Vegeta decided when he woke up at his normal time, that since the boys were still up playing that he would let them get some sleep and the rest of the day they would spend working on the rooms upstairs. Because the gravity room was still destroyed and he had nothing else to do, he got up and closed the curtains so the sun wouldn't disrupt his sleep. He climbed back in bed with the sleeping Bulma. The moment he pulled the covers back over himself, Bulma latched to him and started muttering in her sleep. He couldn't make out what she was saying but she had a cute smile on her face. He pulled her even closer and he fell back to sleep.

"Vegeta, Vegeta, let go of me. Please, sweety, let go of me. I need to get to the bathroom. BABE LET GO!" Bulma screamed at her husband. Vegeta's arm was very tightly wrapped around her waist and the more she struggled, the tighter he held on. "Seriously Vegeta let go….I'm going to throw up, I need to get to the bathroom." Finally he started to wake up and she was able to squirm out of his arms. The moment she had left his arms he fell back to sleep, until a moment later.

Bulma was leaning over the side of the toilet once again. Throwing up everything she had left in her stomach made Vegeta completely wake up. He hated that sound, smell, everything about it. He got up and walked into the bathroom to make sure she was alright. Again she was laying with her head on the toilet. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Thanks for being sympathetic, jerk. And I do not know what is wrong. I just woke up and had to throw up. It's not something that I could have controlled or decided that it would be fun…" She leaned over the toilet again. Vegeta just stood there for a moment looking at her dry heave.

"Well what can I do to make you feel better? Because now that I'm awake, I'm getting hungry."

With a sigh, she replied, "I guess just a glass of water and some mints please" and she laid her head back down on the toilet. "This is so embarrassing".

By time Vegeta had gone downstairs to get a glass from the kitchen and the mints that were in the top drawer, Bulma was back in the bed with the covers pulled over here. He put the glass down on the table and sat down on Bulma's side of the bed. She popped her head out from under the covers "Thanks hun, give me a few minutes and I'll be up to make your breakfast."

Vegeta didn't say anything; he just sat there for a few more minutes and then left the room. Bulma laid in the bed and hoped that her stomach would stop feeling like it was on a spinning ride at the fair. Finally she got the courage to get out of bed, and made her way to the closet. Her stomach still felt tender so she decided to go with one of her loose summer dresses. It was based white with bright pink, orange, and yellow flowers on it. Feeling like she at least looked better than she felt, she went downstairs to join her husband. His saiyan stomach wouldn't wait much longer before he would start yelling and demanding her to hurry up to get down there to make breakfast. As she passed Trunks' room, she couldn't help looking in on her son. She still couldn't believe that he was a twelve year old little boy. She just smiled, remember when he and Goten were younger and still the same amount of trouble. She really missed having a little child around, learning how to walk and talk. Of course it happened so much quicker with the saiyan children so it was much shorter lived than normal human children. She knew that another child now would probably be a bad idea. Besides Vegeta really didn't help the first time around and she wasn't too sure how much he would help if it had happened again. Leaning against the doorframe just looking into the room at the two boys sleeping with their helmets still on when Vegeta's yell shook out of her day dream. Closing the door behind her she yelled back down the stairs, "Can't you make your own food? You are such a pain!"

By noon Bulma was feeling fine and had moved down to her lab to work while Vegeta set off to wake the boys up. He had them working again on the walls they had destroyed. This time Vegeta thought that he would stay and watch them work. He was truly amazed by how Trunks worked. He looked just his mother while he looked at the blueprints of the walls and sounded just like himself while bossing Goten around. He had the same authoritative sound to his voice as Vegeta, it was no wonder that Trunks was usually the mastermind and the leader of the trouble. The boys worked quickly and had all the walls finished by 6 and Vegeta decided to let the boys go play for a while. He inspected the work and approved of their work, it just came down to telling Bulma that her "antique treasure" was destroyed. He was not looking forward to that conversation. Maybe he would have Trunks tell his mother and he could just watch it unfold. Her wrath was sometimes worse than his temper sometimes.

Dinner was just twenty pizzas of all different kinds. One pizza belonged to Bulma and all the rest the boys fought over. They all ate in the living room and watched a movie. After all the food was consumed and everyone was getting a little bored with the contents on television, Trunks turned around to his parents. "Mom, Dad, could Goten stay the night again? Please I promise we will be good."

"You haven't received your punishment yet" Vegeta said not looking down at Trunks, which caused him to frown and turn around to finish his food. Bulma nudged Vegeta in the arm and gave him a sweet smile. "Well I guess since I still have the pin in my arm, and the GR isn't fixed, I'll just have to decrease your allowance to one fourth to pay for the damages and after tonight, you're grounded for two weeks."

Trunks didn't turn around but he nodded his head in agreement and hid his smile from his mother and father. He did give Goten a sideways glance and smirked but he hid it quickly just as Vegeta was so good and doing. But Goten was having a harder time keeping his joy in and he was holding his breath just to keep from laughing. "Goten, knock it off" Trunks whispered sideways "Don't blow our cover".

