Hi guys! Thanks so much for taking the time to read my story! I really appreciate it and I do apologize that I didn't get the next chapter in when I said I would. I do have some stuff on my plate and it's been kind of hard to review and edit the next chapter. But fortunately and unfortunately, it's been raining here in my city which has caused my college to shut down for a few days so yay! Chapter 2 is up. Also, I updated chapter 1. I said the story was originally going to take place in flashbacks, but it makes much more sense to have it build up. I edited a few things as well so when you get the chance, go back and reread so the next few chapters wouldn't seem too confusing :) And thanks again guys for your patience.

And once again, I own nothing... :(

The day was coming to an end at West City. A familiar hum was in the air at the Capsule Corp residence. Vegeta had been hard at training. He had been since he had last spoken with Bulma. He was actually kind of glad he was back at it again. The slacking off had really put a toll on his body and regardless of how athletic Saiyans can be, they can also get fat too. Not something Vegeta wanted, especially with his love of Earth food.

He decided to end his day with a few sit ups, exercise always cleared his mind. Yet no matter how much he pushed himself, he found it hard to unclutter his mind... Maybe some time away from Bulma would be good, he thought. The constant arguments would stop and it would give him some time to think things through a bit. He knew he was staying on Earth. He also wanted to start training Trunks, but he had to wait another 2-3 years. Bulma had been quite adamant about that.

And then of course, there was Bulma. Probably the only being to bitch slap Vegeta and live to tell the tale… unhurt at least... Vegeta had mixed emotions. He wasn't used to settling down. Women came and went in his life. Having Bulma around was unfamiliar and uncomforting. But on the other hand, the same unfamiliar and uncomforting things about Bulma is what bewitched Vegeta in the first place.

He wasn't sure how it happened but it did. Their relationship slowly began to form into something he would've never expected. And it wasn't just about the sex or the gravity machine, it was all the other little things she did for him.

He remembered one time he complained how hot his tea was and soon after that, she started to put a few ice cubes in it. Or when she noticed how drenched with sweat his towel was during workouts, she started to leave a few fresh ones by the control panel after she would run the daily maintenance. Or how she would wait by his bedside when he was injured (which was often). The way she'd trace his scars with her fingertips. And the way her eyes would light up or the smile she would give him when he would drop by her lab after a long day of not seeing each other. As if she was genuinely happy to see him…

Vegeta tsked. It wasn't his fault she did those things for him. He didn't ask for it. He didn't ask for her to worry about him, he wasn't a child. Hell, his own mother and father didn't worry so much for him, must be a human thing…

Vegeta got up from his last sit up. He subconsciously reached for the control panel to find that there was nothing there. He sighed. "What the hell is wrong with me…"

Bulma was unpacking at her new penthouse apartment. It was beautiful, to say the least. It had stunning views of the city and it was far away from her grief and constant source of anger… well, maybe just a few blocks down. If it weren't for Trunks, she'd have moved overseas already.

She looked over to the empty living room where her son was playing with the toys around him. She smiled. Life had been stressing lately with her father retiring and her having to fill his shoes in the company. And with everything else going on in her personal life, Bulma just wanted to hide under her covers and never come out. But when she saw her son's face and how happy and carefree he was made her see the silver lining in this giant storm.

"Hey! Where did you want me to put this Bulma?" Chi-Chi asked as she unpacked some of Trunks toys.

"Oh, just leave them there." Bulma said as she snapped back to reality. "I'll get to it later anyways. The furniture and appliance guys are running a bit late, and Trunks' toy chest is in there as well. You should sit down Chi-Chi. Being on your feet this late in your pregnancy isn't good for you!"

"Oh relax! I was cooking and cleaning and doing everything else for Goku when I was pregnant with Gohan, it's nothing new." Chi-Chi smiled, putting aside a few boxes.

"I don't know how you do it Chi-Chi. I couldn't be on my feet for more than two minutes when I was pregnant with Trunks. As much as I love him, I don't think I want another baby for a long time." Bulma thought as she remembered all the morning sickness, the weight gain, the weird cravings and the swollen feet. Her breast however, never looked better. Bulma looked down at her watch and noticed it was Trunks' feeding time. She began to prepare a bottle for him.

