Sweat rolled down his face, adding to the puddle under him as he lowered his body into another push up. He still had another two hundred he needed to get done before he was even done with his warm up. His arms ached from the last few hundred he had done, reminding him constantly how much he had been pushing himself.

Bulma had distracted him since they started... "messing around". Their relationship meant nothing to him. While he could admit that he found himself having a slight soft spot for her. She was someone he just didn't want to erase as soon as they spoke to him. She was good at that, constantly talking his ear off. For some reason she believed that she could just be comfortable around him. He wasn't sure when he let that happen, but that was just how it was now.

The only time he would be rid of her was while he was in here, training his body away. While he ate his meals, she was right there at his side. When he went to rest his exhausted body, she was already in his bed, waiting for him with almost nothing on. Her beauty was too much to turn away. How inconsiderate could he be to turn her away?

Grunting, he lowered himself again, counting in his head. Blinking the sweat away that had run into his eyes, he tried to focus.

He pushed himself even harder now, knowing how much time had passed since the message was passed by the teen from the future. He knew that as each day passed, that was just another day that he had yet to ascend. Despite all the time that passed, he still couldn't understand what he was missing. He was strong, much stronger than Kakarot had been when he fought Frieza. Strength was not an issue, he knew that for sure. What else was there? What did Kakarot experience that he did not? Where was he going wrong?

These thoughts haunted him constantly, the reminder always there to tell him how much a failure he really was. A reminder that the lower class loser was above him. He felt the rage building from his haunting thoughts. The rage pushed him to keep going, to get those two hundred push ups in. Nothing could possibly stop him.

His head snapped up when he heard something in the distance. His ears picked it up clearly, a very familiar voice screaming. While he had heard her screams many times, none were like this. Before he could even think, his body was moving on it's own. As if his body wasn't pushed beyond its limits, his legs moved quickly. Finding himself outside of the GR, his head snapped towards the house.

His chest felt tight as he searched for her ki. He noticed it was a bit higher than usual. Scowl forming, he darted inside. Flying passed the blond woman, he was instantly in her room. Seeing the bathroom door closed, he could pick up on her sobs behind it.

Had someone hurt her? He didn't even notice anyone arrive on the compound! He was too distracted thinking about that damn Kakarot! Anger filled him at the thought of someone actually daring to harm something that was his. Feeling his ki flare, small sparks surrounded him. Storming up to the door, he grabbed the handle. As if not even noticing the lock, he ripped the door open. Growling, he was ready to kill the bastard.

The sight in front of him caught him off guard however. His eyes scanned the small room, expecting someone to be inside. Instead it was just her, on the floor with her hands to her face. His ki flickered before finally settling. While he wanted to yell at her for scaring him, those thoughts disappeared when he noticed her shoulders shake as she sobbed.

He wasn't sure what to do. He came in to fight, not to comfort. "Why in the hell are you crying?" His voice came out harsh without thinking.

Bulma just now noticing Vegeta in the room finally looked at him, her face red. She didn't say anything to him, just letting more tears run down her cheeks. She tried to wipe them away but more continued to fall. Trying to catch her breath, she stared down at one of the many tests that laid next to her. "I-I...I don't understand!" She cried out, snatching one from the ground.

His nose scrunched at her screeching, her throat raw from crying. He didn't understand either. What was the issue here? She didn't look injured, no one was in the room with her... While he had seen her cry before, it was nothing like this. He really had no idea what to do.

Gripping the test tight, she glared at Vegeta, "Why are you just standing there?!" She asked him angrily.

Going from sad to angry, Vegeta didn't take her sudden change of emotion too well. He scowled at her, his fists clenching. Why in the hell was he worried about her? He would have been better off if someone did sneak past him and kill her! "What the fuck is your problem?" He asked her. Noticing the piece of plastic in her hand, he immediately watched it come flying at his face. Thanks to his great reaction time, he easily caught it.

Staring at the rectangle, he had no idea what he was holding. Looking at her, he scowled. "Why are you giving this to me?"

