Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love is the Most difficult to Satisfy ❯ Welcome Back Vegeta ( Chapter 6 )

"Aren't you excited that Vegeta is coming back today?"

Mrs. Briefs had a huge smile on her face as she kept on working on her gigantic chocolate cake. She had made it especially for Vegeta, since he was finally coming back from space, after 4 long months. She had missed him, and thought he deserved a proper welcome. She had asked Bulma to help her with the cake, but to her surprise, her daughter had been very quick to decline. Maybe she had another type of surprise planned for Vegeta's return?

Bulma shrugged her shoulders. Last time she had dropped a tear for the saiyan had been quite a few weeks ago, four to be exact. After that night, she decided that she needed to become the Bulma she always had been, and stop mopping around for men. Men because Yamcha was not giving her that much attention either, and he was not even asking for it! He used to be so needy around her, but all of that faded away with the time, which had quite surprised her. She couldn't recall a time when Yamcha didn't want any attention. At first, she had begun to worry, but she had quickly reminded herself of her new resolution. She would not waste any more tears on men.

She had started working on some projects again and her dad could not have been happier. After all, once he would retire, the company would pass on to her, and he felt like his daughter had lost some of her sparkle. The main reason why she had stay away from the lab was her worries. Bulma simply could not think when she was depressed. But now that Vegeta was coming back, she could not show him how much mopping around she had done now could she? After all, he had probably spent the best months of his life by being away from Earth, and her. She would try to make him believe that it had been the same way for her, and that she hadn't even noticed he was gone, which was a big lie.

"Sweetie?" asked Mrs. Briefs seeing how her daughter was not responding to her. Bulma simply raised her head and smiled at her mother. There it was again; she was getting distracted in her own thoughts.

"I am fine mom!" But in all honesty, she was a little nervous about Vegeta coming back; would he be the same? Had he achieve the supersaiyan level?

If he did, then he would be walking around with the biggest head and ego she had ever seen. Would he even stay in her house still? After all, if he had become a supersaiyan, why would he need her, and all her inventions?
Mrs. Briefs, like usually, simply smiled at her daughter. If Bulma was happy, than she had no reason to worry. Plus, she wasn't going to do anything to ruin her daughter's happiness.

"Oh by the way, Yamcha called," she said, thinking it would make Bulma so happy.

Bulma's eyes seemed to light up; she had not heard from him in 4 days. "Did he leave a message?" They were supposed to meet at the restaurant tonight; she hoped their plans were still on. He had been known to cancel their plans lately, and she hoped it wasn't the case this time.

Mrs. Briefs brought her covered in chocolate finger to her mouth, trying to remember. Gosh, sometimes, she could be so forgetful! "Oh yes!" she said with a big smile on her face. "He said he is sorry, but he can't make it for tonight."

Bulma's smile immediately disappeared; she should have known. Yamcha had been canceling almost all of their dates non-stop for a while now. She didn't mean to lose faith in him, but to her, it seemed like something was up with Yamcha. He had to have something keeping him very busy. She knew that was going to happen, she just knew it. She was hoping he simply was trying to give her some space, considering the way she had been acting lately, but it was getting harder to ignore the little voice in the back of her head.

She would have to question him about it later, but not today. No, today she did not feel like it. Her mother had ruined any chance of her having a good day by being so joyful about Vegeta coming back. He was not the prince of the freaking universe! Yes, he was a prince, but of a stupid DEAD race.

How was that even useful in any freaking stupid way? He needed to lose his big head about it. Especially since on Earth, it meant absolutely nothing.
Bulma brought her hand to her head, and ran it through her hair. What was wrong with her? Why was she getting all worked up about this? She probably just missed getting her anger out on the spiky hair saiyan, that's it. Yes, there would be no awkward feelings when he would come back, and they will simply go back to their insane fighting. Nothing more. She simply needed to get her anger out in fights, and then, she would feel like her old self.

After all, how could she even care about someone like Vegeta? He had killed so many people, destroyed so many planets, without feeling any regrets at all. He was supposed to be a cold-heart murderer! Why did she care about what happened to him?

-L-

"Bulma, sweetheart?" Mrs. Briefs poked her head into the lab, were Bulma had been working for the past couple of hours. Bulma didn't even raised her head, or turn around to look at her mother; she was not in the mood right now for this. Mrs. Briefs sighed, a little disappointed. "Your father said Vegeta's ship is getting closer, and he should be here in a couple of hours."
"Good for him," was all Bulma replied, as she continued working on her new project, or at least tried to.