"So is Vegeta going to help out with Trunks?" Chi-Chi asked curiously, taking Bulma's advice and sitting down.

Bulma was shaking the formula when she began. "I don't know really. All he does all day is sulk around. He doesn't even go check on Trunks when he's crying or hungry or needs a diaper change. My mom usually is the one to help me out, and sometimes my dad." Bulma said, getting a bit irritated at the thought of Vegeta. "Plus, all we do is fight constantly, it's hard to be in the same room with that man!"

Chi-Chi just nodded, not realizing how much Bulma was struggling with her baby's father. Goku might have not raised Gohan the way she wanted to, but at least he tried...somewhat. Piccolo, on the other hand, did a better job of raising Gohan. Chi-Chi's thoughts were soon interrupted by a fuming Bulma.

"I don't get it Chi-Chi, why am I a sucker for the bad boys? They're not my typical type of guy, and yet I always end up falling for them! What is wrong with me!? Why can't I find a handsome guy that would cater to me?! I'm beautiful, smart and rich! That would be more than enough for most men, but noo! It's not enough for some assholes!" Bulma was fuming and shaking the baby bottle vigorously.

Chi-Chi took the bottle away from Bulma and handed it to Trunks before it exploded in Bulma's grip. "I don't get it Bulma, why did you do so much for him? Yamcha told me you'd cancel dates just to fix his training machine. I don't think I've ever seen you bend over backwards for a guy like that. Usually, you're the one who wants the pampering."

"I wish I knew…" Bulma said cooling down. She didn't realize how much pent up anger she still had against Vegeta. "It's just...when I was with him, I felt so different. What was supposed to be a one night thing turned into something else and I was left with a baby and him on my mind. ALL THE TIME! Even when I want to stop, I just can't. Look at Trunks, look how much he looks like his father. Every time I hold him, I see Vegeta…" Bulma said, letting all those locked up emotions flow.

"Gee Bulma, I didn't realize your care for him ran that deep. I honestly thought it was just a one night kind of thing…" Chi-Chi said surprised.

"I wish it was a one night fling, maybe then forgetting him would be a lot easier." Bulma said.

"So what, you and him are over? Is that why you chose to move?"

"Well, yes and some of it has to do with staying closer to downtown. He'll always be a part of my life because of Trunks, but I'm not even sure Vegeta wants to stick around long enough to be a father for him."

"So he's planning on leaving?" Chi-Chi asked concerned

"Well, yeah...I can't say I didn't see it coming. It was all he wanted to do as soon as he defeated the Androids and Goku, but that didn't turn out the way he wanted." Bulma said.

"Ugh, Saiyan men are pigs. Look at Goku, not a day goes by where I don't miss him, but he's still a jerk for leaving me with two Saiyan boys! This little guys isn't even born, and he's already jumping out and about in there!" Chi-Chi said pointing to her belly.

Bulma kind of chuckled at Chi-Chi. She then heard the doorbell rang. "Oh finally! The furniture is here!" Bulma said as she ran to the door and let the men in.

"Good! I'm so hungry I can eat a horse!" Chi-Chi said.

"You really must be a carrying a Saiyan in there!" Bulma laughed.

Vegeta was finishing up his training and began walking out to the yard. He smelled something delicious in the air and decided to follow his nose, which he soon regretted.

"Hi sweetie! My don't you look handsome all sweaty!" Mrs. briefs said as she blushed watching her shirtless should be son in law pass her by. Vegeta's face turned red. After so many years living with the Briefs, Bulma's mother was definitely the woman that made him the most uncomfortable. And not good uncomfortable like Bulma. He swore he could sometimes feel her undressing him with her eyes. Which was weird because he hardly ever saw them open.

"Eh…" Vegeta said, face still red.

"Are you going to stick around a bit for Bulma's goodbye BBQ? I know you two have been on shaky terms lately, but it will meant a lot to her if you hang around a bit! What do you say? There's plenty of food." She smiled at him.

"I don't think it's a good-" Vegeta was about to finish but Mrs. Briefs stopped him.

