Chapter 9.

Bulma smiled as she looked into his deep onyx eyes, so dark she couldn't distinguish between iris and pupil. She started back with her bright sapphires: a perfect juxtaposition. She could feel his eyes bore deep into her soul, analysing every aspect of her being. She really hoped she had a similar expression on her face. She often found that she wore a dumfounded look when looking into his eyes. She smiled when his hands touched her skin and shivered when his hands reached her thighs. She pressed herself closer to him and soon her lips found his. He kissed her back, sending tendrils of warmth through her body. Bulma moved closer yet again and positioned her self in the curve of Vegeta's body. She placed her head on his chest and closed her eyes. She was content.

"I love you, Bulma." And the illusion broke. His stoic face dissipated into the darkness of her subconscious and she woke up, angry.

She was irritated with herself for dreaming these dreams. She thought she would have been strong. She was wrong. About a week after his departure, Bulma had started having dreams about her prince. After 3 weeks she had been having them at least 5 nights in 7.

She missed him, yet hated that she did. He wasn't exactly the best choice for a lover and Bulma knew that, but she couldn't help but love him. She wished she didn't; he wasn't exactly an east person to love. He barely ever showed affection and when he did it was short lived. He was rude to her parent and seemed to only like their son as punching bag.

And he left.

She couldn't understand why she loved him after he abandoned her to go into space. She knew why he had to go, she had even given her consent, but still it was creul and selfish of him. She sighed, there was no point in complaining now.

She got up out her bed and walked into the bathroom. She showered, brushed her teeth and got dressed into a pair of old worn jeans and a black shirt, before walking down stairs to the kitchen.

As she walked through the kitchen doors she saw her son and dad sat down at the breakfast table. Her mother was at the stove cooking breakfast, but almost cried when she saw Bulma's messy appearance. Except when she was ill, Mrs Briefs had never seen Bulma without her hair done in some fancy style. But right now it looked like a blue nest and she almost cried, she couldn't understand how her daughter could neglegt her hair so much. She balmed her father and his messy ways.

Bulma sat down at the table next to Trunks and took the boel of cereal away from her father.

"Bulma dear, I'm out at a investors meeting today so I'll need you to take charge at the labs."

"I was going there anyway dad its fine." Mrs and Dr Briefs exchanged a look of worry then. Not since she was fifteen had Bulma been so interested in working in the main labs. She usually preferred to work in her private labs but for the last week Bulma had shown up every day without fail. Her parents were beginning to worry about her state of mind. She hadn't seen any if her friends since Vegeta left. But Mrs Briefs had the sorted.

"Oh Bulma dear," Mrs Breifs began as Bulma was leaving,"come leave the labs before 7 please."

"Okay mum."

-(m)-

"Hey do you know where my mother is," Bulma asked the receptionist in the entrance hall.

"She was just putting Trunks away Miss Bulma."

Bulma smiled a thank you and hurried up to Trunk's room.

"Hey mum. I'm back."

"Oh Bulma dear, I'm going to need you to go into your room and put this on," Mrs Breifs said, holding up an expensive dress.

"Why?"

"Don't ask questions just put it on." Mrs Briefs giggled. Bulma took the dress and walked out the door.

"Oh, do your hair as well dear."

Bulma shook her head and walked into her room to get changed. She showered and put the dress on. Half heatedly she did her hair and makeup and, quite irretated, walked down stairs to find her mother.

Mrs Breifs was no where to be seen. Bulma had checked her favourite rooms of the house, as well as the giant greenhouse her father kept his 'exotic' pets in. Bulma sighed and walked into the dining room. She didn't really expect her mother to be in here as they almost always ate at the breakfast table. The dining table was just to large and so was only used for dinner partys. But to her surprise the dining table had been pushed to the side of the room and the many chais were stacked up.

"SURPRISE!"

Bulma jumped as all her friends jumped out of their hiding places. Buma was stunned. She couldn't comprehend why all her friends were here. Then she saw her mother and realised that she had set it up. Proberbly to get her out of her rut. She faked a smile and began to greet her guests. She wasn't happy about this and was going to let her mum know about this afterwards. As she went around her friends it only made her sadder. Especially when she got to Krillin. He was in a similar situation as her: falling in love with an ex villain, but unlike her, android 18 seemed to really like Krillin, even if she was a little shy about public displays of affection.

After 2 hours of feigned happiness Bulma had had enough. She thought her friends were sufficiently drunk to be able to sneak out and left without anyone noticing. She walked up the stairs into Trunk's room and kissed her lavender haired son on the head before heading to her own bed. She walked into her room and removed her dress. She climed into bed without bothering to put on her pyjamas and snuggled under her sheets. Suddenly she felt an arm wrap around her waist.

"I love you, Bulma"

She snuggled into the speakers chest and fell asleep.

To be continued.