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This chapter has a lot more dialogue, less feelings and more conversation. Even though Vegeta's thoughts are easier for me to write, a little action is always welcome.For some of you, this might sound familiar, I got some of the dialogues from the wonderful movie "The Notebook"
I do of course not own this movie, and this chapter is loosely based on one of the scenes from "The Notebook"
Important: My last two weeks at school. I am working as hard as I can to make sure I pass, and this might slow down the updates. As of tomorrow, I only have one week of school left, and after that, I will update at my old rate again. I'm really really sorry.
Disclaimer: I still don't own DBZ, nor do I own the "Notebook". It would be great if I did, I could make B&V the starring characters and turn it into a real love story.
My son and I have trained all day long. I am proud of him, he did an outstanding job. Truly worth the tile "Prince of all Saiyans". I hope that somehow my father in Hell would be able to see this, to see how an eight year old surpassed him by far.
A true warrior, hopefully his mother won't soften him up.
It's dinner time and Trunks, Bulma and I are sitting at the table. Bulma and I eat our food silently while Trunks talks about everything I've learned him today. Bulma glances at me ocasionally, while she listens to our son. I don't understand why she looks at me like that, what could she possibly want from me?
Doesn't she understand that I have already given her everything?
Dinner ends and my son and I both get up. Trunks flies out of the dining room and I want to go after him, but Bulma prevents that.
"Vegeta, stop! Could you sit down, there's something I need to tell you" she says.I look surprised, what can there possibly be so important? "What is it, woman?"
"I think, well, I'm pretty sure that, well..." "Well what woman?" I ask impatiently
"I'm pregnant" she blurts out. My mouth falls open. "Impossible. Why can't I feel the child's energy signal, then?" I ask. I am not angry, just very surprised that I failed to see this coming.
"You only feel it after a couple of weeks. I got pregnant the night after you defeated Buu, so obviously you won't be able to pick up the baby yet" she answers.
"Are you unhappy with the baby?" Bulma asks insecure. Of course not. Why would I be unhappy, this is my child inside her, I don't see why that would anger me.
"No. No I'm not." I whisper softly. I take her into my arms and kiss her forehead. Another 'weak' moment. But if comforts her as usual, and she looks at me with happiness in her eyes.
"That's good, because I wasn't sure whether I should tell you or not, I thought you might be angry with me." She says. She looks almost scared, I don't recall ever seeing her this lost, like she's truly afraid of something.
"What are you afraid of woman?" I ask in an unusually soft voice. "Nothing. Why would I be afraid of something?" She replies arrogant.
"Why did you think I was angry with you?"
"I don't know. I thought, maybe you regretted telling me everything. I thought that you thought of last night as a mistake. As something that shouldn't have happened." She looks at me with hopefull eyes, as if she's waiting for me to reassure her that I do not regret anything. That I'm happy I told her all. But I can't bring myself to it, I have to play the arrogant bastard once again.
"So then you were afraid?" I say while a smirk forms on my lips.
"I hope you're going somewhere with this." She suddenly says angry.
"What do you mean by that, woman?" "There's no need to rub everything in, Vegeta. You don't have to remind me of all my 'weaknesses'. I was afraid because I care about you, and I thought that I had just ruined everything we had built up in the past nine years. Try not making me feel like you're making fun of my feelings, just this one time!" She's furious with me. I might have deserved one part of the speech, but this is outrageous!
"What the fuck are you talking about? What have I done this time? I'm here trying to make everything work. I talk to our son, I train with him, I go to the park with him. That's what you wanted, isn't it? Same with you, I opened up to you. I let myself become like you, with all my emotions displayed for everyone to see. You know why, woman? Because after all these years, I still want to be with you, I still don't want you to leave me, and I still do my best to maintain what we have. Why are you so fucking ungrateful?" I yell at her.
"Me! Ungrateful! It's you who are ungrateful, Vegeta. I let you live in my house, eat my food, sleep in my bed" and suddenly she stops. She sits down and puts her head in her arms.
"Look at us, Vegeta. We're going to have another baby. In what kind of environment will this child grow up if it's parents can't get along. We've been in the same room for ten minutes and here we are, fighting again."
She says sad and looks at me. I can't take it anymore. I walk over to her, grab her shoulders and shake her.
"Wake up, Bulma! You know why we fight? Because it's what we do. You tell me I'm an arrogant bastard, and I tell you you're a spoiled bitch, which you are, nine out of ten times. Then we get along, right before you do the next spoiled bitch thing. I told you it was not going to be easy. I told you I needed time before I could truly talk to you. It's what we do, woman. We fight, and then at the end of the day, we still sleep in one bed." I finish.
I'm sick and tired of everything. For a moment, I can't stand her. I just want to take her and throw her out of a window. But then she comes to me, wraps her arms around my waist and lays her head on my chest.
I embrace her and we stand like this for a few minutes. I pull away and look at her. I brush the hair off her face and look in to her eyes.
"I'm trying, woman. I am. I need time" I whisper in her ear while I embrace her again.
"I know, Vegeta. I'm sorry I lost it. I don't know what got in to me, it's so not like me to even think about these sort of things.." I cut her off.
"Be quiet woman, can you keep your mouth shut for just one moment?" I say playfully. Luckily she understand I'm not serious, and smiles.
"Let's go upstairs" She whispers seductively and I follow her with a smirk on my face.
I feel like I am making an effort with Trunks. I'm not exactly a warm father figure, but I've seem to find a way to communicate with the child, and still keep my dignity. I fucked up the first seven years of his life. There's no denying that. I should have, and could've done better. But it is done, and the past cannot be changed.
At least I'm trying to find a way to make it perfect.
And as I take my woman into my arms, I secretly vow I'll treat the child that grows into her womb better than I treated Trunks.
I won't fail them. Not this time.
A/N: Ugh, Vegeta OOC, but hey, I kinda like this chapter. Ideas, comments? review please!