Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Let Me Down ( Chapter 28 )

~~~`` Chapter 27 Let me Down

Still I gave you all of me,

Faithfulness and honesty

Prayed for God to bring you near,

Along with all these tears.

And that's what wrong

That's what I get For feeling this ---Limb Bizkit

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How could she see it like that? How could she look at a view that he himself denied? Vegeta hadn't wanted to think that his bastard father would actually do something noble. For years, Vegeta would not let those questions enter his mind. He only wanted to feel hatred for his father. Only wanted to feel betrayed. Since he was at the age of two he had been beaten constantly, told how weak he was in every sense, and how he was just a waste of Sayian blood. Vegeta didn't want to think that all of those words, all of those actions, were lies. It just wasn't possible.

Even for a Sayian male, the things that the King of Vegeta-sei had done were looked down upon. He was more barbarous, more cruel then normal Sayian fathers. He had only seen a few, like Bardock. Bardock treated Radditz correctly. It was obvious in the way they talked. No matter if on a few occasions the young warrior got smacked a few times in public, or was downsized by his father's words. That was just the way Sayians were. But Vegeta could always see something there besides that of hatred and distaste. Something that he couldn't see in his own father's eyes.

Vegeta flipped on the lights to the Medical Bay Research Development Facility, glancing around for any humans. He knew there should be none considering it was eleven at night on Monday. Bulma had gone to sleep an hour prior, too tired to really do anything else. She had worked since seven in the morning, yelling at him at nine at night when he had 'asked' for dinner, screaming that she had worked her ass off without one moments rest to catch up with all the events Capsule Corps. had undergone during the week of her absence.

He scoffed. It wasn't like he told her to take a week off to take care of the brat! Trunks could have stayed at the hospital all week long, had the doctors watch over him, but no, she had to be there. He never mention anything about her taking off even an hour of work and she comes home and blames it all on him. Vegeta didn't know how it happened but immediately after she screamed at him for her troublesome day, she goes and yells at him for training the whole night previous. He just let her rant, only adding his rude comments when she deliberately called him something very unpleasant, till they both just separated, Vegeta going to his GR. And Bulma to her room.

He was only in the GR for twenty minutes though, really too hungry and too angry to concentrate on training. Vegeta had come back, ordered some dinner for himself, something he had learned to do years ago, instead of relying on the moody woman, also feeding his injured son. Trunks had joined him, seemingly walking better but still with the help of those annoying sticks. There the conversation had begun.

~~~`` An hour and forty minutes Prior.

Trunks limped his way to his chair, flopping down in it and setting his crutches to the side as he waited for his father to set down his food. He brushed his lavender hair to the side, nervously rubbing his fingers together in his lap.

Once dinner had begun, Trunks waited for several minutes before stopping himself, "Dad." Vegeta grunted in response never once stalling on inhaling his food gentlemen-like. "I was wondering…" The boy stall, blush all ready rising to his cheeks.

Vegeta glanced up but said nothing, wanting to make the boy as ashamed as possible, getting his kicks for the night. He knew what the child wanted but playing with him seemed to lighten his mood which had been stomped on by the stupid woman and her stupid emotions.

"I was wondering…if it were possible to umm…" Trunks coughed, taking a sip of his drink before taking a deep breath, getting some backbone, "If you could make that sedative."

"By when?" Vegeta broke from his next bite just to ask then clamping down upon it.

"I've been meaning to ask you all day but with going back to school and everything--"

"When, Boy?" Vegeta asked gruffly getting sick of his son's procrastinating.

"Tomorrow." He threw out, quickly explaining, "You see, Nesa and I are going to her apartment tomorrow after school and--"

"After I eat." The full-blooded Sayian stated stuffing more food down his throat.

Trunks cleared his throat, lowly saying, "Thank you." Quickly digging in his food himself never seeing the smirk on his father's lips.