Bulma stopped working, and waited for her mother to leave. When she heard the door close, she took a deep breath, and sat down on a chair that was beside her desk. She had been trying to work, but all she could think about creating were related to the Gravity Room, and the last thing she wanted to do was create more things for Vegeta. After all, she didn't want him thinking that all she had been doing those past 4 months were devoting herself to making his life better, and amplify his training!

Bulma did not want to be home when Vegeta would come back. First of all, he would probably be very cranky, because he always is, and he was coming back on Earth, which would simply amplify the feeling, and second of all, she could not see him, nor feel the anguish of waiting for his return. She didn't feel in enough control of her emotions yet to be able to see him. She would probably explode in a thousand of emotions if she were to see him right now.

Maybe she could try again to call Yamcha. If he was available, they could go out or something, and by the time she would come back, it would be a little too late for her to actually see Vegeta. Yes that was a good idea. Bulma walked toward the phone, picked it up and dialed Yamcha's number. With every button she pressed on the dial pad, she felt her heartbeat increase. Why was she so nervous about talking to her own boyfriend? It made no sense.
The phone had been ringing for about 15 times, when Bulma decided to give up, but as she was about to hang out, she heard Yamcha's voice.

"Hey Yamcha," said Bulma, who felt a little happy to hear his voice; she hadn't talk to him in what seemed like weeks. "I was just wondering what you were doing?" Bulma started to chew her bottom lip a little, nervous.

"Would you like to go out for dinner? Alright, pick me up in an hour."

Before Bulma could say anything else, Yamcha had hung up. Bulma couldn't help but feel as if his reaction was quite strange.

Hadn't he canceled their date earlier? And now he was free again, for dinner? Something was a little off. Maybe he hadn't been able to cancel it in her face, and now that she called again, he agreed? Bulma decided that would be reason enough for now, but she needed to ask him questions about it later, but not now. She wanted to have a good evening with him, to forget that Vegeta was coming back. All she would do tonight was focus her attention on Yamcha, and no one else.

Well, now she had an hour to get ready before Yamcha pick her up, if he didn't cancel. That meant she would be out of the house before Vegeta came back, and that was exactly what she wanted. Bulma looked at herself; she was slightly messy. She sighed as she realized, she had to take a shower, do her hair, and her make-up all that in an hour. Better get started now.

-L-

Bulma stared at herself in the mirror; she looked good. But she could still remember the times that she was taking forever to get ready for Yamcha, wanting to be absolutely perfect. Now, she still put some effort, but it just wasn't the same. But then again, that didn't really mean anything. After being in a relationship with someone for so long, you were bond to spend less time preparing yourself, so it didn't really mean anything. She had to stop doubting them so much.

And now that she thought about it, she was perhaps the main reason why their relationship was failing. Yamcha had never had doubts about them in the past, yet there she was every day, saying this couldn't work. Perhaps if she went in with the right attitude, she would actually enjoy the time they would spend together. For the first time, she had to remain focus. No more empty conversation, no more letting another fill her thoughts. Tonight was all about Yamcha and her.

Soon enough the doorbell rang, and Bulma started to make her way downstairs. On her way to the door, she crossed path with her mother, who looked slightly surprise. "Bulma, sweetheart, were are you going?" Mrs. Briefs thought Bulma would have waited for Vegeta. The poor girl had been so depressed that he was gone, and now she didn't even want to welcome him home?

"I'm going out with Yamcha."

Bulma knew exactly what her mother was thinking, but it's not really that she didn't want to see Vegeta; she simply didn't feel ready to see him again yet. A night with Yamcha was what she needed to change her focus, right? Plus, technically, Vegeta and her didn't have any type of relationship at all; they weren't even friends. So an evening with her boyfriend should be much more important than waiting for his return. Plus, she doubted Vegeta would ever wait around for her.

Mrs. Briefs seemed somewhat disappointed. "I thought you would wait for Vegeta." She thought her daughter actually liked the man a little.

After all, they had spent a lot of time together. even a little more than she had spent with Yamcha, who was her boyfriend. "I made a huge dinner to celebrate!" She had spent the whole day in the kitchen, preparing everything Vegeta liked best! She knew how grumpy he could be on an empty stomach, and she didn't want that.

