Sharing the Same Tears
By Courtney
Part 1
That night had been perfect. The night that we made love, when he gave me a part of himself. Trunks, the boy I know held in my arms. But after that night, he had frozen himself back into the coldhearted proud Prince of the Saiyajins that he once was. Even more icier than before. He had mastered his feelings once more and turned his heart back into stone. Why, I do not know nor understand.
I felt great regret come over me as I turned down the road which I knew led to Son Goku's. I had to do this, I told myself pushing back the tears that were lashing out in attempt to escape.
~*~
I knocked once, twice and once more before Chi Chi finally answered the door and ushered me inside.
"Bulma, you don't look so good," she said in a concerned voice looking at my baggy eyes, which I had unsuccessfully tried to cover up with makeup. I smiled weakly at her. "It's Vegeta, isn't it?"
I nodded and collapsed onto a chair, loosing my battle against my tears as they rolled freely down my face, baby Trunks still in my arms. "I must be crazy if I think he truly loves me," I cried, wiping away my tears, thinking back to the past week's events as I told Chi Chi my story. "It was two days ago," I started. "Vegeta had just entered the room after his training…
"Do you realize what time it is?" Bulma asked as she stood up from the chair she was sitting on.
"So I need to finish my training at a certain time now?!" Vegeta scowls, throwing his sweat soaked towel on the table, the fact that he hadn't reached Super Saiyajin yet was obvious.
"Vegeta," she whispered in a caring way. "It's way past midnight. Two o'clock almost."
"So?!"
"You said you won't train past midnight after Trunks was born. I have enough things to worry about as it is. The least you could do, Vegeta, is to keep your promises."
"If you can't handle the brat, woman, that's your own problem. Not mine."
"He's your son Vegeta, you can't deny that. If you won't do it for me, at least do it for Trunks."
"Listen to me woman, I will train for as long as I want. There's nothing you can do to change that"
"Damn it Vegeta! It's not all about you! I have a life too!" she snapped. "Every time you ask me to do something, I do it. So why can't you do this simple thing for me?! Why? Don't you love me anymore? Don't you even care?!" He was silent. A feeling of uneasyness swept through Bulma.
"Vegeta, tell me you love me." Still he was silent.
"Tell me…" Bulma cried desperately, tears running down her face. Vegeta snorted, bringing a new suffering into her heart.
"I don't care about anybody. Love is for the weak. And that's one thing I am not. Why do you waste your time with such petty emotions woman?! They're all senseless!"
"You don't mean that, Vegeta, you don't!" she said, her voice barely above a whisper, not wanting to believe what he had just confirmed.
He sneered.
"Vegeta…how can you say such a thing?! Don't you love me?!" she spat out. How could he? Even though she'd had many fights with him, he had never ever once told her that he didn't love her. Never. Not once. Nor had he ever said that he did love her.
He scowled at her foul weeping and walked away. She knew where he was heading. The Gravity Room, as always, not even caring about how she felt. He might as well live in the damned thing! How could he? How could he?! Didn't he care?!
…The next day I packed my bags and left. I couldn't take it anymore Chi Chi! I just couldn't! I was a fool to think that that man would ever change!"
"Oh Bulma…" Chi Chi whispered, gently putting her hands on my shoulders for comfort. "He didn't mean it. You know that. And you also know how big of an ego he's got. That man would never admit to anything."
"But why Chi Chi? Why? If he really does love me…why would he deny it??" I cried, my voice cracking at the last part.
"Bulma, it's a new feeling for him. All he's used to feeling is anger and hatred. Give him some time."
"No!" I said boldly. "I've had enough Chi Chi! I can't take it anymore! I'm leaving and I'm not changing my mind!" I was crying by this time, tear after tear, fell freely down my face.
Chi Chi sat down next to me. I looked at the floor, a feeling of utter defeat coming over me. I forced myself to shake it off. No, I'm not going to let that bastard win.
"It's for the best Chi Chi," I said quietly. "It's probably better for Trunks too. I don't want him growing up with a heartless father."
"But where are you going?" Chi Chi asked after a while, no signs of support in her voice.
"Florida. I've already made bookings for a hotel."
"When?"