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Hence the reason he was now standing in the middle of the Development floor alone. He would only be able to do it at night so his woman wouldn't know he was in here. Trunks had wanted to keep it private so Vegeta would allow it. All though he didn't promise not to tell the woman that the boy was going to mate. Which, he will tell as soon as Trunks does so she doesn't find out weeks later and then blames it all on him for not telling her. As she has done many, many times before. It appears that everything that is bad, or everything that goes wrong, always seems to be his fault. He briefly thought if that was the same for all males everywhere. The punishment was not all that great considering how she would rant and rave about keeping secrets resulted in ruined relationships. That had been an enlightening battle to say the least.

Vegeta strutted over to the known cabinet where he knew all of his ingredients were placed in to make it easier for himself. Though, Bulma was usually the person to do this when it came that type of year so he didn't really know where everything was but he knew all the liquids he needed.

Grabbing two test tubes and a test tube holder, Vegeta reached in the large cabinet full of vials of all sizes that contained multi-colored liquids. He poked through, pulling out a red one and popping the top, caring nil for the name since his knowledge on the Japanese writing was still minimal. He sniffed it once, instantly cringing and shaking his head placing it back in its place.

"Good Evening, Mr. Briefs. Is there anything that I could help you with?" Vegeta's eyes narrowed but he continued to search for the red liquid filled vial. He had thought that no one would be here this late at night. But then again it was a workday so it was possible. He should have double checked just to make sure. Vegeta quickly scanned the premises, getting only one ki back and that was the person in the doorway.

Vegeta grabbed another red vial, popping the top off and sniffing, satisfied that it was the right one, he poured a drop into his test tube before placing it back. Setting the tube in the rack, Vegeta wondered if he should turn around or completely ignore her. By the smell of it, she was quite turned on by his presence, as she always was when around him. Which, just for the record, hadn't been for a few months, as Vegeta tried his best to stay clear of this female as much as possible.

Thinking himself a coward if he didn't, Vegeta turned his head, catching the gorgeous female leaning against the doorway. Epeon had worked at Capsule Corps. for a little over eight years. She was thirty years-old, obviously brilliant if she worked here. Vegeta couldn't help himself but run his eyes down her form. The young female had a pair of the purest green eyes Vegeta had ever seen in his life, perfectly blending in with her waist length brunette hair. Her red button down blouse exposed too much of her over exceeded cleavage that was pushed further out by her arms that crossed over her front, as her thigh length skirt exposed too much leg, even if she did have nice ones. The high heels added to the attire a more then not sexy appearance.

Vegeta will admit. She was beautiful. Her skin tanned but perfectly toned, her lips full and body petite and young. But, unlike every other male, he felt no sort of lust for her. "No." He answered stiffly turning back to his project. He once more continued his search for a vial with a green dot on the label.

Her high heals clicked on the tile surface indicating that she hadn't received his hint to leave. Epeon strutted up to him, leaning her hip against the counter, too close for his liking, "You sure?" She asked as if in a seductive whisper.

Vegeta slid his eyes over to her from the corner of his socket. He did not like being alone with this evil female, especially when she knew a secret that if revealed to Bulma could very well end their marriage. "Your point for being here?" Vegeta asked carelessly, letting the female know that right now, he had the upper hand, grabbing for the correct vial.

Epeon leaned back against the counter, sighing out tiredly, "Bulma had us all working late tonight." She scoffed. "Sometimes she can just be an annoying bitch. No matter how smart she thinks she is. I had big plans tonight and she fucking ruined them."

Vegeta dipped the eye dropper into the vial, sucking out a whole tube worth, boorishly responded, "You do know that is my mate you speak so highly of?"

Epeon moaned, leaning her hands back on the counter, puffing her chest out a little sighing almost sexually, "I'm sorry. I guess I'm still a bit angry." She leaned her head over to the side, a stray of brown hair falling in her face, trying catch the Sayian's eye, "Forgive me?" She pouted, sticking out her lip pleading.

