Never (Ch.4)
Bulma looked at each person's face expectantly, waiting for someone to speak. "Well!" Finally, behind her, Dr. Briefs sighed and slowly walked up to her. "Bulma...honey...Vegeta really is your husband...and Trunks over there...he's your son. A few days ago, you were in a car accident and your memory was damaged. That's why you don't recognize them." Bulma stared without saying a word. Her face had gone ghostly pale. Vegeta, seeing her silence, gruffly snapped, "Well woman, are you daft? Say something!" When there was still no response from Bulma, Goku quietly said, "Gee Bulma, I'm real sorry. I had no idea that you lost your memory. I just saw you-"
"STOP!", Bulma yelled. Instant silence. "This is impossible. How can I forget someone as important to me as my own husband and son! You're lying...all of you..." Vegeta's dark eyes flashed. "Woman, stop blabbering. The truth is the truth. We are mated and that's final." Bulma whirled on Vegeta. "YOU! ME? Marry you...you egocentric hot-headed IDIOT? Never." Vegeta snarled and stomped over to the bookshelf, grabbing a photo album off the top shelf. "Look at these pictures. These are our WEDDING pictures. YOU were the one that insisted we take these silly pictures in the first place." Sure enough, there was Bulma looking gorgeous in a long white dress...and next to her, Vegeta in a tux and whatnot. "Oh...my...god...I..you..just leave me alone. I need to think!" With that, Bulma spun around and ran up the stairs.
"Let her be...she's just gone through a huge shock." Shaking his head, Dr. Briefs left the rest of the people to wonder when Bulma would finally regain her memories.
In his grandmother's arms, Baby Trunks began to cry, as if he knew that his own mother didn't recognize him. No matter how Mrs. Briefs comforted and cooed to him, he wouldn't stop crying. Finally, Vegeta walked over and looked into his son's face. Almost immediately, Baby Trunks stopped wailing and quietly stared back into his father's eyes. Vegeta spoke. "Son...you are a Saiyan. Do not show tears so easily." Then, after looking at his son a moment longer, Vegeta turned and walked outside towards the Gravity Room. Chichi huffed. "What an ass. He's so cold...What did Bulma ever see in him!" However, the normally clueless Goku shook his head and sadly smiled. "No...Chichi...there was something in the way Vegeta just looked at Trunks. It's unspoken...but it.s there. I can feel it." With that, Goku went outside to see if Vegeta wanted to spar.
Later that night, after his training, Vegeta walked upstairs to take a shower. As he walked past Bulma's room, he was suddenly filled with a strange urge to see if the woman was okay. The first knock on her door had no reply. Vegeta knocked more insistenly. From inside came Bulma's voice, "Go away. I don't want to see anyone." Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Woman, you've been in there the whole afternoon. You didn't even eat dinner…I had to eat your silly mother's cooking, which was a lot better than yours." Vegeta waited for Bulma's angry response to his insult. However, all there was was silence. 'That's it. No one ignores me...I'm going in.' With a small blast to the doorknob, Vegeta opened Bulma's door.
Bulma was sitting by the window, staring out into the starry night. She radiated a sense of loneliness and hopelessness…Vegeta felt a bitter tug in him, but he refused to let it show. "Woman, how long are you going to sit there? I had the impression that you would have more courage to face reality. Maybe I was wrong." Bulma slowly turned her head and whispered, "Vegeta...come here." At first, Vegeta didn't budge, but something in Bulma's sad blue eyes pulled him towards her. "Yes?" Bulma turned so that her back was facing the window. "Vegeta...you're my husband, correct?" Vegeta replied, "Husband...mate...whatever." Bulma looked up into Vegeta's eyes.
"Alright then, Vegeta. Tell me our story. What happened between us? When did it start? How...exactly...did we fall in love?"