Hey Guys! I am back after a couple days. just 3 more days till I leave for Florida with my BFF and the rest of my chorus class. So yeah. I am supposed to be cleaning my room but I am writing instead. Shh! Don't tell. Lol. But anyway, I will write another chapter. here is chapter 3! Hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 3: Never.

Vegeta lay on the cold metal floor of the gravity room. Sweat was pouring off his body. He had been training for twelve hours straight. Vegeta closed his eyes. " What is wrong with me?" He said, to no one in particular. " What made me say that to her? Now when I go in there she won't speak to me and I will end up sleeping on the couch." Vegeta thought some more and then became angry. He sat up. " Why am I letting this weak woman push me around. If I want to sleep in our bed then I will sleep there and no low class woman will stop me." And as an after thought he added, "Even if she is my low class woman. Hmph."

Vegeta turned off the gravity room and went inside. He headed for the fridge as usual when he got what he wanted, orange juice, he turned around and noticed lights on in the foyer. " What the…? The woman doesn't leave any lights on before she goes to bed." Just then Bulma came down the stairs carrying two big suitcases.

She stopped when she saw him and narrowed her eyes. Then Bulma turned away and continued on to the front door. Vegeta set down his container of OJ on the table and followed her, angry that she was acting this way. "Woman what is your problem?" he asked her. His tone was harsh but it didn't phase her one bit.

"What ever do you mean Vegeta?" Bulma asked calmly as she set down the suitcases and began walking past him up the stairs again. Vegeta followed her.

" What do you mean ' What do you mean'?" Vegeta asked as he followed her up the stairs and into her sleeping son's room. " What are you doing?"

" My son and are going to my mothers house where we will stay until I can get things sorted out." Bulma said as she picked her son up and placed him on her hip. Little Trunks wrapped his arms around his mothers neck and opened his eyes.

"What's going on Mommy?" Trunks asked in a sleepy voice.

" Don't worry baby." Bulma said. " We are going to see grandma. And we are going to have lots of fun, OK?" Trunks closed his eyes again and nodded going back to sleep.

Bulma continued out of his room and past a shocked Vegeta. Vegeta quickly gained his composure and hurried after her.

"You're doing what?" He shouted loudly. Trunks whimpered. He had almost fallen back to sleep.

" Keep your voice down Vegeta, Trunks is sleeping." Bulma said to him as she reached the bottom of the stairs. Vegeta was extremely angry now.

" No I will not keep my voice down. Now explain to me what you are doing at 11:00 at night." Vegeta stopped at the bottom of the steps as Bulma continued walking. " Don't you walk away from me bitch."

Bulma stopped suddenly and turned around. " What did you say?"

"You know exactly what I said." Vegeta stated crossing his arms in front of his chest. " Now answer my first question."

Bulma got up close to him. "I am leaving Vegeta." And then she paused and held her finger up. " Oh, wait, excuse me YOUR HIGHNESS your whore is leaving you. My apologies OH Great One!" Bulma laughed and continued walking.

Vegeta grabbed her arm and turned her to face him. Bulma screamed in pain as his fingers bit down into her arm. " Let go of me Vegeta!"

"You are not leaving. Not now, Not ever! Do you understand me?" Vegeta said his voice barely above a whisper.

" What are you going to do about? Huh?" Bulma asked and then she smirked. "Nothing. You are going to do nothing because you know that Goku will find out and besides if I am hurt who will fix that damned GR? Huh? My dad can't do it. He broke his arm in two places when he fell down that ladder in the OPSA science lab, remember? Looks like your stuck. Sayonara! I can' t take care of you anymore Vegeta! I can't be your whore!" Bulma walked out of the front door to her hover car. An enraged Saiyan prince followed.

" Would you stop saying that!" He screamed at her.

"Stop saying what? That I am your whore? Well, that's what you said wasn't it? That I am a whore. And if I am a whore I must be your whore right?" Bulma had turned around to face him. "You know it's true!" She screamed in his face.

Vegeta closed the distance between them in a flash of inhuman speed. Bulma gasped as he grabbed both of her arms. "You are my mate! You are not my whore. You are not my concubine. You are my mate!"

"Then why do you treat me like one?" Bulma asked.

Vegeta didn't have an answer to this so he just stared at her. He sighed and looked away. "You don't know why do you?" Bulma, again, waited for his answer. When none came she said, " Exactly what I thought. You don't care for me. You don't care for me and you don't care for our son." Vegeta's grip on her arms tightened till her arms went numb.

He lowered his face down to hers. "Never speak of what you don't know." He said. Bulma backed away in fright.

"I am leaving." Bulma said. She opened the door and stuck Trunks into his car seat. Then she went inside and got her suitcases. Not once did she look at Vegeta. Bulma put her bags in the trunk, got in the car, started the engine, and backed out of the drive way.

Vegeta looked on with arms crossed and a frown on his face. When she was out of sight he turned around and walked toward the house. After he drank the last of the OJ he went and did the only thing he could do. Train.

The day was nice and warm. Bulma took Trunks in the back yard of her parents side of CC. Bulma sat on the grass and drank sweet tea has she watched the love of her life run around playing with a kite. She sighed. It had been a week since that fateful night when she had left the other love of her life. Being gone this long wasn't what bothered her. What did was that he never even went looking for her or tried to contact her. He probably was training. That was the only thing he ever did, besides having sex with her.

Bulma was deep in thought when she heard Trunks cry out. She looked up just in time to see his kite being blown away. Trunks began to cry as he watched his kite fly out of sight. Bulma ran over to him. "Oh Trunks I am so sorry. I'll get you a new one." she comforted.

Trunks shook his head. "I want that one!" He ran over to a tree and sat down. Bulma stared at him for a long time. Suddenly the little lavender haired boy jumped up and cried out. Bulma eyes went wide. What was the matter with him. He ran towards her with arms out and a huge smile on his face. Bulma was very confused as Trunks ran right past her.

Bulma understood when she turned around. There, not but ten feet away, was Vegeta holding the kite that had blown away. Her heart began to race when she saw him. Vegeta squatted down in front of Trunks and handed him the kite.

"Look Mom! Dad came back and he brought my kite!" Trunks yelled. Bulma couldn't find her voice. It felt like there was a huge lump in her throat. She nodded instead.

Trunks ran to play with his kite. Vegeta stood up. He looked in Bulma's eyes as he began to walk toward her. He never broke eye contact. Bulma backed away. Vegeta stopped when he saw this and Bulma looked at the ground. Suddenly she snapped her head up and ran to him throwing her arms around his neck. They fell to the ground with Bulma on top.

They looked in each other's eyes for a moment then Bulma savagely kissed him. It was one of those kisses that you only see in the movies. Her tongue slid into his mouth and Vegeta rolled over 'til he was on top. His hands began touching her. All over her body he touched her. It was like this was the first time they had held each other. It was wonderful.

Vegeta broke the kiss and Bulma began to protest when Vegeta put a finger to her mouth. " Bulma, I have something to tell you. I…"

Vegeta was cut short when someone yelled, "Hey babe, where are you? I thought we were going somewhere tonight."

Yay! Another chapter finished! Badabababa I'm lovin' it! LOL! Read and Review my loyal servants, just kidding. Thanks to all those who reviewed I will tell you how they are next chapter. Wish me luck at the chorus competition even though I suck! LOL! Much love,

Lillian Rose.