Hi guys! Sorry to leave ya'll hanging (again!) I've finished my cadet class and I'm off from school until Feb, so I've got plenty of time to post a new chapter. And thank you guys for being patient. I'm a huge fan of BulmaxVegeta and I follow I few people who do a lot for this fanbase on , so I do know what it's like having to wait. So once again guys thank you for following and favoriting my story. I hope you enjoy this next chapter. Actually, this one was supposed to serve as a part two to the last chapter. Bulma doesn't trust Vegeta, and it doesn't seem she's really willing to give him a chance anymore. But things start heating up between her and a new lover! Now Bulma is definitely going to make Vegeta work for it. Also, some more Trunks and Vegeta bonding! :D

Bulma was making her way to Yamcha's house. She was going to take Trunks to her job, but with all that was going on, it was best she left him with someone she trusted. Of course, she'd never tell Vegeta that she trusted her ex more so than him, especially with their son. She thought that would just enrage him. Or maybe she should tell. Maybe then he'll have an aneurysm and die.

Bulma shook her head. She wasn't that spiteful.

"Bulma, come in!" Yamcha said as he welcomed her in his apartment, snapping Bulma out of her thoughts. She was deep in thought she didn't even notice how she got to Yamcha's front door so quickly.

"Thank you for babysitting in such short notice!" Bulma exclaimed as she handed Trunks to Yamcha.

"No problem, I love little Trunks! He gets me all the babes!" Yamcha grinned, which Bulma couldn't help but smile a bit.

"Well, here is his diaper bag. Everything that he needs is in there. If there is any problem at all please call me, or here is the doctor's number if something happens-" Bulma was cut off.

"Bulma relax! This isn't my first time babysitting him." Yamcha said, assuring Bulma that Trunks was in good hands.

"I know… I'm sorry, I'm just a bit flustered. It's just that Vegeta was looking after him and it was a mess when I arrived, now he wants to train Trunks...I'm just not sure, he can't even look after him..."

"C'mon Bulma, have a little faith. Vegeta ain't that bad. If he can make me see him in another light, I'm sure you can still see the good in him. I mean, I still don't like him, he's an asshole." Yamcha said that last part bluntly.

"Ugh, why did I have to have a child with him! It would've been so much easier with someone else! Out of all the eligible men in the world who would worship the floor I step on, I had to end up with the one asshole who couldn't care less about me or his baby's wellbeing!Why does the universe hate me?" Bulma said agitated.

Yamcha felt bad for Bulma at times. He knew deep down, Bulma and him could never be like they used to be… they just really grew apart. But it didn't mean that it didn't hurt too see the hard times Bulma was going through. He was more than happy to step up as father and husband in Vegeta's absence, even if it meant putting his life on hold to raise Trunks, but Bulma still held onto that small ounce of hope that he'd come back to her. And it sucked to see her slowly slipping every time Vegeta down right ignored her when all Bulma ever wanted from him was the same feeling she felt for him.

"You know I'm here for you B." He told her. It was really all he could ever tell her and it seemed to ground her back.

Bulma hugged him. She loved that he was his shoulder that she could cry on. "Thanks Yamcha." She said tiredly.

"Anytime!" He grinned.

After leaving Trunks with Yamcha, Bulma made her way back to her office.

"Where is everyone?" Bulma asked Stefan as she stepped back in.

"The board of directors is in the meeting room with your candidates."

"Oh…" Bulma said as she stood in the lobby of outside the meeting office. She was supposed to be in there, but she already knew the outcome. A few minutes later, everyone from the meeting room emerged, congratulating Ren.

"Once again, congratulations on your new position, Ren, I know you'll do this company right!" One of the directors said to him.

"Good choice. And a handsome one at that." Stefan said to Bulma as he heard the good news, still standing on the sidelines.

"It really wasn't much of a choice, he was the right fit. I really just want to go back to the lab."

Stefan laughed commenting on how much like her father she was.

Ren then noticed Bulma, who was leaning on the desk with Stefan. "Hey, you left in such a rush, I got worried. I was going to call but Stefan said it's best not to bother you and then the board of directors came in and called all the candidates in. Is everything ok?" Ren asked.

Yes, sorry! I didn't mean to worry you. I completely forgot the board meeting was today. All those things fly out the window when you're a worried single parent." Bulma said.

"Tell me about it." Ren added. "Well, everyone is going out to celebrate later, if you're not too busy, we'd... I mean, I'd love to have you come and join us. Drinks are on me." Ren said, really hoping she would say yes.

"I'll think about it." Bulma said as she smiled. A lot of guys in the office have invited her out for drinks, but Bulma has usually been too busy to bother, or just not interested at all. But Ren was someone she kind of had a crush on, even when she was younger. He loved the way he talked about his daughter and how generally nice he was. Stefan interrupted Bulma's thoughts.

"Dr. Briefs, did you still want to go through with your exit interview since the board it still here?" He asked.

"Yeah why not, let's get this over with." Bulma said as she entered the meeting room with the board. Even though the board couldn't say nothing but positive things about her time there, all she could think of throughout the interview was Vegeta's request of training Trunks and all the possible outcomes of it all. In the end, she decided it was best not to subject her son to his way of life.

It was now 10pm and the Briefs had returned with a sleepy Trunks in hand. He was tuckered out after a long afternoon with Yamcha. After Mrs. Briefs put him to bed, she whipped up dinner for Vegeta and her husband.

"So how was babysitting?" Mrs. Briefs asked as she poured some juice into Vegeta's cup.

"Hn." Vegeta said. He didn't want to admit it was more difficult than he thought.

"I'm sorry for the way Bulma acted. I can't blame her. I didn't trust my husband with Bulma when she was a baby. I guess it's just a motherly thing." She said.

