Chapter 2: Feeling lonely

After dinner Bulma left Vegeta and Trunks with her parents while she went to pack things. Falling on her bed and covering up her eyes, "What am I going to tell them?" Bulma shot up out of bed and aced like she was talking to all her loved ones. "Hey everyone, I have to tell you...Vegeta's a vampire." She shook her head and fell back down. "What to do?"

After a while she got everything packed. Got everything loaded in Vegeta's car and Trunks loaded in her's and followed him to his house. All the way there Bulma was trying to piece everything together, especially how Vegeta was acting and how his eyes changed. 'Get use to it.' Kept going through her head. "Did I get myself into something too deep?"

The first month of Trunks' life had already passed before Bulma could realize it. Vegeta seemed to be fine and all but kept his distance from both her and Trunks. Bulma was worried at first but grew tired and started doing her own thing. Vegeta would come home in a foul mood and not want to talk and go lock himself in his study, leaving her eating by herself. One night, when Vegeta was working at the club, Bulma called up 18, who was still on her honeymoon. "I don't know what to do 18. He's so different now."

"Well maybe you should just get out of there."

"I don't think I want to, that's the problem."

"Bulma, what is up with you?"

"I'm not sure." Pinching her nose. "I think it's just the stress of getting this wedding put together, dealing with Trunks and not knowing what is going on with Vegeta."

"Bulma I hate to say this, because I love ya, but you made a stupid choice taking him back."

"You might be right." Bulma paused to hear Trunks cry. "Hey I got to go it's Trunks' feeding time. I'll talk to ya later."

"Ok. Good luck. Love ya, bye."

"Love you too. Bye." Bulma hung up the phone and headed upstairs to Trunks' room. His room was the first door on the left at the top of the stairs. Bulma opened the huge door and walked in to turn on the lamp. Trunks' walls were a royal blue was blood red trim. His crib was hand carved out of black oak with royal blue sheets. The changing table match the crib and so did the rocking chair, that most nights Bulma slept in. "Hey sweetie, ready to eat?" Trunks grred as she picked him up. "Wow! Let's change you first." After the trick of changing his diaper she went and sat down with him. She was already in her pajamas and lifted up her shirt to nurse. As Trunks quickly latched on Bulma started singing to him, like she did every time. It relaxed her and him, creating the bond of mother and child.

Vegeta came in the front door, angry as usual, 'What the hell is taking them so long to get here! I hate waiting!' Vegeta punched the nearest wall as he took off his shoes and coat. He listened very carefully to see if Bulma and the boy were awake, then he caught her voice singing. He would never admit it, but if he came home just in time, her singing calmed him down some. Yes he had been ignoring them since they got here, but it was keeping him sane. It was nearly impossible to sleep in the same bed with her. He loved the days she would fall asleep in the boys room. But still her smell was all over the pillow, keeping him awake. 'They better get here soon, or I'll do it without them.' He thought climbing the stairs, stopping for a second at Trunks' door, wanting to open it and see his woman and son and join them, but he took his hand off the door knob and continued to his and Bulma's room for a shower.

Bulma finished her song and looked down to see Trunks had fallen back asleep. She smiled and got up to put him back in bed. She looked up when she heard the water for the shower start. 'Great. He's home.' She walked to the door and right before shutting off the light she turned and smiled at her sleeping boy one last time. She walked slowly down the hallway to the bedroom and came in. Bulma looked to her right to see the bathroom door was shut, shaking her head she went over and laid down in bed, closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep.

Vegeta felt her enter the room as he was drying off. He slipping on a pair of clean boxers and pajama pants and exited the bathroom. She was in bed facing the wall, meaning her back was to him. Shaking his head, he finished drying his hair and tossed the towel in the hamper and went to the bed. After laying down he rolled to his right starring at her back. He really did care, but she was too close right now and he didn't want to hurt her. He moved closer.

Bulma heard him enter and felt him get in bed. She tried her best to pretend to be asleep until she felt his arm drape around her waist and pull her closer to him. 'What the hell?' She was confused, this was the first time he's touched her since coming here. Then she felt Vegeta's breath on the back of her neck. "Woman, you would never make it as an actress."

'Damn pulse.' "I can't help it that I'm living with someone that can sense things no other being can." she said coldly.