"This afternoon," I said, wiping away my tears with my wrist, still holding Trunks with my free hand. I saw a few tears falling from Chi Chi's eyes before she wiped them away with her sleeve.
"Oh Bulma, I hope you know what you're doing," she said, hugging me. I hugged back, careful not to squash Trunks.
"I'll call you when I get there Chi Chi," I said to her. "Promise me you won't tell Vegeta."
She said nothing.
"Promise me Chi Chi! I don't want him to find me!"
"Okay Bulma," she said quietly after a long pause. "If that's what you want." I nodded.
"Thank you," I said, hugging her again. "I'll miss you Chi Chi…" I said and left before I started crying again. I merely heard Chi Chi say something back as I drove off in my aircar. My destination, the airport.
~*~
I looked out the miniature window by my seat. Was I doing the right thing? I asked myself, already beginning to doubt my decision. I looked back at my son, sound asleep on the seat next to me. He makes small noises as he breaths. I gently wipe away the warm fluid running down his chin. I would rather Trunks had no father at all than one that would neglect him all his life. Still I felt some uncertainty deep down. I force myself to drive it out of my mind. This is my life. I'm not going to let Vegeta screw it up the way Yamcha had.
"It's my life," I repeated quietly as I wiped away the fresh droplets of tears that were on my cheek.
~*~
"Woman, where are you?!" Vegeta yelled as he marched into the kitchen. "Woman!!"
"Where is she?!" he growled throwing open the fridge door. Cursing as he found little food in it, he slammed the door back shut. "Woman!!"
'Just great!' he thought sarcastically. 'The gravity machine's smashed up, there's no food in the fridge and now, the woman's no where in sight!'
"Something's not right here," he said outloud. Normally he could've traced her down within seconds with the bond he shared with Bulma. But today, there was no sign of her. Not even a tiny spark of where she might be. All he knew was that she wasn't there.
~*~
I slowly open the door to my new home and quietly entered, turning the light on as I went. The first room in my path was the living room combined with the dinning room. I dropped my luggage and belongings by the cream colored armchair as I went to put Trunks to bed. Its been a long day. I had constantly questioned my decision throughout the flight. My mind kept going back to our last argument. The one where Vegeta... when he said... I can't even bring myself to think about it anymore. How could he? How dare he?! I bit my lip and shook myself fiercely. I don't need anyone, I told myself, over and over again.
I close the door to Trunks's room and head towards my room, when I here a knock on the door. I wonder who it could be? I didn't call for room service. I stride over, shift the door open a few inches and come face to face with the last person I expected to see. Yamcha.
"Hi Bulma."
"Hi," I said and invited him inside. "What're you doing here?" the first thing that came to my mind.
"I saw you driving to the hotel and followed you here."
"No, I meant, what're you doing in Florida?"
"On holiday. Are you okay? You don't look so good. What's the matter?" I guess I couldn't hide my exhaustion or the fact that I had been crying repeatedly. So I started explaining the situation to Yamcha.
~*~
"I hope Bulma knows what she's doing," Chi Chi muttered as he piled her clean dishes in the cupboard. "Poor thing..." she shook her head and wiped the benches again when she heard the phone ring.
She dried her hands, walked over and picked it up. "Hello, Son's residence."
"Woman, where is my mate? Is she there?!"
Chi Chi made a face. "Vegeta? No, Bulma's not here," she cringed as she heard him curse endlessly on the other line.
"Well where the hell is she?! If she was going somewhere, she must've told you something in one of your senseless blabbering sessions!"
"No Vegeta, she didn't say anything," she lied. "What's the matter? Maybe I can help."
"Well unless you know how to fix that damned gravity machine, you are of no use to me. Where's that old man? And where the hell is everyone?!"
"Didn't anyone tell you Vegeta? Bulma's parents are overseas. They're at a meeting."
"Aaaarh!! Then where the hell is that woman?!" he screamed through the phone.
"I don't know, Vegeta," she lied again. This is what Bulma wants, she reminded herself.
Vegeta slammed the phone down, tearing it in half in the process. "Where could she be?! It's not like her to take off without telling anyone. It just isn't."
~*~
"I was so scared Yamcha. Not of being with him. But of being without him. I was afraid that he won't be around to raise this child. That he wont be a dependable father when Trunks really needs him," I sobbed, choking over my words.
