Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love is the Most difficult to Satisfy ❯ I bet you never even know they do, but someone's crying for you ( Chapter 5 )

"Bulma?"

Bulma didn't even hear her mother called her, as she was too absorb looking out the window of her room, completely distracted from what was happening around her. It had been around 3 months now since Vegeta had left her house for the outer space. During those past 3 months, She felt like she had been a real mess, and a real bitch. From time to time, she would just snapped at people, especially at Yamcha, for no particular reason, or she would simply start crying; it was like Bulma was in a constant PMS mood, and it was killing her. Yamcha had grown tired of her mood swings, and she could not have blame him; he was spending less and less time with her, and had not bother coming up with excuses anymore. He would simply say, he didn't feel like it, and Bulma would nod, and accept it.

Last week, she almost made a mistake. Yamcha and her were in his apartment, and they were both lying in his bed, watching television. It had been really awkward since Yamcha was slightly pissed off at her for her sudden mood change, and Bulma felt him pull away from her. In that instant, she thought that having sex with Yamcha would bring them closer, but before she made any move on him, she realized how pathetic it sounded. Although, she couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if she had done it. Nonetheless, she knew it would have been a bad idea.

Bulma Briefs was better than that, and would not sunk this low for anybody, not even Yamcha. She had simply taken her coat, and left the apartment, leaving her boyfriend pretty stunned. It almost sounded shallow that she would have sex with him, just so everything would be better. That didn't even sound like her. She had chosen to not take their relationship to that level again yet. She needed to know she could trust him. Yes, even after all that time, she still felt like Yamcha didn't have her full trust. Either that, or she was looking for an excuse to not have sex with him.

"Bulma?"

The blue haired woman finally turned her head to face her mother; Mrs. Briefs was deeply concerned for her dear daughter. She had not seen a smile on her child's face in the longest time, and even if she was hiding it behind a smile, she was concerned. Bulma had always been a fiery happy girl, and ever seen Mr. Vegeta had left, she hadn't been the same person. Perhaps she missed Vegeta? She had decided to find her own way to make her daughter happy, and that was with threats.

"Is everything okay, Darling?" Mrs. Briefs was holding a plate filled with brownies and cookies, smelling like they were freshly baked. Fresh sweet treats had always made her feel better; maybe it could do the same for Bulma!

She nodded at her mother, a tiny smile on her sad features. She knew her mother was worry, and for her mother to notice something was wrong it meant it had to be very obvious. Had she really been that depressed? Usually, she could at least hide her emotions.

"I'm alright."

Bulma wanted to avoid disappointing her mother, so she reached out for a brownie that she was offering her, and took a small bite out of it. At least, it would make her mother happy; somebody had to be.

"Thank you mom."

Mrs. Briefs seemed to like the gesture, since now she had a bright smile on her face. She put the plate down on the dresser, and took sit on the edge of her daughter's bed. "You know Vegeta's coming back in less than a month!" Mrs. Briefs was pretty excited by the whole thing; she had grown accustom to the young fighter, and even though she was a married woman, she could not denied the fact that the boy looked good. Plus, him coming back would probably lift Bulma's spirits.

She wished that maybe her daughter could enjoy having such a wonderful man in her life? She would be so lucky to have such a man all for herself! Mrs. Briefs did consider herself lucky to have her husband, simply, Vegeta looked like such a great man! Plus, Yamcha didn't seem to make Bulma very happy, so who else than Vegeta to take his place?

"I know," said Bulma trying to sound as neutral, as emotionless as possible.

Of course, she was not going to tell her mother the little twinkle of hope she had felt in the pit of her stomach when she pronounced these words. 1 month. Had it already been 3 months since he left her, with such cold emotions? Had it been 3 months since he had left, never feeling so relief to get out of this hellhole? Bulma looked through her window again, and looked up at the sky, she wondered what Vegeta was thinking about out there, and if maybe he missed Earth, if maybe he missed her.

Although, could Bulma face the answer? Probably not.

Because truth was, Vegeta would never miss her.

-L-

...19998, 19999, and 20000. Vegeta took a deep breath, as he sat down on the ground of the rather cold planet. That just is good enough for now. 3 months ago, the saiyan warrior had found a nice little planet named Xicor; it had oxygen, and was inhabited which would give him the peace and relaxation he needed to achieve his goal. There was no annoying harpy here to annoy him, or distract him from his goal. Plus, there was no risk of a GR being broken, and delay his training.

