"What the heck do you mean, you're not sure???" - Bulma slipped into the chair, as her knees grew weak at the sound of Vegeta's confession.

"What do you mean, there is someone else???"

Vegeta looked at her sternly.

"I am not sure myself" - he answered her, and gazed back at the window of the kitchen - "But there is someone else I feel attracted to at this moment. And if I loved you, this wouldn't be happening."

Bulma turned her face towards the floor and tried to fight back the tears that were creeping up on her. They fell into the uncomfortable silence

"So, are you leaving?" - she asked looking straight at him, afraid that any moment she might break down in tears.

Vegeta shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know" - he said solemnly avoiding her eyes at all cost - "Not now."

Bulma stood up.

"Fine" - she answered and turned around - "Do whatever it is you want, Vegeta"

She walked out of the kitchen, and just like that her world, the world she came to know for the past two years came shattering to the ground.

Next morning she found herself completely numb, reluctant to get up. Trunks, hasn't awakened yet, but Bulma already forgotten all about sleep, and continued to stare at the ceiling.

"How could he." - the thoughts continued to haunt her - "How could he leave.. just like this."

"There is someone else, that I am attracted to" - Vegeta explained - "There is no need for me to lie."

Bulma turned onto her side and forced herself to get up. Everything in this room reminded her of Vegeta, the bed, the walls, the clothing. She sighed deeply, as she struggled to push down her overwhelming urge to cry.

"I can't cry" - she mumbled as she slowly brushed her teeth and hair, and washed her face - "I can't cry. Not now."

Vegeta was gone. He was gone since last night. She didn't know where he went, and frankly, she didn't care. All of this was unfair, it was painful and brute - but that was the reality Bulma woke up to this morning. Carefully, trying not to wake up sleeping Trunks, she descended down to the kitchen, and made herself a glass of milk. Usually, she was fairly hungry in the mornings, but this time he stomach felt gray, and her body felt broken. Bulma sighed and looked at the cold glass of milk, she continued to rotate between her two palms. The condensation from the air began to assimilate on the outer shell of the glass, as Bulma breathed out two miserable sighs.

What could she expect out of him, anyway? He was rude and incompetent, he was a prince - someone who was used to new lovers every other time. What a fool she was for believing in him, for trusting him with her heart. Bulma sighed, and before she could catch herself, hot tears began rolling down her face.

"I love you, Bulma" - echoed in her ears, as she clenched her teeth so hard her jaw went numb - "I love you."

Bulma slammed the glass on the table so hard, it shattered in a fountain of shining pieces that rained on the table and the floor, spilling milk.

"Damn it" - Bulma bit her lip, as a large piece of glass cut deep into the flesh of her hand - "Damn it."

She got the antibacterial crème and some bandages from the first aid kit on the kitchen wall, and carefully pulled out the glass. Covering it richly with the medicine, she wrapped her palm tightly in the ribbon of bandage. She then proceeded to clean up the kitchen table and floor, making sure that no glass was left to hurt anyone else. Bulma continued to breathe out sighs, for even the throbbing pain in her hand, didn't mask the excruciating pain her heart all of the sudden felt.

Trunks was especially hard to deal with, that day. The boy woke up, looking for his father - but Vegeta was gone, and no one knew where he was. He cried, calling out for his father to pick him up, and Bulma unable to settle him down broke into tears. She grabbed the kid out of his bed, and clenched him so tight to her chest a bit more and she'd squeezed him like a tube of toothpaste, and cried. She couldn't hold it in anymore, she couldn't deny herself the feeling of utter loneliness and despair, she was afraid and shattered, she was so hurt she could barely breathe. Amazingly, Trunks, settled down right in her arms, and drifted asleep. She smiled through tears, and moved a strand of lavender hair away from his face.

"You look so much like your father, baby" - she mumbled and whipped away the tears - "You have no idea".

Gulfed up in the happenings of last night, Bulma completely forgotten - today was the big picnic, when the rest of Z gang gathered around for barbeque. When she finally finished feeding the two-year-old Trunks, and settled him down for his daily nap, the bell rang and smiling Krillin and his new girlfriend Android Eighteen weren't the sight she wanted to see. Bulma pondered what they were doing here, and then it hit her. Today - they were all gathering at her place.

She felt like she was left in a dark, dark room, alone, with a crying baby at her feet. She saw herself as a little girl, frightened and unsure. She tried to keep away from tears, but they kept on rolling from her face, as if someone just forgot to turn off the faucet. Then, she saw her baby son, lying few feet away, looking with his big blue eyes at his mother. No - Bulma snapped out and squeezed a smile - she wasn't a little girl anymore, she was a grown woman, grown woman with responsibilities and duties and a baby that depended on her for survival.

"So, where's Vegeta" - Krillin asked unknowingly and Bulma cringed at the sound of that name.

"I don't know" - she answered honestly - "He left last night and hasn't returned since."

Krillin's face expressed surprise.

"Aren't you worried Bulma?" - he asked gazing deeply into her eyes, as if trying to pry the secrets out of her heart.

"Worried?" - Bulma curled her lip in a tiny smile, despite the fact that her heart was getting ready to burst with pain - "Why would I be. He's a grown man, he can stand up for himself. I'm not worried."

"Hey, Bulma" - Yamucha was right behind her, holding a glass of beer in one hand - "Are you all right?"

Bulma moved sleeping in her arms Trunks, and looked up at him, as she sat on the lush grass, in the shade.

"Why do you ask?" - she pondered trying not to let her voice shake. She had to make sure no one knew.

"I don't know" - Yamucha looked deeply into her eyes - "But I can feel it when you're upset. Plus, you're not as happy as usual - it must be something big."

Bulma smirked and closed her eyes. For all that, time that they were together, and all that time they were apart, Yamucha had a knack of pinpointing the exact moments of when she was really upset. Call it connection, call it whatever you'd like - but unlike everyone else, who simply failed to notice, Yamucha wasn't so easy to fool.

"Well?" - he made himself comfortable beside her, and sat the glass of beer on the ground - "I'm here to listen if you need someone to talk to."

Bulma looked at him again.

"I'm fine, silly" - she burst out with a smile - "I'm just a little bit tired."

However, Yamucha's eyes weren't buying it.

"Liar." - he answered in a serious tone, his face waiting for the truth. - "Tell me what's wrong? Vegeta hit you?"

Bulma looked at him, without the fake smiles, tears ready to burst out of her eyes.

"No, he never touched me in anger."

"Then what's wrong?"

She stared at the ground for a moment, and then raised her eyes at him.

"He left me, Yamucha." - she answered and her voice shivered with immense pain her heart was pierced with. - "He left me for another."