Chapter 2: Hide

Bulma not getting a period is due to the prenatal vitamins she still takes. My mom did that after she had my younger brother and didn't have a period till he was six.

Vegeta walked out the room and walked down the stairs. He searched for her ki and found it considerably lower than usual. She was in Trunks's room. Heading for the room, he picked up on the sound of a sob. The boy wasn't crying. In fact his ki was low in sleep. Bulma was crying. Silently, he opened the door and looked at the scene. She was holding his sleeping body close to hers as she cried softly into her hand. Bulma was never this emotional.

He narrowed his eyes and cleared his throat. Bulma visibly jumped and brought Trunks closer.

"What is wrong with you woman?" He asked eyeing her with calculating eyes.

She opened her mouth but shook her head and lowered her eyes.

Vegeta walked over to her chair and grabbed her chin. He looked in her eyes and watched more tears come as she tried to yank her chin away. A frown set on his face. What was the problem? She had never tried to get away from him. Not even when he tried to kill her on Nammek.

"You will tell me what is bothering you woman." He said gripping her chin a little harder.

She whimpered. "Please, Vegeta." She whispered, tears racing down her face.

He growled and released her chin. Taking Trunks out her hands, he laid him in his bed before standing across from her. She looked ready to bolt out the door any second and he wasn't having it. Her eyes weren't on him either. They were looking out the window with more tears in them. Slowly, she turned her head and looked his way but had her head down.

"Vegeta, can I leave?" She asked in a hushed tone.

"Sure, when you tell me what is wrong. Does it have something to do with why your work clothes are covered in your blood?" He asked with knowing eyes.

Bulma clenched her jaw. "Please, Vegeta can we not talk about this right now?" She asked with a lowered head and her arms wrapped around herself.

"Hn." He hummed as he walked out the room. He'd let her go this time but he would find out what was wrong. And whoever hurt his mate had hell to pay.

...

It had been two weeks since the incident. She refused to leave her lab. Said she was working on a new project for the company. Her dad was running the company in her place. She only came out when everyone was asleep. And when she did, she sat in Trunks's room and watched him sleep. Everyone was becoming concerned. Goku had dropped by to help get some information out of her but she only cried and said that when Vegeta found out he would hate her. He tried to assure her that was not the case and that he would stay there and help her but Bulma wouldn't say anything.

"Just know that no matter, we are good friends Goku." She whispered in his ear as she hugged him.

Goku looked at his childhood friend with a deep gaze. "Don't do anything that would take you away from all of us. We would all be upset but it would kill Vegeta." He said softly, wiping a tear from her eye. "He may not act like it but I know from a man's point of view, it would destroy him."

Bulma nodded.

Then he was gone. She was alone in her lab again. Sliding down onto the floor in the corner, she wrapped her arms around her knees. Her mate was probably furious that Goku was here. It didn't matter what the reason was, Vegeta still hated him. A small smile creeped on her face at the thought of Vegeta glaring at her best friend. A sigh escaped her lips as she closed her eyes and slipped off into a light nap. She hadn't got much sleep since this whole thing started. Her dreams were plagued the reoccurring incident.

She was walking home from work to enjoy the snow. It was January, and there was a nice amount of snow on the ground. She loved the snow. It was beautiful and reminded her of her husband and mate. They were both cold but comforting. A ding sounded on her phone, telling her that she had an email.

"Mrs. Briefs?" A gruff voice asked.

"Yes." She said checking her phone.

She missed the evil smile as she was grabbed and -

She awoke quickly. Tears were rolling down her eyes as she put her hands on her head. What did she do to deserve this? Standing up, she walked out her lab and headed to the kitchen. Vegeta stood there with a frown on his face as she walked in. Her head lowered as she walked to the fridge. Just as she was about to open the door, a hand appeared on the door.

"You have been avoiding me woman." He whispered hoarsely.

Bulma gulped as the memory replayed in her mind.

A hand appeared on her shoulder softly.

"I want you to tell me what is wrong with you woman." Vegeta murmured.

"Vegeta. I can't." She whispered.

"Why not?" He growled, unconsciously squeezing her shoulder.

Bulma gripped the fridge for dear life. He was hurting her. No, she was hurting him. She cursed as she felt the wound open up slightly. Vegeta was tugging on the stitches non to gently. He grabbed her like his too.

"Vegeta, please let go of me." Bulma whispered.

"No."

She turned and looked over her shoulder with a tear sliding down her cheek. "Please."

His eyes widened at her face. Quickly, he moved his hand and watched her run away. She was pleading with him. What happened to his hot tempered mate? Looking down at his hand, he saw blood on his palm. Is that the reason she had been wearing dark clothes. They covered everything, even though she had a figure to die for. Just what was she hiding?