Although, he would like to have some real beings to destroy or at least fight you. The planet was a deep purple and about 80 percent of it was water, the rest was little patches of ground; Vegeta had found perfect, has he not only had the possibility to train in the ship, on the planet, but also in the water. He didn't know what was to come, and he wanted to be ready for any challenges that would come his way. Anything that would help him improve his strength, and was going to be difficult to execute was perfect.

Vegeta had never trained like he did on this planet; he had a motivation, and he needed to forget Earth, and all of its residents. The fact that Vegeta was still training has hard after 3 months had proved that he had succeed in only focusing on his goal, and forgot about all those annoying people back on Earth. Also, he could feel with each passing day that his power was growing stronger, meaning he was getting closer to his main final goal. The key to defeating the androids.

It had been his goal to free himself from the mudball; there was way too much distractions over there. He knew he had made the right choice about leaving; this place brought him so focus and concentration, he would never get on a planet with inhabitants living on it. Vegeta wasn't use to train with distractions, like those on Earth. Frieza's ship had all been about focus, and silence. All they would do was push you, but nobody came to bother you except Frieza.

Of course, he had felt somewhat lonely since he had been on the planet. Vegeta had been alone all of his life, and now, all of the sudden, he had been living on a stupid mud ball, where he could not have 2 minutes to himself. He had annoyed him, but it had been quite different. Now he was back by himself, and as much as he hated it, it felt a little empty. He loved that he was able to train as much as he wanted, but the fact that he know there was people around was different. This time there was nobody. Sure, that helped his training, but he had still grown accustom to all those people; although he hated that. At least he didn't have Kakarot around him, acting all superior and stupid. That was a positive side too.

That clown! He probably would have transformed around him, just to remind him how strong he was compared to Vegeta. It was no fair; Kakarot was a simple commoner, while he was the Prince. It should have been him transforming, and killing Frieza, not the other way around.

The most frustrating thing out of those 3 months was this, his failure; no matter how hard he had tried, he was still no super saiyan. Kakarot had been able to do it so early, what did the weaker saiyan had that the prince of all Saiyans did not? Chichi, and Gohan. All that Goku had over him was his mate, and his son; a family. But Saiyans were supposed to be cold-heart fighters; why in the world would a family help you achieve your goal? You needed to be isolated, by yourself, and only count on you to do anything. People were interference, weaknesses.

That was the only way you could make it; why would the secret to almost unlimited power be in a family? No that was the most ridiculous idea he had ever heard. There had been super-saiyan before Kakarot, and they had no family; Saiyans didn't need anyone. No, family could not be the secret. It had to be something else; he simply hadn't figured it out yet. It was something else that had triggered Kakarot's transforming, and he just yet to find out what it was.

Vegeta decided to go back to training since all this thinking was a waste of time anyway; it was not getting him closer to his goal in any way. He lay down again on the ground, and started to do some sit-ups again. As Vegeta's training was getting more and more intense, the sky got cloudier, and the wind colder. The prince of all Saiyans raised his head to look at the sun disappearing; a blue cloud was covering the pink sun, and for some reason, Vegeta found himself thinking back about Earth. He felt like slapping himself; after 3 months, that stupid mud ball was still present in his head. Why?

The prince of all Saiyans was very confused as why he could not forget about that planet. It was not his home planet, and one thing was for sure, he would never called that weak planet home. He deserved better. Once these stupid androids would be out of the way, he might find somewhere else to live, and come back once in a while, simply to beat Kakarot so he doesn't forget who is more powerful. Yes, that seemed like the perfect plan for now.
The only true reason why he still defended Earth was because he didn't have anywhere else better to go.

-L-

"Still busy?"

Bulma had been trying to call her boyfriend for the past hour, and all she would get was a busy tone. Yamcha was never one to talk on the phone; he hated that, and always preferred person-to-person kind of contact. Hell, he had never talked to her for an hour on the phone. But now, for some strange reason, it was completely impossible to get a hold of him! She had tried both his home phone, and his cell phone, yet no answer on either phone!