Vegeta did not at all like her closeness so he grunted giving her his acceptance of apology thinking that would solve the problem. How ever, that was not at all what happened. She instead moved her whole body even closer, setting her hands on his and gently removing the objects from them, putting them on the counter before maneuvering to put herself between him and his project.

Vegeta's brows knitted. He had certainly remembered telling this female that she was never to come near his person the last time they were in this position except for he was sitting down and she decided what a great idea it would be to rest herself on him.

Her green eyes were lust filled like usual, they dropped from his cold orbs to his lips before she flicked them back up. Her red tongue slid out between her cherry colored skin and licked the bottom lip then the top. "You know, Vegeta." She whispered.

His thoughts stumbled hearing her use his first name. He never remembered granting her permission to do that. Vegeta flinched when her hands touched his bare shoulders, gliding down to his pecks. He cursed himself for not wearing a shirt. He wanted to lash out, to shove her and break her bones, even kill her for what she knew. But he stayed stationary, there was something that he needed to find out. "Bulma still doesn't have to know…You must be tired of her used up old body by now and for a man that's so…" Her eyes flicked down, "well endowed I'd say you deserve a break every now and then." Epeon bit her lip, stepping just a tad closer.

Vegeta felt like smirking but kept it down. It would piss the woman off so much if she knew this woman was hitting on him, he wanted to gloat. Almost forty earth years and he was still desirable by the opposite sex. Of course, he was, Vegeta knew that, but it felt good to have someone stroke his ego every now and then. Although, Vegeta wouldn't be telling the woman about this female. This is the only bitch he wouldn't tell Bulma. He couldn't tell her.

Epeon must have taken his silence as a good sign for the next thing he felt was her hands gripping his biceps and spinning him around so he was pressed against the counter while her body was mashed to his. He could feel the thickness of her breasts squashed against his chest, her knee between his legs, rubbing his obvious limp member. She was smirking at his baffled features before daringly smashing her lips to his.

Vegeta felt her tongue try and poke though but his lips were sealed shut. His eyes were open wide, shocked that she would have the gull to do this but then again this was Epeon we were talking about. And the reason for his staying put was only to prove to himself and to her that there was nothing, is nothing, or will be nothing ever between them.

When his response was none, no matter the actions she performed with her tongue, hands, and knee, she finally pulled away being met by his gorgeous smirk. Surprised by that, she stumbled back a few steps.

It was finally over. Maybe he could explain now to his mate what he foolishly did years ago. Vegeta took a step up to her, getting right in her face, allowing her to feel his breath, "Can't understand why I'm not reacting, can you? Don't understand why I didn't slam you against the wall and fuck you till you screamed, do you? Maybe it is because I have my fill with my woman every fucking night so I don't need to go to street whores to get something that only my mate could satisfy." Vegeta turned his back to her, once again beginning his project ignoring the woman's words.

Her sharp voice meant nil to him, "You'll be sorry, Vegeta. I'm telling your bitch wife tomorrow of how you fucked me repeatedly while you were married to her. We'll see then if you still don't need to go to 'street whores'." With that her heals clicked away.

Vegeta's brows knitted. 'Fucked'? They never once committed that act. All they did was share one sickening kiss and a feel up. That was about it. Vegeta never allowed it to go further. And the only reason he allowed it to go that far was because he was feeling so…depressed one could say. Bulma and him had been fighting for several months after his return from death, never once did they ever have an adult conversation only having insult after insult towards each other and it was just too aggravating. Bulma had a pool party for the company, inviting them all to her home. He had been in his room. He still didn't know how she got the access code to grant permission in the elevator to get there but she suddenly showed up in his bedroom, climbing atop him and digging her tongue in his mouth. Temptation had certainly been present. They had seen each other at past meetings, and he knew she had a thing for him but he hadn't expected her to go after a married man. Humans are such disgraceful creatures.

The woman had grabbed his hand and cupped her breast with it, he didn't even refuse to retailate, nor open his eyes, for if this was a dream no way he was ending it. He hadn't felt his mate's touch in so long. And how he ached for her touch.

