"I need to go find him..." Vegeta told Bulma, gazing out the open window, looking into the rising sun.

"Vegeta." interupted Bulma.-"Wait.."

"What? Why? I need to go find our son." argued Vegeta, waiting to hear the reason as to why Bulma would want him to take his time when it came down to a matter of life and death for their only child.

"Yes, Vegeta you do. But will you just stop and listen to me for a change?!" Yelled Bulma softly. Angered, confused, and unsure of anything now, she just wanted to have a short conversation with her husband to let him know how she felt.

"What's that suppose to mean? 'For a change'." Hissed Vegeta, glaring back and bulma enraged by this delay.

"Just listen to me!" Yelled Bulma.

"Talk. While you still have my attention..." Ordered Vegeta.

"I just don't want to risk losing you too!" Cried Bulma, tears running down her face, she ran into Vegeta arms. Not grabbing her, but his arms stand still in the air. As Bulma burried her face in his chest.

"Bulma.." Mumbled Vegeta, questionly.

"I don't know why, but I have this terrorfing feeling that it's already too late." Tears streaming down Bulma's face as she poured her heart out to Vegeta, not looking him in the eyes but looking over across the room at Goten.
Vegeta couldn't believe what he was hearing, could Bulma be right? Was it really too late to save Trunks? Was he... dead?

Vegeta walked Bulma back into their bed-room and placed her down gentely into bed. He took his shoes off and climbed into bed with his wife.

"Vegeta." Bulma Began- "I know you, and I know that once I close my eyes you'll be gone and searching for Trunks. And I am not willing to risk losing you as well." Wiping the tears from her eyes with her arms, Bulma continued to talk on.

"Bu-.." Vegeta began, but was interupted.

"No! Let me finish Vegeta." Commanded Bulma.

"You need to promise me that you will not leave this house to go find Trunks."

"Bulma I-" Vegeta tried to finish his sentence but Bulma stopped him as she gentely pressed her finger against his lips.

"Promise me!" She demanded.

"But I just ca-" Interupted once more, as Bulma pressed her finger harder against his mouth, keeping his lips together.

"Promise me Vegeta!!!" Cried out Bulma, more tears just kept coming down.

"I promise." Vegeta comforted softly.

"Vegeta if you-" Bulma was interupted this time.

"I promise you..." Vegeta assured Bulma, and whether she knew it or not Vegeta ment it. As he moved strands of hair that dangled down in Bulma's face, and hugged her tightly. Never letting go.

"I promise..."

Two years had past since then and Trunks had never returned, and Vegeta never broke his promise he made to his wife those two long years ago. No one ever saw or heard from Trunks again, and Bulma still can't help but wonder if that feeling she had that cold, winding night was wrong or right. Whichever one, she still blames herself to this day and would give anything just to see her beloved little boy for only a second or two...

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