He found her crying on their bed. Vegeta closed the door to their room. He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. "Woman."
"Just leave me alone," her sob was muffled by the comforter.
"Woman," Vegeta started again.
"Please Vegeta! Just go! I need to be alone!"
Vegeta could feel her anguish through their bond. It gripped his cold heart like a vice. He felt rage over the fact that Kakkarot's death caused her so much pain. There was rage but there was something else. A twinge of jealousy. Jealous that she was crying over that fool. Jealous that he died a hero's death. He felt that if he died no one would miss him. She wouldn't miss him. He wanted her whole heart. All her love and he knew he could never have it. There would always be a place for that third class in her heart.
Vegeta clenched his fists, got up, and stormed out of the room. He would be sleeping on the couch tonight.
Vegeta stomped down the hall but stopped at the door to the nursery. He hesitated at the door before mustering up all his courage and entered the room. He looked around at the blue walls and teddy bear wall paper. The mahogany crib. He walked to the crib and looked inside. All he found was a yellow baby blanket. Vegeta picked it up and felt its warmth and softness. It smelled like…well, a baby. He dropped the blanket as he heard a cry from downstairs.
Vegeta headed to the living room to investigate. what he found was poor little Jackie crying in her play pen. Vegeta didn't know what to do so he just stood there staring at his tiny daughter. The crying got louder so Vegeta tried shushing her. The baby quieted down some but cried again when Vegeta turned away. The little baby reached up toward her father.
Vegeta was taken aback. He didn't know what to do. "Pick her up," a quiet voice said from behind him. Bulma was standing at the bottom of the stairs watching Vegeta intently.
Vegeta looked at her, then at his daughter, then back to her again. All the while he didn't nove or speak. He could barely breathe. Finally he stood up straighter, crossed his arms, and hardened his expression. "Why would I do something like that? I'm a prince!"
"NO you're an asshole!" she said.
Vegeta stared at her. "Woman if you want to match wits I'd be more than happy to-"
"I want you to leave," Bulma interjected.
Vegeta growled. "What did you say?"
"Vegeta I'm going to give you an ultimatum," Bulma said pulling herself up to her full height.
Vegeta's eyes narrowed and he began walking toward her slowly. He advanced until his face was right in front of hers. "What ultimatum?"
"You have two choices. Pick up your daughter or leave." Bulma said confidently even though she was shaking inside.
Vegeta was quiet for a while then suddenly he began to chuckle deep in his throat. Bulma became confused and it showed on her face.
"What's so funny Vegeta?" she asked
"You. You think that you can give me an ultimatum. Woman, I own you. You belong to me. I'm not going anywhere," then he turned around and walked to the door.
"Wait you just said you weren't going anywhere!" Bulma said confused.
"Woman, I'm leaving the house but I will never leave your life. I own it," he began to open the door but stopped. "Oh and by the way, I would never pick up that brat. How would I know its even mine?" Then he walked out.