A/N: Hey my loves! So here it is, the last chapter. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ.

Chapter Four: Realizations


"Holy Shit!"

Bulma was jolted out of her calm and secure sleep by a thunderous noise from outside that was shaking the whole house. She darted her eyes around the room, her heart dropping to the pit of her stomach as she saw Vegeta was not beside her.

"No…no it can't be…"

She reached for her clothes lying on the floor and hastily slipped into them. The noise only got louder, prompting her to lookout a nearby window. Just as she thought, there was a Capsule Corp. spaceship on the front of the lawn, preparing to lift off. He really was leaving and there was no way she could stop him.

After everything they had been through...after last night, none of it had been enough to make him stay. How could he do this to her? To their son? Everything finally seemed to be sorting its self out, and she had been sure that he would decide to continue to inhabit on Earth. Obviously she was a fool to think that, to believe she could change his mind. Vegeta had always been unpredictable, true, but this just was so unexpected.

Placing her palm against the glass of the window, she watched with dejection as the space craft elevated into the air, eventually becoming nothing more than a black dot in the sky. Tears instantly flooded down her cheeks as she sunk down to the floor, her breathing becoming weak. "I…didn't even have the chance to stop him," she cried, hugging her knees to her chest. But honestly what good would that of done her? She had a feeling he would've left no matter how much she protested. He always did things his way and this time particularly there was no stopping him.

It just didn't seem plausible for him to do this, though. He had begun to change and open up. She seemed to finally break down all his thick walls he had built up. She really assumed that despite everyone betting against them that they could make it work and stay together for the remainder of their days.

Her hands trembled violently as she attempted to wipe the tears from her eyes. At this moment she wished she had never gotten involved with him, knowing all the pain it would bring. No other event in her life had ever caused her to feel as solemn as she did just then. It was like her soul had been sucked out of her; she felt lifeless. She was now a single mother, forced to raise her child alone due to Vegeta's selfishness. All of the big dreams she had for herself and her little family were shattered into a million broken pieces, never to be put back together.

She really thought she knew him, that despite his tough guy act he would always be there for her. Protect her. Love her. Now it was made clear all she ever was to him was a sex object. He had no room in his heart for warm emotion of any kind. He got what he had wanted and took off without a second thought. She should have listened to her friends from the start. They knew he was no good, but she dismissed their assumptions and trusted that what she and Vegeta shared was special. Now she could see she had been painfully wrong from the beginning. He was a heartless bastard and would remain that way for all eternity. She and Trunks would be better off without him in the long run. Her son didn't need a negative influence like that in his life.

In spite of all the adverse emotions she was harboring against Vegeta, she knew deep, deep down she still loved him. Truly loved him. She knew she probably would until her dying day. She would never look at another man the same way she did him. This was the most painful realization for her of all. The Saiyan Prince would always have a hold on her, no matter how hard she tried to get away from it. This was something she could not change, but in time she would get over him the best she could.

Bulma stood up, leaning against the wall for support as her knees shook. She went over to her vanity, staring aimlessly at her reflection. She ran her brush through her sleek tresses and rubbed away the remainder of her tears.

"I will get through this," she crooned, taking one last look at herself in the mirror before going to Trunks' room. She would have to be brave for her son. He needed her more than ever. And unlike his father, she would never desert him. She would stop at nothing to give him the perfect life, because he truly deserved it.

Trunks was waiting for her in his crib, sitting up attentively. She assumed that Vegeta's spaceship taking off had woken the poor thing up. It broke her heart that he had no idea his father just abandoned him and she knew one day when he was older she would have to explain all this to him.

He gave her a toothless grin, unaware that anything was wrong. She picked him up, hugging him as tightly as she could. The tears came back, leaking down her cheeks onto the top of Trunks' hair. She knew she had to be strong, but she felt so damn weak, like her world was collapsing around her. Figuratively speaking it had; everything was now turned upside down.

She hated Vegeta for doing this to her and knew that she would probably never forgive him, regardless of the affection she still carried for him deep within her heart. There was no excuse that he could give her that would make her fold and take him back easily. He would realize soon enough his mistake, seeing how lonely he truly was without her. He would be filled with nothing but misery, and there was no way she would feel sorry for him.