Bulma tried to calm herself down by taking a deep breath; she was not going to get upset over this, it was probably just an important phone call that was all. She had jump on him on many occasions during the past couples of months, and she needed to control herself. She couldn't bite his head off because of every little thing she thought were wrong. Plus, she couldn't jump to conclusion that quickly. He could also be sleeping; he could be quite the hard sleeper sometimes.

On top of that, Yamcha was allowed to have his own life outside of her right? After all, she had her lab, and her own friends too! Why should she prevent him from having the same? She was simply really stress lately, and everything was sending her into a real panic state. She was better than that, and Bulma knew she had to learn to control herself better. She was Bulma Briefs after all, and such behavior should be below her. Yamcha wouldn't hurt her again anyway.

Mrs. Briefs had a small smile on; she knew her daughter had been trying to reach Yamcha for a while now. She had watched her dial the number over and over again for an hour, non-stop. Mrs. Briefs, felt a little sad for her; she didn't like seeing her daughter in such a state. She thought the brownies would have done the tricks! She had seemed happy after eating them, but it seemed it had been very temporary. Maybe she could try something else.

"I'm going groceries shopping, I could drop you off at Yamcha if you want me to?" Mrs. Briefs thought this could be the real trick to bring her daughter's happiness back.

Bulma looked at the phone, and then at her mother; she finally rolled her eyes. "Oh, what the heck," was all Bulma said before going to the coat hanger to grab her little yellow jacket; it was getting colder outside.

Maybe it was a bad idea to barge in Yamcha like this? If he wasn't answering, that meant he was very busy, so her coming at his apartment right now could be a very bad idea. Bulma bit her lips; she didn't know what to do anymore. She turned her head, and looked at her mother, who was simply smiling. Oh, well, she could give it a try! After all, if he were busy, she would simply leave right? Bulma put a tiny smile on her face, and left her room.

Mrs. Briefs gave her daughter a soft smile; Yamcha, Vegeta, she liked them both! She grabbed her own coat before following her semi-excited daughter who already was waiting for her outside. Kids, she thought. They didn't know what they wanted! She didn't care who her daughter ended up with, as long as she was happy! Although, she had to admit she had a slight preference for Vegeta, but that was because of his good looks; even Yamcha couldn't beat that.

"Thanks mom," said Bulma as she exited her mother's car.

Mrs. Briefs gave her a tender smile, and waved slightly before taking off to the groceries store.

Bulma looked up at the gigantic apartment building, hoping she wouldn't cause a bad situation. She started to walk toward her boyfriend's apartment, and when she reached she pressed the doorbell for apartment 4. After a few minutes of waiting Bulma started to worry; his line was busy, yet he was not answering at home? Had he hung up and left already? Where to? She rang the doorbell one more time, hoping to get a respond this time. She was starting to panic a little now, even thought she was trying to remain calm.
Her wish was granted as only a few seconds later her boyfriend's voice came through the intercom.

"Who's this?" Yamcha said, his voice sounding slightly annoyed, like he had been disturbed.

"It's me!" said Bulma before sighing; she knew this was a bad idea. She cringed, hoping he would not be pissed off or anything.

"Oh, hm, Bulma. Babe, what are you doing here?" there was hesitation in his tone, but Bulma figured it was because he was surprised. After all, he was not expecting her.

That's moment like this she wished he had given her the key of his apartment. She was his girlfriend; she didn't need a reason to come over now did she? He never wanted to give her a key because apparently he needed his privacy. Bulma shook her head; he didn't have a key of Capsule Corp either right? Well, that was partly because since security knew him, they always let him in. She had thought herself it was a normal reaction from him, but she couldn't help the slight feeling of frustration stirring up inside of her. He never needed a reason to visit her, why should she need one?

"Your phone was always busy, so I thought I'd come by. Is it a bad time?"

Next thing Bulma heard was a loud ringing letting her know she could open the main door. She did so, a smile on her face, well a fake one. Bulma was feeling very torn at the moment. Yamcha and her had always been somewhat on and off, but no matter what, she had always believed they would end up together in the end. Now she wanted to remain with Yamcha but at the same time, she wanted to tell him it was over. Bulma Briefs wanted to break it off with her all time love. She felt like she was insane.

She sighed; how ridiculous was she? Even if it had been the thing she wanted to most in the world, she would never have enough courage to do it anyway. If she broke up with him, she would be all by herself, alone, and lonely. If there was something that Bulma was scared of was to be alone; she always wished for a prince to be by her side forever. Yamcha was not the perfect prince, but he was enough to fill the job description. She didn't think she could bear to end things.