"Nonsense! She'll love it, I know her!" Mrs. Briefs said as she handed a beer to Vegeta and a big plate of food. "Just go sit over there and enjoy yourself sweetie. Bulma and Trunks should be arriving soon anyway." She pushed him to the direction of the lawn chairs. Vegeta, not really wanting to argue, just went to go sit by himself.

Several minutes flew by and Vegeta began to knock down a couple of beers and started to feel a buzz. He was glad he didn't destroy this planet when he first came, it would've been such a shame to have let good food and beer go to waste and the day was actually pretty decent, that was until he heard an annoying voice.

"Hi Mrs. B! How are you?" Yamcha said as he landed on the yard, followed by the talking cat, the talking pig, the talking turtle, the perverted hermit and the short baldy. Vegeta rolled his eyes. He should've expected Bulma's band of misfit friends to arrive. Maybe if he ignored them long enough, they would leave him alone.

"Where's Bulma? I thought she'd be here by now?" Yamcha said looking around.

"Oh, she's still at her new apartment. She called me not that long ago, she should be here sometime soon." Mrs. Briefs informed Yamcha. "But why don't you keep Vegeta some company? Don't worry, he becomes pretty social after he's had a good meal!" She said cheerfully.

Yamcha laughed nervously, he couldn't imagine what Mrs. Briefs definition of social meant when it came to Vegeta. But he shrugged it off. Bulma was going to be there soon anyways, so if Vegeta went off the wall, at least she'd be able to put up with him. He went to go join Krillin and Puar, who were heading towards the seats by Vegeta.

"Hey Vegeta! How's it going? Mind if we keep you company?" Krillin asked, in a much too comfortable tone.

"Hn… just don't bother me with your stupidity." Vegeta said, taking another sip of his beer.

"Haha, if I were Goku maybe…" Krillin said, which made Vegeta kind of chuckle.

Krillin took a seat next to him, followed by Yamcha.

"So have you been training lately Vegeta?" Yamcha asked, trying to ease the tension in the group and grabbing a beer from the cooler.

"Somewhat…" Vegeta answered monotonously, lazy in his answers.

"How's Trunks? Have you started training him. Bulma told me he started walking a month ago." Yamcha asked taking a sip of his beer.

"Beats me." Vegeta answered. Yamcha looked at Krillin a bit tense. Yamcha should really know better than to think that Vegeta could actually have a conversation. It made him questions Bulma's actions a bit. Why Vegeta? He knew deep down that he was no better for Bulma, with the cheating and all, but at least he cared about her. It just made him upset that Bulma couldn't get over a guy that didn't really care for her...

"Hey Vegeta! You lucky dog!" Master Roshi came and slapped Vegeta's back. Vegeta's eyes widened a bit a the hermit's audacity to touch him and actually catch him by surprise. "I never thought I'd see the day that Bulma would settle down!" Master Roshi laughed his old man laugh taking a seat. "She was a wild thing in her younger years, I tell you what."

That was actually something that caught Vegeta's attention. "What are you talking about old man? It's not like Bulma wasn't wild when I first met her."

Krillin kind of grinned. The uneasiness of being around Vegeta made him drink to where he was already a bit too comfortable.

"Oh yeah! I don't think there isn't anyone here who hasn't seen Bulma naked." Krillin said as Vegeta stared at him wide eyed.

"Wh-WHAT?" Vegeta said in disbelief. He knew Bulma was vulgar, but not loose.

"Not on purpose!" Yamcha added in, trying to save Bulma some face, even though he knew about young Bulma's antics. "It's not like Bulma was flashing it for the world (sort of)...I mean, I saw her accidentally showering one time when I was trying to steal the dragon balls from Goku and her." Yamcha said only to be punched on the side of the arm by a very angered Vegeta.

To say Vegeta's punch didn't hurt would be a lie, but in it Yamcha discovered something about Vegeta that eased the pain a bit. He did care, in his own little way, about Bulma. Why else would he punch him when he talked about Bulma in that way? Even Vegeta was kind of surprised at the natural reflex that came when Yamcha said he saw Bulma naked.

"But Bulma's single now! I wonder if she'd let me do pafu pafu on her?" Roshi said which made Vegeta give him a deadly stare before knocking him upside the head.

