A Dark World Is Today

Disclaimer: DBZ, don't own just LOVE!

Warning:
-Some characters may seem OOC. But it depends on your POV. Personally I think they're not OOC, I'm just showing a side of them that they don't normally show. ;D
-This story is ORIGINALLY by TokyoHanon97.

-Four Months Later-

I wake from my peaceful dream when I feel butterflies in my stomach. I could say it's a nice feeling but when it wakes you up at four in the morning, it doesn't seem so pleasant. I roll over and face the ceiling; I watch it as this feeling continues. Carefully, I place my hand on my stomach and begin to feel the movements of the baby. I start to think as I watch the ceiling; unconsciously I begin to rub my tummy. I bite the inside of my lip when I begin to feel hungry; turning my head I look over to Vegeta.

I watch as he sleeps peacefully; he doesn't look like a suspicious and feared man when he sleeps. He doesn't look like a powerful Saiyan who rules the earth, no, he looks like a lonely man who needs someone to care for him; to love him. He's a totally different person when he sleeps. He looks like lonely being that needs help to find the light. I reach my hand out slowly and brush a small stand of hair away from his face. When he sleeps he looks like a person who would do anything for the people he loves; a caring person, but only in private never in public.

'W-what am I thinking? Vegeta isn't like that at all. Stop thinking about how you want him to be; he'll never be like that.'

I look to the ceiling once more as I silently sigh. The baby keeps moving in my womb causing more butterflies in my tummy: after a while it feels nice. My mind begins to wonder about breakfast. After a while of looking at the ceiling while and arguing with myself I decide to get a little snack. I turn towards the edge of the bed. Slowly I remove the covers from my body; immediately I shiver at the contact of cool air hitting my body. Before I make another move a hand grabs me and pulls me back towards him. I feel my body make contact with Vegeta's; his arm snakes around my upper body, under my chest, and presses me close to him. I feel his warm breath down my neck as he speaks.

"Where do you think you're going?" I try to separate a bit from him but I can't his arm has a strong grin on my body; strong enough to hold me but not to hurt me or the baby. After trying to break his grip I give up and respond.

"I'm hungry and was just going to get a late night snack."

"Can't it wait until morning?" He loosens his grip but still hold me close. "I'm sure the royal cook is sleeping, something you should be doing."

"I'm soooorry." I respond; mad that he's getting worked up because I'm awake. I turn and glare at him; his arms are still wrapped around me. My swollen tummy is lightly touching him.

'What the hell is his problem. Can't a girl get a snack?'

"But your child woke me up and won't let me sleep. I don't need the cook, I can make my own food." Vegeta glares back at me; his facial expression hardens at my respond.

We glare at each other for a while longer. The butterfly feeling returns; interrupting our intense glares. I blush a little when I realize that he probably felt it too. He looks at me; trying to see my reaction, I just look away. The baby keeps moving around in my stomach.

'Please just stop moving around so much.'

Suddenly I feel a big, warm hand place its self carefully on my tummy. Immediately I look towards my stomach and watch as a big Saiyan hand carefully feels the baby's movements. As the baby keeps moving I look at Vegeta; he stares at my stomach like a curious child. He begins to feel as the baby moves around; I watch as a hint of happiness appears on his face; only for a second.

'Did I just see what I think I just saw?'

I watch him a little longer.

'No, it's just your imagination; it's really dark in here, you can barely see anything.'

Out of no where the baby kicks; surprising us. I place my hand on my tummy; a small smile appears on my face as I watch my stomach.

"You are right, the baby is restless." Vegeta's words but me off from my happy thoughts and being me back to reality.

"Of course I'm right I can feel the baby moving around in my stomach." My words catch Vegeta's attention; he watches me for a few minutes before speaking once more.

"Alright you may go to get something to eat." Once he lets me go I turn and get out of bed. I put on my slippers and begin to walk towards the door. I pass by my vanity and grab my rob and put it over my night-gown. As I keep walking towards the door I pass by the full body length mirror. I stop and look at my reflection.

It's dark so I can't see myself clearly; with a sigh I keeps walking to the door. I open the door and walk into the candle lite hallway.

Soon I arrive to the dinning room; it has more light than the hallway. Slowly and carefully I walk towards the kitchen. The kitchen is really dark; I extend my hand out on to look for the light switch. Once I find it I turn on the light and watch as the room comes to life. I walk to the fridge and open it; I begin to search for something to eat.

'There is so much stuff but I don't know what to eat.'

I close the fridge and walk to the cabinets and looks for anything good.

'It's a fucken palace how can they not have anything good?'

