Oh yeah, I forgot to do this - I don't own any DBZ characters, merchandise
blada blada blada - I'm also not making any money off of this. SO there, my
stupid disclaimer
Chapter three
Yamucha called bright and early. Usually, Bulma would have gone pissed off, but this time it didn't really matter to her, she wasn't sleeping anyway.
"Hey babe" - his voice announced - "did I wake you?"
Bulma smiled into the receiver.
"No, you didn't" - she answered him and raised herself on her elbows. - "Something the matter?"
"No" - a light pause slipped into their conversation - "I was just really worried about you. It seemed that you were taking it pretty hard, and then I felt Vegeta's ki near your house. I wanted to either call or come by, but I didn't.. Is everything ok?"
"Yeah, we're fine." - She answered - "He came to see Trunks. But I was too tired, and Trunks was asleep so, I don't know if he did come and see him, or just took off."
"Probably just took off" - Yamucha assumed. "Probably" - Bulma agreed.
They fell into another silence.
"Hey, uh.. Bulma, I was just wondering - maybe you'd like to eat breakfast out, you know, to get your mind off of things?"
"I don't know, Yamucha" - Bulma answered - "I don't want to go outside right now, and I really don't feel like doing anything, period. I just want to get the baby settled, fed and bathed, and that's all the activity I am going to do today."
"Kid, you can't stay indoors all day. You have to go outside" - Yamucha interrupted her in a gentle voice.
"I am going to go outside, to the garden" - She snickered and put on her slippers.
Bulma walked up to the crib, to see if the baby was asleep, but to her big surprise, Trunks has already awakened. He lay there, staring at the ceiling with his big blue eyes, and happily made bubbles, murmuring softly.
"Bulma, come on now" - Yamucha pleaded his case - "I just don't want you to be inside that house right now."
Bulma sighed and picked up Trunks. Yamucha was right - being here was so hard for her. These walls, this bed, and these sheets - everything reminded her of Vegeta. Vegeta, who was probably with another woman right this instant. She sighed and looked away, trying to suppress the creeping up tears.
"Kid?" - Yamucha's voice sounded so far away, but yet so warm, the only light that she could see this moment.
"Yeah, I'm here" - Bulma answered - "I don't know, Yamucha. I."
"Look, you get yourself ready, and swing by and pick both of you up. I'm going to get you out whether you want it or not."
"All right" - Bulma finally agreed - "I'll go, but don't be smothering me in sorrow, I don't need anyone feeling bad for me."
"Feeling bad?" - Yamucha answered her request - "Whoever gave you that idea?"
Their conversation ended and Bulma went to the bathroom to grab a spare diaper and baby bathing shampoo. She filled the little baby tub with warm water, and took off Trunks' dirty diaper. She laid him into the tub, gently, holding his head and poured lavender smelling shampoo right into the water. Trunks giggled.
"Now you stay still" - she warned him in a semi serious, semi playful voice - "or otherwise you'll be too dirty to go outside, and I'd have to leave you here all by yourself." - She smiled, as she washed her son's shoulders and arms with a feathery, loving touch.
Trunks smiled at his mother and made another row of bubbles.
"You are just so talented" - she smiled at him.
"Dada" - all of the sudden escaped Trunks' mouth and she froze. - "Dada Dada, Dada, Dada."
Bulma looked over her shoulder, wondering if maybe while she was bathing her baby, Vegeta came into the house. But the space behind her was empty and calm.
"No, baby" - she answered with a heavy heart, pulling all of her strength together not to break into tears - "Daddy isn't here. Daddy has gone away for a little while - but he still loves you very much, just like I do."
"Dada" - Trunks demanded.
"He isn't here, baby." - Bulma answered and a tear rolled down her cheek. How in the world was she going to explain this to him when he grows up enough to understand. How will she tell him that instead of a mother and a father, he now has only a mother.
"Dada" - Trunks slapped the water with his little palm and looked at her with his big blue eyes. - "Dada."
Bulma swallowed the clump of pain that stood in her throat, and turned Trunks over to wash his back. Maybe someday, explaining to a child why his father isn't here will be easier. It's just that today, that wasn't the day.
She sighed heavily, as she took him out of bath, and gently dried Trunks' little body. She wiped the water away from his eyes, moving the towel carefully, and gently. She then dressed him in a new diaper and clean clothing and sat him back on his bed.
"Dada" - Trunks uttered again - "Dada."