He brought all of this on himself. And for that he would have to deal with the consequences.


Quite a few days had passed, and Vegeta awoke to another day of traveling through space, with no particular destination in mind. He stared purposelessly up at the ceiling of the ship, feeling more sullen than usual.

He thought that once he exited Earth things would become clearer to him. But now things were vaguer than ever. When had left the morning after him and the woman made love, he seemed very sure of his decision. He didn't want to be tied down and become soft like Kakarot, such a thought made him shudder. Though he admitted he cared about Bulma, and did indeed enjoy the night they had together, he just couldn't bring himself to become some sort of family man. He wanted to keep his independence and be free of such attachments. Then as he drifted off into space, something inside him felt restless, as though he had done something wrong.

For the first few days he overlooked that notion, trying not to think about anything Earth-related. However, the other night he had had a dream about Bulma, and it disturbed him. She was crying and depressed, her beautiful face stricken with pain. He woke up in a sweat, his heart beating rapidly. He eventually told himself it was all a dream and that there was no way she could be that distraught over his departure.

But it just seemed so real. Like that was what she was really going through. He honestly couldn't imagine her caring that much. Why would anyone be saddened over him leaving? He of all people didn't deserve that kind of reaction, not after all the terrible things he had done in his life...particularly leaving a woman who gave everything she had to him alone to raise their child. He thought what he was doing was best for everyone: the woman wouldn't have to continue to waste her time adoring such a merciless individual as himself and his son wouldn't have to be ignored by him every day of his life. Both of them deserved better; he just wouldn't make a good mate or father.

If that was the right decision, then why was his stomach in knots over this? If he could never give Bulma and Trunks what they needed, why did he experience such repentance for leaving? Could it be entirely possible that he had changed more than he bothered to acknowledge? It would explain the way he was feeling, but he just couldn't grasp the fact that he actually made a mistake. He never had regrets about anything; everything he had ever done in his life he did without hesitation. And like he supposed at first, his decision to leave hadn't been a mistake.

That had been before visions of Bulma passed through his mind constantly, leaving him with nothing but mixed emotions. Her memory would certainly haunt him for the rest of his life. The times he had spent with her were the most enjoyable days he had had in a long while, maybe even in his whole life. Since he had first saw her on Namek those few years ago, he had been interested in her. The first thing he noticed about her was her beauty. Never before had he laid eyes on such a stunning creature, but at the time he was too absorbed in his quest to gather the Dragon Balls and wish for immortality to further act on his thoughts.

Then things got interesting when he moved in with her to train for the arrival of the Androids. At first he kept his distance from her at all times, seeing as how training to reach the level of Super Saiyan was his ultimate goal back then. Not to mention she was still dating that bothersome pest at the time. Thankfully, the two broke up shortly after the gravity room explosion. He heard them get in a heated argument, where the weakling chastised her for paying such attention to him when he was injured after the explosion, and she got fed up with his lack of faithfulness so she wisely ended things once and for all. She was too good for the fool; he never deserved a woman of her caliber.

Roughly around a week after that was when he and Bulma first became intimate.

It had had happened so fast: they were arguing like usual, and then something inside him commanded him to seize her and take her right then and there. And he did. He took her by the wrist, smashing his lips as hard as he could to hers. That first kiss they shared had set his soul on fire, igniting a passion inside him that he had never experienced before. In a blinding heat of desire, he carried her up to her room where they made love all night long. She felt so good pressed against him, her fragile body soft and warm against his own. He had never told her this, but she was the only woman he had been with that could actually keep up with him in bed, sending him over the edge with just one simple touch or kiss of her mouth. The power she had over him troubled him greatly back then. She was just a mere human who lacked physical strength, after all. But somehow, with just a glance of those deep blue eyes of hers, he felt helpless, and his power could do nothing to help him.

When he found out she was pregnant with Trunks he had been completely shocked. Their relationship at the point was strictly sexual, at least for him it was, and the last thing he wanted was to be a father. That was the one thing he could never imagine for himself; he didn't have any kind of clue what it took to raise a child. He himself never really was that close with his own father, even before his death at the hands of Frieza, so he had no role model to look to.

