A/N: I'm sorry guys… long time no update, and this chapter isn't that good. I think I have writers block.

CH13

Bulma considered herself extremely lucky. Two months passed by peacefully with only minor arguments between her and Vegeta. By this time, she felt sure her relationship with Vegeta would be long lasting. After all, she was perfect in his eyes. Nothing would make him want to leave her, right?

As smart as Bulma was, she was still human. And humans tend to forget things. Bulma, for example, forgot a very, very important thing. Vegeta didn't want kids.

Bulma was woken early one morning by an uneasy stomach. She had scrambled out of bed and rushed to the restroom, not bothering to dress. Once she neared the toilet, Bulma had thrown up repeatedly, clutching her shaking arms.

The gurgling water sounds of the flushing toilet woke Vegeta and he hurried to the restroom to find Bulma's thin, naked frame crouched over the toilet. She turned to him with teary eyes and he immediately hugged her to his chest.

"What's wrong?" he asked, sounding slightly worried.

"It- it's nothing", Bulma felt reluctant to say anymore for she knew she was pregnant. "Just go back to bed. It was something I ate", she lied.

Vegeta gave her another worried look, then headed back to the bed. Bulma remained in the restroom, staring blankly at her reflection in the mirror. She pushed her hairbackand splashed cool water on her face. The salty tears slipping out of her eyes blended with the light water droplets, but it was obvious Bulma was crying.

She was pregnant. Normally, she would be overjoyed at having a child, but she knew Vegeta didn't want kids.

SHIT. What am I supposed to do? She wondered. Panic swept over her and she leaned against the sink for support. She wanted her child. She wanted her child! But, would Vegeta leave her?

Vegeta was worth more than her child. She chose Vegeta. Bulma decided she would simply get an abortion. She took a deep breath and mentally prepared to face Vegeta.

Vegeta sat uncomfortably on the lumpy mattress, standing impatiently at the bathroom door. How could she lie to him? It was so obvious she was pregnant. Why else would she throw up in the morning?

But, he didn't want a brat. He couldn't stand the thought of that. Sure, he liked kids. Or at least he could tolerate them, but to have his own? He knew he'd get too attached, which meant he'd get hurt if something happened to them.

Vegeta rubbed his head and sighed angrily. He had to get away. Now. He needed time to think. He needed to be alone to sort things out in his head. Without a second thought, he tore out of the room, slamming the door behind him just as Bulma walked out of the restroom.

She saw the door close and knew immediately that Vegeta wouldn't be back for a while. She knew he knew. They both knew. Bulma flung herself onto the bed and cried silently. He had worked so hard to prepare herself to tell Vegeta. She'd even decided to have an abortion, but he'd left her.

He'd walk out on her, no, ran out, just like that.

Why does shit like this happen to me? Bulma thought angrily, tears pouring down her face. She could literally fell her head shattering, and the pain was unbearable.

She grabbed her pillow and threw it across the room. A soft thud could be heard as the pillow rammed into the wall and fell limply to the floor. She then picked up the pillow Vegeta had been using and squeezed it tightly, burying her face into the fluffy material. His scent was scattered lightly over the pillow and this upset Bulma even more. She cried and cried until there were no tears left. She had cried until her body felt extremely exhausted. Letting out a ragged sigh, Bulma lay back down on her bed and stared at the ceiling.

Her mind had been fully of angry and sad thought, but now it was simply angry. She didn't even know what to think anymore.

The doorbell interrupted the lonely silence and Bulma scrambled out of bed. She threw on the nearest night gown and rushed down the stairs, a small bit of hope blossoming in her heart. It had to be Vegeta! She knew it had to be. He probably realized that he shouldn't have left and he was coming back to apologize.

Convinced that it was Vegeta at the door, Bulma quickly undid the locks and flung open the door. What was left of her already broken heart fell into even smaller pieces. How could she believe for one moment that Vegeta would return? It wasn't like him to admit his faults. After all, he was a selfish, rude, arrogant jerk. And heartless, thought Bulma, definitely heartless.

Instead of the lover she'd hoped to see, Yamcha was standing nervously at the door. His expression turned immediately from scared to shocked as the wooden doors opened to reveal a side of Bulma he'd never seen before.

Her eyes, which were one a deep sparkling blue, now looked almost white for there were silver tears rolling down her cheeks. Her hair was disheveled, pooling down her back in messy waves. She looked pale and worn out; her usual glow had disappeared. Her lips, which were normally a watery pink, were now dry and trembling slightly.

"Bulma! What happened?" Yamcha asked, immediately thinking of Vegeta. He expected the girl to burst out crying, yelling reasons as the why Vegeta was such a jerk. After all, he had known Bulma for a really long time.

