"Stop crying, how old are you?" Vegeta was in the gravity room with his 6 year old son. They had trained, but Vegeta still couldn't seem to estimate how much he could already expect his son to do. So it was not surprising that Trunks was often allowed to take bruises and bruises. That wouldn't have been so bad in itself, but his father gave him anything but pity ...


“I don't think I will anymore, you're still crying!” Trunks held his breath and tried to suppress the pain in the stomach area. After taking several deep breaths, he looked up at his father. "Well, go. Get up, let's go on." They trained for about half an hour, then they went in, washed and put on other things.


“Boys, food is ready!” It wasn't long before Vegeta was sitting at the table, ready to scoop up his supper. "But Bulma didn't want to start yet."Trunks, where are you?" After several tries, she turned to Vegeta. “Do you have any idea where he is?” “Probably sitting in his room and whining like a girl.” Bulma looked at him in shock. "What happened again?" "Nothing more, he's just too weak and ..." "Too weak? Vegeta, he's only 6 years old, what do you expect?" Vegeta looked up in amazement. Bulma hadn't yelled at him that much in a long time. "If he trains better ..." "Train better? I think I'm not listening right! Now you expect your son to adapt? What do you think of being a little more careful yourself and adjusting to HIM?" Vegeta laughed briefly on. "I want him to get stronger and not be a wimp! If he tried harder ..." "I don't think I'm listening! Vegeta he is 6! He still has his whole life ahead of him! You are just pretending to be make your training the most important! It may be the purpose of your life, but I will not let it become his!"Vegeta grinned." And how are you going to prevent that? "" I'll show you that! "She slammed the coffee pot on the table and left the kitchen, packed up some of her things, then went to Trunks' room, took the things he needed out of the closet, put everything in a capsule and then left the Capsule Corporation with her son .


It all happened so quickly that Vegeta, who hadn't cared about his wife's threat, didn't notice anything. Only when he found out the next morning that Bulma hadn't been there all night did he become puzzled. "What's the matter? Oh, what the heck. She's coming back ..."


Meanwhile, Bulma and Trunks were temporarily staying with ChiChi. Trunks, who hadn’t got the time to ask why, didn’t ask now, because now he had a friend to play with.


The days passed. Vegeta was practicing more or less. Although he went to the GR, he did not come to training.He had to think. "I want to know what stung her. Did I say the wrong thing?" At the thought that he might have behaved really wrongly, especially when compared to Trunks, he didn't come. He could imagine that Bulma had gone to ChiChi, but he definitely wouldn't run after her. That would be even nicer.


But Bulma didn't even think about giving in. Should Vegeta see how he got along on his own. However, she secretly hoped that Vegeta would apologize to her, that he would see that he had behaved wrongly.


But how could it be otherwise? Both stubborn as they were, each waiting for the other and while Vegeta was distracted in the GR, Bulma slowly became depressed. What if Vegeta wasn't interested in her and his son at all? Maybe she should have just talked to him quietly. "But anyway it always only sets the draft."

But he was by no means indifferent to her and Trunks. As much as he had thought about her and thought of her in the days when they were gone, he hadn't thought about her in a whole month. When a week had passed by now, he decided to contact them. "Oh, why report first? I'll just fly to Kakrott, they'll be there." And of course they were there. Son Goku was amazed when he saw Vegeta, because he already looked a bit pale. Dark circles slowly became visible. You could tell that he hadn't slept much or badly lately. "Is Bulma there?" he asked a little hesitantly. Son Goku grinned. "We thought you weren't coming any more." With a gesture, he motioned for Vegeta to enter. Bulma stood in the doorway of the kitchen and looked at him with sad eyes. She had crossed her arms over her chest. Vegeta knew that she was waiting for an apology, but he wasn't going to make fruit in front of the assembled crew.(Hadn't he already done that?) “Can we talk?” His voice sounded shy and insecure. That was something completely new. Bulma could tell he felt guilty, but she wasn't going to make it easy for him. She wouldn't go home without an apology from him, but she smiled. "Sure. Let's go out." She walked up to him, took his wrist and pulled him outside without forgetting to close the door behind her. She walked a long way away from the house with him. It was really only his and her business and in no way Son Goku and his family. When they both sat under a tree about 100 meters from the house, Vegeta began hesitantly. "I ..." he swallowed. "I want to apologize to you ..." `But that's not enough, my dear. "Why?" Vegeta looked at her uncertainly. “You know exactly what I mean.” “Maybe, but I want to hear that from you.” He sighed. "Because of my words the other day ..." "Don't you think you should apologize to Trunks too?""She looked at him expectantly, but he avoided her eyes. Instead he got up." What do you expect from me? "He said with a reproachful expression. Bulma got up annoyed." A little insight. All the excuses in the world are of no use to me if nothing changes afterwards. "There was silence and Vegeta looked rather embarrassed.


