Chapter 4

Bulma hopped into Diane's Mazda RX8, super excited. She hadn't been out in forever, a little over a year in fact. Bulma was going to have a good night tonight, she deserved it, and she was single again! She was going to let it all loose on the dance floor.

"Hey Di", Bulma leaned over and gave her girlfriend a kiss on the cheek.

"Bulma!" she screeched returning the gesture with a peck of her own. Bulma couldn't help but notice how great Diane looked. She looked so stress free, her skin was glowing, and she looked rejuvenated. Bulma felt a pinch in her stomach, maybe motherhood was aging her. Diane's beauty made Bulma a little self conscious but she tried to stick in the back of her mind.

"So where's that sexy Vegeta of yours?" Diane smiled slyly. Bulma chocked a little at the question, once her brain processed it. Why on God's green Earth would Diane say something like that?

"Uh, he's watching Trunks". Bulma couldn't help but be a little taken back. Since when was Vegeta sexy to Diane? They weren't together but that's was her baby's dad, certainly Diane didn't mean anything behind the comment, she hoped.

"So how are you guys?" Diane asked.

"Were not together anymore, I left him."

"WHAT? That fine ass man? Girl your crazy what happened?"

"It's a long story, and I really don't want to talk about it right now." Bulma snapped. Now Diane was really pissing her off. Vegeta was none of her damn business! Diane snapped her head back in shock from the assault.

"Ok, my bad". Diane put her hands up in defense. The situation was becoming extremely uncomfortable so Bulma quickly tried to change the subject.

"So what club are we heading too?"

"Vertigo", Diane replied.

"Hmm, never heard of it", Bulma confessed. Damn I haven't been out THAT long. Before Trunks she was a club hopper, party animal, and the nightlife was her thing. Every weekend she was out getting wasted and hosting the best of the best parties; she been to every hot spot at least a thousand times. And now she was a mom, she hadn't smoked or drank in over a year.

"It's this new club downtown, it's a hip hop spot, I hear its pretty dope", Diane sang.

"Well, I guess will find out then" Bulma replied. Diane nodded and turned up the radio, and stepped on the gas pedal. Bulma's mind wondered home for a moment. I hope Vegeta is taking care of my baby.

Back at home Vegeta was trying to get his son ready for a bath. It was a pretty difficult task considering Trunks just wanted to play the whole time. It took Vegeta about 15 minutes just to undress the boy, and he was struggling to get him to stay in the water.

"Sit down boy!" Vegeta barked. Trunks was jumping up and down trying to avoid being in the water. Out of frustration Vegeta pinched the baby's leg.

"Ahh, that got your attention, you little pest!" Trunks stared at his father for a moment and then busted out into tears.

"WWWAAAAAAAAAAA" Vegeta took a few paces back and stared at his son in awe. He was going to lose it there is no way that he could keep up with this all night. He couldn't help but wonder what he had gotten himself into. Exactly why I never wnted any brats! Just as Vegeta was about to lose all hope he felt Bulma's mother approaching.

"What's going on here?" Mrs. Briefs smiled playfully. Vegeta stared at her and closed his eyes for a moment thanking the Gods that she was here.

"Shut him up woman", he commanded.

"Where's Bulma?"

"She went out obviously, or she would be the one shutting him up, don't you think?" Mrs. Briefs ignored the prince's comment and rushed to the side of the tub to get her grandson.

"Aww, baby what's the matter huh?" she lifted him from the tub and he just screamed louder. Mrs. Briefs brought Trunks to her shoulder and began patting his back, but to no avail he continued to scream. She looked at her grandsons cherry red face and noticed he was reaching out for something. When she looked up to see what it was she stared to giggle,

"Looks like he wants his daddy", she stated over the loud wailing.

"Get him to stop first", Vegeta yelled back, covering his ears.

"Take him, and I'll bet you he will stop", she reassured. She plopped Trunks into Vegeta's hands and instantly Trunks stopped crying. Vegeta furrowed his eyebrows in frustration as he glared at his son.

"You will not do this all night child", he growled, his finger pointed in the baby's face. Mrs. Briefs giggled at the scene before her.

"Dress him and lay him down I'm sure he will be asleep before you now it", she blew a kiss at her grandson and left the room. Vegeta rolled his eyes and tucked Trunks under his arm, heading towards Bulma's bedroom.

Bulma and Diane arrived at Vertigo around 11:15pm.

"I have to be home by 1am", Bulma told Diane.

"Yeah sure", she replied, barley paying her any attention. They both got out of the car and walked towards the entrance of the club. Bulma did feel a little self conscious around all the other beautiful women that were there but once all the men stared flooding around her and Diane, they thought quickly left her mind. Bulma and Diane finally got through the river of people that were blocking them from the entrance. Diane pulled out $800, buying them 3 bottles of liquor and VIP access. Once they were inside the heat hit them like they just walked under a hair dryer. The club was on and everyone was having a spectacular time.

