This is going to be my third fanfic. I really never got a lot of reviews on
my other ones but I love to write and I'm not going to stop just because of
low ratings. *sigh* R&R. (This has to be very boring as a pre-story
paragraph. So let me try this again [to perk it up])
Hi! This is going to be my third fanfic! Hope you like it! Rubber duckies
are small but have a lot of squeak to them! Squeak- Squeak! ^_7^ ( has a
nose sniff sniff! [You smell pretty])
Chapter One
Capsule Corps.
Vegeta had been up every night now for the past couple of weeks. He hasn't been thinking straight and he knows why. He's not happy with his marriage and Bulma knows it. Yet she continues to put on a play just to make it seem like they have a perfect family. He had attempted to tell Bulma that their marriage just isn't working out but Bulma won't hear it. Today was the day that he had to tell her straight forward without any "if's", "and's" or "but's".
Vegeta went down stairs after his steamy shower to go and tell Bulma the truth about their marriage. As he approached the kitchen he could smell her burning the toast already.
He quickly ran into the kitchen and pulled the toast out of the toaster without getting burned.
Bulma turned around and smiled. "Thanks hun, I was just about to pull those out." She looked at the crispy pieces of bread. "Hope you like them well- done." She joked.
Vegeta grunted as he passed her. "We need to talk woman." He said as he sat down.
"About what dear?" Bulma answered, though she already went through this routine with him at least three times a week.
"You know perfectly well what I'm talking about." Bulma was silent. "And don't try to change the subject like you always do." he added.
"Vegeta I thought we agreed on going to counseling. We can work this out. I know it." Vegeta heard the amount of hope in her voice but brushed it off and continued.
"No, YOU implied that all on your own. I agreed to nothing of the sort. For the past weeks all you have been doing is acting as if our marriage IS working out when you know it ISN'T."
With that Bulma broke into throaty sobs. "Vegeta, I just want to save our marriage!"
"I want a divorce! I can't take it any more!" Bulma looked at him with tears dangling from her lower eye lids, reflecting her blue eyes.
"You can't take what anymore?!? My love? Our children? Our home? Me?!?"
"The pain! The anger! The emptiness! I love you Bulma (she gasped when she heard him say her name) but I need to be alone. I hope you can respect that." He pulled out a bunch of papers. The papers that Bulma had been trying to avoid for all these weeks. The divorce papers.
"My parts are all filled out." He handed her a pen. "Your parts are untouched. You can take your time in filling them out but just to let you know.I found an apartment and a job so I'll be moving out in about three days."
Bulma felt her world crumble beneath her as these words escaped her soon to be ex-husband's lips. But she could not deny him happiness. She nodded her head as he got up from the table, headed upstairs and it was now safe to assume he was packing.
'How am I going to pull through without you, Vegeta? I can manage well financially but when it comes to romance.love and all of those other things in life that are worth fighting for.I'm broke.' Bulma dried her tears as she struggled to fill out the retched forms which released her husband from her reach.
About 5 months later at Satan City Child Care Center.
Vegeta had been doing well on his own. He now had an apartment, new friends and a job no one would have imagined him to be good at. He was now a licensed pediatrician. For years he had been going to night school (college, don't ask how) and all of his hard work paid off.
He had often called Bulma to see how she was managing and to check up on the kids. Just awhile ago, ChiChi had done some research on the top schools for pre-teens and teens (Goten is now eleven [sixth grade] and Trunks is thirteen [eighth grade]) and had found a boarding school for boys that included a lot of college credits and scholarships. ChiChi gave in and sent Goten there and Bulma had sent Trunks along so that they both could have a close friend. Bra was doing just fine and she went to day care now which left Bulma with a lot of time to get work done. Bulma never sounded happier. And she was (^_^.)
Even though Vegeta now had a home and a job he still felt an empty hole in his heart. He was lonely. No one could ever fill Bulma's place but he needed a companion.
Vegeta was invited to attend a dinner- get together at the Son house but he doubted that he would have time to be able to make it on time.
"Dr. Vegeta! I have your files here along with some patient logs that you need to review." Said his secretary, Gladis.
