, and than look for a meat. The tin can was in the microwave so he just set the time to five minutes and waited.

After a while the can started sparking and Vegeta, wondering if this was supposed to happen. After a few seconds the microwave blew up leaving part of the base to be oozing with some gooey corn that had smashed against part of the sides. The rest was hanging all around the kitchen, along with pieces that were once part of a microwave.

"VEGETA! WHAT WAS THAT!?!" an angry voice sounded from downstairs.

"Uh, nothing!" Vegeta yelled hopefully.

Despite what he said, footsteps thundered up the stairs and Bulma looked in horror at the mess in the kitchen.

End Flashback

A small smile came to Bulma's face as she pictured that. Vegeta had tried to explain what happened, and later on they laughed about it as Vegeta recalled the memory and Bulma could picture it as clearly as day.

She wondered what it would be like if Vegeta had been here to remember that with her. She could see him slightly smiling at the memory. Vegeta was sometimes tough, and he acted like it, but he was always something softer. But he couldn't show that, because he was supposed to be a strong warrior, and warriors didn't have emotions. But when he smiled, he seemed so kind, and warm. Bulma loved his small smile, as she pictured him sitting across he table from her, smiling.

She then broke and started to cry. Damnit! Why couldn't he be here? Why did he have to die! Damnit! Damnit!

She wished she had seen it sooner. That damned disease! Why hadn't she looked for it sooner. If she paid attention to it sooner, maybe she could of found a cure.

Flashback, again

Over the past few weeks Bulma noticed how Vegeta seemed to have less energy. He gradually started training a little bit less, lower gravity and less time in there. He was becoming more restful, and a little bit more quiet. He spent a little bit more time with her, admiring her a little more. Being more appreciative.

Bulma didn't say anything, she enjoyed more time with Vageta. But after a while something seemed wrong. Instead of vigorously working for hours at a time, he'd spend less than ten minutes in there, coming out with a look that he only wore after he gave up arguing with Bulma. Like he was saying this is useless, what's the point in doing this anymore? Bulma tried to excuse it by saying maybe she somehow misread his expression and maybe he was just sick of training twenty-four seven.

After a while Vegeta stopped eating. He was getting paler, and his energy seemed to fade away. He was starting to stay up later, despite the fact he was getting even more tired than usual. He'd make a fire, and sit in an armchair in front of the flames until it was ash. He'd sit their resting his head in his arm, seeming kind of distant.

Sometimes Bra would com in, wondering if something was wrong. When he'd be silent, showing only something a small smile. She'd just stick her arms up in the air, and Vegeta would grab her from under her arms and bring her up to his lap. She'd just sit on his knee, leaning up against him slowly falling asleep.

One night while Vegeta was putting the wood in the fireplace, Bulma came in. She felt bad for procrastinating about this for so long. As she came in, Vegeta turned around and clapped his hands together, getting rid of the dirt on them.

"Hello," he said with a small smile.

"Vegeta," Bulma started but suddenly stopped. Vegeta was waiting for her to say something. She sighed. "Vegeta what's wrong?" Bulma asked. A bit of worry flashed his face for barely a second. He bit his lower lip and looked at the ground.

"Nothing, I'm ok. Wh..." Vegeta started. Bulma suddenly looked angry.

"Don't lie to me!" Bulma suddenly snapped, taking one step closer. Vegeta however stood his ground, his eyes shifting from the floor to her eyes, and then back at the floor.

"Look at my eyes!" Bulma yelled. Vegeta did so, and then noticed she was ever so slightly tearing. "Now tell me what is wrong." she demanded. Vegeta then sighed.

"I'm sick." he said.

"Do know what it is?" Bulma figured it was something big. Being a saiyan, he had a strong immunity.

"I know exactly what it is." Vegeta slowly whsipered. He paused for a moment. "Realey morte." he said.

"What is it?" Bulma asked not sure if she wanted to hear.