She had lifted off her shirt, directing his head to her huge breast, drowning himself in it. The moment he heard her moan his name shatter his dream into reality. Vegeta threw her to the ground, standing, panting at the flushed female as she picked herself up off the floor holding her dress up to her bosom in question. He had wanted to kill her something awful but instead he gripped her arm and nearly pounded her into the hallway wall, slamming his door hard behind him.

Vegeta had never told Bulma what happened. He knew he should have and save him the trouble of living with the guilt but it was a difficult time for both of them and if he had mentioned that he had almost fucked another woman, they would probably not be together at the moment. And going beyond thought, Vegeta had rarely ever felt guilt. Never about things that he had done, but the moment that happened, something clicked inside of him. That some things that he did were wrong and they needed to be justified. That trigger off so many things, so many things he should feel guilt for.

Maybe he should have told her as soon as they were back together and everything between them fixed. Then again, he didn't want to deal with all the fighting that was sure to begin once again, and besides, Bulma all ready felt insecure of their relationship at the time, why add to her doubt?

Vegeta quickly finished up with his potion, pressing a concealer upon it and grabbing a protected needle. He took his leave and hurried back to the house, wanting more then anything to rid himself of that disgusting creature by drowning himself in mating with his intoxicating wife. Vegeta went through his old bedroom's balcony doors, which by the way had been put back to its original state after Bra was moved out of there. He stepped through the darkness, going out of the room and down the hall to his son's. He listened in for a moment backing up when he heard heavy breathing, several words he dare not even say, and a female's name. The boy was on the phone with his courting girl but the words were no sort of conversation. It was what the woman described as phone sex, at least that's what he predicted. He had seen it when they were watching an erotic movie, Vegeta still didn't know why they watched humans having sex but it made Bulma in the mood and for that he would watch it over and over, no matter how sick he thought it was. Vegeta himself has never understood it since he never experienced it but what ever floats his son's boat, as humans would say.

Not wanting to listening to any of the awful things the boy was saying, Vegeta backed to the end of the hallway, flaring his ki, letting the child know that he was on his way, and counted to ten. After taking a breather, Vegeta went down the hallway again, checking to make sure no more sounds were being admitted and breathed heavily with a thankful sigh. Vegeta pushed opened the door, throwing the items to his son, "Wait ten minutes and it will work." He stated before slamming the door again, trying to ignore the flushed expression of his son and the sweat upon his brow, soaking his hair.

Not knowing what was more disturbing; knowing that his son was experiencing in some weird…stuff, or still having that sickening woman's touch upon him, Vegeta headed to his bedroom where the remedy for his illnesses laid asleep.

Vegeta locked the bedroom door, caring nil for his shorts or shoes that he still adorned, and crawled upon the bed, pushing his sleeping female on her back and engaging a deep tongued kiss.

Bulma's eyes instantly snapped open being awakened so abruptly had caused panic but seeing that it was her husband she moaned against him, wrapping her arms around his neck, the fact that she was too tired to even move faded from her memory. But as she breathed in, Bulma couldn't help but smell a strong perfume that was covering his form.

Now completely awake, Bulma pushed hard on his chest, causing Vegeta to pull away and question her, "Next time you go and try to fuck your mate, make sure you wash the other woman's scent off first." She stated quite calmly, flipping on the light switch. Bulma nearly giggled as she hopped on the bed, "So who was it this time?" She questioned, quite used to this happening with her husband and female workers, hence the reason she only has but a few.

Vegeta studied his woman for a moment. They still weren't all in good terms considering the fight that they had only three hours prior but she seemed to have forgotten all about it. For now anyway. Usually they put aside all of their stupid battles for the night and in the morning its back to cursing each other and slamming doors. That was only with small, stupid, meaningless fights like the one they had, but Vegeta had a feeling that this one wouldn't at all be forgotten by morning.

"Epeon." He spat at the name before flicking off his boots and ripping off his shorts trying to ignore the woman's questions.

