"For the last time Vegeta, no!" Bulma banged her fists against the lab table. Vegeta had once again, come into her lab to argue about the one thing they have been secretly fighting about for years. None of their peers ever knew about this and as the years pass, their relationship deteriorates even more.
"I'm going to get my son. I've waited for eight long years and what I say goes!" Vegeta stuck his chin up as a sign of authority. He had always wanted to be the strongest being in existence but after Goku's death, he forgot about this selfish ambition, thinking that he was now superior. When Gohan appeared in the picture, the prince thought that Kakarrot's son may be a threat to his crown and so again, pride and jealousy took over him.
"Your son?! He's my son too! And besides, just when did you become a good father to him?!" Bulma stood up straight and faced her husband.
"I am his father nonetheless and I'm taking him away with me!" Vegeta raised his voice. He started to walk away from the lab. He was going to take his son away whether his mate liked it or not. Before he could even step out of the door, he felt Bulma's fragile hands holding onto his arm tightly.
"No!" she cried, "I won't let you take him! "
"Let go of me, woman!"
"I'm not letting go! Trunks stays with me!"
"Oh? And why should he?!"
"Because I'm his mother! Every child needs a mother and every husband needs a wife which means you two can never survive without me!"
"Shut up!" Vegeta pushed his mate away but was careful enough not to hurt her…at least physically. "I'm through with you! I don't need you anymore! The only reason why I married you was because I wanted to have a son who will aid me in destroying Kakarrot!"
"What?!!" Bulma could barely believe what she heard. Her knees started shaking. Vegeta smirked, knowing that what he said had hurt his mate.
Is it true? Has Vegeta been using her all this time? "B-but," she stammered, not quite knowing what to say next, "I thought you married me…because you loved me…"
Vegeta roared in laughter…his evil laughter. Bulma sat down, shaking. She remembered everything that her husband had said on their wedding day but it turned out that those words weren't true. He was back to the way he was…the way he has always been. Sure they have fought over Trunks so many times but not to the point that Vegeta would do this…the prince never tells his wife that he loves her but he didn't say he never did either. When Vegeta saw Bulma's reaction, he decided to make her even more miserable than she already is…a habit which he just can't get rid of.
"Love you?! I never loved you! Who could love a pathetic human such as yourself?!"
Those words pierced Bulma's heart…he never did love her. And all this time she had hoped for the day that he would set aside his pride and just whisper those three words gently against her ear…but now, everything was the opposite.
"If you never loved me…why do you still make love with me?! You already have our son! Why else would you bother to take me?!" Bulma interrogated, hoping that this question would change Vegeta's mind. Vegeta, at the moment, wasn't exactly prepared for the question. He bit his lip. He was going to have to try his best not to show his nervousness…and try his best tio answer it right.
"Err…I make love with you coz…" he started, "coz there's nothing else fun to do around here! I need something to amuse me once in a while!"
That wasn't exactly what he had intended to say and it certainly wasn't the answer Bulma was looking for. She raised her hand and smacked it on her husband's face, causing a shade of red to appear on his right cheek. It was as if time had frozen still as both of them stiffened after what happened. Bulma stared hard at her hand. She couldn't believe what she had done and neither could Vegeta. Thoughts of blasting his mate into outer space crossed his mind but he couldn't bear himself to do it…for a reason he barely understood. Angrily, he faced his wife, who was standing firmly to her ground. Usually, Bulma would break down and cry during their fights but this time, she wasn't going to let Vegeta get the best of her. She knew that she had to be strong for her son and so the shouting and screaming continued.
Just outside the lab door, came the small whimper of an eight year old boy. Trunks leaned against the wall and covered his ears but try as he might, he could still hear his parents' fighting. He didn't understand what they were fighting about and maybe he is better of not understanding. When his parents' voices started to rise higher, he ran up the stairs and locked himself in his room. He quickly dove under the covers with tears streaming down his eyes.
Back in the lab, one can sense the intensity of emotions within the room. Anger had taken over the couple and both of them were not being careful of the words they chose. Both of them, unable to control their emotions.
"How dare you speak to me like that, woman?! Do you have any idea to whom you're talking to?!" Vegeta showed a fist to his mate as if threatening her.
"Yes, I do know and it's sad to say that you're my husband!!! I married you because I thought I could change you but now...," Bulma stopped in mid-sentence as she started to choke on her words. Vegeta crossed his arms, his right cheek still having a shade of red. "Now that you know that I can't be changed, maybe you shouldn't have married me in the first place!" he scoffed. The moment Bulma heard those words, it opened her eyes to the reality of her situation. She wasn't going to take one minute longer of this. She was going to end it…for good.
"For once you're right! Maybe I shouldn't have married a jerk like you!!" she demanded, "I want a divorce!"
A divorce…that's one thing Bulma never wanted to have and never thought she would have. Vegeta flashed her a look. "A divorce?!" he raised an eyebrow, "what the hell is that?!"
"Oooh you…you idiot! You never know anything do you?!"
"I'm the idiot?! You're the idiot! You never said anything about that word to me!"
"Why you…uh!" Bulma turned her back on her husband. She was furious. Vegeta thought for a moment and then turned to his wife once more. "A divorce is something bad huh?"
"It's even more than that! It's the worst possible thing that could happen between us!!" Bulma tried to control her voice but couldn't. "a divorce cancels everything that went on between us! In other words…we won't be married anymore buster!!! We won't have to be together anymore! Get it? Or do I have to rephrase that to a simpler explanation?!"
Vegeta was unable to speak. But after a while, a smirk spread across his face. Bulma knew that this was a bad sign.
"You know…a divorce would be the best thing that could ever happen to me!!" Vegeta exclaimed.
"And to me!" Bulma agreed. "I'm going to call my lawyer first thing in the morning and have him file the divorce papers immediately!" she reached for her phonebook and fumbled along the pages.
"I'll be getting myself a lawyer as well!" Vegeta walked towards the door.
"Fine!" Bulma called, "and when you're at it, tell him we'll be discussing on when the trial for who gets custody of our son will be held!"
"What custody?! What trial?! Since we're not gonna be married anymore, I'll be taking care of the kid myself!"
"Not in this planet! If you win, I'll give him to you…but if I win, I get custody of Trunks and you get the hell out of my life!"
Vegeta was too worn out to argue so he finally agreed with his wife's offer. He didn't realize it then, but he was about to lose the only person who ever cared for him.
When Vegeta finally got out of the lab, Bulma closed the phonebook. She didn't look for her lawyer's number. She was just pretending in front of Vegeta but it seems that he had wanted a divorce after all. It was only then that she thought long and hard about what had happened. But what's done is don. She opened the phonebook once more and found her lawyer's number. She was confident that she would win this case since Trunks would definitely choose her as his single parent…or would he? For the past months, Trunks has been a lot closer to his dad.
"I have to make sure…" Bulma thought, as she slowly closed the phonebook.