Bulma gave her mother an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry mom, but I already have dinner plans." Yamcha rang the doorbell one more time. "And, he's waiting. See you later mom."

Mrs. Briefs waved goodbye to her daughter who was rushing downstairs; Bulma sure did confuse her sometimes, but she loved her, and that's all that matter. Mrs. Briefs was all smile again as she went upstairs to finish cleaning up Vegeta's room before he came back. After being alone in space for so long with no one to do his laundry, she knew he would appreciate it if he came back home to a nice bed, with freshly washed sheets, not that he spent much time sleeping.

Oh that, Mr. Vegeta! He was truly fantastic!

"Hey you," said Bulma as she opened the door, to find Yamcha slightly nervous on the other side of the door. Bulma seemed to notice, meaning it was more than obvious. Also, Yamcha had never really been nervous in her presence before. Had she done something? "Are you okay?"

Nervousness wasn't a trait he possessed, especially when they were about to go out on a date. After all, it was not like they had never been on one before! She knew something had to be wrong; again, she decided to ask questions later. Tonight was going to be a good night. If she began interrogating him now, she would probably spoil the mood for the whole night, and it wasn't what she wanted. She had promised herself she would be a good girlfriend tonight.

Yamcha nodded, and put a smile on his face, trying to ease away her worries. "Sorry, yes I'm fine."

Bulma couldn't help but notice the change in his tone of voice, it didn't quite sound like the Yamcha she knew, and was used was missing the confidence he usually had when he spoke. Yamcha might not be the strongest, but sometimes from the way he would talk or act, you just might believe he was. Tonight though, that feeling was not present. Perhaps he had the same thoughts she had about their failing relationship, and he was nervous she would end things with him?

"Ready to go?"

Yamcha knew he was a bad liar, and that Bulma was probably already suspicious. It wasn't his fault though, everything about tonight made him extremely nervous. At first he had canceled their date because he didn't know how to act around her anymore, but when she had asked him herself, he hadn't been able to say no. Especially since he couldn't remember the last time she had been the one calling him to do something. Usually, it was always him planning dates for them.

"Sure," said Bulma before closing the door behind her. "Let's go."

Bulma couldn't help but cross her fingers, hoping it would be a good night.

-L-

Vegeta looked at Capsule Corp. and sighed; he was back here again. He was a little surprised though; he had almost expected Bulma to be standing there, waiting for him, probably ready to yell about something. He shook his head; what the hell was wrong with him. She hated him, and he hated her, why would she be here waiting for him? He was actually relieved he didn't have to either see her ugly face, or deal with her yet. His mood was already bad, and she would have only made things worst.

Well, one thing he was happy about was that he wouldn't have to listen to her and her annoying voice, although the woman's mother had a voice even worse than her. If Bulma was gone, that meant that ditsy woman would be the one waiting for him. As Vegeta got to the door, he turned the handle, pushed the door, and walked in. The first thing he saw was Mrs. Briefs standing in front of the door, as expected, with cupcakes, and brownies.

"Welcome back Vegeta!" she said with her usual smile, and her annoying high pitch voice. She brought the treat plate even closer to Vegeta's face than it already was, nearly shoving it in his face. "You must be so hungry!" Of course, she was not thinking that there was food on the spaceship.

Sometimes, she could be quite forgetful of details.

Vegeta was simply standing in front of her, not talking and wondering if he should simply blast her away. It would be the easiest way to relieve his sensitive ears of her annoying voice. Mrs. Briefs walked over in his direction, and put her hand on his back, acting very friendly towards him. "Come on, I made you a big dinner." The woman was probably there. At least that was the only explanation he had for her not being around.
Although, he could not sense her ki.

As Mrs. Briefs walked him toward the kitchen, Vegeta realized the place had not changed at all, and he had not missed it one bit. The silence on the foreign planet had actually been better than this! Why had he missed having people around for a second over there? He didn't know, because now he regretted it. Perhaps four months of training had not been enough. Why hadn't he stayed longer? Nothing was holding him back on this planet, so why spend so much time on the mudball?

