Chapter Two. Yamucha had to make sure he heard it right.

"He what??"

"He left me, for another" - Bulma answered, and strangely this time, she didn't feel like crying anymore.

For a moment, there was nothing either of them could say. Bulma continued to look at the fancy lacework of the tree leaves, as the sun danced on their shiny tops, while Yamucha was trying to get himself together, and come out of the shock.

"Who is she?" - he finally managed to ask.

Bulma sighed.

"I don't know, and I didn't really bother to ask. And why does it matter?"

"Because, it's your heart, your.. You love Vegeta, right?"

Bulma glared at him half angrily.

"Of course I do. What kind of question is that?"

"I'm sorry, I just am not sure what to say at this point. I.."

"It's ok Yamucha, you don't have to say anything. But thank you for caring. Oh, and another thing.. Can I ask a favor of you?"

He smiled and nodded, unsure how to feel about all of this.

"Don't tell anyone, Yamucha, about Vegeta's leaving. I don't want anyone to know."

"I won't. I promise.."

"Heyyy you two!" - It was Krillin who found the two of them again. Bulma immediately squeezed a fake smile on her lips.

"Heyyy" - she answered and shot a glance to Yamucha, calling him for the love of all sacred act natural. Yamucha grabbed his beer and grinned.

"You guys are like. totally away from everyone. Is everything ok there, Bulma?" - he asked.

Bulma shrugged her shoulders with a fake confusion.

"Of course it is. why do you think something would be wrong? It's just Trunks fell asleep and I really didn't want to him to be awakened by the noise."

"Speaking of Trunks" - Krillin smelled the air - "I think he needs a diaper change.

Bulma smelled it too and cringed.

"Oh my, you're right" - She carefully got up with Krillin's assistance. Her baby stirred in her arms but didn't wake up. "Excuse me" - she mumbled - "I'll be right back."

This was one of the longest days Bulma ever had to encounter. Pretending to be fine, while her whole heart was torn apart wasn't the easiest thing in the world - at least, Yamucha was being a good friend and didn't say anything to anyone. He kept his promise, and even stayed later, when everyone left to help her clean up. They sat in the kitchen and talked. It wasn't anything in particular, she just needed someone there, someone to help her get her mind off of the problem at hand. The house seemed so big, and empty, the walls seemed so quiet, and as they sat in the kitchen, watching the sky get darker and darker Bulma began to feel completely abandoned.

Yamucha reached out and patted her on the shoulder.

"You know, I'm always here for you.." - he said as he looked into her eyes - "You and Trunks can always count on me, in anything you need."

Bulma smiled.

"I know" - she answered - "And I'm glad you are still my best friend, Yamucha. I really don't know what I'd do without you."

"You know I never really understood what it is you saw in him.." - he said in a low voice, reluctant of the words that were escaping his lips.

"Yamucha.."

"No, no, let me finish. I never understood what you saw in him, Bulma, but it was obviously he had something I probably never did. And I know, I wasn't exactly Mr. Right - but.. I guess what I'm trying to say.I'm always here for you.. Slugger."

Bulma smiled.

"I know, and . and thank you. I'll be all right." - she sighed deeply - "I am not sure how, but I have to be."

He reached out and cupped her face with his hand. Somehow, them sitting like this brought back the memories of his youth, and her, and his stupid, childish way he treated her. When he finally realized what Bulma meant to him - it was already too late. She left him. He lowered his hand.

"Well, I think it's better that I go now." - Yamucha got up and cast one more long look at her - "Listen, you know my cell phone, ring me if you need anything, anything at all."

Bulma nodded. She walked him to the door, and stood there, looking up at the night sky, until Yamucha was nothing more, but a shining dot. She sighed deeply, as her eyes fell upon the Gravitron, empty and lifeless. At this time, usually Vegeta was killing himself inside of it. What is he doing now? And where is he?

But there was no answer. There would be no answer. Bulma sighed one more time and closed the door.

"Well, you move on rather fast." - a choarse voice spooked her and she jumped up.

Vegeta stood right behind her, with his arms folded on his chest.