On the other hand, Bulma seemed incredibly gleeful about them having a child together. She went on about how her biological clock was ticking and had been worrying that maybe having a family wasn't in the cards for her, but to her happiness Kami blessed her and she couldn't be happier. She added that she knew the two of them would make great parents, and that had startled him. He couldn't believe she would say that about him. She knew how he had been before he came to live with her, yet she really thought back then that they would make a good team. He thought she was crazy to say the least, but he didn't think much about it; defeating the tin-cans was still much more important than becoming a father.

Trunks had been her pride and joy when he was first born, never letting the boy out of her sight. He had been aloof towards his son at first, unsure what to make of him. Bulma would try to make him do stuff with her and Trunks, but he blatantly refused. He also dreaded the moment when Kakarot and the rest of them found out he was now involved with Bulma and had a child with her. He didn't want them to look at him as any less of a fighter than before, or that he had become soft. That was the main reason he kept his distance around his mate and son in public, to show the others that weak emotion had not gotten the best of him.

All that changed when he saw the future version of Trunks die at the hands of Cell. Never before had he been so angry about anything. Then regret seeped in. All that time prior to his death Trunks had tried to get to know him and showed him nothing but the utmost respect. He never once showed his son a morsel of reverence, instead he treated him like shit, maybe even worse than shit if he was being truthful with himself. Seeing him die so sudden sent a tidal wave of emotions through him that he couldn't contain. His one and only son was lifeless before his eyes, and there was nothing he could do. He had never felt more ashamed in his life. He even vowed in the heat of the moment to never again treat his infant son the way he had his future counterpart.

It seemed like everything clicked in that moment. He had Bulma to come home to and he could make his relationship right with his son. Everything he once deemed a priority no longer seemed important, and he could have a new beginning. Just when he began to settle into the stillness this newfound peace had to offer, like always, his pride kicked in, telling him it would be degrading to stay on such a worthless planet and live like some kind of commoner. He thought maybe he could find a new challenge on another planet, one that would be more worthy than fighting Kakarot, regardless of knowing that was impossible. But it had been enough to make him leave the only person that had ever carved a place into his heart. She had done so much for him, more than she'd ever know. When he was with her, he felt like himself, not the heartless bastard everyone made him out to be but his real true self.

Looking back on all this, he purposed that maybe all along she had seen something in him that he had bothered to overlook all these years. It sure would explain a lot. Vegeta let out a long sigh and went over to an oval window on the other side of the ship, gazing at the planets that blurrily passed by.

"Did I…really do the right thing?"

He wasn't so sure he had after all that reflecting on Bulma. He shook his head and crossed his arms. Even if he admitted he was wrong, there was no way she would take him back. She was just as headstrong as he was and would not forgive him so easily. Surely she would eventually, when things cooled down. If he went back now she wouldn't listen to a word he had to say. He would have to wait a while before setting a course back to Earth. Things would be rocky at first but he knew in time things would smooth over, and he could begin his training with Trunks. He was certain the boy's strength would increase even more by the time he got back.

A perfect family was just within his grasp, but he couldn't have it just yet. He would have to continue on with this meaningless existence a little more before Bulma took him back.

If she took him back...


"This is so tiring," Bulma griped as she puffed away on a cigarette while looking over blueprints for new projects at the kitchen table.

It had been three months to the day since Vegeta left, and she was just as depressed as ever, though she did her best to hide it in front of her family and friends. The only time she ever felt a moment's peace was when she was with her son. One smile from that little chubby face and she forgot all her troubles. He had become her sole reason for living and she loved him more and more every day. Even more than she could ever love Vegeta.

She breathed out a haze of gray smoke half-heartedly, closing her eyes briefly. No matter how hard she tried there would be no getting over for Vegeta. All this whole thing did was make her see how hard she had fallen for him and there was no getting around it. She knew he wasn't coming back; she thought if he was he would've already returned a while ago. It had just been too long for him to see his mistake. She had no clue where he was or what the heck he was doing, but she couldn't sit and dwell on it. She'd be in a nut house if she did.

