Chapter 5

Everything around her was pitch black, and calm. Bulma felt pressure on the top of her forehead, as if something was on top of her. Slowly the audio began to creep in, very low at first but gradually getting louder and louder. It was a crying child, HER crying child; suddenly Bulma's eyes shot open bringing her out of her sleep. Trunks was sitting on top of her chest crying and rubbing his belly. Bulma reached up to lift her son off and felt the consequences to drinking instantly in the center of her skull. Her head was pulsating as if it had its own heart beat, and the pain accompanying it was excruciating. It felt like someone was cracking a sledge hammer over her head every 2 seconds.

"Oww", she moaned as she laid her head back on the pillow. Trunks still sit on top of her screaming bloody murder. Bulma's eyes were shut tight as she reached for her cell phone. She slowly lifted one lid open to peek at the time. 11:15am. She pulled the screaming child onto her so he would be laying down on her resting his head onto her chest. She began to rigorously pat his back as she dialed her mother.

"Hello?"

"Mom, please tell me your home?" Bulma moaned, her skull felt like it was being crushed.

"I'm outside watering my plants dear, what's' wrong with my Trunksie"? She prodded hearing her grandson's hollers through the receiver.

"He's hungry, but my head is killing me, I've only been home a few hours", she replied.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming for him", and the line went dead. Bulma tossed her phone toward the foot of her bed as she continued to try to console her son.

"Shhhh, don't cry baby, please don't cry", she begged. Luckily a moment later Mrs. Briefs stepped through the door, racing towards her daughter, she scooped her grandson in her arms and popped a bottle in his mouth.

"There, there", she cooed as the baby began to relax. She tossed a bottle of aspirin towards Bulma and left a glass of water on her night stand. She gave her daughter a kiss on the forehead and left with her grandson in tow. Bulma forced herself up clasping her head, she quickly grabbed to aspirin and stuffed two in her mouth, and she gulped the water down and sat for a moment. When the beating in her skull began to lighten she dragged herself to her bathroom to shower.

Once Bulma got out the shower she felt a bunch better. Her head was still aching, but she was going to be able to function through it. She went downstairs looking for her mother and son. She spotted them on the porch outside, and she almost fell over at the sights. Trunks was walking, not even, he was running!

"Oh my God", Bulma hollered as she sprung through the glass door.

"Mom! Trunks is –"

"Running", her mother finished. "I know, I sat him down there on the floor and he just got up and took a few steps, and now he's running", she giggled. Bulma ran over to her son and scooped him into her arms. She felt the motherly instincts in her as tears began to build up behind her eyes.

"You're walking sweetie", she whispered. Trunks laughed and caressed her cheek.

Seeing her son walk, instantly reminded her of the information Vegeta gave her when Trunks was born. He said that some Saiyan children developed slower than others, but once the developments became noticeable, they should expect he would advance quickly. Which made sense; he just learned how to walk and a moment after he was running.

"Da da", the phrase interrupted Bulma from her thoughts. She looked at her son quizzingly.

"Da da", he attempted again, this time Bulma's mother was standing behind her with a huge smile on her face.

"Bulma honey, he's trying to say dada", she smiled.

"I know", Bulma replied, tears falling from her eyes. He just learned how to walk and now he was talking! She couldn't believe it. She felt so proud to be Trunks' mother; Bulma could just tell that he was going to be beyond intelligent.

"Da da", Trunks laughed again, this time Bulma noticed that he was pointing to something behind her. She stepped back so she could catch a glance at what her son was pointing at. She turned to see none only then the Prince himself, he stood with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face… like usual.

The sight of Vegeta brought memories back from the hours previous. She and Vegeta got into a silly argument over her going out to a nightclub and drinking, and having some other man's 'scent on her'. Bulma rolled her eyes at him as her gesture of letting him know she was still infuriated from their previous encounter. Just who did he think he was talking to her like that over something so ridiculous? They weren't together, and he acted like he could care less about what she did most of the time anyways. Bulma winced a little at the memory of crying herself to sleep after Vegeta left. Must have been the liquor.

