HOME | DD

Description
"Damn it Bulma! I will NOT have my son look like a girl!"

"He looks handsome Vegeta!"

"His hair is at his shoulders! HE LOOKS LIKE A GIRL. He's getting a hair cut today woman!"

"The hell he is." They had been arguing about their 10 year old son's hair for the past week now. Bulma thought he looked adorable with it long, but Vegeta thought it made him look like a sissy. And he'd be damned if his heir looked like a little school girl. It just wasn't going to happen. Bulma could complain to him about it all she wants but he would get a haircut if it was the last thing he did. Then it hit him. 'I'm obviously going nowhere with this; I'll just have to cut it when she isn't around, which should be in about 5 minutes since she has a meeting today. Perfect.'

"Woman, you're going to be late."

"What?"

"Are you going deaf or something? I said you're going to be late for your stupid meeting."

"Oh my goodness I am! Thanks sweetie" she gave him a quick peck on the cheek," I'll see you in about an hour."

He crossed his arm and gave her a scowled then said, "Whatever." Bulma then stormed out and it was time to put his plan into action. He started searching everywhere in the house for scissors but couldn't seem to find any, which was odd since they were normally everywhere. 'That wretched woman! She knew what I was going to do. Hmph! She has to be hiding it somewhere she'd think I would never look. Let's see…' He climbed up the stairs and made his way into their room and started going through all their draws.

He opened up her bra draw and found 5 pair of scissors. "Ahh ha! Think you could out smart me, the Prince of Saiyans? It's like she doesn't know me at all…wait…what's this?" He picked up a letter and immediately recognized it. It was his birthday present to her 9 years ago. 'Kami, she actually kept it…' and then his eyes began to travel to another letter. It was folded in half and on the front it said "Dear Bulma" with a heart by her name. This letter, however, wasn't written by Vegeta. So his curiosity kicked in and naturally, he opened the letter and began to read it.

"Dear Bulma,
I love you. I still love you; I never stopped loving you, even after you broke it off with me all those years ago. It kills me to see you with that bastard you call a husband. He doesn't deserve you; you could do so much better. You belong with me. He caused both you and Trunks so much pain at the tournament when he became Majin Vegeta. He killed so many innocent lives just because he could and he almost killed you. And he did it all with an evil smile. I would have never done that to either of you. Leave him and be with me, I can show you what a real man is. Just give me another chance and I promise you won't regret it"

Vegeta couldn't remember the last time he was so hurt. He crushed the paper in his hand and tried to hold back the tears. 'He wrote this two years, why the hell does she still have it? She wouldn't do that to me… would she?' All the insecure emotions he used to feel when he came back to earth after namek soon came flooding back in. He trusted her, he loved her. 'Did she not know how hard it was for me to even let her in… let alone love her? I can't believe I was so blind!'

"Hey 'Geta, I forgot something can you- …what are you doing? What's that in your hand?..." She started scanning the room and noticed her draw was completely out, with everything that belonged in it now on the floor. Then it clicked. "Oh no… w-what the hell were you doing in my draw Vegeta?!"

"Don't play the innocent card! Why the hell did you keep this? Did you 'regret' it Bulma? Huh? Answer me!"

"Vegeta I didn't cheat on you, I swear!" She stepped toward him but he just stepped back and looked to the ground. She knew she messed up, bigger than she ever had before. Her heart began to ache and she felt a sharp pain on her neck. She immediately put her hand on the throbbing spot, the spot where he bond with Vegeta was. He made it the first night back from the Cell games. Told her how it work, how she was now his as he was hers. And how they would feel what the other one felt. Right now, Vegeta felt like he had been shot through the heart. 'What have a done?'

"Yeah well for some reason I don't believe you. You kept this for a reason so you must still have feelings for him."

"I swear Vegeta I only kept it because-"

He lifted his hand to stop her while she was ahead. "I don't want to hear your excuses Bulma; in fact I don't think I want you at all anymore. Goodbye" He turned to the balcony and flew off into the sky. Bulma ran to the railing and tried reaching out to him, even though she knew how pointless it was. Tears were falling down to the ground as she watched the one she loved flew off , without even giving her a second glance.

"Vegeta please! Listen to me! Come back! I need you…" she slumped to the ground and just cried. She didn't have the strength to move. She needed to make this right, 'But will I ever get the chance to… Vegeta please come home.'