As she opened the door of his apartment, Bulma found Yamcha lying on the couch. She could not help but notice that he looked slightly nervous by her presence and she wondered why. Yamcha did not even make eye contact with her; he just kept watching this stupid aerobic show on his giant plasma TV. It was no surprise to Bulma and the others that Yamcha had a weakness for pretty girls; that's what dragged him to her in the first place. But that also meant that cute girls could easily get Yamcha's attention, and that was something Bulma hated; it made it difficult for her to trust him sometimes.
Yamcha felt really bad as he saw his girlfriend standing in front of him. He knew he had not been the greatest lately, but he could blame it on her; she was always so depressed, even if she was trying to hide it behind fake happiness, and the reason for this sudden sadness was not unknown to him.

Vegeta.

Since the day he left, he noticed that Bulma was not the same, and that maybe she felt more towards the selfish arrogant saiyan than she admitted. Yamcha knew that day that something was wrong, and he took his distance from his girlfriend. Of course, with Vegeta gone, maybe the smartest thing to do would have been to get closer to her, but something was missing. He just could not bring himself to tell her or himself.

He knew he cheated on Bulma in the past, but it only happened once. Plus, she was still the only big love he ever had in his life, and letting go was a big thought, and a big action to take and he was not quite sure he was ready to take that step just yet. Plus, no matter what happened in the past, he knew Bulma would always be the only real love of his life. Yamcha sighed before getting up and walking toward his girlfriend and when he reached her he pulled her in a tight hug. Maybe this would make her feel better; she didn't look so great.

"I am sorry babe."

Bulma thought he was apologizing for not answering the phone, and being slightly rude to her, but in his head Yamcha was apologizing for so much more than she could imagine. Not that he cheated on her again. He just felt bad for having a better time with a female friend than her. He kissed her cheek with a very brief kiss, and pulled away from her.

"It's okay."

Then there was silence.

Bulma felt very out of place at that moment. When Vegeta was around, there would never be a moment of silent; the two of them would be constantly fighting. Yes Vegeta could kill her by lifting his little finger, but never, or almost, would he beat her at a verbal argument. They would be no silence with them; always fighting or arguing about something. Bulma found herself smiling at the thought. Out of all the people, why was it the thought of him that made her smile?

"You look happy." It was true, for the first time in a couple of months, his girlfriend actually looked happy, and it didn't seem like a facade.

Maybe, she could be feeling good when she was with him, unless she was not thinking of him. Well, what else would she be thinking about? Maybe she was simply sad because he had acted weird when he heard her on the intercom. Maybe now that she knew he wasn't mad, she felt better. "What are you thinking about?"

Bulma raised her eyes and looked at her boyfriend, compassion filling her cerulean eyes. "You," she said with a smile before putting a kiss on his lips.

"I missed you," she said before bringing him into another hug.

Liar.

-L-

Vegeta entered the spaceship after hours and hours of training. One thing did feel amazing about this place; silence. For the first time in months, and even years, the place was completely silent. He couldn't say he missed the annoying woman's voice; she was always walking around yelling, especially at him. He shook his head; she clearly was crazy. Especially since she was in love with Scarface. He had never seen such a weak human before, claiming to be a fighter. Even baldy was stronger than him, and his ki was already very low!

He sighed; why was he wasting his thoughts on such useless human beings? He had a goal to achieve, and to his disappointment and anger, he felt like he was nowhere near close to achieving it. He had been training non-stop by himself for almost 4 months now, and yet, he had not been able to transform. Kakarot had done it so easily, and Vegeta was putting his soul and body into it, and could not get even close. Once again, rage stir up inside of him.

The prince of all Saiyans felt like there was a trigger to this transformation, and he was missing it. What could possibly trigger such an intense feeling, that he would finally achieve the supersaiyan level? Of course, he had too much pride to ask Kakarot what had helped him transform, what event, or feeling had made him flip out, and finally turn supersaiyan. He would not even be caught dead asking that third class saiyan advice about achieving the highest level of saiyan power.

He would eventually find it. He thought for a long time it was his anger, the passion with which he wanted revenge was the key, but it had never worked. So now he was simply focusing on intensifying his training as much as he could. After all, maybe he already had achieved it, but he would simply show in battle only, just like with Kakarot and Frieza. Perhaps it was the thrill of the fight that would reveal that all of his training had paid off.