"Papa! Papa is back!" Trunks came running towards her. As best he could, he tried to hug his dad. But this pushed him away. Bulma's collar burst. She hollowed out and coaxed him. "You just don't get it, do you?" Before Vegeta had recovered herself, she had disappeared in the direction of the house. She had taken Trunks with her. `You are such an idiot, Vegeta` Angry with himself, he looked after them. The only people who had ever really meant anything to him. 'What would have been so bad if the little one had hugged you? 'He leaned his back against the tree and sank to the ground.'Would it have hurt your pride? No, probably not. `Vegeta raised his hand and placed it on her left cheek. `I think I deserve that, Bulma ... 'He sat under the tree for a while. Before long the sky darkened.


“Is Vegeta still sitting out there?” Son Goku was a little concerned. He had never seen him like this before. "I don't care." "I don't believe you, Bulma." "You can." "You never cared about him, otherwise you wouldn't have gotten through all of this with him?" She shrugged. "He's already changed. Do you think he would have come here earlier?" She shrugged her shoulders again, but not as convinced as the first time for a long time. "So I think you should talk to him again." "Should he come over here." "You don't want to spare him anything either, do you?" She grinned at him. "Now go on." He looked out the window. "Before he goes out there to get something away. If I look at the sky, I would think it is raining heavily again today."When he turned around again, Bulma had already disappeared. A glance at the window told him that she was on the way to Vegeta.


“Do you want to sit around here forever?” He was silent. “Hey, I'm talking to you.” She sat down next to him and looked him up and down (as best she could). `Looks like he didn't sleep much at home, maybe he didn't eat ..." "Are you mad at me?" Bulma was startled. She would have expected the question least of all. "Should I?" "You have every reason to ..." "Yes, you might even be right ..." She leaned against his shoulder. "I ..." She studied his face. "I wasn't exactly fair earlier." "To whom?" "You really don't make it easy, Bulma ..." "Trunks." he said softly. "Do you mean that was the first time?" Vegeta frowned. "Don't you think you've treated him wrong many times before?" "Well ..." Silence. "I would say, I was often a little hard on him ..." "Something!?!"" Ok, almost always ... "He looked too sadly at the floor. Bulma was impressed. So many confessions from Vegeta in one evening - not bad." Do you think we can change that? "" You mean I can change that? " "No we. If we all three hold together. "Vegeta swallowed." You want me to apologize to Trunks? "" No, not that. But he should already know that he means something to you, right? "Vegeta had a loo in his throat, so he just nodded. Bulma smiled. Caressed his cheek, let her hand slide slowly to his chin, pulled it towards her and kissed him tenderly. Vegeta couldn't believe it. She really had him Forgiven. He closed his eyes, hugged her and kissed her back. Some time passed before Bulma broke his embrace. We'd better go inside now. Son Goku said it might rain today. "Vegeta nodded. They both got up and walked back to the house together. Meanwhile, ChiChi and Son Goku had set up a couch in the guest room.Whoever would sleep in the double bed could make out the three of them among themselves.


After an extensive breakfast, Bulma, Vegeta and Trunks made their way back to the Capsule Corporation.


It didn't take long and everyday life moved back into the Capsule Corporation. Bulma sat in the workshop from morning until night. Trunks trained with his dad. When he went to school only in the afternoons. Vegeta tried to adjust his strength to his son, which did not mean that he was not strict with him. But to his own amazement, he had to admit that Trunks was progressing much faster now. Which was probably because he was now enjoying the martial arts and training with his father.




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Again totally stupid, but I have to write something ... Anyone have a good idea? (Well, if you have it, you will probably use it