Bulma swung her legs over the side of the bed and onto the floor. She went into the bathroom and peed, and then she got dressed and went downstairs. She yawned as she reached the kitchen. Bulma looked out of the window toward the GR. Vegeta was out there, training as usual.
Bulma took a deep breath and suddenly she knew what she had to do. She went out the back door and towards the GR. She stepped up to the door and proceeded to knock.
She heard Vegeta shutting off the controls and moved toward the door. The door slid open with a hiss and Vegeta stood there, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. His eyes roamed over Bulma's body. "What do you want, Woman?"
"I want you to leave," she said calmly.
Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "Oh? And pray tell me why I should leave when I have all I will ever need right here?"
"Because this won't help you achieve your ultimate power. Being around me is a distraction," she answered.
"So what are you going to do if I don't leave?" Vegeta asked, hiking up an eyebrow.
"Goku will be here so fast you won't know what hit you!"
Bulma was ready for anything but then Vegeta did something she didn't expect. His face softened as did his voice. "Why are you doing this?" He asked, sounding like a frightened child.
"I am just doing what's best. I think it is best for both of us and for our baby too. It's just until you become stronger, that's all. You can come back if you want and you can take the GR-"
"No, I won't come back and you will die when the Androids come. Just know that this is the last thing I will ever do for you."
After he said this, Vegeta walked past Bulma and into the house. Bulma looked after him then sat down on the grass and began to cry.
He left that night and Bulma ran up to her room and cried. She stayed there for three days, refusing to eat. Bunny and her father were very upset over what was happening to their daughter.
Finally, Bulma's father had had enough. He barged into his daughter's room and stood at the foot of the bed. Bulma looked at him from where she lay. Her face was puffy and there was some mascara still on her cheeks. "Look Princess," her father said, "I know you miss Vegeta, but you have to get up honey. Get back to work and do what you love and for Kami's sake eat, if not for yourself, then for the baby."
Bulma stared at her father open mouthed. She threw the covers from her body and followed her father out of her room and down the stairs. She sat at the kitchen table and ate a big breakfast. After she ate she got dressed and went to her lab. She worked until about ten and then decided to retire.
Before she slipped into bed she walked out onto her balcony and looked out at the moon. She clasped her hands in front of her and closed her eyes.
Bulma began to pray. For strength. Not only strength for her, but for Vegeta and their baby. As she prayed she could feel tears slipping from under her eyelids. When she finally opened her eyes they were red and the tears wouldn't cease their flow. She cried and cried, sitting in a chair on her balcony looking up at the moon.
The next morning when Bulma woke up it was raining. The world outside was like her mood, dark and gray and miserable. She got out of bed, dressed and went to her lab. She worked for a couple of hours. The baby was in a cradle, next to her work table,fast asleep. She gently pulled a blanket over the small infant.