Yamcha put his hands on my shoulders, pulled me into his arms and held me, something Vegeta hardly did anymore.
"It's okay, Bulma. It's okay. Let it all out."
"I thought he wanted me, Yamcha. I honestly did..." I cried into his chest. "But I guess I was wrong..."
He softly hushed me and stroked my hair gently. "It's okay, Bulma. Don't worry. I'm here for you now."
I closed my eyes, letting the tears roll down my cheek freely. Looks like the tables have turned. Now Yamcha was comforting me from Vegeta. I sniffed and clutched onto him tighter. I felt him gently pull back and wipe my tears away. I open my eyes and look up at him.
"Look, Bulma, I have to go now. You gonna be okay?" he asked, I nod. He kisses me softly on my forehead, hugs me again and leaves after writing his phone number on a piece of paper.
I stare at the door for a few minutes before starting to unpack my belongings.
~*~
The rain poured heavily as Vegeta flew through the night sky. He peered left and right as he scanned the surroundings, alert for any signs of Bulma.
"Woman, where are you?!" he shouted into the air, leaving their bond wide open for any traces. He felt a mere tug on it and swung his head around towards the direction it had come from. He changed course immediately. He could feel Bulma's presence more and more clearly as he nearer but something still wasn't right, it felt like there was a barrier or something that was trying to completely block him out from his mate. He didn't give it any thought. I'll find you, woman, he smirked.
He was flying over a city now, she was in one of the buildings, he was certain. Vegeta flew down deeper into the core of the city, relying on their bond for pointers. Then he spotted her. She was in a room, in one of the taller buildings, unpacking bags.
He grinned. "I've got you now," he laughed evilly and glided in through the balcony, eyeing her every movement carefully.
~*~
I put away the last of my clothes, unaware of the being watching me closely until he came out of the shadows and showed himself, locking my eyes with his bold stare.
I back away, nervousness seething through me. "V-Vegeta? What're you doing here?" I stammer, unable to control myself as my body tense.
He says nothing and takes a step forward, leans over and kisses me on the lips. I attempt to resist. It didn't take long until I couldn't help but kiss him back. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me forward, closing the few remaining inches between us. The kiss was strong but over quickly as I realize what I was doing and push myself away from his grasp. He scowls, obviously annoyed. I felt a cold line of water slide down my cheek. I was crying again.
"No! I don't want to go back, Vegeta. I don't!" I entreated, wiping away my tears savagely.
"Woman, what're you talking about?!" he reaches for my hand. I leap back, only to find myself against the wall. He grits his teeth and lowers his arm. "Enough of this pointless nonsense! Make yourself useful and get me some food."
I snort and say a single word. "Leave."
He hikes his eyebrow and crosses his arms in his almighty posture.
"Leave," I repeat more firmly. "Now."
He frowns. "Don't assume you can tell me what to do, woman. I am the Prince of Saiyajins! I will go where I like, when I like."
"What do you want Vegeta?! Do you want to see me cry?! Is that it?! Well I'm not going to give you the satisfaction!" I spat. His eyes narrow and the agitation that filled him was eminent. I knew he wasn't used to any human speak to him boldly. "Yes, you're the Prince of Saiyajins, you've told me a million times! You're also the father to the boy sleeping in that room!" I scream, pointing to the door leading to my son's room. I take a deep breath and pause for a second before starting again.
"I don't want Trunks to grow up without a father. But I also don't want him to grow up with a father who'd do nothing but neglect him." I spoke in an undertone, surprised at my own forcefulness. His expression changes and become almost blank. I cover my head in my hands as my eyes start leaking a few droplets of tears. I can't take it anymore. This is all just a game to him. Well it isn't for me. It isn't.
"Vegeta," I say slowly, almost whimpering. I sob as I say the next few words. "Vegeta, I don't want a loveless life. I don't want a husband who doesn't love me."
I pause again and look up at him through my tear stained eyes. "Do you love me, Vegeta?"
I saw the startle look on his face before he turns sideways to avoid my gaze. "I-I--" he stumble over his words for an answer. I walk over and lightly turn him so that he's facing me again.
