Wow, after all these years, who knew I was going to comeup with another part of this story? It kind of just popped in my head…so here we go.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own DBZ

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Bulma kept her eyes closed as she felt her husbands weight shift, and then slowly disappear from the bed. He tried so hard not to wake her, but every night it was the same thing. He would get up shortly after midnight, and not return until the early morning hours.

She sighed quietly to herself when she felt the cold night air on her back, indicating he had opened the window. Waiting a few more minutes, she told herself he was gone and she pulled herself out of bed. Every night it was the same, he left, and she got up to close the window. She would then crawl back into bed and either cry herself to sleep, or be wide awake until she felt his warm body next to hers again.

Tonight was different, she could feel it. As she sat in the rocking chair next to the window and stared out it. Something was wrong with her husband, she knew it, but he wouldn't let her help and her heart broke for him.

He had changed so much since first landing on Earth. He had a heart and she knew that he loved her and their son. She also knew that he loved their friends as well, so what was eating him so much.

Bulma started to rock in the chair as she thought back to when she had first met the Prince of Saiyans. Such an arrogant bastard he was, but there had always been something about him…like a good girl attracted to a bad boy. Vegeta was her bad boy, and he completed her.

When he had been injured in the gravity room explosion, she had finally realized her true feelings for her prince, and after future Trunks had arrived, she believed that was when he realized his true feelings for her.

Bulma let a small smile escape as she though about the peace they had before Vegeta stopped sleeping. She couldn't for the life of her figure out what was wrong with the man now. They had such a wonderful life together, a beautiful little boy, and, Bulma smiled as she rubbed her slightly rounded belly, a little girl on the way. What a wonderful, complete family they would make.

Bulma stood; ready to crawl back into bed. She would talk to Vegeta tomorrow; tell him about her pregnancy, which would cheer him up.

As she began to walk back towards the bed, a sudden pain ripped through her, and she collapse to her knees clutching her chest. It felt as though her heart was being ripped from her breast, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Vegeta was in trouble, his heart was breaking and along with it so was hers.

With her final bit of strength, she pushed herself to her feet and made her way to the window. Opening, she felt the cool night air on her face, as the pain got more intense in her chest.

When it finally felt as though she could take no more, her heart let loose a final jolt of pain, causing her knees to give out on her, causing her to grip the window sill for support.

"VEGETA!" She cried her husband's name, one last time.

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Well, that's it. I know not as long as the first chapter, but I hoped you liked it.