Well, at the worst, he could still fill up the ship again, get it repair, and leave again to train some more, it was not like anyone would prevent him from going. As the entered the kitchen, Vegeta took notice of all the food Mrs. Briefs had prepared, well it was not like she had anything else to do, but one thing was missing. Bulma was not in the kitchen, just as he had expected. Sure her ki was low, but usually, he could still spot it; it stood out, no matter what.

"Where is the woman?" asked Vegeta, sounding like he was giving Mrs. Briefs an order.

Mrs. Briefs, who was still pushing Vegeta around, brought him beside the table, and pulled out a chair for him. "Sit," she said as she put on one of her lovely smile on her face. "Bulma is gone with Yamcha," she added as she walked over her own chair, and sat down.

Vegeta gave her a weird look. Did this woman actually believe he was going to sit down with her and eat? Non-sense. He simply took a plate, and filled it with whatever he could, since he could still coming later after all, and left for his own room. He would rather face Frieza over and over again then sit down with that wretched woman. Not only could she never shut up, no matter what, but also, nothing of what she said usually made any sense.
Mrs. Briefs simply smiled at his actions, and proceeded to eat. She really could not understand why Bulma didn't want to see Vegeta; after all, he was a lovely boy!

-L-

The dinner was very awkward. Yamcha was sitting in front of Bulma, staring at his food and playing with his hands. Bulma knew that there was definitively something wrong with him, because he was not himself. She sighed heavily before putting down her fork on her plate. She wasn't sure how to begin this conversation, but it was absolutely ridiculous to not say anything, and leave things as they were. On top of that, she had promised herself she would make an effort with him.

"What's wrong?"

Yamcha raised his head, and looked right into Bulma's cerulean eyes.

"Nothing." Yamcha almost wanted to roll his eyes at himself; he knew he could never lie to Bulma, she could see right through him. "I think we have a problem," he finally said softly. There was no better time to deal with it than now.

Bulma nodded, and reached out for his hand, covering it with hers. "What kind of problem?" was he breaking up with her? Just like this, at the restaurant? She was trying to act as calm as possible, but she knew Yamcha could see the panic in her eyes.

Yamcha wasn't quite sure where he was going with this. He didn't really want to break up with Bulma or anything, but their relationship was obviously not quite working out. At least this time she seemed interested about hearing about it. "It's not the same anymore babe." He felt Bulma held his hand tighter.

"You seem distant now, when you're with me, like you're not really there, you know."

Bulma was actually a little shock; she was distant? If she hadn't been somewhat pissed off, she would have probably laugh it off. "You're the one who's been canceling all of out dates lately." She said in a snappier tone that she had planned. He couldn't put all the blame on her.

Yamcha nodded; he had, but he wasn't going to tell her the truth about it. Well, he wasn't going to lie either, it was going to more like a half-truth; he would leave some parts out. "I needed some time to think." Many things had been going on in his life, and he had required some time to sort it all out.

"About us?" She had been right since the beginning of the conversation; he was going to break up wit her.

This stupid time to think crap line was bullshit, he was just taking his distance so it might hurt less when he break up with her, she knew the tricks. Next would come that stupid, it's not you, it's me line. She didn't know if she could bare the rest of the conversation.

He shook his head. "About everything." He could see in Bulma's eyes that she was slightly hurt. "It doesn't mean I'm giving up on us." Bulma was the best girl he ever had, and probably every will have, and he would not give her up without a fight. "It's just, I think we need to work on us, babe."

Bulma nodded to her boyfriend. All right! She was wrong; he wasn't breaking up with her. She should have known! After all, except for her,

Yamcha never had a girlfriend really; only flings. He wouldn't have given up on her so easily right? But why didn't she feel that relieved that he wasn't breaking up with her? No, it was not true, she did feel relieved, it was simply that the shock made her feel a little numb.

"You're right."

Yamcha felt a little bad; things weren't going the exact way he had planned for them to go, but if Bulma wasn't ready to give up on them just yet, then why shouldn't feel the same way. After all, the main reason behind his words was because he thought she was going to end things, but if she wasn't, then nothing else mattered.

"I'm glad you see it my way." He approached her, so he could give her a peck on the lips.

The word sex ran through Bulma's mind; did he feel she wasn't committed enough because she wasn't ready to take that step with him? She fake smiled to him, to reassure him, but her head was filled with a million thoughts. Could it be that they needed something physical to their relationship to bring it back to the way it was before? Was that the magic that was missing? This sure was going to be a long dinner.