"Well you seem to be rather calm, considering what happened" - she counteracted his comment - "Seem to me, you move on even faster."

Vegeta frowned.

"I have bigger things at hand, to be upset over something like that."

Bulma smiled.

"Of course. Why wouldn't you. What are you doing here?"

"I came to see my son." - Vegeta's eyes pierced her and Bulma had to gather all of her strength into one spot, in order not to give in.

"Your son is asleep" - she answered solemnly - " You should have been here earlier, when he wasn't."

"I would, if you hadn't thrown a party in the honor of my leave."

Bulma frowned.

"I don't need this right now, Vegeta" - she mumbled and turned her back on him - "I am exhausted and I want to go to sleep. I'm sure you know your way around the house to cater your every need. Just don't make any noise."

She began walking upstairs, as he continued to stand there, with his back arched, and his feet apart. He stood there, with strong feelings brooding in his chest as Bulma moved farther and farther away. How could she NOT understand that he was doing it, for her own good.

Bulma got upstairs and walked to the bed her baby slept in. Trunks seemed so peaceful and tiny, so fragile. She smiled and touched his pudgy cheeks with her delicate fingers. Trunks giggled in his light sleep and plopped on his belly like a little fish. Bulma smiled even wider, and placed light, white cover on top of him. She then, trailed off to her bed, that was so large and cold now, and by the force of habit laid on the right side. That's how she always slept.

Vegeta stood in the kitchen for quite a while. His heart was heavy, but he pushed the thoughts of all of this foolishness way behind, to the back of his mind where all this mess belonged. He clenched his teeth, as a stroke of jealousy and anger touched his heart - how DARE did that weakling touch his woman? The mother of a saiya jin prince - how DARE he try to put his moves on her. Without being seen or heard, Vegeta stood outside, in the garden and saw everything through the window, the only bright square in the whole Capsule Corp. The siluhetes of their figures where so clear on the bright background, that it almost hurt his eyes to look at it. Yamucha was touching Bulma's face and for that, he needed to die.

He pulled up a chair and sat down. Seeing Bulma, feeling her so close, just in the arm's reach - made all of the feelings come up, and lump in his throat. He wanted to grab her pick her up, and just tell her that he loved her, he loved her so much..But he couldn't. There were other things, Vegeta had on his mind right now, and whether she liked it or not he had to make sure that she was the woman he fallen in love with. Vegeta raised his eyes and looked at the ceiling, right where their bedroom was located. In his head, he saw how much pain she was going through - and in his mind he knew that she might, just might, drop everything and tell him never to come back.

Vegeta growled deep in his chest... But before he was going to leave, there was something he needed to do. He slowly raised himself into the air, and flew upstairs, where their bedroom was located. As usual, Bulma left the door unlocked. He pushed it lightly, and walked in. Bulma was sleeping on the right side of the bed, and even thought he wasn't there she still kept her place, at the edge. Little smile watered down Vegeta's lips, it always amused him, how a woman like her could sleep in a position of an infant child. Vegeta cursed her into the next day, as the sweet smell of Bulma's night lotion filled his lungs with every sip of air he took. She always used the lavender smelling one, it made her hands smooth as baby's bottom. Vegeta bit his lip trying to block out the feel of Bulma's hands on his body.

Moving silently, Vegeta walked over to Trunks' bed, and glanced into it. The boy was sleeping on his belly, like a little fish, sucking his right thumb.

He looked so much like Bulma, it was almost painful.

Vegeta reached into the crib and caressed Trunks' lavender hair.

This is best for him, even if he might not agree with it.

He stood there for a little while longer, looking at his only son. How could he ever doubt his feelings for Bulma, how could he ever leave.. But then, deep in his heart there were other things.. Other feelings for other people, feelings he should have never had in the first place.

Take care of her, you'll have to when I'm not here.

He glanced at Bulma one more time. She stirred in her sleep, and turned the other way. Vegeta bit his lip, and counteracted all the urges to grab her and smother her in hot kisses. No, he will not give in, until he is sure. Looking straight forward, he exited the bedroom, and took flew away in the direction of the forest. There, in the deep and monumental silence of the trees, he could be left alone to his demons.