Chapter 3

Bulma was trying to keep Vegeta from her mind the rest of the day so she occupied herself by playing with Trunks. She loved her son so much, more than anything in the entire world. Before she had him she was selfish and careless, it never ceased to amaze her how someone so tiny could change her whole outlook on life. To her, he was perfect, he had her clear creamy skin, and her oceanic blue eyes, and he definitely inherited Vegeta's handsome looks, and strength. Their mixture of genes created lavender locks, that Vegeta couldn't stand, but she loved it. It made him unique like both of his parents were.

Bulma was interrupted from her thoughts by her sons loud crying. Bulma scooped her baby boy into her arms and popped the bottle into his mouth; she always kept one handy because he was an eater. Just like your daddy. As Bulma was feeding Trunks she heard her phone vibrating on the dresser beside her. Before answering she looked at the caller ID. The screen lit up and the name that scrolled across was Diane.

Diane was a good friend of Bulma's. They been friends since elementary school, but because their lives were so different they drifted apart a bit. Bulma was a scientist, and Diane was a teacher. Bulma had a son, and Diane did not. Bulma had aliens and martial arts fighters for friends, and Diane had regular human plain Joe's for friends. She still loved her dearly, but the great difference in their lives was too big to keep them stuck together like glue, as they had once been when they were young. In fact she hadn't spoken to Diane since Trunks first birthday party which was months ago.

"Diane? What's up girlie?"

"Hey Bulma what's up? It's been FOREVER, God!"

"Yeah I know", Trunks was babbling in the background.

"Aww is that my little Trunksie trying to talk? How's the baby?"

"Aww, girl he's okay, getting bigger and stronger every day, like his dad", Bulma giggled. Just the small mention of Vegeta brought everything about him swarming through her mind.

"And Vegeta?"

"Oh, ah, he's good, doing his usual." She replied.

"Well, my night class was just canceled an hour ago, and I wanted to know if you wanted to go out?"

"Oh, that sounds sweet! But it's kind of late and I don't think I can get anybody to watch the baby". The thought of going out got Bulma's heart racing, she had been dying to hit the town ever since her belly went back to normal, but found it impossible to do anything with Vegeta's lack of help, and she didn't feel comfortable burdening her mother.

"Aww, Bulma come on, we haven't been out in forever, and you know a free night for me is hard to come by", Diane whined. As Bulma was contemplating what to do she heard a loud tapping at her window.

"Di, hold on a sec", Bulma brought the phone down from her ear and tucked it in her pocket. She walked over to her window to find Vegeta hovering outside.

"Well are you going to open the bloody window or do I have to break it?" he questioned rudely. He was floating outside her window arms folded across his bare chest, and a towel hanging from behind his neck. He was wearing his black spandex exercise shorts and the white Nike air forces she bought him. Damn. Bulma couldn't keep her eyes off of him.

"Woman!" his annoying voice broke her gaze.

"Alright, relax your highness" she replied as she opened her window. Vegeta floated into the room, not even bothering to put his feet on the floor.

"Damn it woman, next time take a picture, it will last you longer." He smirked. Bulma rolled her eyes at the old worn out joke. Too bad that joke is five million years old.

"What is it Vegeta?"

"I want my boy", he simple muttered. Bulma felt like she was going to fall over. He ignored the child's presence since he had been born and now he wanted to spend time with him?

"What?" she wanted to make sure she wasn't hearing things.

"What the fuck are you deaf? I said I want my boy", he roared.

"Don't yell at me and I asked you not to swear in front of Trunks". Vegeta rolled his eyes at her and mumbled some more curse words under his breath.

"Ew, you stink", she pinched her nose.

"Well I believe that's what physical activity may cause, not like you would know anything about that", he poked her stomach.

"Don't touch me you ass- A-hole" she corrected, glancing at the lavender haired infant in her arms. Bulma knew very well she could lose a few more pounds to get back to her pre-pregnancy weight. But she couldn't believe Vegeta would hit her with a low blow like that…or maybe she could.

"I've come for the brat". He repeated again, sounding extremely agitated.

"I heard you the first time, Jesus! You never want Trunks what's the big change all of a sudden?"

"Hn. I've been told I cannot stay in this home anymore, and when I lived here I saw the brat every day. Obviously the only way I can see him now is if I come here, and last time I checked you threw a bitch fit because I did not ask you in advance." He turned his head from her. Bulma thought it over for a second. No matter how much of an asshole Vegeta was, Trunks was HIS son, he would never let harm come to him.

"Ok, you can hang with him tonight", she sang. Vegeta floated towards her reaching for the baby.

"Hey! I don't think so mister; you better go take a shower first before you touch my baby!" Vegeta gritted his teeth at her and dropped his feet to the ground causing the floor to shake a little. He turned to give her an evil glare before he stomped out the room.

"Watch it bud!" she shouted after him. She quickly reached in her pocket, and brought the phone back to her ear.

"Di, I'm sorry about the hold".

"Damn girl I was just about to hang up", laughed her friend.

"Vegeta is going to watch Trunks, what time are you going to come get me?"

"Sweet! Its 8 right now I'll be there by 10. I'll see you then sweetie".

"Alrighty", Bulma hung up the phone and swung Trunks around in her arms and hopped up and down. "Mommy's going out Trunks!"

Bulma grabbed one of Trunks rattles and brought him to the bathroom with her, placing him in the bouncer, so she could shower. She must have been in there for 10 minutes before she heard her bathroom door slamming open.