She looked even more angry, her eyes as red as her face. "Look at it! Don't tell me you don't know what it is!"

He really had no idea what it was or why she was screaming at him. What did he do? He felt like their roles were oddly swapped. "I don't."

Bulma grabbed the other tests, throwing them at him. "Their all tests you jerk! All positive tests, it's all your fault!" She screeched, a new round of tears falling down her face.

Easily avoiding her throwing sticks, he half debated throwing them back. "Test for what?" He asked her, his patience growing thin. She could be annoying, he could handle that. But this... he was ready to blast her.

She covered her face once more, "Pregnancy!" She wailed. "I'm pregnant!"

His body went stiff as soon as the words came out of her mouth. Her sobs fell deaf on his ears as suddenly everything around him paused. Had he heard her correctly? Pregnant? WIth a child? His child? He stared at the device in his hand, not able to understand how something like this could tell. "They're wrong." He finally said, his jaw locked.

Her head shook, her eyes blinking away the waterworks. "False positives don't happen very often..." Her voice was much softer now, the bite gone.

He shook his head as he looked at her. He refused to believe it, "You said it wouldn't happen..."

"I said it was basically impossible... There was always a chance but it was only a small percentage. I never thought..." Her words died on her tongue.

He stared at her, just as speechless. She was pregnant. The phrase repeated itself in his head like a record, reminding him how much of a mistake he had made. His world was too corrupt to bring a child into it. He didn't know what to do, what to say. He felt anger filling him. While he was beyond pissed that her shot had failed them, he didn't want to take his rage out on her.

Bulma looked at him, noticing the silence. "Vegeta... Please say something..."

He knew she needed him. She looked scared, he didn't blame her. But he was experiencing a feeling he had never felt before. He didn't know what he could say to her. Instead, he turned his back to her. Walking past the broken door, he heard her call his name. Ignoring her cries for him, he walked calmly out of her room and out of the house. Turning to the GR, he headed inside the room, locking it behind him.

As soon as he was alone, he inhaled deeply before letting out a howl that everyone in West City would be sure to hear. Feeling his ki spike, he decided to let his heat fill the room. He had a lot of built up steam he needed to get out and this place was one of the only places that would be able to handle it.

He was a cold blooded killer that had murdered millions in his lifetime. He was a villain, the worst of the worst. He was scum. Now, he could add 'father' to that list.

His nails dug into his palms as he stood there, his body trembling as his rage continued to grow.

The androids.

He had trained so hard to protect her, he was slowly beginning to accept that he might be able to keep her safe despite not being a Super Saiyan. He was almost there. But now... he would have a son. Bulma with a child, two people who would get murdered by those hunks of metal.

There was no other option, not any more. He needed to get even stronger. He can't let something like this distract him, he already let her do that enough! He needed to stop being weak and cut her out of his life. At least... until he could keep her safe.

He needed a plan.

Bulma stood by her large glass window, staring out at the GR. Snow had been falling for the last few hours, a decent layer built up by the constant snowfall. She sighed softly as she hugged her stomach. While she had finally come to accept what had happened, she knew Vegeta had not. From the moment he found out to the two weeks that had passed, he had used his time training. He was doing what he had done before.

He was avoiding her. No, he was avoiding everyone. He refused her mother's meals. His bed remained untouched. He refused to let her inside, she didn't even know if the GR needed any repairs. He could be badly injured for all she knew! She was worried about him, unable to understand how he was able to cut himself off after everything they had been through.

Did she really not matter to him? The thought brought tears to her eyes, she refused to let them fall. The hormones were a lot for her, making her want to scream and yell almost every minute she was conscious.

Her parents were supportive, actually excited that they were finally going to be grandparents. She was happy to at least have someone to lean on with this whole thing. She was going to be a mom. She didn't think she could do this, not alone. She wished Vegeta would be here with her, helping her along the way. She was scared, she didn't know what she was going to go through. She had a lot of questions.

