A/N: I don't own DBZ.. if I did, I would spend all of my money on world domination, and I'd be ruling the world right now, so just to let you pathetic people know.

Hey everyone! This is officially my 20th fanfic! *everyone cheers* That means I'm going to update every single one of my 'continuing' fics with a chapter very soon!

Anyway, this is my very first romance story.. and I can't believe I'm writing this! If you look at all of my fanfics, there either drama, angst, action/adventure, or humor. And, a couple of years ago, I used to hate romance fics.. but now I love them. I was inspired to write my own one day, and so here I am! I promise to update this at least once a week, or once every two weeks. This takes place in the Marai timeline, a couple of weeks before Vegeta dies from the androids, and this is going to be a B/V. This is going to be filled with suspense, and yet this unmistakable aura of romance. Enjoy the first chapter! Tell me if you want me to continue!

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Undying Pride

Chapter One

She sat at the kitchen, utterly alone, but the cries of her baby boy were still echoing throughout the house. She cradled him in her hands; the precious child. She had never loved anything more than Trunks, -- of coarse, that didn't include her 'loving' husband. He was off somewhere buying her chocolates and flowers, and buying little small toys for their kid.

She needed to stop deluding herself.

Bulma gave a large sigh, still trying to calm Trunks down. How she wished Vegeta was right by her side, kissing her passionately and forgetting all life's miserable problems. There was only two words that were making every waking moment of her life a living hell -- The Androids. How ironic that Goku had died only a couple of months before they struck on their killing rampage. How much they needed him.. if Goku was still alive, the androids would be something that Bulma and Dr. Briefs could use in the metal scrap heap.

But.. he was dead..

Goku wasn't there, and will never be here again. He was gone. The words sunk in horribly inside of her heart, and she wished the words would never be true. She still remembered the day.. hell, even Vegeta looked depressed. He had been very silent at Goku's deathbed, and an unreadable look had crossed his face that day. But underneath the pride that had masked his true emotions, she saw some unbelievable hurt and pain in his onyx eyes. She knew how hard it was for him; Goku had somewhat been the closest thing Vegeta ever had for a friend. Being the last two warriors of a race, she knew they had to have some type of bond. And now,.. Vegeta was the only, last saiyan left. Once again, how ironic the game fate seemed to play, -- when Vegeta had died on Planet Namek, Goku had been the last saiyan left.. and now it was vice versa. How awful the death had been on ChiChi and Gohan..

But that's what she was accustomed to now. Death. The morbid name was a reality to the earth everyday now. She heard all types of issues on the news and radio, all the cities destroyed and erased off the face of the earth. She hated it! More than anything! How much more longer would they keep doing this?

"Gaga!"

She smiled; but the smile quickly turned into a depressing frown. Her son would be a warrior one day, as much as she didn't want to admit it, he would have to fight. It was saiyan nature to battle, and she feared her son wouldn't be any different. He would take up what his father had -- to fight the androids to the death. But Vegeta wouldn't die.. would he? No, of coarse not. He had power beyond anyone's comprehension, and he had almost reached his dream of becoming a super saiyan. He was, perhaps, the strongest fighter alive.

He could beat the androids .. he has to..

But what if he couldn't? What if someday he'd take off, and never come back? And leave her alone to raise the one child -- the one entity that brought them together? She couldn't possibly raise Trunks alone! But Vegeta was always out training; she might as well raise him by herself. A sigh broke off from her throat, and she continued cradling her only child. A noise startled her actions, and her head snapped towards the left side of the house. Vegeta.

She had always known what to say to him, but lately their relationship was quickly breaking apart. The only words they would mutter to each other wouldn't even be a 'hello', it would be nothing. They haven't spoken in weeks.. Bulma stood up, while the baby was still bundled in her arms. Enough was enough! What was going on with him? He hadn't been at home for weeks!

"Where have you been?! I've been stuck here taking care of your son for weeks! Why haven't you come home? You have a family that misses you, you know!"

Vegeta glared at her; he hated being talked to in this tone of voice.

"It's none of your concern woman. I've been off doing things that don't concern you."

"That's not an answer Vegeta!"

She'd had enough of this! Not only the threat of the androids, but now it was the threat of her husband coming home or not! What did she look like? -- one of his slaves or servants? She expected him to say something else, but instead he simply grunted and walked away to the Gravity Room. She wanted so badly just to go after him and wrap her arms around his chest and go to sleep to forget all of her dilemmas. That plan would've worked in some other dimension, but not in the world she was in. Her fantasy was way beyond anything that she'd ever will herself to do, and she wasn't about to do things above her level. Instead of following him romantically, she sat back down, tears brimming her eyes. Why did her life have to be this way? She's read a billion fairy tales; about a princess and her prince saving her from some dreaded monster, and they live happily ever after. Why couldn't her life be more like that? Ever since she'd been married to Vegeta, she thought she lived some incredible, abnormal life. Why couldn't her thoughts live up to reality?

Her son began the consistent crying once more, and it filled the empty house. Empty.. her life was empty. The house was a manifestation representing her life -- it was empty, and dust was starting to collect all over from the lack of activity. And just like the many inventions that have broke, her heart was completely broken.

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A short chapter, I know. Trust me, this fic will get a lot better. Later on, Bulma gets into trouble.. and will Vegeta help or not? Anyway, please review! I want to see if I should continue this or not!

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