"Bulma dear, where are you?" her mother called from down the hall.

"I'm in the kitchen," she called over her shoulder. She prayed her mother wasn't coming in here to give her another talk about Vegeta. When Bulma first told her about Vegeta's departure she had been hysterical, telling her that she should've gone after him because he was 'such a nice and handsome young man'.

Mrs. Brief appeared in the kitchen a minute later, holding onto a coffee pot in one hand. She gasped and placed a hand over her mouth as she saw Bulma smoking at the table.

"Now, darling, that's your third pack of cigarettes today! You know how bad that is for your health. Your father's bad enough with his habit, and I don't want you to start doing it regularly like him!"

"Mom, please…I'm just really stressed that's the only reason I'm doing it."

She had never been a bigger smoker in the past; it was something she had only done occasionally. She was grateful that she wasn't addicted like her father was but since Vegeta left she had been doing it more than ever. It seemed to temporarily calm her nerves.

Mrs. Brief placed a comforting hand on her daughter's shoulder. "Are you still upset over Vegeta? I know it's been a while since he left, but I can't say I blame you for feeling so bad. Why, if I was in your position and had that hunky of a man in my bed every night like you did I'd-"

"Ugh! Mother, that's enough! Let's not even talk about him. I don't even want to hear his name at this point," Bulma groaned, putting out her cigarette and placing it into the ashtray beside her on the table.

"Now, now Bulma. I was just worried about you. You haven't been the same since…he left."

Bulma pushed out her chair and stood to get up. "Really, I'm fine. There's no need to be worried, alright?"

Mrs. Briefs nodded as Bulma strode out of the kitchen. "Okay…but if you do want to talk about him, I'm here for you!"

"Dammit, I'm 33-years-old. I don't need her to console me like I'm a helpless child," she ranted to herself, heading up stairs to her room.

Her room.

It was no longer hers and Vegeta's room since he left. She couldn't even bring herself to sleep in there the first week after he left; it held too many memories that she didn't want to think about. When she finally was bold enough to sleep back in there, seeing as how it was originally her room before they got together, she noticed how incredibly lonesome it was not having him there beside her. Even if he wasn't the most talkative guy his presence alone put her at ease and made her feel secure.

She shook her head as she rummaged her closet for a fresh pair of pajamas. It was something she had learned to deal with, her loneliness. Her life wasn't the same without him, but she kept herself busy in her lab and with Trunks. She could sit and eat ice cream all day, crying about how horrible it was since he left. But she wouldn't allow herself to be that way, even over Vegeta. Things would eventually have to get better, so there was no reason to mope.

Eventually she decided on a pair of silky pink pajamas and proceeded to take a nice long bubble bath. She had already put Trunks to bed a long while ago so she decided to take advantage of her free time. Just as she approached the bathroom, a loud crash came from outside, rattling the whole house.

"What the hell was that!"

Bulma rushed back into her room to look out the window. Her heart leapt into her throat at the sight she saw outside. The spaceship that Vegeta had taken into space was parked in the middle of the lawn, looking a bit beat up on the outside.

What is he doing back?

Her pulse quickened, and she could feel her knees buckling. Swirls of emotions were going through her as she saw him exit the ship, walking towards the front door.

"Shitshitshitshitshit!" she cursed ferociously, collapsing down to the floor. She thought she was dreaming but after pinching her arm she found that this was reality. He really was back.

Her mind couldn't decide how it felt about this, about seeing him in what felt like forever. She could hold a grudge like it was no one's business and was still pretty pissed at him for leaving...but she missed him more than anything, all she wanted to do was be held in his arms and...

"Bad thoughts, bad thoughts," she mentally scolded herself. No matter how much she wanted him, she wouldn't accept him back into her life so easily without making him work for it. It just wasn't her personality to forgive quickly. She heard footsteps from outside the room and she tensed, knowing who it was.

The door swung open and Bulma saw his shadow projected on the floor from the hall light. She remained on the floor as she saw him enter the room, his eyes searching the room for her.