I scan the cabinets for anything that can satisfy my hunger. As I search the first cabinet I see some pickles in a jar; immediately I grab them without a thought.I close the cabinet and go to the next one to see what it has inside. I spot honey and whip cream; I grab them and put them, along with the pickles, on the counter. After a while of searching I gather a lot of stuff on the counter. With a big chocolate bar in my hand I grab a chair and sit down. I put the chocolate down and stare at all the stuff I've gathered.

'What should I eat? This is so hard, I don't even know why I got most of this stuff. I don't eat half of this stuff.'

Suddenly something catches my eye.

'Well that looks good.'

I reach my hand out and grab the jar of pickles. opening the jar I take out a pickle and bite it.

'Well this is weird, I usually don't like pickles and here I am munching on one.'

After two pickles I take out another one and bite it, the once good taste of the pickle grows bitter in my mouth. I put the pickle down and push it way in disgust.

I begin to look at the rest of the stuff I gathered; slowly taking a few glances at the bitten pickle.

"Eh, why not." I grab the pickle and look around from something to go with it. "Eh, this might work." I grab the honey and cover the pickle in it. I bit it hoping that it improves in taste. "It's still missing something."

'But what?'

I look from something else to put on the pickle as I bite the inside of my lip. After a few minutes of looking I give up and bite my honey covered pickle. After a while I finish all the pickles; I covered all of them in honey. Unsatisfied I look around from something else. I grab some bread and start making a Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich. After two bites I leave it on the table and look from something else.

'There's gotta be something good here.'

As I start to open containers and poke different things, I feel someone's presents behind me. I feel a hot breath sending goosebumps down my back.

"Are you done making a mess woman?"

I turn around and see Vegeta standing behind me, arms crossed and a smirk on his face.

"I'm not making a mess." I look at the different containers and food sitting on the table. "I'm trying to find something to eat." I get up from my seat slowly and begin to walk to the refrigerator. "What are you doing here? I thought you were going to bed. What are you doing up?"

I can feel Vegeta's eyes watching me as I open the frig.

"What I'm doing up is none of your concern."

"Fine, as you wish." I shrug and continue to look for food in the frig. I grab an ice-cream container and take it with me to the table; on my way I pick up a bowl and a big spoon. I take three scoops of ice-cream and put it in the bowl. I look around and start adding different things to the ice-cream; sprinkles, chocolate bananas, honey, maple syrup, marshmallows, the bitten PB&J sandwich, and cheese. I begin to mix everything together with the big spoon.

I can Vegeta watching me; it begins to irritate me. I stop mixing and look at him.

"Do you need something?"

"No."

"Okay then." I'm about to eat my weird mixture when I fell Vegeta watching me in a weird way. I put down my bowl and turn to look at Vegeta, feeling annoyed as ever. "If you don't need anything then why are you here?"

Vegeta just stares at me; almost glares. I shrug and go back to my snack. I feel Vegeta's stare as I begin to eat my weird mixtures of food.

"Do you want some?" I finally ask breaking the silence in the room.

"No that stuff looks disgusting."

"It does not." I look down towards it and see a mixture of different things. I stare at it for a few minutes before putting it on the table and pushing it away.

"I told you it was disgusting."

"No," I get up from my seat, take the bowl and walk towards the sink. "I'm just finished."

"That explains the disgust look that you gave it." He response with a smirk on his face.

"Smart ass" I whisper to myself as I rinse the bowl; in the background I hear Vegeta growl.I roll my eyes as I turn the water off. I begin to look around the kitchen again in search of more food.

"What the hell are you doing now?"

"I'm hungry; what do you think I'm doing?"

"I don't see why you can't wait until breakfast."

"Because you child is hungry; it won't leave me alone until I FEED IT!" I respond as I raise my voice.

"Don't raise your voice at me."

"I'm sorry but I'm tired and hungry. I can't find anything here!" I walk around and keep searching for something to satisfy my hungry. "It's not my fucken fault that your child wants to eat now instead of sleep."

Vegeta just stares at me; emotionless. I stare back; soon begin to feel guilty. I sigh and keep looking for a snack.

'Wait, why am I feeling guilty? He's the one who's here looking after me like if I'm some little girl. I am not some little girl who needs to be taken care of.'

I turn and look towards him; he's just standing there, looking at me.

'What the hell is his problem?!'

I see a big bag of chips and take it. On my way to the table I grab a bottle of hot sauce and take it with me. I look at Vegeta as I arrive at the table.

'He's been watching me all night. What the fuck is his problem?'