"What she do? Did she try and kiss ya? Please don't tell me you killed her, or hurt her or anything. I really don't need a lawsuit right now." Bulma followed her naked Sayian into the bathroom watching him through the glass door of the shower stall as he washed himself free of the other woman's sickening stench.

"I did not touch her."

"So what did she do? I can't fire her unless she did something. Did she touch you? Or did she just make a pass at you? She had to have touched you for having her perfume all over you." Bulma was smiling the whole time, knowing that Vegeta's ego must be taking somersaults. She was kind of surprised that he wasn't gloating. He usually always comes back and tells her a female tried to fuck him because of his delicious and irresistible body that he has. And yet, he seems to ignore all of her questions. Her brows creased when he stepped out of the shower not saying another word and went back into the bedroom.

Now, her smile faded. It was different this time. He was reluctant to tell her. So that must mean he feels guilty which means, he did something that would make him feel that way. Now more determined Bulma followed watching him pull on some boxer shorts, "Did you like it?" She asked, the seriousness of the situation boiled over her humor.

Vegeta stopped at this question. He sighed, setting himself down on the bed, "No."

Bulma sighed silently in relief, reassuring herself that he was telling the truth as she made her way over to sit by him. "So how come your not smug about the whole thing?" She watched him, he wasn't moving just staring at the ground while he contemplated heavily on something. "Vegeta." She called causing him to raise his eyes if not reluctantly, "Tell me. You never had a problem before. It's scaring me."

Vegeta threw his body back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, raising his arms above his head, "Do not overreact and let me say what I need to."

"Oh, kami. All right." Bulma took several breaths, preparing herself for whatever it is he needed to tell her. He had to have killed her or something.

Closing his eyes, Vegeta began to tell her everything. From the smallest detail to the ending result of what had occurred eight years ago. He did not let himself look at her while he explained it, not wanting to see the signs of betrayal, anger, and hatred toward him. He had had enough of those emotions from her. If he could he would have had those three words be taken from existence, but it just wasn't possible. For even if he did, the actions wouldn't be demolished. Just the words that were formed to describe it.

It was silent for a little over five minutes when he got done telling her everything that went on up till today. He wondered what problems this would bring about, what heartache their relationship would suffer now. It seemed as if, if it wasn't one thing it was another that was threatening to ruin their coupling. Maybe it was fate's way of telling them that they were never meant to be together. That was an obvious fact from the beginning of the affair. She was courting someone, supposable 'in love' with him. He was too self-absorbed to notice anything about her except that of her body and temper. Their union was doomed from the start. And yet attraction for each other no matter if it were just for sex grew to the extreme. After many months that attraction turned to caring, and even more years turned to a relationship. Vegeta had to admit, their coupling was certainly not planned even in the destiny of life. And so now it seemed as if the gods themselves wanted to correct the paths they have so devotedly taken by putting as many obstacles and tragedies along the way.

But now as Vegeta slowly peaked open his eye to get sight of his too silent female, the gods of heaven above, might actually have succeeded this time.

Bulma's eyes were closed as she licked her lips and swallowed. She meshed her labium together, trying to control her emotions to fully understand and try to cope with this news. Her small fists clenched her night shirt in her lap, digging her nails into her palms, dropping her head, her hair falling to cover her pained expression.

Vegeta sat up on the bed, calmly running a hand through his hair gazing at her, waiting for her to blow up, or cry, or scream, or run. Anything but do what she was doing. Being silent. Not expressing anything. "Bulma." He called, wanting to see her eyes, wanting to know what she was thinking.

"Umm.." she lifted her head, her eyes sliding to the edge of her socket as not to see him while water began to build at her rims. "Why," She paused to lick her lips, trying to control her shaking, "Why haven't you told me this before?" Bulma brought her sight back to him, tears brimming her eyes, her lip trembled but she kept still daring herself to continue to look into his emotionless eyes.

Vegeta had nothing to say.

