A/N : since the last chapter and this chapter are both sooooo short, I'm posting them both today, yay!
CHAPTER 15
Bulma paced back and forth on her balcony, frustrated and near tears. Tomorrow, she would be bound to Yamcha. Tomorrow, any hope of Vegeta returning would be over.
"Why did I agree? Why? Why?" Bulma sat down tiredly and frowned. There it was, a sunset. Her mind went to Vegeta again, just like it did everyday. She wanted to be with him more than she'd ever wanted to before. She wanted him to be there to hold her, to kiss her, to comfort her, but mostly, to rescue her from Yamcha.
Yamcha had moved into a room in Capsule Corp. a day after the engagement and from that moment on, Bulma's life became hell. She kept herself alive for one reason. Trunks. The beautiful baby boy became Bulma's only source of happiness. (Wow! 5 B's in a row! Lol… ok… sorry) She spent hour after hour in the nursery playing with her child. When he slept, Bulma would watch him calmly, a feeling of sadness overcoming her.
He looked so much like Vegeta, except for the hair. This only reminded Bulma of what her life used to be. Often, the young mother would cry, then pretend to be asleep if Yamcha came in so he couldn't see her tears.
Now that they were going to get married, Bulma knew she couldn't hide anything from Yamcha. Still, she was reluctant to share anything with him. When Yamcha got tired of playing nice, he returned to his high school attitude towards Bulma.
He usually came home after midnight, drunk and smelling like liquor. He would sleep until noon, then wake up and yell at Bulma. He demanded food and company, which Bulma was forced to provide.
After dinner, Yamcha would leave Bulma to clean up and tend to her child. Those few hours each day were Bulma's favorite.
She would quickly do the dishes, then bring Trunks to her balcony where they enjoyed the sunset together.
Bulma had once believed that if she tried, she could get used to this life. Now, all her confidence drained out of her. After she married Yamcha tomorrow, she'd have less time to spend with Trunks. Yamcha would demand more attention and he'd want to sleep in the same bed.
With these horrible thoughts swirling around in her head, Bulma tugged on her hair and cried. She knew these moments would be her last memories of freedom.
A/n: short... short… I'm seriously running out of ideas that sux…. Please review!