"Heh, like Bulma would ever want to get with you after she's been with a real man like me." Vegeta said cockily making Krillin and Yamcha laugh out loud much to their master's dismay. Vegeta began. "Believe me old man, once Bulma got on, she didn't want to get off." he smugly said. While he expected some laughs from the two idiots, he noticed they had horrified expressions on their faces. They were looking behind him. Vegeta mistakenly turned around.

*SMACK*

Everyone in the party went quiet.

Vegeta's face was once again blindsided by a perfectly manicured hand he instantly recognized. He was so buzzed and lost in the conversation that he didn't notice Bulma had arrived to the compound.

"WHY THE HELL DID YOU HIT ME?" Vegeta yelled at Bulma as he got up his seat. Chi-Chi quickly took a crying Trunks from Bulma's arm and headed towards Mrs. Briefs.

"GEE, VEGETA! DO I REALLY HAVE TO EXPLAIN WHY?!" She said angrily before storming off into the compound. She had never been so embarrassed.

Vegeta quickly followed her in while the guys began laughing out loud. He made a mental note to deal with them later.

They walked all the way to the inside of the first floor. Vegeta was tired of following her.

"Would you hold on a second woman?!" Vegeta said as he grabbed Bulma's wrist and flipped her around, using a bit too much force than he wanted.

"Don't touch me Vegeta!" Bulma said as she yanked her wrist away from his grip.

Vegeta put his hands to on his hips while he looked down. He exhaled, trying to cool down a bit. He was still angry that Bulma slapped him, again, especially in front of people he didn't like.

Bulma was so angry when she stormed off, she hadn't noticed that Vegeta had shaven, exposing that handsome face. And he was shirtless too. All his muscles looked so toned and defined… he must have been back at training she thought.

"You know Vegeta, I expect that pig like behavior from Master Roshi, Krillin and sometimes Yamcha. But not you. I really thought you were a lot better than that." Bulma said trying to get away from Vegeta. It was starting to cause an odd and familiar affect on her.

"Why does my opinion of you matter so much?" Vegeta asked, tone completely different, his arms now crossing over his chest.

"I-it doesn't…" she said, trying to form something. Bulma assumed Vegeta would have just let it go and walked away like he usually does, but he decided to ask something she wasn't expecting. 'Why did his opinion matter?' She thought.

But Vegeta was a lot quicker than Bulma. He knew he had thrown her a curveball. It was now time to play the game.

"Then why bother getting so worked up?" Vegeta gave her a devilish grin.

Bulma pouted, knowing she wasn't going to get off of this one that easily. "Whatever…" She said as she began to walk past him.

Vegeta quickly put one of his hand on the wall, blocking Bulma's way. He inched closer to her, making Bulma back up into a wall. A very familiar tension formed between them. 'Damn it Vegeta, just go away…' Bulma thought. She didn't know if she'd be able to handle what Vegeta had in mind. She blushed and looked away from him. "What's the matter Bulma, do I make you nervous?"

Bulma wanted to deny it, but Vegeta still gave her butterflies every time he got close to her. She so badly wanted to grab and smother him with kisses like she used to, especially the way he looked now. That all came crashing down when he opened his big dumb mouth.

"You know woman, I wouldn't reject you if you were to come knocking on my door. I wouldn't think any less of you if you did." As he looked her in the eyes and began to run his other hand on Bulma's thigh.

Bulma began to laugh. This made Vegeta's advances stop, he was somewhat confused. Oh was she so wrong about Vegeta. As she wiped a tear from her eye, she looked at him dead in the eye. "Get the fuck away from me Vegeta." And shoved him out of her way.

Vegeta stood there for a few seconds before he turned to watch her leave. He put his hands in his pocket and gave a half smile from his revelation. "My child's mother is definitely not a floozy."

Hi guys, let me know what you think of this chapter? I think with Vegeta (especially what we're seeing now with super) has many layers. So I'm trying to explore those layers and put him in odd situations. I don't think he's always so serious, I think he can cut back a little now and then. Haha, I'll try to have the new chapter up by the end of May! Have a nice day guys and thanks for reading.