Bulma bite her tongue to keep a sob back from her throat when she realized he wasn't going to answer. So she decided to hand him some options, "Did you umm…" She sighed, "Did you, did you think that I was never going to find out? Is that why? Cause umm.." She broke with a laugh, though her voice rid of any humor, "I sure wouldn't have, if you didn't tell me." She rose from the bed and began to pace, hands running through her hair before dropping to her side.

Vegeta looked on, not really knowing what to do. He knew that if he were to touch her right now she would more then likely run from him. So maybe if he stayed put and said nothing, let her release everything that she needed to, tonight would not end in screams and slammed doors.

"Oh, boy." She sighed, turning her body to him, bring her hands to the front of her face as if in a prayer. "This, Vegeta. I don't know. I don't know. This is pretty big." She licked her lips again, suddenly her throat was too dry. "Maybe if you would have told me just a bit sooner, Umm…I wouldn't feel so stupid as I do right now." She threw her hands in the air as she continued, "I mean, here I'm thinking I have no need to not trust you when the whole time you could of--" She cut herself off, holding her mouth in her palm, her eyes tightened, her other hand on her hip, squeezing for reassurance that this was reality.

Vegeta thought she was going to break down and cry right there. He was actually hoping for it so then he could comfort her, but luck seemed not on his side in this fight.

After a minute of calming herself, Bulma released her mouth, opening her glistening eyes to gaze at him, "Have there, have there been others?"

"Onna.." He chided, insulted.

"Cause umm…right now, I really can't trust any of the words you've told me in the past. So tell me right now. Have there been others?"

Vegeta clenched his teeth, angry that she would accuse him of such things but then he relaxed just a bit. She did have cause to question. It was only right for her to believe it. "No, woman. There have been no others."

"Ok." She took a breath, "Ok, umm..What about other times with her? Was today the only other time?"

"Yes."

She nodded as she rubbed her temples, "Good, good. We can work with this then. Kami." She groaned turning her back to him not wanting her once trustful mate to see her tears. Crying wasn't something she liked anyone to see, especially her Sayian husband. It made her feel weak, like she was uncontrolled with her emotions and therefore unstable. She needed control but right now there were too many feelings contradicting and battling each other for her to hold.

Her shoulders shook but she made no sound. She would not let herself reduce to a pitiful, sniveling woman, at least, not in front of him. Bulma wiped the tears that fell only doing so over and over as the drops continued. She belittled herself for being so weak, she needed to straighten up before it was too much and she ended up making a fool of herself in front of Vegeta.

When she felt his strong, tough hands rest on her shoulders, Bulma instantly pulled away, "Don't touch me right now." She warned while sniffling, rubbing her face on her night shirt's sleeve.

"Bulma, it meant nothing." He stated firmly hating the way she was handling this. Why wasn't she screaming! It was driving him up the wall. He was prepared for that. Not for this calmness or the sarcasm that she was using.

"That's good to know," she replied with a fake smile while walking away from him toward the balcony doors. Bulma stared out the door windows, gazing up at the stars while crossing her arms over her chest, one hand resting at her mouth, covering it with her fingers. She sighed heavily, her breath wavering, swallowing hard. "Why didn't you push her away when she kissed you today?"

"Onna.." He dismissed that question as he sat on the bed, tucking his knee into his chest, resting his chin upon it.

"Please, answer it, Vegeta. Cause, Cause I really don't understand why you didn't."

"I wanted the bitch to understand that she can do nothing for me. I told her once and she obviously didn't get it."

"Would you let her fuck you in case she still didn't get it?" Bulma mumbled mostly to herself but knowing Vegeta heard her.

"Woman, you have no reason to be angry with me." Vegeta stated getting tired of her sarcastic attitude. He wasn't used to this. He needed to get her angry hence the reason he said that. It usually always got her mad, if not madder.

"Ok." She nodded, pursing her lips. "Ok, Umm..If umm..If I let some guy feel me up Vegeta, how mad would you be?" She turned to him expecting an answer to her serious question.

"That is different."