"Woman? I know you're in here. I sense your ki."

She let out a breath and got to her feet, leaning up against the wall for support, not bothering to walk closer to him. "What do you think you're doing here?" she seethed, though her heart skipped a beat the second her eyes locked with his.

He crossed his arms over his chest, standing firmly in place. "What do you think I'm doing here?"

She shrugged. "I don't know, really. I don't seem to know anything about you at all."

He rolled his eyes and advanced towards her slowly. Her whole body was shaking at that point, though she did her best to conceal it. Just as he was inches away from her, she ducked around him and tried to leave the room but was stopped by him grabbing onto her forearm.

"Let go, Vegeta!" she shrilled, struggling to get out of his grasp.

"Make me," he taunted, strengthening his grip on her.

She scowled and resisted the urge to kick him in place she knew would indeed hurt him. Goodness knew he deserved it, too. "After all you've done, you're the last person I want to see. Go back off into space or wherever the hell you were."

He quirked an eyebrow and released her forearm. His eyes were darker than a storm cloud. "If that's what you wish."

She bit down hard on her lower lip as he prepared to leave once again. Don't do this Bulma, she warned herself. Don't give into him so quickly, but at least find out why he came back.

"Vegeta, wait…"

The prince whipped his head around to look at her. "What is it, you foolish woman? You just told me to leave, didn't you?"

"Well, before you go, just answer my question. Why are you here?" she asked, her voice quivering slightly.

He rested against the doorway, his eyes wandering up and down her body before answering. "Obviously I came looking for you."

Her inner voice urged her to back away from him, but she ignored it and took a step towards him. "You found me…now what do you want?"

"It doesn't matter now, you want me to leave," he said quietly, turning once more to leave.

Dammit!

"No…don't go…at least without giving a more precise reason for coming all this way back to Earth after being gone for so long," she urged, absently rubbing at the back of her neck.

His mouth twitched into a firm line. "Because a true Saiyan wouldn't run away."

"Run away? From what?" she asked with a quizzical look.

He opened his mouth to say something but she waved a hand in front of her, shaking her head.

"You know what? I don't wanna hear it right now. I'm tired and annoyed and stressed. All I want to do is soak in a nice hot bubble bath for an hour. You can tell me later," she said with a low yawn, walking past him towards the bathroom.

Vegeta let out a choked sound of confusion, his raven orbs widening. "Bulma..."

She tossed him a look over her shoulder. "Yes?"

"Do you not want me here?"

She let out a heavy sigh and tapped her foot. "I…I don't know…if you want to stay, you can. But you're not sleeping with me. You can sleep on the couch."

"What! Why?"

She regarded him with a glare, placing one hand on her hip. "You think I'm gonna let you back into my bed after leaving me and Trunks? Even if you're coming back I'm not letting you off the hook that easily."

He clenched his teeth, releasing a small growl. "You blasted woman. You didn't even let me tell you why I left and decided to come back."

"Well, like I said I'm not in the mood to hear it. You can tell me tomorrow. Sleeping on the couch will give you more time to come up with the perfect excuse. Now, I'm taking a bath…and no, you can't come with me. Goodnight, Vegeta," she sneered, clicking the bathroom door shut behind her.

Damn her, he fumed inwardly. He thought three months would have been long enough for her to cool down. Apparently he had been wrong. Now there was the possibility she may never accept him back. That thought made him feel ill. Those months of isolation definitely showed him that he needed her, more than he ever bothered to realize before. He would just have to show her that.

Or else he'd spend the rest of his life on that couch.


It was around noon the next day and Vegeta was wandering through the house trying to find Bulma. So far things between them that day hadn't gone smoothly. At breakfast she hadn't said a word to him, nor would she even look at him. That peeved him but he did his best not to let it show. He couldn't really blame her. What he had done had been incredibly selfish and he even thought that deep down he didn't deserve her forgiveness but he knew he would have to tell her why he came back, just so that she would know.

He picked up on her ki, finding her to be in her lab. Sighing heavily, he made his way down to where it was, stopping when he approached the door.

