"Woman? Where are you and where's my dinner?"
Vegeta heard voices coming from the lounge. He stamped through, to find Bulma on the phone in tears. Her head was in one of her hands, while the other held the phone to her ear. Her hair was a mess and mascara was running down her face. Vegeta stared at her. He had never seen her in this state before.
"Yes. I…I understand doctor. Thank you."
Bulma dropped the phone to the floor, rested her head on her knees and cried. Vegeta walked over to her, unsure of what to do.
"Woman why are you crying?"
Bulma carried on crying.
"Woman! Answer me! Nobody ignores me!"
Bulma raised her head slowly and looked at him. There were black smudges all round her eyes from her mascara and her hair stuck to her face with the wetness from her tears.
"Well?"
Bulma stood up and ran out the room. Vegeta stared after her. Why did he care if she was crying? She was just a pathetic human!
