Hey! It's me again! Lillian Rose. I have decided to add on to my one shot "You Came". I know a lot of people have done this so many times but hey! It never gets old! Well here is Chapter 2 I am trying to get my other fic's chapters off of my other computer and onto the site but I haven't been able to. Hopefully I will be able to soon. OH and before I forget I want to thank some people who reviewed a loooong long time ago. Here they are. In order of appearance: Goleta, Gerao-A, Hikari Heijin, Pikachu Hunter (Kai! You're the best!),and last but not least…Wishiwas. Well here it is! Chap. 2!

You Came Chapter 2

"Vegeta! Dinner's ready!" Bulma screamed from the doorway. Vegeta was in the gravity room training, again. "Trunks stop doing that" Bulma said as her five year old son sat down in his chair instead of jumping on it.

Vegeta came in through the back door all sweaty and tired. "Woman please tell me that you didn't make this meal from scratch." Vegeta said jokingly. Trunks laughed as his mother flushed.

"I'll have you know Vegeta, that I have been reading cookbooks and I know how to cook now." Bulma stated matter-of-factly. Vegeta just smirked at her. "Well aren't you going to say something?"

"Woman, you ever learning to cook would be like me going back willingly to Freezia." Vegeta said. He did enjoy her cooking for these past six weeks. But he wouldn't admit it. Maybe she is actually learning how to cook. Vegeta sat down at the table and looked at Trunks. Trunks looked at his father. " What are you looking at boy?" Vegeta said in his gruff way. "Woman when are you going to let the boy train? He's already five years old."

"Vegeta you know that I don't want him fighting. I'm scared he will get hurt." Bulma said while pushing the meat around in the pan.

"Of course he will get hurt. What do you think? Training will be pain free? Besides the boy's part Saiyan, he'll be able to take a little pain."

"Can't you wait until he is a little bit older?" Bulma asked. She had a feeling she was about to loose this argument.

"Let's ask the boy what he thinks." Vegeta said. He looked at Trunks who had a huge smile on his face. "Brat, would you like to train with me?"
"Really? Can I Mom? Please can I?" Trunks asked, his hands clasped in front of his chest. "I won't get hurt, I promise. I'll be so careful."

Bulma sighed, looking at both of her men. "Oh, All right, you can train with your father but take it easy." Bulma turned to Vegeta. "Vegeta? Take it easy OK?" Vegeta grunted and nodded his head.

"Yeah! Hey Dad can we start tomorrow? That would be so cool. I can't wait to tell Goten he will be so jealous." Trunks rambled on. Bulma set the food down on the table and they all began to eat.

Vegeta finished his meal and got up from the table putting his dishes in the sink and began to walk out of the back door to train. Bulma looked up from her half full plate of food. "Where are you going?" She asked him.

"I am going to train if it is any of your business." He said. Vegeta knew that saying this would get her started, any other time it would have been a delightful activity not now though. He was so tired of having this argument with her. He need some time alone. This thought seemed impossible as Bulma slammed her fork down on her plate and told their son to go to his room. Trunks was old enough to know that whatever was going to happen between his mother and his father was going to be loud and long. The little boy stared sadly at his half eaten food, got up, and trudged up the stairs to his room and shut the door.

Bulma was ready with the retort as soon as she heard the door to her son's room shut. "If it's any of my business? If it's any of my business! How dare you talk to me that way! Have some respect Vegeta! I am your mate and you ask me if it is any of my business? How dare you!" Bulma's voice rose with every word she said.

"You heard me woman. It isn't your concern. I'm none of your concern! Get that through your thick head." He just wanted to be alone at the minute and she was making it extremely hard for him. Vegeta was starting to get angry and when Vegeta is angry he tends to say things he doesn't always mean.

"You are my concern Vegeta! I care for you. I love you! Get that through your head Vegeta! Kami don't you understand!" Bulma moved in front of Vegeta, blocking his access to the back door.

Vegeta was done. "I understand perfectly, whore. Now get the hell out of my way before I forcefully remove you." Vegeta didn't want to say this but he needed to train. She needed to understand that. Training was his whole life. She was wrong if she thought that he loved her. You can't give yourself completely to someone else. Part of him was with Freezia. When Freezia died so did that part of him.

Tears sprung to Bulma's eyes. Had he just called her a whore? She stood there standing in front of the man she loved. The man who had just called her a whore. Called her a vial disgusting creature. 'Maybe he really doesn't love me.' Bulma thought to herself. "Whore!" she screamed. "What is wrong with you Vegeta? We have a son together. You said that I was your mate. You told me that mating was for life. Do I mean nothing to you?" Bulma was holding back her tears the best she could. She didn't want to cry in front of him. She didn't want to look weak.

Vegeta stared at her. He was trying as hard as he could not to grab her by the arm and get her out of his way. Bulma wanted an answer to her question. "Answer me Vegeta! Do I mean anything to you?"

"No." Vegeta answered. The sound resonated throughout the kitchen; it bounced off of the walls like a basketball.

Bulma began to cry. She didn't care or maybe she didn't realize. She said, "You said we were mated for life!"

Vegeta put on a malicious grin. "I lied."

Well that's all for now. Read and Review please! Oh and if I don't write before then have a Happy Easter everybody! Much Love,

Lillian Rose.