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    Bulma lay on her bed sobbing as if her heart would break.  She and Vegeta had just had the worst argument they'd ever had, she couldn't even remember how it had started.  It had ended with him screaming that he hated her and trashing the house.  She tried to forget his hate-filled words, but they continued to echo through her head.
    "…You’re a stupid whore! I can't believe I ever wasted my time with you!" he screamed, his face bright red.  Bulma was furious and began throwing plates at him.
"You fucking prick! I hope you die and go straight to hell!" she shrieked back.  He picked up the television and threw it straight through the wall.  "You stupid asshole! Get the fuck out! Don't ever come back!!"  his eyes narrowed in rage and for the first time in a long time, Bulma was afraid of Vegeta.  He closed the gap between them in seconds.
"Don't worry about that!" he hissed.  "I hate you, you fucking cunt!"  before he left he picked up the couch with ease and hurled it through the front picture window.
Bulma cried harder as she remembered that last comment. He couldn't hate her, could he? After all they'd been through?  And he used that wrod.  That.. Word.  Cunt.  She HATED that word! And he damn well knew it. She was just glad that Trunks was spending the night at Goten's.  She would have hated for him to see that fight.  She curled up in a ball and fell asleep at last, exhausted from crying.

Vegeta flew through the air cursing until he was worn out.  He slowly drifted to the ground.  He felt a twinge of guilt, he shouldn't have said those things to Bulma, but he'd be damned if he went crawling back like a pathetic weakling.  He would give her time to cool off, then he might just go back.  He sighed and trudged through the vast forest until he found a small clearing bathed in moonlight.  He gathered an arm full of dead branches and gently blasted it with ki.  A small fire immediately sprang to life.  With a sigh he collapsed on a patch of moss and quickly fell asleep.

It had been a month since the big fight and Bulma had not seen Vegeta.  Neither had Goku or anyone else for that matter.  Trunks was depressed by Vegeta's disappearance and Bulma vowed to make him pay one day as she saw Trunks quietly sniffling as he sat in his room.
"What's wrong honey?" she asked, quietly padding into Trunks' room.  The small boy turned and gazed at her with teary, pain-filled eyes.
"Where's papa?" Trunks sniffled.  Bulma felt her heart clench.  She gathered her son in her arms and gently rocked him.
"I don't know honey, but he'll be back soon."  Trunks knew she wasn't telling the truth about Vegeta coming back, but he said nothing.  He wanted to believe her so badly!  He missed his father.  He curled up into Bulma's arms and sighed.
::Vegeta, you bastard, I'll make you pay for this!::

Vegeta hovered outside of Capsule Corp. .  And something was not right.  He sensed an unfamiliar ki.  Bulma was there, but no Trunks.  So who was it?  Something was nagging at the back of Vegeta's mind but he pushed it away.  He quickly descended and entered the house as quietly as he could.
Once inside he smelled the familiar smells, yet.. something was still bothering him.  A scent he could not place.  Then he heard it.  A low, urgent moan coming from their room.  ::No.. she wouldn't dare..:: he shook his head still refusing to believe what his senses were desperately trying to tell him.  He quietly dashed up the stairs and stopped just outside the door.

Bulma moaned as Shiro rode her.  His pace quickened and she clawed his back, crying out in pleasure.  He wasn't half as good as Vegeta, but she hadn't had sex in over a month and it was better than nothing.  And she knew if Vegeta ever found out he would flip out.  maybe then he would understand how he made her feel nearly every day.  But he'd never know if he never came back, so she would HAVE to tell him if she ever happened to see him again.  The bastard.. She cursed.

Vegeta's eyes were wide with horror.  How could she do this to him?  He felt a sharp pain in his heart that sent him to his knees.  His eyes snapped shut and he tried to calm the rage building inside.  ::How could she?.. Why?? WHY??::  he couldn't stand to hear the sound of her moans anymore, he felt like her was going to vomit.  He opened the door.

Bulma screamed as a fist suddenly rammed through Shiro's chest.  Blood sprayed on her as he was lifted off of her.  His body flew into the wall.  ::Oh Kami!:: she thought in horror.  Vegeta stood in front of her.  His body was shaking and his eyes were clenched shut.
"How.. could.. you.." he whispered.  Bulma shuddered in fear and crawled back, covering herself with the bloody sheet.
"You left me!" she sobbed, tears flowing freely down her face.  "You said you hated me!  I believed you!" she screamed.  "I wanted to hurt you for what you've done to me and Trunks and this was the only way!!" she could see tears running down Vegeta's smooth cheeks and she felt her heart clench.  She should have done something else, anything else but this.  She reached out a hand to him.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!!" he screamed, flinching back his hands flung up to cover his face from the sight that he knew he couldn't bear.  Bulma felt the pain in her heart increase ten-fold.
"He didn't mean anything to me, Vegeta!" Bulma cried.  "I just wanted you to know how I felt for once!"
"I've never slept with anyone else on this wretched planet!!  You betrayed me, you whore!" he bellowed. And just like that, he was gone.

Bulma cried all night.  She couldn't sleep.  Whenever she drifted off, she would see Vegeta's stricken face and wake again, sobbing.

Vegeta stumbled away from CC.  He tore off into the forest and after several minutes of flying he stopped and landed.  He felt the bond that he shared with Bulma breaking.  His stomach had been churning since he'd seen her with that man, and suddenly he gagged at the memory and threw up everything he'd eaten that day.  He stumbled off, deeper into the woods and fell to his knees.  He lay on the ground, shuddering.  He tried to hold it in, but he couldn't any longer.  He curled up in a ball and began to cry, harsh sobs wracked his body.  The only person he'd ever trusted, ever loved, ever opened up to had stabbed him in the back.  He could almost feel the blade in his back, twisting, breaking off.  He would never forgive her for this.
After awhile he'd quieted to soft sniffles.  He tried to sleep, but to his amazement, he still felt the bond.  It was weak but it was still intact and he could feel Bulma's agony and self-hatred.  ::Good, let her suffer.:: he thought miserably.  He shivered as the chill night air gently raced across his body.  He sighed and was amazed at how weak he felt.  He decided to sleep, maybe he would feel better in the morning, but he doubted it.