"You'll see daddy later, honey" - Bulma lied - "You'll see him later."
Leaving him sitting in the crib, she went to the kitchen to prepare the formula for Trunks' breakfast, but as she stirred the milk, making sure it wasn't too cold or too hot, she didn't even realized how she broke down and began crying. Salty tears fell into the mixture she stirred automatically, like a robot, trying to get herself to calm down before Yamucha arrived. The last thing she needed was he, seeing her in tears.
She fed her son, and finally got ready herself, and just in the nick of time, for the noise from Yamucha's AEX - 150 one of the world's fastest and most expensive cars announced his arrival. Bulma glanced in the mirror one more time, before she went to greet him. In these couple of days, it seemed like she has aged for ten years. Bulma slapped the mirror and turned it over. What do mirrors know.
First five minutes they rode in silence. Bulma looked out of the window, at the scenery passing by below them.
"So, where are we going to eat, Yamucha?" - she asked.
Yamucha smiled.
"Some place cool" - he grinned and looked in the back mirror at Trunks - "Remember that time when you were obsessed with trying all the cheesecake flavors?"
Bulma raised her eyebrow - she was sixteen at that time.
"Yeah, sort of. Why?"
"Well, today's your lucky day" - he grinned even wider - "I found a breakfast place where they serve all 50 flavors."
Bulma lowered her head on her palm and began laughing.
"Yamucha, you're such a goof" - she finally uttered - "Why would I want to have a cheesecake for breakfast?"
"I dunno. You seemed to be really fond of them when you're." - he bit his tongue, as he saw Bulma's facial expression change right away.
"When I'm upset" - she finished the sentence for him in a low voice - "Yeah, my comfort food."
They got silent again, and as Yamucha continued cursing himself under his breath. What an oaf! What an idiot! How could he ever utter those words, this wasn't why he asked her to come and have a breakfast with him. He wanted her to forget all her troubles with Vegeta, just for a little while. But just like that. he reminded her of everything again. He looked at her, sitting there, with her face leaning on her palm. It was obvious, that the way she felt about Vegeta - was even deeper then Bulma ever wanted to admit it to anyone. Bulma sighed.
"Well. at least they have a great area for the kids." - Yamucha mumbled and she squeezed out a weak smile
"Yes, I'm sure Trunks will love it.."
Yamucha called bright and early. Usually, Bulma would have gone pissed off, but this time it didn't really matter to her, she wasn't sleeping anyway.
"Hey babe" - his voice announced - "did I wake you?"
Bulma smiled into the receiver.
"No, you didn't" - she answered him and raised herself on her elbows. - "Something the matter?"
"No" - a light pause slipped into their conversation - "I was just really worried about you. It seemed that you were taking it pretty hard, and then I felt Vegeta's ki near your house. I wanted to either call or come by, but I didn't.. Is everything ok?"
"Yeah, we're fine." - She answered - "He came to see Trunks. But I was too tired, and Trunks was asleep so, I don't know if he did come and see him, or just took off."
"Probably just took off" - Yamucha assumed. "Probably" - Bulma agreed.
They fell into another silence.
"Hey, uh.. Bulma, I was just wondering - maybe you'd like to eat breakfast out, you know, to get your mind off of things?"
"I don't know, Yamucha" - Bulma answered - "I don't want to go outside right now, and I really don't feel like doing anything, period. I just want to get the baby settled, fed and bathed, and that's all the activity I am going to do today."
"Kid, you can't stay indoors all day. You have to go outside" - Yamucha interrupted her in a gentle voice.
"I am going to go outside, to the garden" - She snickered and put on her slippers.
Bulma walked up to the crib, to see if the baby was asleep, but to her big surprise, Trunks has already awakened. He lay there, staring at the ceiling with his big blue eyes, and happily made bubbles, murmuring softly.
"Bulma, come on now" - Yamucha pleaded his case - "I just don't want you to be inside that house right now."
Bulma sighed and picked up Trunks. Yamucha was right - being here was so hard for her. These walls, this bed, and these sheets - everything reminded her of Vegeta. Vegeta, who was probably with another woman right this instant. She sighed and looked away, trying to suppress the creeping up tears.
"Kid?" - Yamucha's voice sounded so far away, but yet so warm, the only light that she could see this moment.
"Yeah, I'm here" - Bulma answered - "I don't know, Yamucha. I."
"Look, you get yourself ready, and swing by and pick both of you up. I'm going to get you out whether you want it or not."
