Chapter 2

Bulma laid her sleeping son into his baby blue elephant crib that was beside her bed. She released a deep sigh and looked around the bedroom that she shared with Vegeta. Their relationship was extremely different from most couples; no courting, no romance. They never announced themselves as being 'exclusive' and she knew Vegeta didn't see her as a girlfriend, or anything for that matter. Everything between them, Trunks included just happened.

Bulma thought back to their first intimate encounter. Of course nothing led up to it, it just happened. Bulma always found Vegeta attractive, he was very well built and his body was so toned, it appeared that you could possibly cut steal off of it. Not to mention his handsome face that drove every woman wild, young and old, or the fact that he was the Webster definition of a 'bad boy'. Vegeta never openly admitted to finding Bulma attractive, but she knew he took physical interest in her. She would often catch him staring at her while she tanned by her pool, something she always found hilarious.

Their very first intimate experience happened on a rainy night almost a year previous. Bulma saw a spider in her bathroom and had to beg the almighty Prince to kill it for her. After at least almost of an hour of begging, he obliged, and then Boom! The next thing she knew they were in bed together. It just happened, for no reason at all, maybe loneliness or maybe nothingness. The next day they avoided each other tried to pretend it didn't happen, and it went on that way for almost a month. Then finally one night as she was getting ready for bed Vegeta just strolled into room and kissed her. Bulma was taken back at the moment, but she always believed that that was the moment that her feelings for Vegeta began to grow. Over the next few months their 'relationship' began to blossom, he moved into her room, and they grew an undeniable bond. He shared a few deep and intimate feelings and she confided in him for almost everything. He never really responded when she talked but she knew he was paying her full attention by the way his arm would wrap around her tighter if she was in pain, or how he would pull her closer if she was scared.

Of course, after months of unprotected sex she fell pregnant, and that's where things started to fall apart. Vegeta wanted her to terminate the pregnancy and when she decided against it he began to distance himself from her. It momentarily got better, he did seem to be a tad happier upon finding out that the baby would be a boy, but it was short lived. He didn't support her through the pregnancy; never offering to massage her back when she was experiencing pain, or help create a birth plan. He didn't even act like he was going to become a father. He refused to hold her hand during the delivery, or cut the umbilical cord; instead he sat on top of the hospital the whole time acting irritated and bothered.

The first few weeks after Trunks' birth were the hardest, Bulma denied her mother's offer to stay and help her with the baby because she thought she would have Vegeta's help. She was caught off guard when she realized he wasn't going to help her to a damn thing. Trunks would be up in the middle of the night wailing, and Vegeta would just sit there, scowling, while she tended to the baby's every need on her own. It was so bad that she would even have to sit trunks in the bathroom with her while she showered because of Vegeta's lack of help.

By this time Bulma was far gone in love with Vegeta, she assumed because he lived such a hard life that it would be a hard transition, but he never got used to it. He ignored their son, and made no attempt to change or at least adapt to their new life. And so it went on like this for a long time, almost a year, which lead them to where they were now. All they did was fight, she would be in his face and he'd be in hers. They would curse each other she would throw things and he would break them. He would leave days on end sometimes weeks without saying a word to her or even trying to check up on their son. Bulma knew her heart still beat for Vegeta, but knew her son was more important. He had had enough to chances to man up and do what was right, leaving her no choice but to cut the ties. Bulma couldn't help but to think that maybe they just weren't meant to be, their whole relationship was a mistake, after all they just happened, there was never any fairytale romance involved.

Bulma's thoughts were interrupted as she sensed a presence behind her, as if someone were staring at her. She slowly turned around only to see Vegeta leaning onto the frame of her door, looking arrogant as ever as he glared her down.

"I'm not done packing your things", she spoke first. He just continued to stare at her very carefully as if he were trying to read her mind or something.

"I'll bring them to the guest house when I'm done with them", she continued.

"Well I need a change of clothes right now, and at the rate you're going I won't receive my belongings until next year. I've been watching you stare into the air for five minutes", he scolded, surely it was because he felt he was superior to her.

"Hn. Well fine then, get your shit together yourself and get it out of my house, and don't you come back in here unless you asked my permission".

"Ask your permission? And who the fuck are you for me to be asking you anything?" he spat. Bulma could see the fire burning behind his eyes.

"I'm the owner of his home, that's why. You're lucky I'm even letting you stay on this property as it is", she countered.

"Really? Am I now?" Vegeta said in a condescending tone, as he began to walk towards her, stopping inches from her."Then I guess that makes you lucky because I haven't blasted your property to the ground then?"

"Get your shit, and leave", Bulma was getting nervous, would he do something so insane? She couldn't help but wonder.

"Bitch", he spat and knocked her aside, beginning to grab his belongings.

"And keep it down before you wake the baby", she half whispered half yelled. Of course he ignored her request, and continued to throw things around making noise. A few moments later Trunks began to cry.

"Damn it Vegeta, you woke him up".