"Don't fight it woman, you know you love it."
"I don't, that's why I hate it." She still didn't look at him, she wasn't in the mood to see the lust in his eyes. "Plus, I've grown use to being ignored."

"I don't wish that."

"I'm sure. Now can I please sleep." She tried to pull away from him, but he was too strong.

With venom in his voice. "You can, right here!"

She could feel the tears getting ready to come but she didn't let them. 'Why me?' Even though she wouldn't admit it at the moment she was comfortable and felt safe in his arms and soon fell asleep.

The next night Bulma got up and found the bed empty, as usual. She took a quick shower and went and got Trunks ready for the night. They went downstairs, half way down the stairs Bulma could hear Vegeta on the phone.

"Where the hell are you?" "I'm not waiting for you forever, you know that right!" "Well then get your ass here! I don't know how much more I can handle this!" "Whatever! Bye!" Vegeta slammed the phone down and turned to see Bulma holding Trunks looking around the corner at him.

"Is there a problem?"

"None of your business!" Vegeta marched into the kitchen.

Bulma shook her head and followed. Bulma placed Trunks in his mobile crib by the table, where Vegeta was sitting, went to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle filled with milk she pumped, opened it and heated it up, then gave it to Trunks. "You know..." She backed out.

"I know what?" Vegeta looked up from his glass.

She took at deep breath. "You want me to be your wife, but yet you shut me out. If what you do in your life isn't any of my business, then why keep me around when I feel that I'm basically nothing to you anymore. Why put Trunks and I both through that?" Her words hit him, they were cold, she didn't seem like the same person him first met at all. She turned her back to him while making breakfast, (A.N. Dinner ^_^) She heard him finish his glass of blood and slam it on the table then it was quiet. She released the breath she didn't even know she was holding, hoping he decided to leave. She finished cutting up her orange when she felt his arms wrap around her waist. Her body's response was making her hot but she quickly dismissed it. Then Vegeta roughly turned her around.

"You and the boy do matter! And my life is more complicated than you could imagine!" Vegeta kissed her roughly then pulled back and returned to his seat. "Its torture being around you right now."

Bulma held her right hand to her chest shocked. She finally got herself back together and went and sat across from him. "Why?"

Vegeta rubbed his hand and looked up at Bulma, "I hear your blood flowing even when I just pull into the drive." Starting to shake. "Every time I touch you and want you. But I can't."

Bulma watched him carefully not moving except to eat, slowly. "Why can't you? Does it have something to do with the phone conversation you were having?"

"Yes, we marry in 5 days, my family is supposed to come. But they are being...difficult."

"How?"

"They don't want us to wed till you are turned." He said coldly.

"Oh." She looked down at Trunks, who finished his bottle and was now chewing on his fists. She looked back up at Vegeta who was watching her. "So why don't you...you know. Change me?"

Vegeta dropped his fists on the table and look at her in shock, then grinned evilly. "Would have the night you came here, but that's why I need my family here. They have to agree to it."

"Oh." She got up and took her bowl to the sink with Trunks' bottle. She felt Vegeta's arms around her again and his breath on her neck.

"Put the boy back in his room. He's sound asleep and come with me."

She quickly turned to face him. "Why?" Coldly.

"Woman." Vegeta glared. "Just do it." He roughly let go of her and walked out of the kitchen to the living room

Bulma shook her head and headed over to Trunks, sure enough he was asleep. She picked him up and took him to his room. Kissed him on the forehead and went back downstairs to Vegeta. "Ok, I'm here what do you want?"

"Come sit." She rolled her eyes and went and sat down. "See not bad."

She didn't say anything, didn't even look at him.

"Why do you always wear outfits like this?" Vegeta picked at her strap to her black sun dress. She still didn't say anything. He slowly pulled the strap down over her shoulder and kissed where it was. "You know how it drives me insane." Still nothing from her. "Will you look at me?" She refused. "Bulma." He said softly, jolting her. She turned and looked at him.

"Don't toy with me."

Before she knew what happened she was backed against the wall and pinned there by Vegeta. "I will toy with you all I want and you know you love it." He moved in and started kissing her neck moving his way down. Bulma tried to hold back a moan, but lost it. Vegeta smirked and looked at her. "I told you. Now let's play." Vegeta quickly picked her up and took her up to their room.

A.N. Sorry it took me so long, I lost what I was going to write and school. But I'm back! ^_^