The Next Morning...

She had said her goodbyes, packed her bags, and made her steps across the runway, feeling her daughter's hand clutched tightly in hers as they watched the planes touching down or lifting off into the sky. A brisk wind whipped around Bulma's jacket and her hair, as she glanced to Bra and gave her a small pained smile, looking into her watery blue eyes so much like her own.

"Well, looks like it's time I better get going..." Bulma said, her heart racing as her fingers attempted to loosen from the firm grip of her half-saiyan daughter's.

"Mom.. Please... I'm going to ask you just one more time...please stay. Give Trunks one more chance!" She cried out, and wrapped her arms around her tightly, sobbing hysterically onto her mother's shoulder. Bulma had to gulp down her own painful sobs as she hugged her and shook her head.

"I'm sorry Bra, I tried.. but nothing I do works.." She choked out, and pulled back from Bra, turning her cheek to look at the plane as the door hissed open and passengers began to board the plane. She gave Bra a kiss on the cheek and one last squeeze as she turned around, hanging her head. Tears streamed down and dripped off her chin as she heard Bra wailing behind her, taking another step in line.

"Mother! Wait!'' A voice calls from a distance, a familiar voice.

Trunks? It couldn't be him saying that.. of all people, he would never say that!

Bulma turns around quickly, as well as Bra to see him running desperately across the pavement to get to her. She crosses her arms over her chest and huffs as he reaches them both and pants, his hands on his knees.

"What do you want, you jerk!" Bra yells at Trunks, her fists shaking at her sides as he looks to her with surprise. Bulma gives her a stern look, then turns to Trunks.

"What are you doing here?!" Trunks asks, shocked when he sees that the plane is readying for take off. The rumble of the engine nearly vibrates the ground, and lines of people before them are getting onto the plane.

"I'm leaving Trunks, but it's only for a little while." Bulma says.

"Are you crazy?! You can't go!" He cries out, exasperated.

"Don't worry, Trunks! I'll be back in a year or so, I just need some time to myself."

"Why are you doing this?" He asks in disbelief, his expression saddening.

"Do you really have to ask?!" Bra snaps, with tears in her eyes.

"She's leaving because of YOU!" She screamed at him, but Trunks ignores her and only shakes his head, stubbornly.

"But--you can't just walk out on your family!" He says.

"MY family does loves me! Except for you!" Bulma cries back, her heart wrenching as she gazes into his eyes and feels the hurt crawling back up into her chest.

''That's not true! I love you, and you know it!" Trunks says, as tears threatened to burst from his eyes.

By now, a crowd of bystanders had gathered, and they watched with shared curiosity at the scene before them.

"Are you going to get on this plane, or not lady!?" The flight captain yelled at Bulma, leaning out the door, the plane ready to leave.

"Just give me two minutes, okay?!" She screams back at him, looking back and forth anxiously between the plane, and Trunks. Part of her wanted to stay, but she also wanted to go, to just run away from all her problems. She didn't want to stay, with the knowledge that her only son hated her.

"Trunks...I wish I could believe you, but all you do is ignore me, and if you're not ignoring me, you're insulting me! You've hurt me!" Bulma said coldly, clutching her fist to her heart in pain.

"Well, how the hell do you think I feel?! What you did to yourself, and to usreally messed me up inside!" He yelled back, his voice cracking as hot tears trickled down his cheeks.

At seeing the sight of her son's tears, Bulma began to sob. She hadn't realized until just now, how much this truly hurt Trunks.

"Trunks... I'm so sorry...there's nothing I can do to change that, all I can do is--'' But, before Bulma can finish her sentence, she found herself face to face with her son's chest. Trunks pulled her into a tight embrace. Bulma was utterly shocked. When was the last time Trunks had hugged her liked this, or even called her mother?

Trunks buried his head into his mother's shoulder and sobbed uncontrollably. He had really missed his mother and wanted badly to be able to trust her again. Her leaving would not make things any better between them. Though he understood why she wanted to go, he couldn't help but feel that he was part of that reason.

"Mommy, please don't leave..." Bra says in a small voice from their side.

Bulma then hugs her son back for so long, realizing that she had wanted to hug him and tell him how much she really loved him all along. This was almost like a dream to her. She just couldn't believe that it was truly happening.

"My baby... can you ever forgive me...?" She cried into his chest, her tears soaking the fabric she was clutching, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing him tightly. She never wanted to let him go.

"Mother, I'll forgive you, if you can forgive me...for being a jerk..." Trunks looks down at the ground as he speaks, ashamed.

Bulma pulls away from him and lifts his strong jaw to see him eye to eye with her small hand.

"You called me... Mother...?"

Trunks smiled down at his mother, and nodded his head, yes. Bulma cries with tears of joy.

"You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say those words!" She responds, a large smile forming as they gaze at one another with wonder.

"So, does that mean you'll stay?" Says a random old lady that was also watching the scene. Everyone at the airport starts cheering and encouraging Bulma to stay with her family. She nervously looks at all the hopeful faces, and feels she has no better option but to give in.

Bulma looks back at Trunks, and sees his pleading face, the same endearing expression he used to give her as a child.

"Alright... I'll stay!" Bulma says, then laughs. Trunks smiles brightly, and pulls her in for another hug.

"Just promise me one thing...?" He whispers.

"I promise, Trunks. I will never touch alcohol again." Bulma says seriously then smiles up to Trunks.

Later that day, Briefs Residence:

"Hey! Save some for me!" Bra yelled, then giggled as she yanked the bowl of popcorn out of Trunks's hands, his eyes widening with surprise. He attempted to wrestle it back, but she held it over her head, and stuck her tongue out at him.

"You little snot--" He growled, and started back for the bowl.

"Alright, brats, just be quiet and share!" Vegeta growled back, holding his own bowl of popcorn away from Trunks's wandering hand, smirking.

"Now, now don't bicker you three! We have an industrial-sized box of popcorn that's enough to hold over a whole busload of Saiyans!" Bulma giggled as she switched off the lights then jumped onto the couch with them; almost knocking Vegeta's popcorn out of his hands in the process.

"Mmph!" He protested, his cheeks too stuffed to snap back at her.

"Shh! The movie's starting!" Bra whispered, moving the bowl over so Trunks could share with her. Vegeta wrapped his arm around Bulma's shoulders and she rested her head on him. She smiled and looked at them all before turning to watch the screen, happy to be home, back where she should be with her own special little family.

A/N: Well, all good things must come to an end, thanks for reading everyone!

Update 9/23/20: Hi everyone! If you liked this story, consider reading my new story, Keepsakes! It's a (Mature) romance story with Trunks and my friend's OC, based in the very same universe! I hope to see you there!

Love, RoyalBlueRoses