Maybe only when he would fight the androids would he find out.

This also reminded him of how he hated Kakarot for killing Frieza. Vegeta should have been the one to get rid of the alien! After all, he had been suffering under his reign for so long; he had lost everything he had because of him. Now that he could not kill him, he had felt like this anger, this feeling of revenge would never leave him. His thirst for Frieza's blood would never go away. Unless he had been the one ripping his neck, he would carry this with him for the rest of his life.

At least, one thing was for sure, one day, somehow, he knew he was going to be a supersaiyan, and he would do anything to achieve it, he would sacrifice anything. Nothing else matter other than his goal. Unlike Goku, nothing could equal his desires to achieve his goal; he wouldn't let anything, or anyone get in his way.

-L-

Bulma turned her head and looked at Yamcha who was asleep on the bed. They had not done much ever since she had arrived; her boyfriend had claimed to be dead tired, and so, Yamcha had been napping for the past hour, leaving Bulma by herself with her thoughts. The one thing she had tried to avoid by being with him was to be alone, and only have her thoughts for company, and against her best wish, this was exactly what was happening.

The thought of leaving had crossed her mind many times, but she had not done it yet; Bulma knew she would feel somewhat guilty if she were to do that. Well, Yamcha had surely not felt guilty to leave her bored by herself in his apartment! And you dream about Vegeta. Bulma mentally cursed the voice in her head. Yamcha had let her sleep too the time she had been exhausted; he had even joined her. How could she be mad at him for doing the same? Especially since she had shown unexpected.

The blue haired woman started to look around the apartment; Yamcha's clothes were on the floor, old plates full with food were still on the coffee table, not to mention the dust that covered every piece of furniture. He really couldn't clean after himself. Bulma chuckled; she remembered how Yamcha always told her that he needed a woman like her to stay in the right path, or at least to clean after him. She remembered the fight it had caused, but she could also recall the make up time they had afterward.

No matter what had happened, or what was going on right now, Yamcha and her always had their good moments. Bulma sighed before turning her head in direction of her boyfriend who was sound asleep. A smile came across her lips as she looked over as she looked at him, mouth slightly open with drool coming down on the corner of his mouth. Adorable. And that wasn't a word she often used to describe him. Sweet perhaps, but definitely not dangerous like-

Bulma's thoughts were broken by the sound of Yamcha's cell phone vibrating. Bulma turned her head in direction of the phone, and noticed it was the coffee table, behind the thousand cans of soft drinks, that were all empty. She reached for it, and look at the caller ID, but found that it was not a call but a text message. Bulma was going to put down the phone, telling herself it was none of her business, but her curiosity got the best of her, like usual.

She flipped the phone open, but could not tell whom it was from since the phone simply indicated unknown sender. That was strange. Yamcha had all of their friends in his contact list, the name should have appeared. What if it was not one of our friends? It could be someone he knew that she didn't. That was mostly unlikely. Yamcha did not know many people except the regular gang, oh and a bunch of bimbos. Bimbos. Bulma mentally slapped herself, but could not help it, she press Read to see what this text message was about.

To her disappointment, the only words that came up were "No problem."

She closed the phone, and put it back down on the table, feeling slightly guilty. She could not even trust her own boyfriend when she was the one who was thinking about someone else. She was really a horrible person sometimes. Yamcha had proven himself to be worthy of her trust these past few months, so why couldn't she bring herself to completely forget about the past? Why couldn't she simply stop seeing excuses to not fully be with him.
Bulma looked down at her watch, and noticed it was almost time for supper. She sighed as she looked at her still sleeping boyfriend; maybe she could make him a little supper. It wouldn't hurt now would it? After all, she hadn't done anything really sweet for him in a long time; he deserved it. All right, she wasn't the greatest cook, but that didn't mean she couldn't pull off a little something for him right?

It smelt good. Yamcha rubbed his tired eyes as he stretched himself out of his unconsciousness; it felt as if he had been sleeping for days. Yamcha felt confused at the smell that was taking over the old smell of his room. Then, he remembered that Bulma was there; oh man, she must be pissed! Yamcha did not mean to fall asleep like that, but he did not sleep the night before, and he had felt really tired all day. Hopefully, he would find a way to apologize properly and avoid a fight; he wasn't in the mood for it today.