"Tell me Vegeta," I urge. "Tell me that you love me." I held my breath as I looked into his eyes. Just then I hear the doorbell ring. I curse at the idiot who chose to come right this minute. It rings again and I let out a hiss of irritation.
"Bulma! You home?" a voice yells through the door, I recognized it instantly: Yamcha's. What the hell is he doing here?! I shove myself towards the door and yank it open, forcing myself to smile for him. He smiles back awkwardly.
"I'm sorry if I woke you up this time of night Bulma," he starts as I lean against the wall and listen, not really interested in what he had to say, "but I just couldn't bring myself to think about anything else. I still love you Bulma…and I know that you still love me too--"
His last statement had caught me completely off-guard but I manage to cut him off. "No Yamcha, it's over. You've had your chance. Now leave me alone," I'm tired of his lies.
"But Bulma…I love you…" his face sank. I started feeling guilty. Maybe my reaction was a bit harsh.
"Woman, who is it?!" I hear Vegeta's voice call from inside. I grunt and turn my attention back to Yamcha. He looks behind me and catches a glimpse of Vegeta.
"What's he doing here?!" Yamcha demanded, glaring at Vegeta. Vegeta smirked and gave him a sideways look. I bit my lip. Why couldn't both of them just leave me alone?! I wish Yamcha was miles away - Vegeta too. Some days are just like that, all bad, and this was one of those days.
I shook my head disapprovingly at them and headed towards Trunks's room when I heard him start crying.
"Ssshhh… quiet now…" I whispered softly as I rocked him from side to side. He quietened again after a while and dozed off, I glared accusingly at my unwelcome guests.
"Damn both of you to hell and back!" I hissed at them fiercely, but quietly so as not to wake my son again. I wasn't in the mood to reason. "Get out of my house."
Yamcha stared at me in disbelief. "You want me to… leave?"
"You heard me. Both of you. Get out!" Vegeta snorted at my remark. I frowned and narrowed my eyes at him. "Fine. You stay," I said grabbing my backpack which held my emergency supplies in it. "I'll leave."
I headed out the door, slamming the door behind me as I left with Trunks still in my arms. I needed to get away. Far away.
~*~
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By Courtney
Part 1
That night had been perfect. The night that we made love, when he gave me a part of himself. Trunks, the boy I know held in my arms. But after that night, he had frozen himself back into the coldhearted proud Prince of the Saiyajins that he once was. Even more icier than before. He had mastered his feelings once more and turned his heart back into stone. Why, I do not know nor understand.
I felt great regret come over me as I turned down the road which I knew led to Son Goku's. I had to do this, I told myself pushing back the tears that were lashing out in attempt to escape.
~*~
I knocked once, twice and once more before Chi Chi finally answered the door and ushered me inside.
"Bulma, you don't look so good," she said in a concerned voice looking at my baggy eyes, which I had unsuccessfully tried to cover up with makeup. I smiled weakly at her. "It's Vegeta, isn't it?"
I nodded and collapsed onto a chair, loosing my battle against my tears as they rolled freely down my face, baby Trunks still in my arms. "I must be crazy if I think he truly loves me," I cried, wiping away my tears, thinking back to the past week's events as I told Chi Chi my story. "It was two days ago," I started. "Vegeta had just entered the room after his training…
"Do you realize what time it is?" Bulma asked as she stood up from the chair she was sitting on.
"So I need to finish my training at a certain time now?!" Vegeta scowls, throwing his sweat soaked towel on the table, the fact that he hadn't reached Super Saiyajin yet was obvious.
"Vegeta," she whispered in a caring way. "It's way past midnight. Two o'clock almost."
"So?!"
"You said you won't train past midnight after Trunks was born. I have enough things to worry about as it is. The least you could do, Vegeta, is to keep your promises."
"If you can't handle the brat, woman, that's your own problem. Not mine."
"He's your son Vegeta, you can't deny that. If you won't do it for me, at least do it for Trunks."
"Listen to me woman, I will train for as long as I want. There's nothing you can do to change that"
"Damn it Vegeta! It's not all about you! I have a life too!" she snapped. "Every time you ask me to do something, I do it. So why can't you do this simple thing for me?! Why? Don't you love me anymore? Don't you even care?!" He was silent. A feeling of uneasyness swept through Bulma.