"All right" - Bulma finally agreed - "I'll go, but don't be smothering me in sorrow, I don't need anyone feeling bad for me."
"Feeling bad?" - Yamucha answered her request - "Whoever gave you that idea?"
Their conversation ended and Bulma went to the bathroom to grab a spare diaper and baby bathing shampoo. She filled the little baby tub with warm water, and took off Trunks' dirty diaper. She laid him into the tub, gently, holding his head and poured lavender smelling shampoo right into the water. Trunks giggled.
"Now you stay still" - she warned him in a semi serious, semi playful voice - "or otherwise you'll be too dirty to go outside, and I'd have to leave you here all by yourself." - She smiled, as she washed her son's shoulders and arms with a feathery, loving touch.
Trunks smiled at his mother and made another row of bubbles.
"You are just so talented" - she smiled at him.
"Dada" - all of the sudden escaped Trunks' mouth and she froze. - "Dada Dada, Dada, Dada."
Bulma looked over her shoulder, wondering if maybe while she was bathing her baby, Vegeta came into the house. But the space behind her was empty and calm.
"No, baby" - she answered with a heavy heart, pulling all of her strength together not to break into tears - "Daddy isn't here. Daddy has gone away for a little while - but he still loves you very much, just like I do."
"Dada" - Trunks demanded.
"He isn't here, baby." - Bulma answered and a tear rolled down her cheek. How in the world was she going to explain this to him when he grows up enough to understand. How will she tell him that instead of a mother and a father, he now has only a mother.
"Dada" - Trunks slapped the water with his little palm and looked at her with his big blue eyes. - "Dada."
Bulma swallowed the clump of pain that stood in her throat, and turned Trunks over to wash his back. Maybe someday, explaining to a child why his father isn't here will be easier. It's just that today, that wasn't the day.
She sighed heavily, as she took him out of bath, and gently dried Trunks' little body. She wiped the water away from his eyes, moving the towel carefully, and gently. She then dressed him in a new diaper and clean clothing and sat him back on his bed.
"Dada" - Trunks uttered again - "Dada."
"You'll see daddy later, honey" - Bulma lied - "You'll see him later."
Leaving him sitting in the crib, she went to the kitchen to prepare the formula for Trunks' breakfast, but as she stirred the milk, making sure it wasn't too cold or too hot, she didn't even realized how she broke down and began crying. Salty tears fell into the mixture she stirred automatically, like a robot, trying to get herself to calm down before Yamucha arrived. The last thing she needed was he, seeing her in tears.
She fed her son, and finally got ready herself, and just in the nick of time, for the noise from Yamucha's AEX - 150 one of the world's fastest and most expensive cars announced his arrival. Bulma glanced in the mirror one more time, before she went to greet him. In these couple of days, it seemed like she has aged for ten years. Bulma slapped the mirror and turned it over. What do mirrors know.
First five minutes they rode in silence. Bulma looked out of the window, at the scenery passing by below them.
"So, where are we going to eat, Yamucha?" - she asked.
Yamucha smiled.
"Some place cool" - he grinned and looked in the back mirror at Trunks - "Remember that time when you were obsessed with trying all the cheesecake flavors?"
Bulma raised her eyebrow - she was sixteen at that time.
"Yeah, sort of. Why?"
"Well, today's your lucky day" - he grinned even wider - "I found a breakfast place where they serve all 50 flavors."
Bulma lowered her head on her palm and began laughing.
"Yamucha, you're such a goof" - she finally uttered - "Why would I want to have a cheesecake for breakfast?"
"I dunno. You seemed to be really fond of them when you're." - he bit his tongue, as he saw Bulma's facial expression change right away.
"When I'm upset" - she finished the sentence for him in a low voice - "Yeah, my comfort food."
They got silent again, and as Yamucha continued cursing himself under his breath. What an oaf! What an idiot! How could he ever utter those words, this wasn't why he asked her to come and have a breakfast with him. He wanted her to forget all her troubles with Vegeta, just for a little while. But just like that. he reminded her of everything again. He looked at her, sitting there, with her face leaning on her palm. It was obvious, that the way she felt about Vegeta - was even deeper then Bulma ever wanted to admit it to anyone. Bulma sighed.
"Well. at least they have a great area for the kids." - Yamucha mumbled and she squeezed out a weak smile
"Yes, I'm sure Trunks will love it.."