Maybe seeing Vegeta wouldn't have been that bad after all.

-L-

"Are you stalking me?" said Bulma as she entered the house. Even though the lights were closed, she knew Vegeta was standing not too far from her; she could simply feel it.

Vegeta scoffed, like it was the most ridiculous idea he had ever head. "I have better things to do woman." When Bulma had opened the door, he had been walking out of the kitchen, were he had eaten whatever Mrs. Briefs had left from the big dinner she had cooked. If he had known the woman would have been there, he wouldn't have come down. Vegeta had a good day without her, and honestly, he could have done without seeing her, but like usual, she couldn't let him have his fun.

"Why did you have to show up and ruin my day for?" he asked as he slowly walked away from.

"Maybe because this is MY house!" semi-yelled Bulma to a Vegeta that was already far-gone.

She hit her forehead with her hand; this guy really was a pain in the ass. But Bulma was slightly relieved; she thought she would feel awkward when she would see him for the first time after all these months, but she had been wrong, things were the same they always were. He was an ass, and then, she yelled at him for being an ass. She had missed the old routine.

Bulma was awfully tired; her night with Yamcha had been a lot longer than she had expected. Yamcha had taken her back to his apartment, saying he wanted to work on their relationship a little bit more. By that, he had meant, he wanted to make out with her for a couple of hours. Bulma had agreed, and it had lasted a lot longer than she had wanted it to, but Yamcha had seemed happy after that. Although she had to admit, for the first time in a while, she had enjoyed herself.

The blue haired woman looked in the direction from which Vegeta's shadow had disappeared, and sighed; he was finally back. She thought she would have been happier than that to see him though. Maybe she didn't miss him as much as she believed she did. Maybe he didn't matter as much as she thought he did. She was Bulma Briefs for Kami's sake! She could get whoever she wanted, she could probably do whatever she wanted; why was she wasting her thoughts on the prince of all Assholes?

Bulma removed her high heels, which were completely killing her, and walked upstairs, inside of her room. As soon as she closed the door, she ran in direction of her bed, and left herself relax in her smooth silky sheets. Kami that felt good. Maybe she would actually get a full night of sleep night. Now that Vegeta is here, and that she had realized, he didn't have such an impact on her life after all.

-L-

"I'd say you are the stalker."

Bulma brought her hand to her heart, panicked, as she heard Vegeta talk. She had just turned on the light of the kitchen, and had not expected him to be there.

"What are you doing in the dark?" she asked as she noticed he was sitting right in front of the window, looking at the dark blue sky. She was slightly afraid to walk in his direction, in case he was in a bad mood; it was hard to tell with Vegeta. Plus, who just sat in the dark, in complete silent, doing nothing? Something had to up. Perhaps he was pissed off to be back?

"How is it any of your business?" he snapped at her. Why did she always had to know what everybody was doing? Couldn't he simply enjoy a moment by himself, away from her? Why did she have to disturb him all of the time? "What are you doing here anyway? Don't you need your beauty sleep?" he asked in a very sarcastic tone.

Bulma faked laughed at she grabbed a chair that was beside her. "I'm pretty enough to live without it."

She took the chair, and took it where Vegeta was sitting, and put it down. She sat beside him, and looked at the sky, trying to figure out what he was looking out. There was barely any stars out, and nothing interesting seemed to be happening. "What is so interesting out there?"

"Nothing you can understand." His tone wasn't as rude as usually, but she could still hear the tone of rage in his voice. Maybe he missed his planet, or just being out there. He was kind of stuck on Earth now, when he used to have some kind of freedom about where he could go. This was a new lifestyle for him, and maybe he needed sometimes adjusting to it.

"Try me," she said, as if she was almost challenging him, but Bulma was only trying to break the ice, which was hard with Vegeta.

She wondered why she couldn't just sit down beside him, and talk. He was a very close book person, and it was hard to get to know him. Although, thinking about his past, she imagined he had no nice memories to share.

Vegeta scoffed, who did she think she was? Sometimes he wondered why he hadn't blast her in another dimension a long time ago. Well, he did need her for the Gravity Room, but that was it. "Did you work on the Gravity Room?" he asked in a very authority tone. It was the only important thing they had to talk about. The rest was useless chatter.