"Vegeta, tell me you love me." Still he was silent.
"Tell me…" Bulma cried desperately, tears running down her face. Vegeta snorted, bringing a new suffering into her heart.
"I don't care about anybody. Love is for the weak. And that's one thing I am not. Why do you waste your time with such petty emotions woman?! They're all senseless!"
"You don't mean that, Vegeta, you don't!" she said, her voice barely above a whisper, not wanting to believe what he had just confirmed.
He sneered.
"Vegeta…how can you say such a thing?! Don't you love me?!" she spat out. How could he? Even though she'd had many fights with him, he had never ever once told her that he didn't love her. Never. Not once. Nor had he ever said that he did love her.
He scowled at her foul weeping and walked away. She knew where he was heading. The Gravity Room, as always, not even caring about how she felt. He might as well live in the damned thing! How could he? How could he?! Didn't he care?!
…The next day I packed my bags and left. I couldn't take it anymore Chi Chi! I just couldn't! I was a fool to think that that man would ever change!"
"Oh Bulma…" Chi Chi whispered, gently putting her hands on my shoulders for comfort. "He didn't mean it. You know that. And you also know how big of an ego he's got. That man would never admit to anything."
"But why Chi Chi? Why? If he really does love me…why would he deny it??" I cried, my voice cracking at the last part.
"Bulma, it's a new feeling for him. All he's used to feeling is anger and hatred. Give him some time."
"No!" I said boldly. "I've had enough Chi Chi! I can't take it anymore! I'm leaving and I'm not changing my mind!" I was crying by this time, tear after tear, fell freely down my face.
Chi Chi sat down next to me. I looked at the floor, a feeling of utter defeat coming over me. I forced myself to shake it off. No, I'm not going to let that bastard win.
"It's for the best Chi Chi," I said quietly. "It's probably better for Trunks too. I don't want him growing up with a heartless father."
"But where are you going?" Chi Chi asked after a while, no signs of support in her voice.
"Florida. I've already made bookings for a hotel."
"When?"
"This afternoon," I said, wiping away my tears with my wrist, still holding Trunks with my free hand. I saw a few tears falling from Chi Chi's eyes before she wiped them away with her sleeve.
"Oh Bulma, I hope you know what you're doing," she said, hugging me. I hugged back, careful not to squash Trunks.
"I'll call you when I get there Chi Chi," I said to her. "Promise me you won't tell Vegeta."
She said nothing.
"Promise me Chi Chi! I don't want him to find me!"
"Okay Bulma," she said quietly after a long pause. "If that's what you want." I nodded.
"Thank you," I said, hugging her again. "I'll miss you Chi Chi…" I said and left before I started crying again. I merely heard Chi Chi say something back as I drove off in my aircar. My destination, the airport.
~*~
I looked out the miniature window by my seat. Was I doing the right thing? I asked myself, already beginning to doubt my decision. I looked back at my son, sound asleep on the seat next to me. He makes small noises as he breaths. I gently wipe away the warm fluid running down his chin. I would rather Trunks had no father at all than one that would neglect him all his life. Still I felt some uncertainty deep down. I force myself to drive it out of my mind. This is my life. I'm not going to let Vegeta screw it up the way Yamcha had.
"It's my life," I repeated quietly as I wiped away the fresh droplets of tears that were on my cheek.
~*~
"Woman, where are you?!" Vegeta yelled as he marched into the kitchen. "Woman!!"
"Where is she?!" he growled throwing open the fridge door. Cursing as he found little food in it, he slammed the door back shut. "Woman!!"
'Just great!' he thought sarcastically. 'The gravity machine's smashed up, there's no food in the fridge and now, the woman's no where in sight!'
"Something's not right here," he said outloud. Normally he could've traced her down within seconds with the bond he shared with Bulma. But today, there was no sign of her. Not even a tiny spark of where she might be. All he knew was that she wasn't there.
~*~
I slowly open the door to my new home and quietly entered, turning the light on as I went. The first room in my path was the living room combined with the dinning room. I dropped my luggage and belongings by the cream colored armchair as I went to put Trunks to bed. Its been a long day. I had constantly questioned my decision throughout the flight. My mind kept going back to our last argument. The one where Vegeta... when he said... I can't even bring myself to think about it anymore. How could he? How dare he?! I bit my lip and shook myself fiercely. I don't need anyone, I told myself, over and over again.