Facing my back towards him, I open my bag of chips and begin to pour hot sauce in the bag. After, what I'm guessing was, three minutes of silence I get frustrated. I turn towards Vegeta with my bag of chips in hand.

"What is your fucken problem?! Why are you still here?!"

"It's my palace and I go where I please." He glares at me; he didn't like my question, but I'm too pissed to care.

"I know it's your fucken palace but why, out of all the places you could be, are you here! What do you want?"

"I don't want anything. I'm here because I feel like it." He responds as he walks towards me. I notice a hint of anger but I'm to pissed off to care.

"Well at least eat or do something! It's pissing me off that all you're doing is standing there staring at me! What the fuck!? Can't I eat in peace? Do something other than watch me like if I'm a child who needs watching!" I glare as Vegeta walks closer to me, soon we're only a few inches away.

"If I want to do something then I will, but I don't feel like doing shit right now." I begin to feel a little scared. "You may not be a child but I must make sure you don't-"

"I don't do what? Break a plate? Please, you have enough money to replace whatever I might break; if I could break anything."

"No, listen woman, I just want to make sure that your don't," the gap between us becomes smaller as he leans in to me; staring right into my eyes,"hurt yourself or our child."

My facial features begin to soften at his words.

'He's worried? Somehow that doesn't seem right.'

I look at him, a bit confused by his words.

'He looks serious, but then again he's always like that. Well it does make sense; he's worried about his child and I'm the one caring it.'

"Alright, I'm sorry for yelling at you." He begins to back away at my words. "It's just that it's a little weird for me because your just watching me." Vegeta ignores my comment completely and walks back to his stop on the wall.

"Good, now we shall go to bed. I must rest and so do you."

I sigh. "No Vegeta, I can't; I already told you that this baby won't let me do anything," I take out a hot sauce covered chip, " unless it gets to eat." Once I finish repeating myself for the, what, fifth time I throw the potato chip into my mouth before reaching into the bag for more. "It still needs something." I whisper to myself. I look towards the table; a container of yogurt catches my eye. Curious I dip a hot sauce covered chip into the yogurt before eating it. I smile in satisfaction; sitting down I begin to use the yogurt as a dip for the hot sauce covered chips.

Once again, my happiness is soon interrupted by Vegeta's stare; this time I try to ignore it.

"What the hell is that?" I hear his footsteps as he walks towards me: I sigh.

"It's a snack; will you please do something other than watch me."

"Hn." I try my best not to turn around and look at him, but give up and look. I watch as he opens the fridge and takes out a silver plate.

'What's that? I didn't see that before.'

I watch him with curiosity.

"What's that?" I don't notice that I spoke up until Vegeta looks over to me after putting the plate on the table. There is a silence before he walks to the counter.

"What the hell are you looking for?" I begin to speak out my thoughts without noticing. "What's in there?" I ask pointing to the plate on the table; it's covered by a matching top so I don't know what's inside it. "Will you say something? It's irritates me that you stay all quiet. Will it kill you to say something?" He walks towards me and glares before leaving; I sigh. I keep eating my chips as he reveals what he brought from the fridge.

"What are you doing?" I get up from my seat and walk to where he had sat down; standing next to him I watch as he grabs a turkey leg and begins to eat it. As I watch him eat I begin to crave the turkey leg. "Can I have some?" I ask as I reach out for the turkey leg. He looks at me and swallows before responding; he looks at my big bag of chips.

"No you have your own junk."

"Junk? Hey it's not my fault it taste so good." I get closer to him. "Come on, just one bite; don't be stingy." I reach out for the big and juice turkey leg in his hands; he moved it away from me before I can even touch it. I begin to reach out toward it but Vegeta shield it away from me. "No far! I want some too. Quiet being so stingy! Sharing is caring!"

"This is mine woman; if I don't want to share with you then you should deal with it; beside you had all that shit you were eating. You should be full from eating all that." He says as he looks at all the food I have laying on the table.

"What? What did you just say?" I glare at him as he goes back to eating the turkey leg; I feel tears roll down my cheeks.

'Why the hell am I crying? Okay Bulma just calm down; so what if he just called you fat?'

I sat down at my usual spot and began to think to myself; both anger and sadness filled up inside me.

'Grrr! That stupid idiotic jackass! Why does he have to be so mean? What the hell did I do to him? First he comes in and doesn't let me eat in peace and now he called me fat.'

More tears begin to form and roll down my cheeks.

'It's his stupid fault I'm like this. Stupid ass whole!'

My thoughts are interrupted by the feeling that someone's watching me; I sigh, almost growl in annoyance. I turn my back to Vegeta and wipe my tears.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid Vegeta!'

