The clouds that filled the sky grew darker and darker as each moment passed. Droplets of rain began falling from the night sky as a storm raged in. Vegeta sat in his favorite recliner watching that evening's presentation of WWE Raw. He glanced away from the television set and at the window.

"When's Trunks supposed to get home? I'm tired of his ass coming home late every night," Vegeta yelled out to Bulma.

"You're the one who lets him leave, dear," Bulma said from the kitchen.

"I didn't ask for a smart ass remark, woman!" Vegeta yelled back. Vegeta glared back at the television set. Damn it, now he wished he hadn't of said it. He hated being mean all the time, but it's what came out. He really couldn't control it.

"I know you love me, hun," Bulma retorted.

She was right, Vegeta did love her. He had loved her for years and he didn't plan on stopping. If something ever happened to her, or if someone ever took her from him, Vegeta had no idea what he'd do.

Vegeta suddenly found himself in another sour mood; where was that damn boy?

As if on cue, Trunks rushed through door, his purple hair slick with rain. "Hey Dad, sorry I'm late," Trunks apologized as he walked through the living room, a dripping wet backpack slung over his shoulder.

"Sorry isn't good enough this time," Vegeta barked.

Trunks turned around, "Dad, what do you want me to say? I do my school work, I'm not druggie… why isn't anything good enough for you?" Trunks pleaded.

Vegeta stood there… stunned. Trunks had never spoken to him this way before; he was speechless. "Why you little brat," Vegeta scowled. A slight aurora began to build around Vegeta.

Trunks took a few steps back, uncertainty plaguing his wandering eyes. Vegeta took a step forward and curled up his fists.

Bulma suddenly stomped into the room, "Not in the house, not with your son, not ever! Vegeta, what is your problem!"

Vegeta backed away and powered down… he had to apologize. "Trunks, you know I'd never hurt you. Just… just… get to your room," Vegeta mustered up at least somewhat of an apology.

Trunks turned away and strutted to his room without saying another word. Bulma shook her head and walked off into the kitchen. Vegeta was left standing there by himself to battle his emotions.

Vegeta walked into the kitchen to confront Bulma. She stood by the sink, leaned over, her head buried in her hands. Vegeta walked over to her and grabbed her by the shoulder. He slowly spun her around and embraced her. She buried her head in his shoulder and sobbed until his shirt was soaked with tears.

"It's going to be okay. I didn't mean to get that mad," Vegeta told her, softly.

"I just don't know what to do with you sometimes. It seems like any minute you could just snap and hurt someone. You could hurt me… you could hurt Trunks," Bulma said, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Trunks is my own flesh and blood. Bulma, and you… you are my wife. You are my other half. I love you with all of my soul," Vegeta told her, and he meant it. He meant everything he was saying. She was everything to him.

"Vegeta, I really do doubt that sometimes," Bulma said, still locked tight in his embrace.

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Goku, upon finally finishing his late night snack, stretched hard and left the kitchen. He walked into the darkened living room and collapsed on the couch. He and Chichi hardly ever fought, but when they did it was a catastrophe.

Goku just helplessly laid across the couch thinking about it. They had fought about the fact that Goten had come home late once again. Goku was obviously being way to lenient with Goten and Chichi just couldn't take it. Goku couldn't help it, though. Since Gohan had moved into the new apartment with Videl, Goku felt he needed to treat Goten like he wasn't a baby.

Goku suddenly sat up. He was right. Goten wasn't a baby and neither was Trunks. They were both juniors in high school and if they wanted to hang out till the late hours of the evening then so be it.

Goku stood up off the couch and walked over to the door. He needed to take a walk, but Chichi really didn't need to know he was gone. Goku stared at the door and then back at the darkness behind him. He then shook his head and transported to the other side of the door.

Goku glanced around the empty, rain drenched streets. The storm had finally passed over. Krillin, Tien, and Yamcha would all be asleep. There was no telling what Piccolo was doing. Goku sighed; the only place to go was Vegeta's. Vegeta was his best friend, but he could definitely be irrational at times.

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Bulma sat out on the porch of her home. She just couldn't take these fights with Vegeta anymore. They always got to her and she always cried.

Bulma decided to just push it aside as she glanced up at the streets around her. She then spotted someone walking down the street towards her house. She squinted and finally brought a name to the shadowy figure; it was Goku.

Bulma actually cracked a smile at seeing Goku. Now she could finally talk to someone with a shred of decency and common sense.

Goku approached Bulma and waved. "Hey there," Goku whispered and took a seat on the porch to her.

Bulma scooted closer to Goku and whispered back, "What are you doing up so late?"

"No reason," Goku answered. Bulma sensed something was wrong with the way Goku just stared at the ground; his usual smile lost somewhere in the back of his mind.