I close the door to Trunks's room and head towards my room, when I here a knock on the door. I wonder who it could be? I didn't call for room service. I stride over, shift the door open a few inches and come face to face with the last person I expected to see. Yamcha.
"Hi Bulma."
"Hi," I said and invited him inside. "What're you doing here?" the first thing that came to my mind.
"I saw you driving to the hotel and followed you here."
"No, I meant, what're you doing in Florida?"
"On holiday. Are you okay? You don't look so good. What's the matter?" I guess I couldn't hide my exhaustion or the fact that I had been crying repeatedly. So I started explaining the situation to Yamcha.
~*~
"I hope Bulma knows what she's doing," Chi Chi muttered as he piled her clean dishes in the cupboard. "Poor thing..." she shook her head and wiped the benches again when she heard the phone ring.
She dried her hands, walked over and picked it up. "Hello, Son's residence."
"Woman, where is my mate? Is she there?!"
Chi Chi made a face. "Vegeta? No, Bulma's not here," she cringed as she heard him curse endlessly on the other line.
"Well where the hell is she?! If she was going somewhere, she must've told you something in one of your senseless blabbering sessions!"
"No Vegeta, she didn't say anything," she lied. "What's the matter? Maybe I can help."
"Well unless you know how to fix that damned gravity machine, you are of no use to me. Where's that old man? And where the hell is everyone?!"
"Didn't anyone tell you Vegeta? Bulma's parents are overseas. They're at a meeting."
"Aaaarh!! Then where the hell is that woman?!" he screamed through the phone.
"I don't know, Vegeta," she lied again. This is what Bulma wants, she reminded herself.
Vegeta slammed the phone down, tearing it in half in the process. "Where could she be?! It's not like her to take off without telling anyone. It just isn't."
~*~
"I was so scared Yamcha. Not of being with him. But of being without him. I was afraid that he won't be around to raise this child. That he wont be a dependable father when Trunks really needs him," I sobbed, choking over my words.
Yamcha put his hands on my shoulders, pulled me into his arms and held me, something Vegeta hardly did anymore.
"It's okay, Bulma. It's okay. Let it all out."
"I thought he wanted me, Yamcha. I honestly did..." I cried into his chest. "But I guess I was wrong..."
He softly hushed me and stroked my hair gently. "It's okay, Bulma. Don't worry. I'm here for you now."
I closed my eyes, letting the tears roll down my cheek freely. Looks like the tables have turned. Now Yamcha was comforting me from Vegeta. I sniffed and clutched onto him tighter. I felt him gently pull back and wipe my tears away. I open my eyes and look up at him.
"Look, Bulma, I have to go now. You gonna be okay?" he asked, I nod. He kisses me softly on my forehead, hugs me again and leaves after writing his phone number on a piece of paper.
I stare at the door for a few minutes before starting to unpack my belongings.
~*~
The rain poured heavily as Vegeta flew through the night sky. He peered left and right as he scanned the surroundings, alert for any signs of Bulma.
"Woman, where are you?!" he shouted into the air, leaving their bond wide open for any traces. He felt a mere tug on it and swung his head around towards the direction it had come from. He changed course immediately. He could feel Bulma's presence more and more clearly as he nearer but something still wasn't right, it felt like there was a barrier or something that was trying to completely block him out from his mate. He didn't give it any thought. I'll find you, woman, he smirked.
He was flying over a city now, she was in one of the buildings, he was certain. Vegeta flew down deeper into the core of the city, relying on their bond for pointers. Then he spotted her. She was in a room, in one of the taller buildings, unpacking bags.
He grinned. "I've got you now," he laughed evilly and glided in through the balcony, eyeing her every movement carefully.
~*~
I put away the last of my clothes, unaware of the being watching me closely until he came out of the shadows and showed himself, locking my eyes with his bold stare.
I back away, nervousness seething through me. "V-Vegeta? What're you doing here?" I stammer, unable to control myself as my body tense.