"What the hell?" She peeked her head through the shower curtain and saw Vegeta standing in the door way.

"Can't you knock?"

"Please, like I haven't seen it before". Bulma turned off the shower and reached for her towel. After wrapping herself up she stepped from the tub and picked up the bouncer that was holding Trunks. She walked by Vegeta and placed the baby on the bed, and began rummaging through her closet. All the while Vegeta was watching her with curious eyes.

"And what are you doing?" he questioned.

"It looks like I'm getting dressed." She snapped. Bulma found her item for the night. The little black dress, it would be perfect for the occasion. She stepped into her huge walk in closet and dried her skin off once more and slid into the dress. She came out from the closet to see Vegeta still string at her.

"Yes"? she spoke in a sing song voice.

"And where are you going?" he almost looked angry that she was wearing the dress.

"I'm going out with my girlfriend tonight", she replied nonchalantly.

"Dressed like that?" he asked, slowly advancing on her.

"Yes", she replied trying to make her way past him. As she was walking around Vegeta he grabbed her arm, pulling her back in front of him.

"You're not wearing panties" he growled, staring at his own reflection in her eyes.

"Thanks for telling me", she replied sarcastically pulling her arm from his grasp. Bulma made her way to her bathroom where she started applying her makeup.

"I demand that you wear something more appropriate". Vegeta commanded. Bulma let out a huge laugh.

"Vegeta, I'm a SINGLE woman, I'll wear whatever the hell I please."

"Not while you are the mother of MY son, you won't"! Bulma sucked her teeth and continued putting on her makeup. When she finished Vegeta was standing in the door frame blocking her exit.

"Excuse me, I have to finish getting dressed", she tried to sound as sweet as possible.

"I meant what I said, woman", he whispered in a deadly tone. Bulma through her hands up in frustration.

"Fine you win". He stepped aside allowing her to pass. She walked to her dresser and reached for a pair of black panties. A huge grin slid across her lips as a light bulb went off in her head. She scooted her hands over the panties and picked up the next best thing. She walked over towards Vegeta close enough for him to see her clearly, and far back enough that her sons back was facing her. Bulma held up a tiny sexy black lace thong, for the prince to see. She slowly and as sexily as she could, slid each leg in, seductively. She slid her dress up enough to expose her front to Vegeta. His face was getting redder and redder at each passing moment. She slowly pulled the thong up, and she quickly pulled her dress back down.

"Happy you highness"? She mocked. Vegeta grunted and turned away from her. Bulma laughed as she walked over to her son.

"I love you baby, mommy will see you later ok"? Baby Trunks was half asleep as she gave him a big kiss on his lips. She laid him back on the bed, and sat down and slid her black 4 ½ inch pumps on.

"What time are you going to be back, I won't be here all night with him", Vegeta said, arrogantly as ever. BEEP BEEP! Bulma and Vegeta both heard the horn of Diane's car.

"It's 10pm now, uh, I'll try to be back by midnight. The latest 1am". She said as she was gathering her purse.

"You better be back here by midnight…Or else" he threatened.

"Mmhmm", Bulma ignored his comment as she painted red lipstick on her lips.

"Okay, I'll see you boys later", she gave Vegeta a small hug and a kiss on the cheek and ran her hand across her sons chunky cheek one last time. She was halfway down the stairs when Vegeta heard Bulma shouting something about Trunks needing a bath.

Vegeta looked at his sleeping son and rolled his eyes. He couldn't believe that she went out like that. Surely she was trying to upset him. Vegeta realized that a romantic relationship between them would never work, but she was still the mother of his child. On Vegeta Sei, she would have been locked away from everything, only coming out to mother the child. By right, she wasn't supposed to be going anywhere without him and much less dressing like some harlot.

Vegeta was irritated that she left wearing that dress, but he did enjoy watching her in it. She looked damn good, her hips filled out the dress perfectly. He enjoyed poking fun at her extra baby weight, pissing her off was great fun for him, but in all honesty she was still beautiful to him. The extra weight meant nothing; she had a child that was supposed to happen. The Human culture was ridiculous to him. All they were obsessed with was physical looks. Vegeta could always appreciate a beautiful woman, but it wasn't as big of a deal on his planet as it was here. A warrior could always appreciate a healthy woman, not a skeleton.

Vegeta took his gaze back toward his son. He watched as the boy squinted his eyes and jerk a few times in his sleep. Vegeta had seen this too many times before, he knew what was going to happen, but he hoped this time was wrong. He held his breath hoping the child wouldn't wake up. Not even a moment later Trunks began to wail. He wanted to see his son for a few hours today yes, but he honestly didn't want to babysit him. That was a woman's job; all he was supposed to do is train him and raise him up to be man, and a warrior.

Trunks' screaming just seemed to get louder, causing Vegeta to cover his ears.

"Hush boy!" he hollered. Trunks just continued to cry, so Vegeta put his face inches from his crying sons.

"Shut up!" he screamed. Trunks instantly stopped crying as he reached out for his father's face. Trunks grabbed Vegeta's nose, scratching it in the process.

"Brat! How dare you?" Vegeta roared. He balled his fists up in a rage. He knew he couldn't hit him back…yet; he was still just an infant. Trunks just continued to laugh at his father's frustration. Vegeta let out a deep and annoyed sigh, as he thought about what he was in for… This was going to be a long night.

"Stop the damn laughing and come here", Vegeta said, picking his son up by his shirt. Trunks was hanging from his shirt dangling into the air.

"The wicked witch says you need a bath, so let's see about it".