"Thank you Gladis." He grabbed the papers as he stepped into his office. It was oval shaped, painted deep blue, filled with beautiful iron (think IKEA) furniture and he had a lot of pictures scattered around his office. Mostly of his patients. He had few of his.past family. He also had a box labeled "Trunks" for the letters he received from his son while away at boarding school.
He sat down and started to examine the papers before him. His work was taken seriously, leaving not much time for training (normally, he would drive out of the city and into an isolated forest to spar.)
He glanced up at the clock, it was 7:30. He sighed and went back to working. He was done at eight and decided to head over to ChiChi's anyway.
Son House (Vegeta Arrives)
A full Goku answered the door. "Oh! Hey Vegeta! What are you doing getting here so late?"
"Well, unlike you Kakkarot, I actually have a real job in this real world and commit to it."
"Ouch.Well.uhm.come inside." Said a now hurt Goku.
Vegeta walked into the kitchen to meet familiar faces.
"Well, it's about time you showed up!" said ChiChi. "I know you have a job and everything now but you can't expect everyone to wait for you when they have families to feed!"
"I came didn't I?" questioned Vegeta as he furrowed a brow.
"Yes," perked up another voice. "You did."
Vegeta was happy to see that Bulma wasn't going to make tonight awkward.
Another man walked into the room, assumingly coming from the bathroom because the sound of a toilet flushing was present.
"Hey Vegeta. Long time no see." It was Gohan. And for some reason Vegeta was now very nervous and excited at the same time. But he just gave the younger man a nod to acknowledge he heard him.
"So I heard you're a kid doc. Am I right?" asked Gohan.
Vegeta only nodded again because words ceased to exist in Gohan's presence. The room suddenly became unbearably hot. Vegeta was perspiring and was looking Gohan up and down. Everyone except Gohan and Goku seemed to catch on to Vegeta's strange behavior towards Gohan's appearance in the room. ChiChi and Bulma of course. They both sat there speechless as Vegeta turned to leave.
"Where are you going?!?" yelled Gohan.
"---I---I have to be getting home now. I shouldn't have come." Vegeta lied. He was very happy to have had the chance to come. A chance to see exactly what he was missing.or better yet, WHOM he was missing.
With that he flew off.
Chapter One
Capsule Corps.
Vegeta had been up every night now for the past couple of weeks. He hasn't been thinking straight and he knows why. He's not happy with his marriage and Bulma knows it. Yet she continues to put on a play just to make it seem like they have a perfect family. He had attempted to tell Bulma that their marriage just isn't working out but Bulma won't hear it. Today was the day that he had to tell her straight forward without any "if's", "and's" or "but's".
Vegeta went down stairs after his steamy shower to go and tell Bulma the truth about their marriage. As he approached the kitchen he could smell her burning the toast already.
He quickly ran into the kitchen and pulled the toast out of the toaster without getting burned.
Bulma turned around and smiled. "Thanks hun, I was just about to pull those out." She looked at the crispy pieces of bread. "Hope you like them well- done." She joked.
Vegeta grunted as he passed her. "We need to talk woman." He said as he sat down.
"About what dear?" Bulma answered, though she already went through this routine with him at least three times a week.
"You know perfectly well what I'm talking about." Bulma was silent. "And don't try to change the subject like you always do." he added.
"Vegeta I thought we agreed on going to counseling. We can work this out. I know it." Vegeta heard the amount of hope in her voice but brushed it off and continued.
"No, YOU implied that all on your own. I agreed to nothing of the sort. For the past weeks all you have been doing is acting as if our marriage IS working out when you know it ISN'T."
With that Bulma broke into throaty sobs. "Vegeta, I just want to save our marriage!"
"I want a divorce! I can't take it any more!" Bulma looked at him with tears dangling from her lower eye lids, reflecting her blue eyes.
"You can't take what anymore?!? My love? Our children? Our home? Me?!?"
"The pain! The anger! The emptiness! I love you Bulma (she gasped when she heard him say her name) but I need to be alone. I hope you can respect that." He pulled out a bunch of papers. The papers that Bulma had been trying to avoid for all these weeks. The divorce papers.