"Don't lie to me, Goku. I can tell there's something wrong," Bulma said, placing an arm around Goku.

"It's Chichi, we had a fight. I don't know what to do. We've been fighting more than usual lately," Goku said and glanced over at Bulma. She could see he was holding back tears.

Bulma patted Goku on the shoulder, "Don't worry about it. Couples fight and then they get over it. Things happen."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. What are you outside for, though?" Goku asked.

Bulma was surprised at the question. She didn't expect Goku to ask. "Oh, well, Vegeta is just being his usual self again. His usual self that I'm getting kind of tired of."

Bulma turned away from Goku and thought hard. Did she really mean what she just said or was she still sad from the argument?

"Well, it'll be okay. Vegeta does have his moments, but he can be nice," Goku said.

Bulma turned back to Goku, "Well he won't be nice. It's simply not part of his daily routine to be nice to me. I never get surprises; I never get taken out anymore. All I have now is a battle fatigued, grumpy husband that doesn't get or understand what I need."

Goku smiled, "Wow, I'm guessing you needed that."

Bulma smiled back and laid her head against Goku's shoulder, "I did. Thanks for listening Goku."

Bulma suddenly felt Goku's hand against her cheek. She was then pulled up, nose to nose, with Goku. "Anything for you," Goku said.

Bulma pulled away, confused at what Goku was doing. "Why do you say it like that?"

Goku let his head and his gaze searched the ground, seemingly for an answer. "I… have feelings for you, Bulma. Feelings… that I shouldn't have," Goku said, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

Bulma couldn't believe what Goku had just said. What did he mean? "Are you saying…?"

Goku's gaze finally met hers and Bulma felt like she could see straight into his soul. "Bulma, I-

Suddenly, the door swung open behind both of them. Trunks appeared in the doorway, "Hey Mom, what's going on?"

Bulma frantically got to her feet and stepped over to Trunks, "Goku and I were just talking about some things."

Trunks glanced from Bulma to Goku, "Talking, huh?"

Bulma smiled at Trunks trying to usher him inside, "Now say bye to Goku and get inside. It's late and you've got school tomorrow."

"Talking…," Trunks repeated as he pushed Bulma out of the way. "Bye Goku," Trunks said and then threw a solid kick at him. The kick connected and sent Goku skipping across the front yard.

Bulma was shocked, she could barely move. "Trunks, what are you doing?" Bulma yelled and shoved him hard.

Trunks shoved Bulma back and she hit the ground hard, "Stay back, woman!" Trunks leaped off the porch and into the yard, a few feet in front of Goku. Pain shot up Bulma's leg where she hit the porch.

Goku stammered up off the ground holding his side, "Trunks, we were just talking."

"Yeah, I've seen the way people just talk!" Trunks grabbed Goku by the back of the head and kneed him hard in the abdomen. Bulma watched as Goku crumpled to the ground. Bulma just watched; Goku was acting and wouldn't dare hurt her son.

Trunks then struck at the back of Goku's head, but Goku disappeared. Goku quickly reappeared behind Trunks and held both his arms over his head.

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Vegeta heard the commotion outside and was pissed before he even knew what it was. Vegeta stepped through the front door and saw everything: Bulma lying on the porch next to him and Goku assaulting Trunks.

"Kakarot, what is the meaning of all this?" Vegeta yelled.

Goku glanced at him while keeping Trunks locked in his grasp, "Vegeta, you know I can explain this."

Vegeta snarled, "I am tired of your petty explanations, Kakarot. I don't even want to hear it this time. It's time you finally get what you deserve!"

Vegeta pushed off the porch, the concrete cracking underneath the pressure. Vegeta heard Bulma scream something as he soared towards Kakarot, but it was too late now. Vegeta wasn't stopping for anything.

Goku threw Trunks to the side and managed to block Vegeta's first strike. Quickly, Vegeta began striking at Goku with fierce tenacity. His punches were incredibly fast; he could see Goku having a hard time keeping up.

Vegeta finally landed a punch and the impact snapped Goku's head back. Vegeta saw his opportunity and seized it. He began striking at Goku with various kicks and punches; each one connecting perfectly. Vegeta then pulled both his arms back, formed a small energy ball, and threw his hands into Goku's chest. The energy impacted and exploded, sending Goku flying out into the street.

Vegeta floated to the ground and glanced around. Lights were coming on inside various homes in the neighborhood. That was enough for now; no need to cause any concern with his other neighbors.

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Trunks sat up in the grass and stared at Goku in the middle of the street. Goku easily got to his feet and began walking back in the direction of his home. Trunks then glanced over at his father, who was walking back inside the house. Then, ashamed, Trunks glanced at his mother. She stared at him with a look that begged the question "why?"

Trunks got to his feet and looked away from his mother. He really had no idea what was going on.