"Bulma never got hurt when she was with me in the lab." Dr. Briefs said, ignoring the fact that Bulma got hurt several times under his watch in the lab. He turned to Vegeta, "It gets better son. Being a father takes work, but it is rewarding in the end."

Vegeta scoffed. He cared for his son, but he didn't see anything rewarding about raising him. Trunks will probably end up just like him, which Bulma constantly tells him that it's not a good thing. Vegeta just ate the rest of his dinner and decided to go to bed.

As he was heading to his room, he noticed that Trunks was standing up on his crib.

'Your mom is usually here around this time.' Vegeta thought. He did need to talk to her about Trunks' training. He wasn't going to let his son be a weakling. He then turned his attention to his son.

"Why are you still up, go to bed." Vegeta said sternly to Trunks. He sat down on his crib and just stared at Vegeta. "Papa!" Trunks said as he lifted his arms for Vegeta to pick him up.

Vegeta looked at him for a bit. Either he could go and hear Trunks cry for a few until his grandmother calmed him down, (which usually took a while, Trunks was such a mama's boy) or pick him up and make him up fall asleep somehow. Vegeta decided to pick him up instead. He couldn't handle his cries, especially when he was tired and ready for bed.

Trunks just scrunched his face in excitement. Trunks started to pick at his father's face, much to Vegeta's dismay. "The only good thing about this is that you won't remember any of this when you're older. I guess this is fine." Vegeta said as he let Trunks pick his face. He noticed how mesmerized Trunks was when touching his face, it was like he was discovering a whole new world.

After having his eyes poked and hair pulled and a few giggles later, Trunks finally yawned and nuzzled his head in the crook of Vegeta's neck. Holding Trunks like that made him fairly uncomfortable, but he held him anyway, not knowing there was someone spying on him.

Mrs. Briefs quietly stood at the doorway. She smiled. 'I knew he'd get the hang of it!' She thought as she quietly made her way back to the kitchen. "Gee, I don't know why Bulma worries so much." She happily said to herself.

Vegeta hesitated but put his hand on Trunks' back, like he'd seen Bulma or Mrs. Briefs do when they're trying to get him to sleep. It was so small he thought compared to his big hand. Vegeta had a hard to imagining that the same child he was holding was going to grow bigger than him. It was also hard to believe this was the same kid he hated, he mistreated, and let die due to his pride…and that's when the bad memories flashed through his mind.

Vegeta put Trunks back down on his crib. The flashbacks left a sour note and a very dirty feeling. He shouldn't be holding this boy right now, not with what those hands are capable of... 'Saiyans aren't supposed to feel what I feel.' Vegeta thought as he looked down on his now sleeping son. "This damn planet is making me insane." He muttered under his breath. He then turned and headed to the kitchen again to go get a drink of water.

As he headed back downstairs, he heard the phone ringing for it to be promptly picked up by Mrs. Briefs. She had his back to him, not noticing he had entered the kitchen.

"Hey mom! Is there a chance you can watch Trunks overnight?" Bulma said on the other line with a lot of loud noise in the back. It was 10pm and she still wasn't hear to pick up Trunks, which Vegeta found odd. Bulma was fairly punctual when it came to Trunks. Vegeta with his sensitive hearing picked up the conversation as he quietly grabbed a cup.

"Sure sweetie, do you have a lot of paperwork?" Mrs. Briefs asked.

"Well, not really. I'm just having a few drinks with some of the new officers of the company. I don't know how much longer I'll be here, but I don't want to wake you or Trunks if I get there late. I'll be home tomorrow morning to pick him up, and maybe we can go out for breakfast?"

"Sure sweetie, just be safe okay!" Mrs. Briefs said.

"Don't worry Mrs. Briefs, I'll take good care of her!" Someone on the other line said. Vegeta then turned to Mrs. Briefs direction. He knew if was the voice of another man on the line. He then heard some giggling from Bulma and the other voice on the phone.

"Hehe, sorry mom, that was Ren! I got to go. Call me if anything. Bye mom!" Bulma said followed by another bye from Ren.

"Bye…" Mrs. Briefs hung up. As she turned around she was startled to see Vegeta in the kitchen. "Oh! Darling you scared me!" She said as she held her chest to her hand. "Bulma just called, she just said she wasn't picking up Trunks tonight." She told him. She had hoped Vegeta didn't hear the conversation too closely. Mrs. Briefs knew her daughter and what she was up to...

"Yeah… I know, I heard." Vegeta said as he stood there, once again at a loss.

It was 2AM.

Bulma had a bit too much to barely remembered how she stumbled her way to her house, let alone how she was now in her bathroom.

'C'mon Bulma you can do this!' Bulma said to herself mentally. She felt nervous. She hadn't been with anyone since her pregnancy...well, except Yamcha, but that's another story. One thing led to another and she had invited Ren over for some drinks after the club. She didn't plan for it to come out that way, but it happened, just like a lot of things in her life. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was because Ren looked at her, talked to her and touched her in a way that she missed… Whatever it was, Bulma was just going to cut loose that night.

Bulma stepped out from her bathroom into her bedroom in her black silk robe that barely reached mid thigh. Her body was still amazing, even after having Trunks. Any man would go crazy to see the image before them.

Ren was sitting on the edge of her bed, at a loss for words. Bulma walked very seductively over to him. He held her hips and untied the belt from her robe, exposing her lingerie. He kissed her belly. She giggled at the sensation it caused her. She caressed his nice blonde hair, which was soft.

Ren, who was tipsy himself, looked up and asked Bulma. "Are you sure about this?"

Bulma, who was too drunk to care just grabbed him and crushed her lips against his. For a moment Bulma lost herself in the arms of another man.

OH OH! What's going on Bulma?! Why are you doing this to our prince T.T Find out what happens on the next chapter!