Bulma and Diane made their way to their special VIP table on the second floor. Bulma wasted no time, pouring herself a drink and making her way to the VIP dance floor. Bulma was a natural on the dance floor, music would take a hold of her and she would go wherever the beat took her. Bulma was swaying her hips to the beat, sipping on her drink. She finished her first drink in about 20 minutes, and soon after she got that tipsy feeling. She couldn't deny that it felt good. She was thanking the Gods that she didn't have to breast feed Trunks anymore.

Diane was in the corner with some guy, which was typical of her. She knew how Diane was when they went out and she didn't mind. She was having a party all by herself on the dance floor. Bulma's eyes were shut as she was dancing when she felt someone come behind her. She tensed up and turned around to see a very handsome guy.

"Whoa, baby relax, I just want a dance", he smiled. Bulma thought it over for a second and decided it would be harmless. She turned around and began dancing with the handsome mystery man. She felt his hands gripping her hips as she moved to the beat of the music. He began to lean into her back, and she felt his breath on her back. He was so close she could feel the bulge from his package on her backside.

"So what's your name mama?" Bulma couldn't help the smile that crossed her lips.

"Bulma", she answered.

"That's a sexy name lady", he replied. All the while he and Bulma were still dancing closely.

"What's yours?" she asked. He slid his hands down her thighs.

"Maximillian", he replied sweetly, "but I'd prefer if you called me Max".

"Ok, Max", she flirted.

Vegeta finally got Trunks dressed. He looked at the clock and felt his heart beat with rage. 12:15am, he told her to be back by midnight. Trunks was clearly sleepy but he was trying to fight against it. Vegeta was trying to lay Trunks down in his crib so he could lie down and relax, and wait for Bulma's return. He got the boy down on the bed but as soon as he let him go he began to cry.

"What is with you boy? Are you haunted?" Vegeta groaned. That damn woman. Trunks was at it again with the crying to Vegeta angrily scooped him up and held him in the air analyzing him.

"You're a miserable brat", he informed him. Trunks just giggled and began babbling. Vegeta laid his back down on the floor holding Trunks in his arms, out stretched above him. He began 'benching' his son, hoping the up and down movements would keep him quiet. Of course Trunks loved it. He laughed for about five minutes before he started to lightly snore. Vegeta brought the boy to his chest so he could try and sit up without waking him. When Trunks felt the movement he began to stir, reading to cry. Vegeta quickly laid the baby back against his chest.

"Never again, do you understand me?" he spoke to his son. Trunks nuzzled his head deep into his father's shoulder. Vegeta was feeling some sort of ease at the fact that his son was finally asleep, he began to relax. The position wasn't ideal but the brat was quiet that's all that mattered. He glanced at the clock again, 2:00am. Where is this bitch?

Bulma and Max were dancing for what seemed to be forever. When this last song finished she reached in her purse for her cell phone.

"Oh my God", she exclaimed.

"What's' wrong", he questioned.

"It's 3:00am I have to go", she began to walk away hoping to quickly find Diane.

"The party is just getting started though" he moaned. Max looked clearly disappointed that she was leaving. For some strange reason Bulma didn't want to tell him that she had a son and his father was at home watching hi wait for her.

"I just have to go", she pulled her arm from his grasp looking for Diane. She walked around aimlessly for about 15mintutes, and couldn't locate Diane. Bulma spotted the bouncer that let them in and she asked if he'd seen her. The bouncer then explained to her that Diane left an hour ago with some 'blonde guy". Bulma was stunned; she was drunk, and stuck in a club downtown at 3:15 in the morning. Bulma clasped her head into her palms trying to think of a solution when she felt someone tap her.

"Hey Bulma", she heard.

"Max?"

"I thought you were leaving?"

"My ride left me, and I'm stuck, any I have no clue what I'm going to do." Bulma was getting nervous. She was messed up and stranded. Vegeta was going to kill her.

"I can take you", Max interrupted her thoughts. Bulma looked at him suspiciously.

He laughed at her look, "don't worry I'm not going to kidnap you, I'll get you there safely". Bulma knew she was taking a serious risk, but she didn't see any other option. She had no cash on her only her credit card, so she could catch a cab. But she did have her pocket knife and pepper spray, so if he tried anything she could attempt to protect herself.

"Ok, but I have to leave now", she spoke.

"Okay let's go". They left the club together. Bulma still felt the alcohol in her body as she was walking. He head was getting really light.