What shocked him even more was the instead of her usual outburst, Bulma simply allowed him to step into the house. She closed the door gently and placed herself on the nearest chair. Not a word escaped her lips, or any sound, for that matter.

Yamcha lowered himself so he saw Bulma eye to eye. He studied her closely, frowning deeply as he did so. Was this really Bulma? She seemed so… different. Where was the loud, noisy girl he'd known? Could it be that she was so upset, she didn't even bother making noise?

Yamcha sighed and pulled the girl into a friendly hug, hoping to cheer her up. Bulma made no move to return the motion, butshe didn't push him away either. Her mind was pretty much still blank and she didn't feel anything at the moment.

"Bulma…", Yamcha fell silent and looked away for a moment. He had come that morning to attempt to befriend the girl once more, but with the condition she was in, he decided not to say anything.

Still, he wondered what could make Bulma act this way. "You should go to bed, cuz you look like shit", Yamcha said, hoping to make Bulma smile. She simply stared at him with her cold, teary eyes, then stood and walked weakly up the stairs.

Yamcha remained in the house until Bulma disappeared down the hall, then he left quietly. What just happened? He wondered as he climbed into his car. He had a gut feeling this had to do with Vegeta and he was determined to find out.

Bulma had spent the entire day in her room, mostly on her bed. She'd fallen asleep after Yamcha left, and did not wake up until late afternoon. Feeling dreadfully hungry, she trudged downstairs and heated up a bowl of soup.

While she waited, Bulma sat tiredly in a kitchen chair and stared out the window. So, it's come to this. She thought.

Leaning against the back of the chair, Bulma quickly reran the events of the past year over in her mind.

At age 22, right before she'd run into 18 at the café, her life had been dedicated to college and the capsule corp. business.

Then, she'd re-met Vegeta and her whole life changed. She was now physically a year older, but her mind had matured by many years. She saw the world and all the people in it differently, not as an inexperienced, young adult, but as a mature woman and a mother-to-be.

Bulma smiled at these thoughts. She was going to be a mother! She had originally planned to abort the child since Vegeta wouldn't have wanted kids, but, now he was gone. Which means I'll do what I want. Bulma thought, her smile widening.

Soon, she had finished eating and headed back to her room. With nothing better to do, Bulma took a shower and went back to bed.

Vegeta rolled down the car window, allowing rushing winds to blow heavily through his messy hair. He had taken off in the morning and headed towards the cabin where he remained throughout the day.

He spent hours upon hours debating on what to do.

Go back to Bulma. Well, he obviously planned to do that. But, what would he say to her? He knew how much she'd want a child, and he couldn't deny her the pleasure of having one. But, Vegeta knew he'd always been stubborn and a bit selfish. So, who would win in the end?

I'm happy because she's happy, and she'll be happy if she becomes a mother, he thought.

Besides, why didn't he want a child? Could he really allow stupid fears to control his life? Bulma had been afraid of relationships, but she overcame those fears. He could do it too, then, for she was definitely not better than him.

Convincing himself with these thoughts, Vegeta sped back to Capsule Corp, ready to have a long talk.

Bulma had woken up during the sunset, thought of Vegeta, then cried herself to sleep. For some weird reason, she found it impossible to let go of him. She was buried in the sheets, hugging Vegeta's pillow close to her chest.

This was the sight that met Vegeta's tired eyes as he stepped quietly into the room. He sat down gently on the bed and it shifted under his weight, waking Bulma from her sleep.

Instead of yelling, like Vegeta expected, he received a worse reaction. Complete silence. He fidgeted in the uncomfortable quietness, waiting for her to speak first. He took this time to study her and admitted silently that even with her tangled hair, tear-stained face, and puffy eyes, she was still beautiful.

Then, Bulma's voice, cold and harsh, filled the room.

"Go away", she said slowly, pronouncing each syllable clearly.

"I –"

"Vegeta, right now. I. hate. You. I know why you don't want children. All you want is a fuck buddy. Well, I don't want you. I don't need you, and neither will my child. I don't ever want to see you again", Bulma pointed at her door and glared at Vegeta until he walked away reluctantly. He would have felt much, much better if she'd yelled at him, hit him, even jumped on him and attacked him. But, to speak to him so calmly, and in such a cold, hurt voice, tore his heart apart.

He had no choice but to comply, so he left without a fight.

Bulma remained stiff until Vegeta's car disappeared from the driveway and rolled down the street.

"I didn't mean it", she murmured weakly, burying her face in her arms.

Bulma cried away all her tears, then fell asleep once more.

A/N: hm… I liked the ending Bulma did a lot of crying in here, didn't she? Well, would you if you were her? Anyways… please review!