"My parts are all filled out." He handed her a pen. "Your parts are untouched. You can take your time in filling them out but just to let you know.I found an apartment and a job so I'll be moving out in about three days."
Bulma felt her world crumble beneath her as these words escaped her soon to be ex-husband's lips. But she could not deny him happiness. She nodded her head as he got up from the table, headed upstairs and it was now safe to assume he was packing.
'How am I going to pull through without you, Vegeta? I can manage well financially but when it comes to romance.love and all of those other things in life that are worth fighting for.I'm broke.' Bulma dried her tears as she struggled to fill out the retched forms which released her husband from her reach.
About 5 months later at Satan City Child Care Center.
Vegeta had been doing well on his own. He now had an apartment, new friends and a job no one would have imagined him to be good at. He was now a licensed pediatrician. For years he had been going to night school (college, don't ask how) and all of his hard work paid off.
He had often called Bulma to see how she was managing and to check up on the kids. Just awhile ago, ChiChi had done some research on the top schools for pre-teens and teens (Goten is now eleven [sixth grade] and Trunks is thirteen [eighth grade]) and had found a boarding school for boys that included a lot of college credits and scholarships. ChiChi gave in and sent Goten there and Bulma had sent Trunks along so that they both could have a close friend. Bra was doing just fine and she went to day care now which left Bulma with a lot of time to get work done. Bulma never sounded happier. And she was (^_^.)
Even though Vegeta now had a home and a job he still felt an empty hole in his heart. He was lonely. No one could ever fill Bulma's place but he needed a companion.
Vegeta was invited to attend a dinner- get together at the Son house but he doubted that he would have time to be able to make it on time.
"Dr. Vegeta! I have your files here along with some patient logs that you need to review." Said his secretary, Gladis.
"Thank you Gladis." He grabbed the papers as he stepped into his office. It was oval shaped, painted deep blue, filled with beautiful iron (think IKEA) furniture and he had a lot of pictures scattered around his office. Mostly of his patients. He had few of his.past family. He also had a box labeled "Trunks" for the letters he received from his son while away at boarding school.
He sat down and started to examine the papers before him. His work was taken seriously, leaving not much time for training (normally, he would drive out of the city and into an isolated forest to spar.)
He glanced up at the clock, it was 7:30. He sighed and went back to working. He was done at eight and decided to head over to ChiChi's anyway.
Son House (Vegeta Arrives)
A full Goku answered the door. "Oh! Hey Vegeta! What are you doing getting here so late?"
"Well, unlike you Kakkarot, I actually have a real job in this real world and commit to it."
"Ouch.Well.uhm.come inside." Said a now hurt Goku.
Vegeta walked into the kitchen to meet familiar faces.
"Well, it's about time you showed up!" said ChiChi. "I know you have a job and everything now but you can't expect everyone to wait for you when they have families to feed!"
"I came didn't I?" questioned Vegeta as he furrowed a brow.
"Yes," perked up another voice. "You did."
Vegeta was happy to see that Bulma wasn't going to make tonight awkward.
Another man walked into the room, assumingly coming from the bathroom because the sound of a toilet flushing was present.
"Hey Vegeta. Long time no see." It was Gohan. And for some reason Vegeta was now very nervous and excited at the same time. But he just gave the younger man a nod to acknowledge he heard him.
"So I heard you're a kid doc. Am I right?" asked Gohan.
Vegeta only nodded again because words ceased to exist in Gohan's presence. The room suddenly became unbearably hot. Vegeta was perspiring and was looking Gohan up and down. Everyone except Gohan and Goku seemed to catch on to Vegeta's strange behavior towards Gohan's appearance in the room. ChiChi and Bulma of course. They both sat there speechless as Vegeta turned to leave.
"Where are you going?!?" yelled Gohan.
"---I---I have to be getting home now. I shouldn't have come." Vegeta lied. He was very happy to have had the chance to come. A chance to see exactly what he was missing.or better yet, WHOM he was missing.
With that he flew off.