"I'm parked right here", Max spoke. He pulled out his keys and hit the alarm button for a brand new Maserati Spyder. Bulma was impressed, he clearly had money, and she wondered what he did for a living. He opened the door and helped Bulma inside. He hopped in and before e she knew it they were on the road. Between their small talk she was doing her best at directing him to her home. When they arrived Bulma looked at his car radio's clock. 4:15am. Oh God he's going to kill me.

"So this is it?" he looked at Bulma.

"Thank you", she hiccupped. Bulma opened the door and slid out onto her feet. Max hopped out the car and ran to her side.

"Let me walk you to your door".

"No no no it's fine I'm okay".

"You're sure?"

"I'm positive", she reassured.

"Goodnight beautiful Bulma", he smiled. Bulma smiled back and waved.

"Goodnight Maximillian", she said in a French accent. She turned around and headed toward her front door. She fumbled with the keys for a moment, before getting inside. Once she closed the door she saw the car lights disappear, signaling that Max was gone.

Bulma slid her heels off her feet, giving each foot a quick rub before she proceeded up the stairs. Bulma moved as quietly as her drunken body would allow her. She was wobbling up the steps and seeing two of everything. Once she made it to her bedroom she saw Vegeta lying on the floor with Trunks fast asleep on top of his chest. Bulma felt her heat melt at the scene before her, never had Vegeta ever done anything like this before. As she walked a little closer she noticed Trunks had Vegeta's index finger's knuckle in his mouth, maybe using it as a pacifier. Bulma was faded so the image of her son and his dad sleeping together brought tears to her eyes.

She sniffled and began walking past the two when she felt something grip her ankle, causing her to fall to her knees.

"Well, so much for midnight", Vegeta said dryly. Bulma was on her knees looking back at the prince with guilt.

"I smelt the liquor from before you came into the house, it's oozing off of you", he added. She felt his eyes burning into her as he spoke.

"I'm sorry Vegeta, it's a long story". Vegeta lifted Trunks from his chest and lay hi m down on her bed. He walked up towards Bulma and brought his face close to hers. He put his nose up against her cheek and down to her shoulder, taking in her scent. The liquor made Bulma laugh at the gesture.

Vegeta angrily pulled himself back from her and grasped her by her shoulders bringing her face to his so their eyes could meet.

"I smell a male's scent on you", his eyes lowering in anger. Bulma was at a loss for words, she was under the influence and exhausted. She could only mumble and stutter, not even able to get a word out. Vegeta was infuriated, if she wasn't Trunks mother she would have had a fist in her gut at this very moment. He felt his body heating up and tried to regain his cool. He painted an evil grin on his lips.

"Hn, not like I give a fuck. That's what sluts do, after all", he said carelessly. Bulma looked at Vegeta with shock, like someone just slapped her in her face. He let go of her wrist pushing her back at the same time.

Vegeta let out a sinister laugh, one Bulma hadn't heard in a long time. "Wait until he finds out that you're all used up", he grinned.

"Used up?" Bulma repeated, sobering up through her ever growing rage.

"That's what I said…whore", he growled. Bulma brought her hand back to slap him but he knocked it away.

"Nice try", he mocked. "Go wash yourself; you will make the child gag". Bulma felt tears stinging her eyes as she tried to keep them down until Vegeta left. He turned to leave and stopped at the door, only turning his head slightly so she could hear what he was about to say loud and clear.

"And you like to call my parenting atrocious. Hm, it's a pity you were the one I knocked up, I could think of about 20 women I've had before you that would have been a million times better at mothering than you". Bulma couldn't fight anymore, the sobs were escaping her throat, and she tried to keep them low so she would wake her son, only for him to see them fighting once again. She didn't want to upset her baby boy not after the loving night he had with his father.

"You…bastard", she managed to get out between sobs. Vegeta smirked at her remark.

"Good thing I never made you my mate", he pretended to wipe sweat from his forehead. "Not that human trash like you, would ever be worthy, whores aren't fit for royalty". He left the room.

Bulma dropped herself onto her bed. She rolled to her side and wrapped her arm around her son. Vegeta never said anything that harsh to her sine they known each other. She buried her head into her pillow so her cries wouldn't wake her son. If Bulma felt that there was any chance that they would get back together, it was shot down tonight.

Vegeta walked into his room in the guest house. He punched the dresser drawer by is bed, breaking the wooden furniture apart. When he smelled the male scent on her that was it for him. She told him she was going out with a female friend and that she would be back in a few short hours. She ended up being gone all night and spending it with some random man. He didn't know why, but he felt betrayed. He knew it shouldn't bother him but he couldn't help it, he lived with her and he spent a year with her. They had a child together. Vegeta began punching holes in the walls. He growled and kicked the door off the hinges, as he exited the guest house. He stormed into the gravity room hoping beating the air would keep him from beating Bulma and the man he smelled on her, into little pieces.