"Glad to see you finally woke up to take care of the brat, he had been crying for hours. But, as drunk as you were you wouldn't know". Bulma clenched her fists at Vegeta's rude remark, trying her hardest to ignore him.

"Well, if you heard him crying why didn't you get him?" she questioned through gritting teeth. Vegeta glared at her and replied with an evil smirk. He took a few steps toward Bulma and Trunks before stopping.

"Come here boy", he ordered, staring at his son. Bulma looked down at Trunks in her arms as he was struggling to get out of her grasp. She placed him down on the pavement, and stared curiously as he gained his balance instantly, as if he had been walking for years. Trunks ran towards his father arms open with a huge grin on his face screaming "DA DA", "DA DA". As Trunks neared Vegeta outstretched his arm. His index finger met with Trunks forehead stopping him in his place. Trunks stopped and stared at his father with a confused look, and then began to cry.

"Vegeta look what you did", Bulma whined, she could not take any more crying from Trunks at least not today. She began to walk toward her son when she saw Vegeta lift his other arm to stop her.

"Stop that crying boy!" he roared. Bulma thought it would only make matters worse but Trunks instantly stopped crying, and continued to stare at his warrior father. Vegeta looked at his son as if he was analyzing him, tilting his head every now and again; seemingly to be in deep thought.

"The boy will begin his training tomorrow", he stated after what felt like an hour of silence.

"WHAT?" Bulma cried. "He's only a year old!"

"His second birthday is quickly approaching is it not?" He questioned sarcastically. Bulma raised her eyebrow in curiosity; she couldn't believe Vegeta knew when Trunks birthday was. He was so agitated on the day she had him, she assumed he didn't even notice what day it was.

"Yes, but he's too small", she replied.

"He is half Saiyan woman. He now knows how to walk, and he is begging to use his speech. Now is the time he must begin his training."

"Vegeta please, he is only one. Can we come to some sort of agreement on this?" she pleaded, trying to stand her ground without causing an argument.

"Why do you insist on spoiling him woman?" he answered. Spoiled like you?

"I will let you train him, that's fine, but can't you wait a little bit, please?" Vegeta stared at her with a stone face for a few extra moments before replying.

"Fix the Gravity room, its fucking up again—"

"Language!" Bulma interrupted. Vegeta rolled his eyes and continued.

"And keep your little boyfriend away from my kid". Bulma could feel her eyes popping out of her head.

"I don't have a boyfriend", she defended.

"Deal or not?" he roared.

"Ok, deal, deal", she replied.

"He will begin his training in two weeks".

"Two weeks? Why not a month?"

"Look, don't push your luck with me; he is destined to be a warrior, not a piece of artwork!" Vegeta scolded.

"I will not break the child woman, but I will not allow you to baby him and raise him to be weak, he is mine as well". Vegeta nudged Trunks back causing him to fall backwards on his behind. He turned to walk back to his gravity room when he stopped and looked back at Bulma once more.

"And stop letting him call me 'da da', its unfitting", and he continued on his way. Bulma stood watching the princes back shaking her head. Trunks got up and ran to his mother wrapping his arms around her legs.

"Come here darling", she scooped Trunks into her arms.

"Ignore your grouchy 'da da'" she giggled, "let's go swimming".

Vegeta made his way to the GR. He went inside and began his training regime. He dropped to the floor and began a series of countless pushups. He was so strong and fast he had to have hit 50 in a matter of seconds. As Vegeta was doing his pushups, he brought his thoughts to the argument he and Bulma got into earlier this morning. Vegeta wanted to blast himself dead in the center of his chest as he thought about how jealous he acted. Why should it matter what she did? The last thing he wanted was to seem like a weakling, and let emotions get the best of him. He was the almighty Vegeta, Prince of the Saiyans, the strongest warrior in the Universe.

He grunted as he thought about getting involved with the blue haired beauty in the first place. Great move Vegeta, now you're stuck. He hated having to see her face every day, if only he just stuck to his guns and left once the attraction began to grow. Vegeta halted his pushups as felt someone approaching. He knew it wasn't a warrior the energy level was even weaker than Bulma's. Vegeta stood up and stared at the door, waiting to see who was dumb enough to disturb him. There was a slight knocking at the door immediately followed by it being pushed open.