He says nothing and takes a step forward, leans over and kisses me on the lips. I attempt to resist. It didn't take long until I couldn't help but kiss him back. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me forward, closing the few remaining inches between us. The kiss was strong but over quickly as I realize what I was doing and push myself away from his grasp. He scowls, obviously annoyed. I felt a cold line of water slide down my cheek. I was crying again.
"No! I don't want to go back, Vegeta. I don't!" I entreated, wiping away my tears savagely.
"Woman, what're you talking about?!" he reaches for my hand. I leap back, only to find myself against the wall. He grits his teeth and lowers his arm. "Enough of this pointless nonsense! Make yourself useful and get me some food."
I snort and say a single word. "Leave."
He hikes his eyebrow and crosses his arms in his almighty posture.
"Leave," I repeat more firmly. "Now."
He frowns. "Don't assume you can tell me what to do, woman. I am the Prince of Saiyajins! I will go where I like, when I like."
"What do you want Vegeta?! Do you want to see me cry?! Is that it?! Well I'm not going to give you the satisfaction!" I spat. His eyes narrow and the agitation that filled him was eminent. I knew he wasn't used to any human speak to him boldly. "Yes, you're the Prince of Saiyajins, you've told me a million times! You're also the father to the boy sleeping in that room!" I scream, pointing to the door leading to my son's room. I take a deep breath and pause for a second before starting again.
"I don't want Trunks to grow up without a father. But I also don't want him to grow up with a father who'd do nothing but neglect him." I spoke in an undertone, surprised at my own forcefulness. His expression changes and become almost blank. I cover my head in my hands as my eyes start leaking a few droplets of tears. I can't take it anymore. This is all just a game to him. Well it isn't for me. It isn't.
"Vegeta," I say slowly, almost whimpering. I sob as I say the next few words. "Vegeta, I don't want a loveless life. I don't want a husband who doesn't love me."
I pause again and look up at him through my tear stained eyes. "Do you love me, Vegeta?"
I saw the startle look on his face before he turns sideways to avoid my gaze. "I-I--" he stumble over his words for an answer. I walk over and lightly turn him so that he's facing me again.
"Tell me Vegeta," I urge. "Tell me that you love me." I held my breath as I looked into his eyes. Just then I hear the doorbell ring. I curse at the idiot who chose to come right this minute. It rings again and I let out a hiss of irritation.
"Bulma! You home?" a voice yells through the door, I recognized it instantly: Yamcha's. What the hell is he doing here?! I shove myself towards the door and yank it open, forcing myself to smile for him. He smiles back awkwardly.
"I'm sorry if I woke you up this time of night Bulma," he starts as I lean against the wall and listen, not really interested in what he had to say, "but I just couldn't bring myself to think about anything else. I still love you Bulma…and I know that you still love me too--"
His last statement had caught me completely off-guard but I manage to cut him off. "No Yamcha, it's over. You've had your chance. Now leave me alone," I'm tired of his lies.
"But Bulma…I love you…" his face sank. I started feeling guilty. Maybe my reaction was a bit harsh.
"Woman, who is it?!" I hear Vegeta's voice call from inside. I grunt and turn my attention back to Yamcha. He looks behind me and catches a glimpse of Vegeta.
"What's he doing here?!" Yamcha demanded, glaring at Vegeta. Vegeta smirked and gave him a sideways look. I bit my lip. Why couldn't both of them just leave me alone?! I wish Yamcha was miles away - Vegeta too. Some days are just like that, all bad, and this was one of those days.
I shook my head disapprovingly at them and headed towards Trunks's room when I heard him start crying.
"Ssshhh… quiet now…" I whispered softly as I rocked him from side to side. He quietened again after a while and dozed off, I glared accusingly at my unwelcome guests.
"Damn both of you to hell and back!" I hissed at them fiercely, but quietly so as not to wake my son again. I wasn't in the mood to reason. "Get out of my house."
Yamcha stared at me in disbelief. "You want me to… leave?"
"You heard me. Both of you. Get out!" Vegeta snorted at my remark. I frowned and narrowed my eyes at him. "Fine. You stay," I said grabbing my backpack which held my emergency supplies in it. "I'll leave."
I headed out the door, slamming the door behind me as I left with Trunks still in my arms. I needed to get away. Far away.
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