"I'm waiting woman." I hear him calling me but I just grab my bag of chips and keep eating without moving. I hear as he gets up from his stop; his footsteps echo in the silent kitchen.

'What the hell does he want know?'

He's standing right behind me yet I don't move. I hear a growl coming from his chest; he hates begin ignored. He leans down towards me and whispers into my ear.

"Woman." I feel his hot breath near my neck; I do my best to ignore him. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you upset?"

"I'm not upset." Vegeta turns me around and I stare into his dark eyes.

"Don't lie to me woman. I can smell your tears from miles away." As I stare into his eyes I can't tell if he's pissed off at me or worried.

'Damn him and his stupid Saiyan senses.'

I sigh and look away; I can still feel his gaze on me.

'Damn it! Damn him! Why does he always have to look at me like that? I can't tell if he's pissed, worried, concerned or doesn't give a crap. This is pissing me off!'

A tear slowly escapes and rolls down my cheek; a warm hand touches my face. His hand travels to my chin and lightly pulls my gaze towards him. I can see my reflection in his eyes: my eyes look big, bright and filled with sadness.

'Damn it.'

My reflection disappears as his eyes turn into a pair of dark pools; I begin to lose myself in them. Vegeta touches my cheek, softly he rubs my tear away. His facial expression softens as he stares at me; I feel guilty for many reasons and look away in shame.

"Look at me." It only takes his voice to get my attention. As if it were an order, I slowly look back at him; scared of what might happen. His left arm wraps itself around my waist and pulls me close to him; I place my hands on his chest, but don't push myself away.

I look down when I feel his warm chest; I just noticed he doesn't have a shirt on. I think back to when he entered the kitchen and remember that he's only wearing pajama pants. I run my hands softly over his chest and notice scars everywhere; not many, but enough to show that he's been in serious fights. I run my fingers over his scars as I look at them with curiosity. Battle scars don't seem to be so familiar to me.

'Scars, battle scars; they seem so familiar to me, but. . . why?'

I continue to wonder as I softly run my fingers each one of his scars. I hear him sigh and look up to him to make sure I didn't hurt him. I notice that he's looking away, but soon he catches me staring and looks at me; I look back. Carefully I take my hands away from his chest and wrap them around his neck; slowly pulling him close to me until our foreheads touch. I look into his dark-night eyes. I lean in and brush my lips against his, softly calling out to him; he releases my waist and brings his hands to my hair, carefully brushing it. He leans in but before he is able to capture my lips I pull myself away from his grasp.

Carefully I hop off the chair, leaving my bag of chips on the table, I begin to walk towards the door. I feel a warm hand take a firm hold of mine. Before I can turn around I feel myself being pulled back into Vegeta's chest; he wraps his free arm around my waist and pulls me closer. I put my free arm on his exposed chest, almost as if to support myself. I close my eyes and place my cheek against his chest; I listen to the beat of his heart.

Suddenly I feel myself being lifted, I feel an arm holding my legs and another supporting my back. I open my eyes and see Vegeta; he's carrying me bride style.

"Come on now, You and our baby need sleep." He kisses the top of my head.

He walks to the door and turns the lights off before walking out the kitchen. I wrap my arms around his neck; closing my eyes I keep listening to his heart beat.

After a while we arrived at our bedroom, listening to his heart beat was like a lullaby, my eye lids begin to feel heavy. I feel as Vegeta places me into bed. I watch as he removes his pajama pants, now wearing only boxers, before he lays down next to me. He pulls over the covers us before pulling me closer to him. He begins to brush away a few strands of hairs from my face.

"Bulma." He calls out to me. "My sweet dear Bulma. My beautiful queen, you are all mine; forever mine." He whispers to me as he gently brushes my cheek; I smile. He leans in and captures my lips; the anger that I had for him died away a while ago. As he kisses me all I can think about was how good it feels to be in his arm. Once we breakaway I cuddle closer to him; I hear him sigh, almost in relief. I begin to hear his heart beat, once again my eyes lids become heavy with sleep; sunlight begins to enter threw the window. As I close my eyes I feel Vegeta pull me closer to him.

"Sleep well my Queen, my Bulma, my love." I hear him whisper; he kisses my forehead once more; before I began to drift into sleep I hear him whisper something but I could catch what he said.

Sorry I took long in updating, I was busy with my birthday party and getting ready for school; but the important thing is that I was able to update. Hope you guys like this chapter. Please review and tell me what you think.

I would like to thank my Beta-Reader/Editor TokyoHanon97.