Never (Ch.6)
Vegeta grabbed Dr. Brief's shoulders tightly. "What do you mean she's missing!" Panting heavily, the older man replied, "We went into her room earlier to see if she was doing alright, and there was no sign of her! Her bed looks as if it hadn't been slept in, and there's no note or anything…did you talk to her last night? Do you have any idea where she might've gone to?" Vegeta frowned. After he'd told her their history last night, he hadn't stayed long to ponder her reaction. Bulma's voice echoed in his mind. 'But Vegeta….do you love me?' Vegeta closed his eyes. Surely she couildn't be upset by his inability to say those three words…she'd never minded much before. But then again, that was the Bulma before the accident. Vegeta closed his eyes and tried to place where Bulma's ki was. When he locked onto it, he flew off with dark fire in his eyes and his heart.
'What a beautiful sunset…' Bulma was sitting alone in the car, staring out at the tranquil scenery before her. So much had happened the past day and she needed some time alone for things to sink in. 'I don't know what love is…but I do care for you…' Vegeta's words kept repeating in her mind. What was reality seemed so different from the dreams she cherished as a young girl. Bulma had always been a hopeless romantic…dreaming of her handsome prince that would come and sweep her off her feet. Well, now, instead of being blissfully in love, she had a husband who claimed to not understand love. Bulma closed her eyes and laid her had against the steering wheel. "Come on stupid memory. When the hell are you coming back!" A loud rap on her window caused Bulma to jerk up. There stood Vegeta, arms crossed with an annoyed scowl on his face. Bulma rolled down her window.
"Woman, what the hell are you doing out here!" Vegeta glared at his wife. Bulma couldn't look Vegeta in the eye…she was just too confused at the moment. A light wind blew her hair around her face, but she lacked the will nor want to brush it away. Instead, a gloved hand tucked the loose strands behind her ear. A softer voice asked, "Bulma…are you alright?" Bulma slowly raised her eyes. This must be the Vegeta that people rarely saw…and maybe…just maybe…the Vegeta that she fell in love with. Bulma smiled sadly and in a delicate, quiet voice replied, "I'm fine…just out here thinking." Vegeta hmphed, but didn't say more. Bulma turned around to stare at the sunset again and the city outlined in the sun's glowing rays. At that moment, everything seemed so serene and a nostalgic feeling filled her. Vegeta stood behind her, quiet and unmoving. Without a word, he came behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder, a quiet reassurance that everything was alright. Bulma turned to meet his glance, then said, "Vegeta, you can go home first. I'll be fine…just wanna be alone for a while. I'll go back as soon as possible…thanks for checking up on me." With a quick movement, she planted a small and quick kiss on Vegeta's cheek, then walked back towards her car. As she got into her car, she watched Vegeta from her rearview mirror. He stood staring after her for a while, then flew off towards Capsule Corps. By the last glance she had of Vegeta's face, Bulma knew what had to be done.
Later that evening, Vegeta walked out of his room. He had tried to train earlier, but thoughts of his wife kept floating around in his mind. That kiss she had given him before he left….it'd left a burning sensation in his chest. Walking by Baby Trunks's room, he glanced in to see if his son was asleep yet. He remembered that just a week before Bulma had lost her memory, Trunks had started to make sounds that sounded like "Mammma!" The silly woman had been so happy, jumping around and hugging everyone with the sheen of tears in her eyes. Vegeta walked into his son's room. As Trunks saw his father come nearer, he raised his arms and laughed. "Maa!", he gurgled. The slightest hint of a smile tugged at Vegeta's lips. He patted Trunks's tiny head, then ordered his son to go to sleep (not that Trunks would understand…but still).
Walking out of the room, Vegeta decided to see where his wife was. It was almost 10 PM, and Bulma still hadn't returned. Focusing on his wife's ki, he tried to pinpoint her exact location. What he found shocked him. "What the fuck is she doing there!" Swearing, Vegeta threw on a shirt and stormed out of the house. "Son of a bitch…" Still cursing, he shot off into the dark night sky.