"I have better things to do," she said before crossing her arms in front of her chest. She didn't even know why she tried to talk to him, the man was obsess with that damn machine. And why should she have been working on the GR, when she had just finished building it, only a few weeks before he had left?
"So do I," said Vegeta as he stood up from his chair, and started to walk away. "Oh, and fix the your damn machine before tomorrow morning, it's broken already." He had a smirk on his face as he walked away from Bulma, and the kitchen. If that didn't piss her off, nothing else would

Bulma simply sat there, her mouth slightly open. The idiot broke it already? Well, she wasn't that tired; she could fix it now... But no! She wasn't going to give him that satisfaction that was for sure! No, the Gravity Room could wait until tomorrow; the almighty prince could also show some patience.

And that idiot, how could he have broken it already?

-L-

Bulma's eyes felt heavy as she looked at her clock beside her bed, 4;00am. What the hell was she doing awake when it was the middle of the damn night! She looked around her room, a little confused; what could have possibly awaken her from her slumber.

That's when she noticed Vegeta standing right beside her bed, and she couldn't help but slightly jump in surprise. Him again? "Kami Vegeta! What the fuck do you want? It's 4 o'clock in the morning!"

"Imagine my surprise when I entered the Gravity Room to find it still broken," he said, with his arms crossed in front of his chest. "I clearly remember telling you to fix it woman." His patience was wearing thin, and she was not helping.

Bulma shook her head; he was unbelievable sometimes! "You gotta be kidding me! You wake me up for this?" Bulma took the covers and put them over her head, ready to go back to bed. "Go away Vegeta."

The prince of all Saiyans was now clearly annoyed with her. Who did she think she was telling him no? "Woman, I order you to fix the Gravity Room." Now he remembered why life was so much better away from her and her whinyness. How could she be so lazy anyway? The sun was about to rise, didn't she have better things to do with her day?

"Go fuck yourself Vegeta." Bulma was everything except a morning person, and right now, Vegeta was testing her limits. She was already having a bad night enough without having him coming around acting like the king of the freaking world. Honestly, why was she caring about this guy? She could not remember.

"Woman," said Vegeta, as he seemed out of patience. He had tried being nice with her, but it was obviously not working. He was going to have to use the other method. He walked over the bed, and pulled the covers away from her. It she didn't want the gentle way, he would give it to her the rough way.

"HEY!" yelled Bulma as she tried to grab them back from him, but before she could do anything, he was already taking her in his arms, and before she realized what he was doing, he threw her over his shoulders. "PUT ME DOWN!" yelled Bulma as Vegeta started to walk her outside of the room.
"I asked you nicely," he said with a smirk on his face, as Bulma kept trying to break free'; she was hitting him non-stop with her tiny fists on his back, thinking it was doing something, but Vegeta could barely feel it. But at the moment, it at least help vent out her anger.

He finally stopped in front of the Gravity Room, opened the door, and almost threw Bulma on the floor. "Now fix it, woman."

Bulma sighed heavily; as she tried to get up, back on her feet. "I have a name you know, it's Bulma. B-U-L-M-A. But that might be just too hard for you tiny brain to understand." She was so angry, that she didn't notice she was still in her mini-short, and a T-shirt; Vegeta had took her away from her bed without a warning really, and it wasn't as if he gave her some time to change her clothes.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Think about it Bulma, if you fix his stupid machine, he's going to leave you alone. "Alright I'll fix it," she said as she took the tool box that was beside the control panel, getting ready to fix whatever stupid damage he had done this time.

"I knew you'd see it my way," said Vegeta with a big smile on his face; he liked winning. "But why did you have to be so damn difficult about it." Vegeta could see Bulma glaring at him, and muttering some insults and curses in his direction, but he didn't care. "I'll go take a shower, it better be ready when I come back, woman."

With that said, Vegeta walked away from the gravity room, leaving Bulma alone with some quietness. She shook her head; how could she have cared and missed that man? He was horrible! But somehow deep inside she knew how much she had missed the quite entertaining fights they had together. He was an ass, but he would never back down in front of her, or be scared like most of the other guys, including the Z Fighters, and Yamcha. She liked that. Vegeta was some kind of emotional punching bag for her, and she had missed that. Maybe that's why she had been so emotional lately.

Bulma looked around at the empty room, and scoffed. "Welcome Back Vegeta."

-L-