A/N: I can't even begin to say how sorry I am. It's been 10 days, and I'm feeling very guilty.
But, I'm done with school! So I'll be updating as fast as possible again, thanks for sticking with me!

Enjoy this chap!

I wake up the next morning feeling like shit. I don't know what to do anymore.

I look at my sleeping mate. She looks more beautiful than ever. Her short, blue hair falls gently on her face, as she lies there peaceful.
I sit down and look at her while she's sleeping for a while. But after sitting there for a couple of minutes, I suddenly realise something: I have to get out.

Too many men, too many beings making too many problems. I need quiet, just me and the nature. I can't take this anymore, I need some time to be on my own.
To think. To think about the position I'm in, and find out what the fuck I'm supposed to do with the rest of my life. I have already decided that I will spend it with my family,
but I need to set my thoughts straight. I have to get out.

I put on some clothes. A simple training outfit will suffice. Dark blue sweatpants, and a black tanktop.

As I open the door, the most fucked up thing happens: she wakes up.

Bulma yawns, turns around, sees that I'm not there, and immedeatly jumps up and looks towards the door. Shit. She know's I'm leaving.

"Where are you going, Vegeta?" I can't stand those eyes. I feel as if they pierce into my soul, they make her face look so beautiful, but I feel uncomfortable when she looks at me like that.

"Where do you think I'm going?"

"To the Gravity Room?." She says sarcastically. She gets up and starts walking towards me. She's an inch away from me, as she looks at me.

"Woman... I... I haven't been... I need to" She cuts me off. "You're leaving aren't you?" It wasn't even a question, more of a statement.

I sigh and look down at my shoes. I'm ashamed of leaving her like this, but she know's this is the only way.
She faintly smiles and puts her hand on my cheek. She strokes my face and I close my eyes in response.

"Go" are the only words I hear, as I fly out the window.

I'm alone here. There's just emptyness, eagles and snow. It's chilling my body,and I only hear whispers of home.

I am in a prison of my own making. I have grown into a hero, and yet there's no worship.
I miss my throne. I miss the times when entire civilizations trembled at my name, when my father and I would go somewhere, and immediatly every being around would drop to their knees.

But I'm alone again. And I'm alone by choice.

What the fuck am I supposed to do?

I want to go back, but somehow I can't. Something's holding me back.
The woman wants me with her, but for some reason, she's never satisfied.

I'm sick and tired of her whining, she's spoiled rotten. No denying that. No matter what I do, it's never good enough.
She wants me to go on my knees and tell her how much I love her. I refuse to have her make me feel as if it's never good enough.
I have felt like that many times in my life. I don't need her complaints, her annoying voice cringes up my insides.

And yet, for some reason, I still care about her.

I don't even know why. Sitting on a mountain in the middle of nowhere, I suddenly realise that Bulma's right.

We fight. That's all we do, we don't know how to get along properly. It's as though we purposely annoy each other, but in the end, I can't bear living without her.

Why? What the hell has she done for me to be so dependent of her touch. Why do I go home every night, when I know there's going to be a fight.

Living with her has brought me hapiness for the first time in my life, but it has also brought me pain, that I have never felt before.
She has made me feel like I'm worth something. She told me I'm not an evil bastard that kills everyone that gets in their way.

But I am. I do not hesitate in killing anyone, and I don't feel any remorse for my actions.
But being with her, has made me feel like a man. Not a tyrant, but a true man. She has always treated me kind.

She loves me. No one has ever loved me before.
I have always been told that love is not important. That there's no need to love, it's only for the weak.

She is weak, but she controls me. I hate admitting it, it's huge blow to my pride, but she does.
I would do anything for her. Except for one thing: I won't humiliate myself.

I refuse to tell her how I feel. Not as much for me, but also for her. How can I possibly explain to her that warrior's do not love.
It will break her heart. And that will tear me up inside.

After spending an entire day thinking about this, I decide to head back to CC.
I can't find an answer to my question, and I certainly have no idea what to do.

Coming back home, something suddenly hits me:

Fucking Hell, she's having a child.
I have to make this work, there's no other option; my child is growing in there.

Bulma walks over to me. "You're back soon." She looks tired. There's a certain sadness in her voice that cannot be mistaken for something else.
But for tonight, I decide to ignore it. "You coming to bed?" she asks, stifling a yawn.

I nod, and follow her while I follow her up the stairs.

I refuse to fail her. You can slit my throath, and I won't be able to tell you why, but I refuse to let her down.

A/N: Sigh I don't even know what to think of this. BTW, there are some lyrical references to the song "Pictures of Home" by Deep Purple, which I think no one has noticed.

Also one line from the Genesis' "Land of confusion."


But setting that aside, I'm sorry it took so long. I will however add that I plan on ending this story within one or two chapters, just have to figure out an ending.

Hope you liked this chapter, cause I don't know whether I did!