30 minutes later

"Vegeta? What's going on?"

Bulma had just woken up after being unconscious for half an hour. She struggled to sit up and pulled the covers round herself tightly when she realised she had nothing on. Vegeta frowned at her angrily and she slid further to the other side of the bed subconsciously.

"What is it Vegeta? How did I get here? The last thing I remember…was being in the shower…and now I'm here. What happened?"

"You fainted. And knocked your head on the bathroom floor. You've been out for half an hour."

"And you've been sitting with me the whole time?"

"Yes. Because I wanted to talk to you as soon as you woke up."

"What about?"

"Do you remember when we promised never to lie to each other?"

"Of course."

"And you still hold up that promise, correct?"

"Yes."

"Does that promise still stand with the boy? That neither of us will tell him lies?"

"Of course it does Vegeta."

"Then why did you lie to him?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You told him you didn't want any lunch because you had a large breakfast. I was with you at breakfast. You had nothing."

"Oh…well I felt better after you went out and I made myself a big breakfast."

"Oh really? And what did you have?"

"Er…toast…cereal…milk…"

"You're hesitating. That means you're lying. I may forgive you for lying to the boy, but you never lie to me. I have always been truthful to you. It's only right you do the same. Now, why did you lie to the boy?"

"Because I didn't want anything to eat ok? And I knew if I told him I hadn't eaten anything at breakfast and then didn't want anything at lunch, he would sense something was up."

"Well, you've told me you haven't eaten all day, and I know something's up. So you might as well tell me."

"I don't want to Vegeta."

"Woman, tell me."

"No Vegeta. Not telling you isn't the same as lying. Lying would be if I told you what was up but it wasn't true. Not telling you is just keeping it a secret. It's different."

She moved to the side of the bed and reached over to him and took his hand in hers.

"I know you're my husband Vegeta, and I'm supposed to confide everything in you, it's just…I know you wouldn't understand this. It's about me. And I want to keep it to myself."

"I might understand."

"Vegeta, listen to me. It's for me ok? You wouldn't understand why I'm doing it."

"How can you say that? You haven't even tried to tell me."

"Vegeta, I've been married to you long enough to know how you would react. You would get angry at me, tell me I'm stupid and then walk out to train in the GR."

"You're right."

"See."

"We have been married long enough for you to know how I would react. Or so I thought."

He scowled angrily and got up to leave. He turned round at the door and faced her once more.

"You have one more chance to tell me what's going on."

"Vegeta, don't do that. You can't expect me to."

"So you're not going to take your chance?"

"Will you just come back and talk to me? I'll only tell you if you'll talk about it properly and not be so forceful."

Vegeta growled lowly and shut the door. Bulma hung her legs over the side of the bed and pulled the covers round her as Vegeta sat down. She looked up at, and focused her eyes on his.

"Vegeta, I need you to tell me something…do you remember the day we met?"

"Yes. On Namek."

"Do you remember me then?"

"Yes."

"Do you think……I've changed much since then?"

"Yes."

"In a good way?"

"Woman, what are you getting at? And what has this got to do with you not eating?"

"I've stopped eating to try and lose weight ok? I'm putting on too much weight for my own good! I hate seeing all those young girls out there with those perfect figures, and all the new nurses coming to work for CC! I feel so…old around them."

Vegeta stared at her in a stunned silence.

"So, in other words, you think you're getting fat?"

"Nice way to put it…but…yes."

Vegeta smirked and shook his head. Bulma stood up (with the covers round her) and walked to the closet.

"I don't know what you're finding so funny. I don't find anything amusing about this."

Bulma pulled her robe from the closet and pulled it around her tightly. Vegeta turned round in the chair and let his eyes wonder over her.

"I think it's funny that you're so blind that you can't see what's right in front of you."

"What are you talking about Vegeta?"

"Ok, well, correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't fat like…Mr. Popo? He's fat."

"You're so nice Vegeta. Mr. Popo is lovely…but yes. He is a bit…chubby."

"How can you say you look anything like him?"

"I'm not saying that. I'm just saying, for human woman of my age, I'm over average."

Vegeta got up and walked over to her. He slipped his arms round her waist and Bulma leant back against his chest.

"Woman, there is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Well…you can be a bit loud at times. But body wise, I wouldn't change anything."

"But I want to change. You might like me now Vegeta, but you have to admit, I'm not the young, beautiful, bright girl you met on Namek."

"That's because you're not meant o be. Everybody gets older. Nobody stays the same."

"What about you and Goku? You both look the same as you did ten years ago."

"We're Saiyens woman. It's different."

"But Vegeta, you look exactly the same, and I'm just getting old…"

"Just because I don't look any different doesn't mean I'm not getting older too. But anyway, making yourself faint won't make you look younger. It make you go too thin and that will make you look worse than you do now."

Bulma smiled half heartedly and turned round to face him.

"So, you don't care that when I'm like sixty- something, you'll still look as handsome as ever and you'll have to drag a wrinkled old prune around with you?"

"If you look that bad, I won't be dragging you around with me will I?"

Bulma laughed and cupped his chin in her hands.

"I love you."