"No," She shook her head calmly, "I don't think it is." Bulma stated carelessly as she turned back around. "I'm not.." She paused, "I'm not that mad about you letting her touch you. And I'm not that mad about what happened years ago. I think the reason that I am so thrown off guard is because for the past eight years you've kept that from me." Her hand rose to her eyes, rubbing the tears that began to form again away. She sniffed, letting out a deep breath before swallowing again, "Why, umm. Why didn't you tell me again?"

"I didn't tell you because it would have only caused us to fight even more."

Bulma's eyes shut, a single tear falling, covering her mouth with her fingers once again. Her lip trembled against her touch, but she tried with all her might to stop it. "Eight years." She whispered. "If…If I had not noticed, would you have ever told me about her?"

He shrugged, "Eventually. I do not see why it is a big deal. It meant nothing, I didn't fuck her, hell I even threw her off."

"You wanted her." She admitted with a bowed head. "And you lied."

Vegeta stood, defending himself, "I did not want her and I have not lied once to you."

"Please don't." Bulma shook her head. "I know you, Vegeta. You seem to always forget that. I know you wanted her because if you didn't you would never, ever let her come even close to you. The moment she was in your room was the moment you threw her out if you felt nothing for her."

"Bulma, damn it! Would you listen to me? If I told you once I've explained hundreds of times. I cannot want another. I am bound to you! When will you understand that?"

Bulma turned around, letting her tears fall as she gazed at him with a broken expression, not knowing what to believe anymore, "Then why did you let her touch you? Tell me, Vegeta. You've never let anyone touch you before. No another female ever. So why? Why did you let her?" Bulma brushed her tears away, tucking her blue hair behind her ear. "If you tell me because you think she is beautiful, I'll understand. If you tell me because you wanted something new, I would understand. If you wanted to make sure you're still desirable, I will understand. All you got to do is tell me. Why did you let her touch you?"

Vegeta ground his teeth together, glaring intensely, "I wanted it to be you."

"That's not what I asked."

"A whole year we had been fighting. I was so sick of it. I was sleeping when she entered my room, when she touched me, I imagined it was you. I wanted it to be you. But when she spoke, I realized it wasn't. So I threw her off me."

"And today?"

"I wanted to confirm that the only reason I touched her was because I thought it was you. And not because I desired another."

She smiled softly, "See? That wasn't so hard." Bulma took a deep breath, eyes tightly shut, "Excuse me for a moment." She stated softly, making her way into the bathroom, locking the knob behind her. It was at that click of the lock that Bulma quickly covered her mouth with her hand as she leaned against the door. Her throat constricted making her swallow repeatedly to keep the sobs at bay not wishing for him to hear her.

Bulma knew this wasn't her. She usually would be screaming at him, calling him words that she would never mean, and then kicking him out of her room and life for a good week or so. But this was different. It wasn't like he had forgotten her birthday, or said something really cruel to cause her anger. Nor was it like him letting the evil powers to corrupt him in order to surpass his rival instead of protecting his family. She wasn't crying for the fact that he had basically cheated on her, even if they didn't go all the way. She wasn't crying for the reason that he didn't tell her because he was too afraid that it would harm their all ready suffering relationship. She was crying, hell! She didn't even know why! Between the doctor's appointment she had today and the news of her husband's betrayal, it just all was caving in on her. It was frightening to know that all this time she had blindly put her trust in him, never thinking he could, or would actually touch another female, when the whole time, he all ready had.

It made her doubt his true feelings for her once again. She doubted it plenty of times and this was no exception except now, she had proof. Proof that he wasn't all hers like he had silently told her in the acts of lovemaking they had shared. Or in his words of the so-called bond that she never once felt but he would swear on his life that they had one.

Bulma pushed herself away from the door going to the side wall where a few towels were hung. She grabbed them in her hands, burying her face in them, allowing one small sob to escape. Bulma knew she was being pathetic. She knew this wasn't like her at all. She had barely ever cried never having reason enough too. Maybe she was making up for all the times she wanted to cry and kept it down. For now, it seemed like the tears were never ending.