She could read pregnancy books, that wasn't an issue. However, those books did not exactly explain how a Saiyan baby would be born. She knew if Vegeta continued avoiding her like this, she could go to Chi Chi. Gohan was a mixed breed and he turned out wonderful.

Sighing softly, she walked to her bed and sat down. Poking at her stomach, she had yet to notice any difference. "You better be smart like me..." She said softly. "If you're angry like your dad... I don't think I'll be able to put up with both of you acting that way." She laughed at herself, knowing that she was too early for anything to actually hear her.

She was going to keep it, even if Vegeta didn't want her to. She smiled as she sat back, everything would be fine, wouldn't it? She was a strong woman, she faced different challenges on the daily. A child would be a bigger challenge than most but she knew she'd be able to handle it.

All of a sudden, her bed began to shake. No, not her bed, her entire room. "What the hell?!" She exclaimed, immediately on her feet. Was this an earthquake? Impossible. Rushing to her glass doors, she tried to balance herself. Opening one of the doors, the cool winter air blew past her.

Her eyes opened wide at the sight in front of her. The air was filled with smoke, almost like a distant but familiar memory. Looking towards the GR, she noticed it was no longer on the ground, the orb floating. Before she could scream his name, the spaceship had disappeared before her eyes, shooting up into the sky.

Spinning on her heels, she ran out of her room. Passing her confused and startled parents, she slipped on just a pair of slippers and snatched her jacket off the rack. Rushing outside, she froze where she was standing. She wasn't hallucinating.

He was actually gone.

He left her.

Without thinking, she found herself sprinting towards her lab.

Was this a dream? She knew he was taken back by the news of her pregnancy but wasn't this pretty extreme? He was going to come back right? He wasn't really going to abandon them was he?

One of her feet slipped underneath her, causing her to fall. Her knees scraped the gravel, earning a groan. Pushing herself to get back up, she continued to run. She knew she could get a hold of him, she could tell him that he needed to come back immediately. Her lungs were on fire by the time she reached the building. Not having enough time to even catch her breath, she went straight for her lab. Storming inside, her eyes focused on her desk.

Approaching it, she turned on her lamp before searching. She knew the device had to be around here somewhere! Her heart was beating hard in her chest, her hands were struggling to move to her demand. She was freaking out! Papers flying to the side, she finally found what she was looking for. Pulling out the communicator, she was glad she had completed working on it. Attaching it to her face, she powered it on.

She frowned when seeing the connection was secure. "Vegeta! What do you think you're doing? You need to bring the gravity room back here right now!"

Silence was the only response she got.

"This is ridiculous Vegeta! You seriously can't be trying to run away from your problems." She said, her anger clear in her voice.

Getting no response, she made sure everything actually was working. She knew he could hear her, yet why wasn't he responding?

Was he really abandoning her? She felt the tears returning to her eyes, "You're a coward!" She knew the insult would hurt his pride, hoping to get something out of him but received nothing. She bit at her lip, her face feeling hot. "Vegeta?" His name came out soft, worried. Almost begging, like she needed something to cling on to.

"Bulma..." His voice finally came through, coming though a bit choppy from the distance. "I'm sorry."

Tears finally spilled when she saw the connection was cut, no longer available. Grabbing the device, she pulled it off her face and threw it away from her. His name came out in a scream. It was full of all different emotions. Love. Loneliness. Frustration. Betrayal. She was lost.

Vegeta wasn't going to come back.

Her hands immediately went back to her stomach, her tears continuing to fall. "How are we going to get through this?" She asked, her eyes closing tight. She needed him. She couldn't do this without him. After a moment, once she had calmed herself back down, she let out a long sigh. "I guess it's just you and me, huh?" She smiled softly as she rubbed her stomach.

"Trunks."

A/N: So this is going to be the last chapter of this story. I know... Bitter end. It hurt me writing this, don't worry. I suffered too. So I thought about writing a sequel to this. For after the Cell saga. What do you guys think? I appreciate you all for reading this story and hope you have enjoyed this story. I know there was a bit of mistakes here and there and hope they didn't bother you too much. Until next time. 3