Chapter 7

Bulma finally found it in herself to stop crying, mostly because she was exhausted. Her eyes were stinging and burning, her nose was stuffy and sore. She sat on her achy knees in the Gravity Room she labored over to create for Vegeta…for Vegeta, just the pronunciation of his name disgusted her. She sniffled and wiped some stray tears from her eyes as she reminisced on how hard she worked on this room for him, only to catch him in here with her 'best friend'. She gazed at the metal floor, her head felt 10 times larger from all the crying she just done. How could he? Bulma slowly brought her head up as she heard someone entering the GR again, quickly realizing that it was her mother.

"Aww, baby..." she whispered gently walking towards her daughter. She knelt down and put an arm over her daughters shoulder gripping her in a loving and gentle embrace.

"Are you alright?" Mrs. Briefs asked. Bulma looked at her mother like she had a mutated arm growing from her forehead. Is this a serious question?

"Are you kidding me mom?" she was trying not to scream at her, but the stress of the situation was too overwhelming. "I just found my ex best friend and my sons father on MY property making out, what could possibly be alright?" Bulma growled; she could feel spit flying from her mouth. Mrs. Briefs pouted and shook her head at her daughter's outburst.

"I meant are you okay now to get up off this floor and clean yourself up, you look terrible", she giggled trying to lighten her daughter's mood. Bulma smiled a little, she could only imagine how insane she looked.

"Yeah", she replied to her mother as she slowly pulled herself to her feet. What would crying do for her right now anyway?

"Where's Trunks?"

"Oh, I put him down in his play pen before I came in here to see what was going on. He's safe inside baby don't worry", she smiled. Bulma took her mother's hand as they walked from the now vacant chamber towards their home.

"Why does my life have to be this way?" Bulma moaned as she rested her head on her mothers shoulder. Mrs. Briefs held her only child closely as they continued to walk.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I mean what did I do to bring such misery in my life? I loved Vegeta mom, and when I found out I was pregnant I thought we were going to get married, and live happily ever after." She paused a moment before continuing, "But he doesn't care about anything, not even himself. He pushed me and his son away, when we wanted and needed him most." Bulma felt the tears producing behind her eyes all over again. "And Diane", she scoffed "I loved that girl like she was my sister". Mrs. Briefs squeezed her daughter hand, almost as if she was giving her extra support. "I thought I was going to have an extraordinary life when I was young, but now I'm just a sorry single mother with a shit load of money and no friends, and no love".

"I love you", Bulma's mother reassured. Bulma sighed and rolled her eyes at her mother's reply.

"I know you do mom".

"And Trunks loves you"

"I know he does".

"And your daddy loves you." Bulma finally let out a hearty laugh; she knew her mother was on a mission to bring her spirits up.

"Ok, I see the point." The two beauties made their way to the back door. Before Mrs. Briefs could open the door, Bulma turned to face her mother and held her shoulders in seriousness.

"Why did he do that?" Bulma genuinely questioned. Mrs. Briefs exhaled and cleared her throat. Preparing herself to answer Bulma as honestly as possible.

"Honey", she held Bulma's puffy tear stained face, "What goes on between you and Vegeta is none of my business, never has been…But, all this time I've known Vegeta, as arrogant, and egotistical, and proud as he is, it doesn't seem like his 'style; ya know?" Bulma stared into her mother's eyes as she continued. "But what do I know?" she laughed. "If you want answers to this question…Vegeta is who you need to speak too." She patted her daughters back.

Mrs. Briefs opened the back door to their home and walked inside. Bulma shortly followed suit heading towards her bathroom so she could shower and try to put the day's events behind her. She appreciated her mother's words of advice; it was true that if she wanted an explanation as to what had happened, Vegeta would be her best bet. He was always painfully honest and to the point, but she decided she would wait. Now was definitely not the time to try and speak to him, things needed time to blow over.

Before Bulma stepped into her shower she analyzed her naked body in the bathroom mirror. She had a large bruise on her right side from the slipper Vegeta launched at her. She gently glided her fingers across the ugly discoloration over her pale skin and winced at the pain. Son of a bitch. After a few more moments of staring she began to laugh, she couldn't help it. Her and Vegeta's relationship was so complex and different it was comical. Bulma stepped in the shower, hoping the water would wash the pain and anger away, it never hurt to hope.

Vegeta stood with his arms crossed leaning against the door frame of the guest house he had been banished to. He watched Bulma and her mother leave the GR together and listened to them chit chat all the way up until the point they went inside the house.

Vegeta rubbed his cheek; the stinging from Bulma's slipper came and went, leaving a temporary blush mark. He was so angry when it happened his reflexes took over causing him to toss it at her, and it shamed him because physically retaliating against a weak woman wasn't his thing. Vegeta was furious, he brought his thumb and index finger to his eyes trying to calm his nerves and try to understand what had happened. He knew the smart thing would have been to kick this Diane girl out as soon as she came in harassing him. He was not interested in doing anything with her; he just wanted to get a kick out of ruing her day. As much as he didn't want to admit it, seeing the hurt on Bulma's face hurt him. He could live with her being angry but the fact that he was the cause for her anguish was sickening to him. Vegeta looked up to the skies and a smirk formed on his mouth he couldn't help but think maybe it was the Gods' way of paying him back for all the carnage he caused during his life. He shook his head no, that couldn't be a form of punishment, and he sinned so much that today's incident would have been a slap on the wrist if it was.

Vegeta dropped his back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. He recalled hearing Bulma's mother share with her that she didn't believe he had anything to do with Diane's attempt to sleep with him. He gave it to Bulma's mother, she was an imbecile but she proved to have a few screws left intact. Vegeta was not of this planet, and he never tried to adapt to human customs and such. Even though on his home planet and even under Frieza's rule it wasn't uncommon or frowned upon for men to share sisters, mothers and daughters, or even friends, but it wasn't his thing. He let out a deep sigh as he thought about how this would just make his and Bulma's relationship even more difficult. It was bad enough that he got kicked out and sent to a little shack behind the house, and even though he still lived on the same land as his son, he was sharing him with Bulma; which meant he still had to see her also. this situation was about make things dangerously bad.

Vegeta sucked his teeth as wished he could go back in time and never meet his blue haired beauty. He couldn't help but have this 'why me' feeling wash over him. He rolled out of the bed and proceeded to his tiny shower as he quietly thought about happier times with Bulma. Please don't let this day get any worse.

A/N IM SORRY I FORGOT TO LET YOU ALL KNOW THAT THIS ISNT A NEW STORY, I WAS GOING THROUGH THE CHAPTERS ONE AT A TIME EDITING LITTLE MISTAKES, ADDING AND SUBTRACTING THINGS HERE AND THERE. WHEN I WENT TO SWITCH OUT THE CHAPTERS I ENDED UP DELETING THE STORY SO IM ADDING THE PREVIOUS CHAPTERS BACK UP NOW (THERE ARE 12 OLD ONES) THE NEWEST CHAPTER FOR THIS STORY WILL BE CHAPTER 13. BARE WITH ME PLEASE =]