Vegeta could here his mate's cries as he stood right outside the bathroom door. His muscles were all tense, trying to keep himself from going inside. She didn't want to be seen like that. He knew that considering the fact that she hid from him while she let go of her emotions. She wanted him to know that she was strong. But he knew that years ago. She was actually too strong.

It sometimes worried him when she wouldn't cry. It was only natural for a human to do such things under such emotional stress, but instead of tears she would scream. Which, he realized from TV shows that the woman watches that doing such actions weren't healthy. Humans needed to cry even if there was nothing to be sad about. Or if it was just once a year, crying was healthy. But Bulma never allowed herself to do such a supposable weak thing. Or if she did, he never once knew about it. For years she has yet to shed a single tear.

But then again, during their battling after the Buu fiasco, Bulma seemed to have cried enough for years and years though she never just cried. She wept while she yelled, never completely breaking down into pathetic sobs.

Vegeta held his eyes tightly shut. He knew he couldn't blame her for being angry. Hell, he would have killed the man that touched her then left for outer space till he calmed down enough that when he looked at her he wouldn't want to kill her. So telling her she shouldn't be mad was an understatement. She should be furious. So why wasn't she yelling! He had been ready for that! Humans are so difficult!

Vegeta knew his last sentence was the one effecting her the most. He had wanted to see if he desired another. And it was the truth. That was the real reason he had allowed the woman to touch him, to get that close to him. When she had come into his room, a part of him, maybe the subconscious part knew that it wasn't Bulma he was touching. But the conscious part didn't give a shit. It wanted a woman at it's demand. He had touched her, his heart had been racing to the extreme like it normally only does for his mate. After her voice shoved him back into reality, then he had the will to push her off him. But it was too late. The damage had been done. He began to question what it was he felt for Bulma. For if he could feel the same with another woman then the bond that he thought they shared was only in his head.

In able to tell Bulma with a full conscience, Vegeta had to know if he desired another woman. Other then that, he wouldn't have been able to tell her yet. It wouldn't have been right. And she would have hurt more with his answers being, 'I don't know.'

Vegeta placed his hand on the knob after five minutes of letting her wallow alone. He easily broke the lock without so much as a sound, pushing the busted door open to gently hit the back wall. She stood with her back to him, her head down, hands covering her face. Vegeta took this chance to step up behind her and wrap his arms around her waist, not letting her go from his grasp no matter how hard she pulled away.

He rested his lips on the back of her neck, "Onna, do not cry."

She swallowed hard, "I'm not." She whispered with a shaking tone, full of sorrow. But she only ended up letting a small sob escape but she tried to cover it up with a laugh, "I don't know why I'm doing this. I'm so weak." Bulma admitted while she tried to remove the drops from her cheeks only to have others quickly replace them. Slowly, she maneuvered herself to turn around in his hold, keeping her head down as not to let him see her wet face. "I guess I'm really tired and emotional drained." She reasoned while sniffing once more. Her fingers sprawled on his chest, slightly stroking his skin just to ease her owned mind.

Vegeta touched her chin with two fingers, bringing her face up to meet his, no matter her retaliation. His brows were knit in sorrow for causing her such distress but he would share no apology. It just wasn't in him. And he knew just by looking in her blood shot eyes that he wouldn't even be able to touch her tonight to secretly whisper with each thrust that he was sorry. Vegeta gently kissed each wet cheek before lowering his lips to hers but not moving any further. If she were to accept the kiss it would mean that everything was alright between them. She was the one that had to close the half inch gap between them.

To his relief she did. Gently kissing his lips then pulling away and smiling. "Let's go to bed." She offered, taking his hand and directing him out of the bathroom. She shut off all the lights, letting the TV stay on to barely light the room, just like she always did before. They laid down together, Vegeta wrapped close behind her as Bulma stared out at the wall before her, allowing her silent tears to continue to fall.