"Well?" Vegeta asked.
"H-he wasn't there. I was so sure he'd be there. Chichi would never lie to me,"
"What makes you so sure about that?"
Bulma faced the prince for the first time since her parents left. "Are you saying that my best friend is a liar?!"
"Your words, not mine," Vegeta stated. He stood up and left the room.
"Where are you going?" Bulma followed after him.
"I'm going to eat. Do you want me to starve to death?!"
"Yes! That would definitely make me feel better!"
Vegeta ignored her and continued toward the kitchen. Bulma leaned against the wall, glaring at him. He then opened the fridge door, took the meatloaf and seated himself at the table. He started devouring the food.
"I can't believe you can still think of your stomach at a time like this!" Bulma whined.
"At a time like what?"
"Uh! Your son is practically out there without any food and your piggin' out here! How could you be so insensitive!?" Bulma couldn't stand to see Vegeta any longer so she stormed out of the kitchen, stomping her feet along the way.
Vegeta stared at the empty hallway where Bulma had walked out of. He faced the meatloaf but somehow, he didn't feel like eating anymore. Could it be that he was feeling ashamed of himself? No…the proud prince would never admit it to himself…let alone to anyone.
"I guess I ate too much at lunch time," he reasoned. He stood up and put the meatloaf back in the fridge.
It was midnight when Vegeta decided to hit the sack. He had spent all night watching TV and now, he needs to rest. After a shower, he got into his usual sleeping clothes…a pair of tight boxers and nothing else. He lay down on his bed but sleep wouldn't come to him that night. After almost an hour without any sleep, he had the strangest urge to go to the terrace. When he got to his destination, he saw that he wasn't first one to be there. Bulma sat there, on a stool, wearing only her silky nightgown that went all the way down her thighs, still exposing her pale beautiful legs. Vegeta stared at her for a moment before finally speaking.
"He's not just gonna fly back to you that easily you know,"
"Yes he will!" Bulma retorted, not turning to look at the prince.
"You're gonna have to wait forever for Trunks to come back!"
"If I have to, I'll do it!"
"You're crazy!"
Bulma turned to argue but her eyes widened upon seeing Vegeta in only his boxers. Her face was noticeably red. She turned her head away.
"For Pete's sake Vegeta! Get into something decent!"
Vegeta saw how Bulma was blushing and he quite enjoyed it. He decided to toy around with her some more. He came closer to where she was sitting until he was just right behind her.
"Who the hell is Pete anyway?"
"Idiot! Just go away and wear something decent will you!"
"Why? I'm decent!"
"You're walkin' around my house in your underwear! You call that decent?! Get away from me!!!" Bulma screamed, still not laying an eye on Vegeta.
"Fine! Sheesh! What's wrong with you, woman?! You act as if you haven't even seen me naked!" Vegeta complained before finally going back to the guestroom.
Bulma remained seated at the stool. When she heard the guestroom door slam shut, she relaxed. She put both arms on the terrace grills and lay her head on them. Vegeta still had the same muscular body, which she had always loved to hold all night long. She quickly shook her head.
"Ugh! Bulma! Stop thinking about those things! You know very well that you're divorced…well, at least you will be…as soon as the lawyer comes in with the complete set of divorce papers."
2:54 am. It was unusually cold. Vegeta was shaking, as he was still in his boxers. He had covered himself with a thick blanket but it was just too cold.
"I think I need a glass of hot cocoa," Vegeta got into his bathrobe and started on his way. He was about to reach the stairs when he caught a glimpse of the terrace. Bulma was still there. He marched towards her so as he could scold her for her stubbornness. When he was finally close enough, he realized that she had fallen asleep, waiting for their son. Her skin was turning pale. She was shivering from the cold. The Saiyan stared at his mate. His stare was as cold as the night yet his heart melted upon seeing how pitiful she was. He didn't want to admit it but he cared for her. He wouldn't want her to get sick now would he?
"If she gets sick because of this, it'll be another burden on my back!" he lifted his mate carefully, so as not to wake her up. Her skin was cold and clammy. Vegeta carried her to her room, which was once, theirs, and laid her on the bed. He stared at her once more…her nightgown hugged the elegant curves of her body. Her skin was as pale as the moonlight…her hair as fragrant as the smell of fresh roses…but none could surpass the beauty of her face. Vegeta began to lick his lips. Such a beautiful apparition before him…such big temptation! If only they hadn't filed a divorce!
"What the hell am I thinking!? We'll be divorced and that's it!" he shook his head and covered Bulma with a blanket.
Almost two weeks have passed since Trunks ran away. As each day passes, Bulma was becoming a stranger to Vegeta. She wouldn't answer to his yelling. She wouldn't argue. She wouldn't sleep nor eat. All she does was stare into space. Most of the time, she would seat by the terrace for hours or lock herself in her room. Vegeta was getting concerned about his wife's behavior but not to the extent of showing it to her. Little did he know that as time goes by, Bulma's mind was going dim. Her sanity was slowly slipping away from her grasp…not only because of the loss of her only child but also because of Vegeta's arrogant behavior. Insanity was creeping up on her…and there was nothing she or Vegeta could do about it.
"Bulma, come on. Just a little more!" Vegeta raised a spoonful of curry rice to Bulma's lips but she wouldn't open them. For the past several days, Bulma had eaten very little and was growing quite thin. Vegeta tried his best to make her eat more without any luck.
"Don't be a fool! Open your mouth! You need to eat or else you'll get sick!" Vegeta raised his voice but Bulma wouldn't even flinch. The prince couldn't take it anymore. He stood up and slammed his fists on the table.
"WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO MAKE YOU EAT?! DO YOU WANT TO STARVE?!" he screamed but it seems as though his mate had gone deaf. She bent her head slightly and continued to stare out into the night. Vegeta's heart throbbed against his chest. He knew that very moment that something was definitely wrong. He leaned against the fridge and covered his eyes with his hand. He was going to use a word he never thought he would…
"Bulma, please…" he went over to the table and sat beside her, "please Bulma…you can't get sick! Think about Trunks!"
"T-trunks?" Bulma raised her head a bit, "Trunks…Trunks…."
"Bulma? What's wrong?"
"Trunks…Trunks…" this was the only word that escaped from Bulma's pale lips. She continued on calling her son's name, arousing Vegeta's concern.
"Bulma! Stop it!" Vegeta grabbed his mate's shoulders, forcing her to look at him. That's when Vegeta realized how serious Bulma's condition was. He saw it in her eyes… eyes, which were once so blue, so beautiful and so full of life was now dull and lifeless. Bulma was at the brink of insanity…and Vegeta knew it. He embraced his wife's frail body, blaming himself for what had happened.
"Bulma….."