"Roughly translated from tuffle," he paused. "it is something like royal death. It only shows up in the royal family. Every saiyan king or prince that doesn't die in battle will die of realey morte. It only shows up in the royal family. There is no cure."

Bulma's lower lip started quivering, and single tear came down.

"There has to be a cure," she said. "Maybe I can fin..."

"There is no cure! Saiyan's have been searching for a cure for generations. Do you want to know how far we came? No where! Nothing was found, we made no progress! We don't even know what it is!" Vegeta suddenly yelled. Bulma looked at the ground. Her head was suddenly spinning. A whirlwind of thoughts within her mind. Everything seemed blurred. This was impossible! Saiyan's were supposed to have longer life spans.

"What about Trunks, and Bra?!" Bulma asked.

"I don't know. Maybe, maybe not. They are as much human as they are saiyan. Maybe because of their human genes they won't get it. But it's unsure." Vegeta said.

The next morning Bulma woke up earlier than usual. She was going to scan his body for any type of virus and infection with an old machine she made a while back. What it did was find the problem and then within a certain amount of time create the anti cell, which would then go the body and attach themselves to the virus, and eventually kill them. The problem with the saiyans not finding anything out about it didn't scare her one bit. Maybe they didn't have the technology she did.

When Vegeta saw it, he thought it was a little odd.

"Just lie down on that table." Bulma said. Vegeta hesitated, but then got on it and lied down. In front of it, down towards his feet, there was another table of equal length, but it looked would fold out. Vegeta could guess what was going to happen.

As soon as Vegeta was ready, the table below him elevated upwards, and the folded over him. It was bearly a foot above him and Vegeta didn't like the small environment. It made him feel claustrophobic. In a few moments he heard a small buzzing as the table above him started lightly growing green. A darker line of green, started to form above his face. It started to go down, than it bounce back up and then bounce back down going back and forth.

Bulma was down by the controls. She was looking onto the monitor, which was show the imprint of something that resembled a troll. Bulma noticed real dark red areas on it though. Most of it actually. That wasn't good news. It meant that he was sick. Badly. If it showed blue, you were in excellent shape, green was ok, yellow was a cold or flu, red was death. Dark red...

But that was ok. The machine would create anti versions and Vegeta would be ok. Vegeta was done in about two minutes and Bulma told him the results, but he wasn't surprised.

"... and red is death. Parts of you are dark red." Bulma said quietly. Vegeta nodded. His face was blank. No sadness, no surprise. There wasn't even relief, after she reminded him of the cure. Vegets just nodded and looked at the ground again.

After the machine finished finding the cure, it took a while to give the amount of time to figure how long it would take to create. Then it answered.

"Seventy-two hours, twenty three minutes and forty six seconds." it said.

Two days later, half an hour before the cure was finished, Bulma came to wake to Vegeta up. Only to find he wouldn't wake up.

Frantically, she went to Goku's to ask for the Dragonballs he collected last week when he got bored. After hearing why, he immediately brought them out and the dragon rose right in front of Goku's house.

Bulma made her wish, but found the dragon couldn't bring him back if he died of natural causes.

End Flashback

Bulma hated that memory. She could have cured him too! If she paid attention, and not ignored him.

She then remembered the funeral and what Goku said. She didn't go to his house yesterday because she needed to adjust to this first, but now she decided maybe she should go. She needed to talk.

She grabbed a coat and went out. Now that it was windy, and the middle of November it was a little bit chilly. She didn't change out of her morning robe, she was plenty covered up and Goku wouldn't mind.

She started the car and was on her way to Goku's.

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Not as good as chapter 1? Figured. Sorry this chapter stunk, I was going to write about her at Goku's at the end of this chap, but I decided to do it next time. Chapter three will be out soon enough, and maybe I have some more things to write about. It will be shorter so it will come out sooner. Review! I need reviews!! Oh, and I almost forgot.

Thank-you Secretsquirl, SCAV, Trunks888, Jessica, MoonFairy, anastashia, Lauryn, Nekoni, Majin Launch, Dark Eternal, and Ana. Thank-you!!!!!!!!