He knew it was common courtesy to knock before entering. But of course, he was neither common nor courteous so instead he barged in without hesitation, slamming the door behind him.

"EEP!"

Bulma nearly leapt a foot in the air from his loud entrance. She was sitting at her desk, typing away on her computer, lost in her own world until Vegeta nearly gave her a heart attack. She swirled around in her chair and frowned at him. "Oh, it's you. You scared me half to death!"

Vegeta shrugged and leaned up against the wall. "I had to get your attention somehow."

She rolled her eyes and went back to her typing. "What is it you want? If you're hungry my mom just stocked the pantry yesterday so you can go find yourself something."

"This has nothing to do with food, woman. You know what this is about. Now turn around and look at me while I talk to you."

"Nope."

"Woman!"

"No, and you can't make me."

He let out a muffled curse and marched over to her. "Hey! Put me down!" she squealed as he grabbed her around the waist and swiveled her around in her chair, making her face him. He lowered his head down to her eye level and brought his lips to her ear. "Now you'll listen to what I have to tell you."

"Alright, alright. Just tell me and get this over with. I guess I did tell you I'd hear what lame-ass excuse you came up with," she said irritability, despite shivering pleasurably from his warm breath that was fanning her skin.

"As you know," he began, his eyes meeting hers, "I've always thought emotion was a weakness. And I always depended on myself and never worried about being alone or isolated. That's how I was taught to live when I was under Frieza's command; I never knew anything different. Fighting and becoming the strongest in the universe was all I cared about, nothing else…and…when I met you…"

"Go on," she implored as he paused and dodged eye contact with her.

"Let's just say you made me question everything I once believed, and I didn't like that. I never wanted anyone to change me…but you did. And when Trunks came along, I changed even more. I never thought I'd be a father, nor did I want to be. I was afraid that suddenly I would become soft like Kakarot and lose my warrior pride. The main reason I left is because, at that time, I thought I did what was best for me, and that perhaps I could find a challenge on another planet somewhere…I didn't want to stay on this godforsaken planet feeling as weak as I did…"

Bulma quirked an eyebrow. "Okay, so now I know why you left…you selfish bastard…now tell me why you came back."

Unexpectedly, he took his index finger and traced the smooth skin of her jaw line, producing a low moan from her that she tried desperately to conceal. "It didn't take me long to see that I…I rushed into a decision too soon. I was so sure at first that was the right thing to do. Then more and more every day something kept eating away at me and I didn't know what it was. Then I realized, you truly did change something in me and I could never go back to how I was before I met you, no matter how hard I tried to convince myself that I was a warrior that depended on strength alone."

"So," she said earnestly. "What you're saying is I made you see that there's more to life than just going around fighting and trying to piss people off constantly?"

"…In a way, yes. I can't run away from the life I built here on this planet, it would be unworthy for a Saiyan Prince to cower away like that. And then I thought of Trunks, and how powerful he could potentially be. I'm the only one who can help him reach his full potential. I may not have been the one to beat Cell and I may never get the chance to beat Kakarot, but I will make sure that one day Trunks is the strongest of them all. There will be no one equal in power to him…I'll even have him beat the daylights out of Kakarot's brat someday."

"Well, now he'll have to beat his other 'brat' too," she giggled up at him.

"What the fuck are you talking about!" he inquired, completely bewildered.

"Chi-Chi's pregnant! She told me the same day you left…that was about the only good news I got that day," she frowned bitterly at the last part.

"H-how…when…?"

She understood his bafflement. "I was just as surprised as you when she told me. I guess Goku left her with a little parting gift before the fight with Cell. Now Trunks will have a playmate, seeing as how they'll only be a year apart."

Damn that Kakarot! This left him with yet another half-breed brat to watch out for. Now more than anything he would have to train Trunks to the maximum. Gohan would surely decrease in strength during this time of peace, seeing as how Kakarot's mate was so intent on him being a scholar of sorts, and the new arrival would be a year behind Trunks in training. Neither of them would be stronger than his son. He would make that his sole mission in life.

"Vegeta?"

He broke out of his thoughts and looked down at Bulma. "Hm?"