Yamcha walked in the living room, but saw no signs of Bulma. He decided to take a look in the kitchen, and was surprise to see a smoking pan on the counter. No way, this is what smells so good. He raised his gaze and noticed Bulma emptying Chinese take out into plates. Yamcha could not help but smirk; she really could not cook to save her life. Although, it was very sweet that she had tried, and then order something to make up for it. She was cute.

"You're up," said Bulma in more of a neutral tone than anything else, as she put a fake small smile on her face. "Want to join me?" she asked as she put down the plates on the small wood table. Before he could even answer, she was already sitting down at the table.

"Sure, babe." But Yamcha made no attempt to sit at the table. "Let me just grab something first." Before Bulma could say anything, Yamcha was already gone, running towards the living room.

When he reached it, he started pushing away some of the stuffs that was piling up on the coffee table, looking for his phone. When he found it, he flipped it open and noticed he had one new text message. A little worried, he pressed the button to read it. "Sorry ur mom sick, hope I see u tmrw."

Yamcha felt really panicked at that moment; he hoped Bulma had not read it. Well, she seemed in an all right mood when he had seen her in the kitchen right? If she were pissed, she would not hold it in, but take it all out. He took a deep breath before putting the cell phone in his pocket. No she hadn't read it, if she had, then it wouldn't have shown up as a new text message. Convinced, Yamcha grabbed one of the half empty bottles of pop, and walked back in the kitchen.

He was really playing a dangerous game, and he needed to be careful. That, or needed to make a choice, and quick. Well, he needed to make a choice concerning Bulma. He wasn't sure he wanted to tell his friend he had a girlfriend, because he wasn't sure things were working out between Bulma and him. But, as long as he was with Bulma, he would be faithful to her. He loved her. He had no intention of pushing things further with his friend, she was just, someone to hang out with.

It was only natural to have other friends right? Especially when your girlfriend is always busy with someone else.

-L-

Bulma was sitting on her bed, when she turned her head to look at the time; 4:50AM. She sighed heavily as she let her head hit the headboard, not even feeling the pain. Her dinner with Yamcha had been so fake. No real conversations had happen, they had nothing to share, or so it seemed to her. Whatever passion they had, was gone, and Bulma felt a deep pain in her heart; she felt incredibly lonely. She had tried so hard today, but she had failed.

And then they came; the tears. Bulma could not stop herself from crying her heart out, feeling that it was the only way to relieve the pain she was feeling deep inside of her. Yes, she had been holding those tears back for what seemed like months, and it actually was months. But she felt so stupid for that. Usually, she was much stronger than that, but today, perhaps she was a little more vulnerable. She decided that it was all his fault that she felt this way.

Yes, Vegeta probably did not know, but those tears rolling down her cheeks right now, may have been for him. Maybe not, after all, she felt lonely, and her and Yamcha were drifting apart. But she felt like some of tears were for the spiky hair saiyan. She wiped her left cheek with her sweater's sleeve, as she finally let her head hit the pillow. Did she cry because he was gone, because he didn't care, or perhaps because in the end, she believed he was as lonely as she was?

Although, why would she waster her time on Vegeta? If one thing were for sure, he would never feel anything for anyone. She did not think Vegeta was capable of feeling. She sighed heavily as she thought about the hard times she had with Yamcha. At least she knew he could feel something for her. Of course, he was not always the best boyfriend, but he at least showed her some kind of emotions. But, she did not think it was going to last very long with Yamcha.

Yes, he always had been very clingy and all, but this time, she felt him pulling away, which was something that never happened before. If Yamcha was to leave her, or if she was too leave him, she did not think that this time, they would get back together. That meant she would lose him forever. Yamcha had been her first and basically only boyfriend; they had shared a lot together. Could she really turn her back on all the memory, and history they had together?

Was Yamcha worth losing just because she was having silly thoughts about someone who could never a damn god thing? But then again, was it fair to keep Yamcha around, when she did not know if she could still feel something for him? Bulma buried her face in her pillow, hoping an answer would fall down the sky. But, like usually, nothing came, nothing except loneliness and emptiness. If she wanted an answer, she would have to find it on her own.

Bulma lift her head, and looked at the dark, star-less sky. One tear rolling down her cheek.

Damn you Vegeta.

-L-