*dances* It's me again! *hears a collective groan from the audience* What? Come on!! I'm not THAT bad! Ok, well.. maybe I am.. but that's beside the point. Anyway.. Hope you guys enjoyed the last chap! And I'm REALLY sorry about the delay, but my internet up and died on me. And the librarian's a MAJOR witch.. (trying to at least keep the A/N PG) :-D Ok, enough babbling.. ON WITH THE FIC!!

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The Vow: Broken Promises

Chapter Two: Humans and alcohol STILL don't mix (Pop Quiz for today...Any past readers catch the reason it says STILL?)

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Last time, on "The Vow"

"Yeah. If I ever see him again, remind ME to kill him, ok?" She told Chichi. Then, directed to the sky "You hear that, Son Goku? I need your help! But, where the hell are you? DEAD! You're the only one that could ever talk any sense into that man, and you know it!!"

Somewhere far above the earth, a dark haired man sat alone, watching down from the sky. He grinned a bit at his friends choice of wording. before one last cry fell upon his ears.

"And wipe that damned grin off your face!"

And with that, Son Goku burst into a fit of laughter.

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Bulma sighed inwardly as she made the small trip from her stylish sports car to the front door of Capsule Corp. She turned the key in the lock, and slumped against the door as it swung open, her legs suddenly having as much substance to them as a vat of Jell-O. She slid toward the ground once she was inside, her knees nearly to the floor when a pair of strong, compact arms lifted her effortlessly back up to her feet.

"Vegeta." She greeted with a nod of her head, never once even looking up to face her mate.

"Woman... you've been drinking." He observed, before giving an exasperated sigh.

"So what if I have, 'Geta? It's not like you care anyway. Unless of course, I went drinking with the gravity chamber. THEN you might care. Then you might come looking for us. There's an idea. I'll take the Gravity room with me next time.. Then you'll REALLY be mad when I get home! Bulma Briefs, you ARE a genius!" Bulma congratulated herself, her alcohol laced breath washing over a rather annoyed looking Saiyan Prince.

"Stop acting like an idiot then, wench. You're doing nothing but making an ass out of yourself!" He berated, taking into note the puppy dog eyes she gave him in reply.

"Don't call me a wench, Veggie boy! You're too busy feeling sorry for yourself that you can't even see what's right in front of you! You're so absorbed in becoming stronger that you've missed the last seven years of Trunks' life! Not to mention every time I get close to you, you throw your shields back into place and push me even farther away." She noticed the annoyed look on his face change to downright murderous, but the alcohol willed her on, and for some reason, she obeyed. "Kami Vegeta.. even Yamcha treated me better than that. I could go to him NOW, after all that's happened, and he'd treat me better than this! Not to mention he'd love Trunks. Can you honestly say you do? Can you honestly sit there and say you love either of us? CAN YOU?!" She screamed the last part, tears falling, unabashed, from her cerulean eyes.

"I'm not capable of your petty feelings woman, you knew that when this started." He snarled as he gestured between the two of them. "Both you, AND your bastard child can run to that human for all I care, but I'll be damned if I'll sit here and listen to you bitch at me. What makes you think you have the right? Because you're mated to a Prince? Please! If we were on Vegeta-sei, you already would've been destroyed for your insolence, Princess or not. Though, I hardly say you fit the part. A princess is a lady, not a whore. And you, dear are nothing BUT a mangy little tramp." He regretted the words as soon as he'd said them, but his Kami forsaken pride wouldn't let him apologize.

Bulma's hand flew up over her mouth at the words he spoke, her cheeks burning a bright red, either from anger or hurt... Vegeta wasn't sure.

It was then that he saw the anger flash across her eyes, the blue depths letting him know the truth.

She was positively livid.

And he'd gone too far this time.

"If that's how you feel, Vegeta.. then I'll go. I'll pick Trunks up in the morning and we'll leave. I'm sure Yamcha would be happy to have us!" She screeched, before storming from the room, and up the stairs to her bed, her buzz from earlier having completely vanished by this point.

She angrily thrust her arms into a red silk nightgown, before deciding on something to make him even madder when he saw her. She slipped a baseball jersey over her head, Yamcha's name written across the back of the white material. She sighed aloud, this didn't feel right... but it didn't matter. All that mattered was making the almighty Prince of the Saiyans see exactly what it was he had, and what he was letting go.

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Vegeta punched the wall again, his fist breaking easily through the fragile plaster, and shaking the entire house in the process. At least Trunks hadn't been here to witness his father call his mother a whore. Which Kami knew she was anything but. But his defenses had flown up, his shield, as Bulma called it, had gone up to protect him instinctively. Vegeta removed his arm from the wall, white powder covering his arm up to the elbow.

He walked across the room slowly, and upon deciding she was probably sleeping ascended the steps to glance into their bedroom. The room was dark, the only light coming from the small crack from the opening of the door. She was, indeed, sleeping, curled up, for once, on her own side of the bed, her cheeks streaked from her recently shed tears.

He entered the room slowly, pausing only momentarily to take in her simple attire as he crawled into bed beside her.

He stopped halfway in.

She rolled over, revealing most of her round behind, and back, which at that precise moment, was bearing a shirt with the weakling's name written on it. With a primal growl, he pulled her from the bed, slamming her, albeit a bit too gently for his liking, against the hard wall.

She blinked rapidly, and let out a small scream as she felt herself pulled from the warm bed. Her head smacked the wall harder than he had intended, and nearly knocked her out. She glanced at him, confused, for a moment, before realization set in, and she narrowed her eyes dangerously.

"Get. Out. Of. My. Room." She snarled, carefully pronouncing every word, as if making sure he understood her clearly.

"Take it off, woman." He replied, his voice just as threatening as her own.

"Take what off, Vegeta?" She asked, feigning ignorance. She glanced down at her form, before bringing a hand up to her mouth, as if trying to prove she was surprised. "Oh! You mean this old thing? My boyfriend gave me this a long time ago. Why in Kami's name would I want to take it off?" She winced however, as she realized she'd pushed him too far.

She was pushed farther against the wall, her body making an indentation from the added force.

"You can't do this. You'll make a mockery of us both!" He snarled at her through clenched teeth.

"You make a mockery of yourself, chibi no Ouji." Bulma spat back, before wincing as his hands tightened harder against her arms.

"NEVER mock me again, woman. I assure you, it WILL be the last mistake you ever make."

"Should I care? You've been threatening to kill me for years Vegeta! Should I care in the least that you're doing it again? What if I beg you to? What if I sit here and plead for death? Would you make good on your word? Or would you walk away blindly, like the fool that you are?"

"You're not worth it." He snarled, before letting her fall limply to the floor.

Once he'd left the room, Bulma allowed herself to cry. Her arms were sore, large purple bruises were forming where his hands had been. She shuddered as she looked at them, her eyes tracing over the indentions in the wall behind her. She shuddered as she remembered the murderous look he'd given her. And she realized two things.

One, Vegeta wouldn't be there in the morning.

And two, for the first time in her life, Bulma Briefs was terrified...

Terrified of her mate.

Terrified of her lover.

Terrified of...

Vegeta.

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Ugh.. I keep telling her not to piss him off!! But does she listen? Nooooo!! Don't worry though, conflict never lasts forever *whispers* At least, it's not supposed to. *eveil smirk* Anyway.. Hope you guys liked it!

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