"Well I'm not deaf, shut him up!" he commanded. Bulma picked her son up from his crib and began patting his back and kissing his cheeks.

"Hush baby, don't cry, he doesn't mean it". As Bulma was talking to her son she gave Vegeta a cold glare. Trunks just started to cry louder, at the point where it was pure screaming. Vegeta dropped his things and advanced on his son and Bulma.

"Quiet boy or I'll give you something to cry about!" Vegeta threatened.

"Vegeta! How dare you—" Bulma was cut off by the sounds of Trunks laughter. The baby was in her arms giggling and reaching up for his daddy. "I can't believe it, you got him to stop crying", Bulma continued.

"Whatever", he shrugged her off and retrieved his things from the floor. Bulma stepped closer to Vegeta trying to hand Trunks to him.

"I don't want him" Vegeta barked stepping a few paces back.

"Trunks wants you to hold him Vegeta", she frowned. Trunks managed to catch hold of his father's shirt tugging at it laughing the entire time.

"Release me brat!" Vegeta pulled his shirt back from the baby. Bulma rolled her eyes and pulled her son back towards her chest. Vegeta was on his way through the door when she called him back once more.

"Vegeta wait!" She walked towards him. Vegeta stopped and looked at the woman.

"When you want to see him, just let me know before you come please?" she asked. For a moment it was pure silence between the two until Trunks stated babbling. Vegeta looked down at his son and nodded.

"Stop giggling like a female, boy", was all he said before he turned to leave.

Vegeta dropped his things onto the bed in the guest house's bedroom. He looked around, taking in his new space. It was way smaller than the woman's room but he didn't care.

Vegeta couldn't admit to anyone that he actually did have feelings for his son's mother. He never let her know because deep down he felt that they were not supposed to be together. He tried to resist her temptation but found it impossible. She was strikingly beautiful, and he could sense that she felt the physical attraction to him as well. Vegeta began having relations with Bulma mainly because of her physical attraction, and it had been a while since the last time he was intimate with a woman. As time went on and she began opening deep thoughts up to him and trying to get him to open up his own as well, he began to feel a connection to her. He knew that he was falling for her and he opened his mind to the idea of finding a mate. She wasn't a Saiyan, but she was the next best thing. She had the exotic beauty, the fiery attitude, the determination, and the intelligence.

Things were fine between them for a while, and then she discovered her pregnancy. He didn't want her to keep it in the beginning because he knew how tedious delivering a Saiyan baby could be. She could have easily died trying to give birth, but because the woman was so hard headed and determined she continued the pregnancy. The thought of having his own biological child warmed up on him as time went by, but he couldn't help but be annoyed by her constant whining and complaining.

Vegeta didn't understand the human customs well enough at the time, he didn't know that she wanted and expected him to be there for, after all a Saiyan woman dealt with pregnancy on her own. He wasn't comfortable playing that role so he withdrew from her. She always took it as him not caring and being selfish only caring for himself. How could she just assume and expect him to just change who he was? He never once thought he would find a woman that he would want to mate, considering all the females of his species were dead, and he never in a trillion years thought about having children, he didn't even want any to be honest.

Vegeta wasn't accustomed to the human way of doing things and everything happened so suddenly he didn't know how to handle it. The woman wanted him to rub her back and feet and pick names out for the brat. He wasn't used to these things and his way of dealing with it all was distancing himself. He didn't support her throughout the birth of their son because he didn't know how; it was all overwhelming to him.

It angered him to hear Bulma bitching and moaning about how he didn't care for his son, when he did. He did love his son, but he chose not to show it. Showing affection is a sign of weakness to the prince, and he was far from weak. Vegeta knew he wouldn't baby his son, the boy was half Saiyan, and he had the blood of a warrior running through his veins. He wanted to start the child from birth with training, as his father had done with him, but she was against it. Their parenting skills and views were completely opposite, so once again he stepped back, leaving everything to her.

Because he didn't show his affection didn't mean it wasn't there. He kept a close eye on the both of them from a far, like a true warrior. It bothered him that Bulma wanted him out of her home, but everything that happened in the few hours that passed made him reflect on their whole relationship, from beginning till now. Vegeta knew he wasn't meant for her. She was a beautiful, delicate flower, and he was an ugly murderous weed. They were from two completely different spectrums of life, and it would never change. Vegeta knew that the decision she made today was the right one and the best one.

He was going to stay and train his son, as a true warrior is supposed to. He would continue to protect the child and his mother until the boy was of age, and then he would leave, simple as that. It was a mistake for them to get together n the first place and it was a mistake for them to have the child, but he was a man of honor and he decided he would accept responsibility. He still cared deeply for the woman no matter how annoying she was but the reality of it was that they were just not meant to be, it wasn't like it was some fairytale relationship anyway.

Vegeta broke from his deep thoughts and left the guest house to go to the gravity room. He wanted to blow off some steam and relieve some stress. Before he entered he looked up at his old room and he caught glimpse of the woman playing with their son. He soaked in the picture locking it into his memory and then entered the gravity room.