"How do you feel about me?" she asked simply.

His muscles contracted at her question. "Why do you want to know?"

She shrugged. "I just do."

"I…I…dammit haven't I already said enough? And anyway if I remember correctly, you had something to tell me in the park that day. So perhaps you should tell me now," he smirked, creeping up closer to her.

A blush appeared on her cheeks and she did her best to look indifferent. "I don't think so, mister."

His smirk deepened and he placed a hand on her upper thigh, stroking her peachy skin. "Don't make me force it out of you."

She gulped and stared down at his hand that was sifting over to a spot he knew would drive her insane. "Okay, okay…Vegeta, even after the crap you pulled, before and after you left, for some reason unbeknownst to me…I..I…I"

"You what? Go ahead and spit it out!" he barked.

"Jeez, cool your jets! This is difficult for me to say. You can be such an asshole sometimes, but…I love you," she said looking down at the ground. She knew he would reject her, that's why she had held that in for so long. But now it was out in the open, and no matter what it was indeed true.

His eyes were the widest she had ever seen them. She assumed no one had ever said that to him before so she couldn't blame him for his reaction. She knew he wasn't going to say it back to her. She would be granted psychic powers before that ever happened. And though she was still angry with him for leaving, she knew that he did care for her. He even said she changed the way he saw the world and right now, that was all she needed to hear.

"I-"

She jerked her head up and saw that Vegeta looked as though he was battling something internally. "What?" she asked quietly, moving closer to him.

He opened his mouth to speak again but all that came out was a curse.

"Vegeta…I don't expect you to say anything back. I kno-"

Vegeta crushed his lips to hers before she could finish, placing her face in the palms of his hands. She responded to him instantly, feeling dizzy and lightheaded at the same time. Everything she had felt before vanished and she melted in his arms, feeling complete and whole for the first time in a long while.

When they finally came up for air she licked her lips and stared hotly into his eyes. Her heart lifted as his arms snaked around her waist and he kissed her neck softly. She knew that the thought of Vegeta leaving her again was truly unbearable, and that he really was her everything. In spite of all he put her through and the hurt he could sometimes cause her, she knew he felt the same about her as she did about him. She had given him everything: her body, heart and soul and she knew she would never give those to any other for the rest of her life. She would never let him leave again under any circumstance. But she had the suspicion that he wouldn't willingly leave her again.

"To answer your question," he whispered against her flushed cheek. "I think it's quite obvious how I feel about you. And that's all the explanation I'll give."

Bulma smiled brilliantly up at him and squealed in delight when he positioned her up on top of her desk. "Now, Vegeta…you know you'll still be sleeping on the couch for a while," she grinned naughtily as he crawled on top of her.

He smirked. "Well then I guess I better get what I want out of you right now."

She sighed contently as his lips found their way back to hers, his hands massaging her hips sensuously. This was how things should be, them together. She wouldn't have it any other way.

Vegeta began to remove her top, making her smile wide against his lips. Being with her in the moment made him feel like he was finally living. He no longer had to worry about putting his guard up or worrying about things that didn't matter much anymore. She had changed his life forever. And it was for the better. They would raise their son together and that was exactly the way it should be.

And even though he hadn't said it out loud, she was the sole reason Earth would eternally be his home. "It was you," he thought to himself as he kissed her temple.

It was you…

-The End-


A/N: Holy crap, I didn't mean for it to be this long lol but still I hope it was good. And, duh, I wouldn't make Vegeta permanently leave, I couldn't live with myself for doing that to my favorite couple. I have really loved writing this and I feel like this was the first thing I've posted on this sight that I can be really proud of. Thank you to my amazing friend fuuturistic-imagination for encouraging me to write this in the first place, thank you for believing in me when I didn't believe in myself (and read her Bulma and Vegeta story, it's so good)! Thank you to all of you for your sweet reviews and for alerting and favoriting this story, I'm so glad to know I'm not the only DBZ fan left! And look out for more B/V stories from me, I've already got two I plan on posting by next week and they will each contain more lemony goodness ;) I love you all for reading, hope you enjoyed it!