"Who the fuck are you?" he questioned.

Bulma and Trunks were playing in the swimming pool when her mother came out to speak to her.

"Bulma dear", she began "you have a visitor".

"A visitor, for me?" she asked as Trunks splashes a gallon of water in her face.

"Yes, he's a very handsome young man; he said his name is Maxamillion". Bulma felt her heart drop into her stomach.

"What does he want?"

"I don't know hun, he wanted to see you so I told him I would come get you". Bulma couldn't fathom what he could possibly want from her, they shared a few dances and he took her home…that's all.

"Should I send him back here?"

"NO NO!" Bulma hollered, fearing Vegeta would see him she decided going to the front door would be best. "I'm coming now; can you watch Trunks while I'm gone?" Bulma's mother nodded and walked over to the edge of the pool, sliding her feet in.

Bulma wrapped a towel quickly around her body, and squeezed some excess water from her long hair, before making her way to the front door. Bulma stopped at the door glancing in the mirror to make sure she looked decent, and opened the door.

"Hey, pretty lady". Max said as he showed off his pearly whites. Bulma felt her mouth begin to water; she didn't remember Max being this hot. Maybe she was so messed up in the club she didn't notice it. He wasn't too tall, but he was defiantly taller than Vegeta. He had this creamy caramel toned skin, and these bright hazel eyes. He was built very well, not as well as Vegeta, but in great shape none the less. Her mother was right; there was an extremely handsome man at her door.

"Oh hi, Max", she blushed. "Um, what are you doing here?"

"I just came to see if you were ok. You were drunk last night, and you wouldn't let me see you inside." He smiled. Bulma brought her gaze to his pearly whites.

"Oh, well why didn't you call?"

"You never gave me your number, and I really did want to see you again", he answered. The color faded from his cheeks. "Were you showering?" he asked nervously. Bulma looked at him like he was crazy and remembered she was in a towel.

"Oh no, no", she laughed. "I was swimming-" You have to tell him. The next few milliseconds that ticked by were filled with question. She knew if she was going to continue to hang out with Max he would have to know about Trunks, but if not then there was no need to get personal. Half of her wanted to just turn him away and never see him again, but he was so nice, so sweet. "Swimming with my son", she finished. Max smiled and shook his head playfully.

"You have a kid?' he asked.

"Yes, I have a one year old son." Bulma admitted again.

"Cool I have a one year old daughter, but she lives at home with her mother, in New York".

"Oh, I see", Bulma giggled, she was relieved by his reaction. Not the answer she was expecting but it was well welcomed. Maybe it was a sign? "Well, I'm a little busy if you don't mind", she smiled.

"Oh of course, I don't want to keep you tied up any longer. But before I go may I have your number? Maybe we could go out sometime?" his voice was determined.

"You can't have mine" Bulma crossed her arms. "But I'll take yours", she added with a flirtatious voice. Max's face lit up as he pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket.

"Looks like you had it ready fro me", Bulma spoke.

"You caught me" Max played along. Bulma was smiling when a black car caught her eye.

"What's wrong" he asked, noticing her attention being drawn in another direction.

"Is that your car?" Bulma stared at the car confused.

"No not mine", he relied. "Looks like a Honda though".

"I know, but I don't know anyone that drives a Honda", Bulma added. Max started at her blankly. She shook her head trying to clear the confusion before she continued.

"Well I'll call you later ok?" she was speaking at a lighting fast speed. Max nodded and leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on Bulma's cheek. Something Vegeta never did. Bulma felt the butterflies dance in her stomach as she watched Max leave. She wasn't actively looking for a relationship, especially since her relationship with Vegeta was so complicated, but if she was Max would definitely be number one contender.

Bulma closed her door and looked at the piece of paper with Max's phone number scribbled on it. Bulma galloped to her room and placed the paper carefully on her nightstand. She looked out her window and saw her mother and Trunks playing in the pool. She smiled to herself as she looked at the clock, "I should probably get lunch ready", she said to herself. Bulma turned to leave her room, heading towards the kitchen.