Goten's face had turned bright red and then started to turn blue when he just burst out laughing in joy. He turned around quickly to Bulma and Vegeta with a huge grin on his face. "Thank you so much Mr. Vegeta! You and Ms. Bulma are so great for letting me spend the night again! I just get so bored being home with Mom and Dad. Mommy's always yelling at Dad because he always wants to play and she wants him to help around the house."

Just then Trunks pulled Goten down by the sleeve, "Idiot, thank you would have been enough. Father's gonna get mad and then say you can't stay." Bulma just laughed to herself watching the two of them on the floor. She couldn't help but think that this is how Goku and Vegeta would have acted if they grew up together. Of course that wouldn't happen because as Vegeta has explained before, Goku is third class to his Prince status and there is no way they would even look at each other.

Bulma decided to speak up since the room and gone stale minus the snickers from Goten who was still holding his hands over his mouth. "Goten, you can laugh. It's okay if you do and we will not send you home because you are having fun. Besides, Vegeta could do with a little laughter around him. Maybe he'll crack a smile."

Both Goten and Trunks turned around to look at the parents now staring at each other. Bulma had a smile on her face and Vegeta was glaring at her with a look that could kill.

"And what is wrong with having someone in the house who has their head screwed on tight?"

"Nothing, unless you want to be Mr. Grumpy pants of the family? It's not going to kill you to be a little nice and laugh with the boys."

"Maybe I don't want to laugh, maybe I don't like sounding like a fool."

"Damn it Vegeta, why do you have to be so fucking rude right in front of the boys? You are going to hurt one of their feelings."

"I'm pretty sure you are the one being rude now. Why don't you watch your mouth? And if they get hurt by me saying they sounds like fools laughing about nothing like Kakorot does that is there fault for being so weak."

"Having fun and laughing has nothing to do with being weak Vegeta! You are such a jerk!" and with that she started crying.

Goten looked wide eyed at Trunks and Trunks turned to his dad, "Dad….Why is Mom crying?"

Vegeta had no idea what to do. Usually Bulma and him would just argue until they started making out. Which would have been awkward for the boys, but turned out pretty good for him. Her crying was something that was not even close to a reaction he was looking for. Her face was buried in her hands and she had turned to the side and put her body in to the pillows on the couch. "Why don't you boys go play" Vegeta started slowly, "I have a feeling that I'm going to be here a while."

"Um, okay Dad. Goodluck." Trunks said as he pushed Goten out of the living room.

Vegeta just sat there staring at Bulma. He usually wasn't the one who would make her stop crying. That was her mother's job. But lately her parents and been keeping to a separate side of the house. It was like they had their own house and Dr. and Mrs. Briefs would come over to visit. Vegeta liked it that way better than before they had Trunks. They were constantly all in the same spot even though the house was gigantic, but right now he wished that Mrs. Briefs could hear Bulma crying so she could make it better. He finally picked up his hand and placed it on his shoulder. Once she felt his hand she turned her body and flew it into his body. This was similar to after Buu, they came home and for nights afterwards Bulma would cling to him and cry while they were in bed. But she had never done it in front of Trunks. She kept her strong face on while around Trunks but every night, she would crumble and cry, stating how scared she was of her life without him.

This time was different though. Why was she crying? She had no reason at all to be acting like this. He held her like he did all those nights ago. It was a very strong, reassuring hold and he rubbed his back a little. He kept quite only because there was no way of know what to say. He didn't want to ask what was wrong, but he also didn't want to use the famous phrase of 'it'll be okay'. Mainly because he had no idea what was wrong.

After about ten minutes, Bulma fell asleep on Vegeta's now wet arm. Sighing he picked up his wife and carried her to bed. He placed her under the covers and kissed her forehead. The weird outburst of crying was still baffling him. She hasn't cried in such a long time and it bothered him deeply that she just burst like that. Vegeta went down to his training room where there was normal weight training devices for him to use. He normally didn't use this equipment but he didn't really have a choice. He kept his power level down and just continuously pounded on the punching bag.

After several hours, and six punching bags, Vegeta returned upstairs to get into bed. He stopped at Trunks' room since the light was still on and looked inside. He couldn't see where the boys were but he was able to sense them over in the corner. They had set up a whole bunch of blankets and made Trunks' whole room into an entire tent. "Goodnight son" Vegeta said loudly.

Trunks and Goten's faces popped out from the end of the tent near the door. "Goodnight father. Don't worry we won't be too loud. Tell Mom I said goodnight too please."

"Goodnight Mr. Vegeta. Thanks for letting me stay" Goten said and they both crawled back into their tent. Vegeta rolled his eyes and closed the door behind him and walked down the hall to his bedroom.

Before he even got in the door he heard Bulma in the bathroom, throwing up again. Taking a deep breath he walked into the room. 'What did I do to deserve this? No GR, her throwing up, her crying, and the damn boys busting the house to pieces.' He approached the bathroom and looked in at his wife. She looked extremely pale and very tired.

Bulma noticed him standing in the door way and turned to look up at him. "Hi hun." She tried to smile but then started to dry heave. Once she was done, she got up off the floor and swished some mouth wash. She walked in to where Vegeta was sitting on the bed. "Something's wrong , I'll have to get an appointment to the doctors tomorrow."