Easier to Run: Broken Bottles

Easier to Run

By EliteSaiya-jinJenny

Author's Note: You're all going to love this fic! It's going to be chock-full of angst! Angst here, angst there, angst angst angst angst angst! Tee hee! I, of course, wouldn't type this without the consent of my best friend Moony, who, indeed, pretty much gave the idea to me. So I'm going to kiss her feet first...Ew...Anyway, this takes place in the latest setting of DBZ, you know, where Trunks is about sixteen, and Bura is like four. I like it that way. Keep in mind, I'm pro Vegeta-Bulma, just when the idea came to us, we had to kind of make her a psycho. You'll see how in this chapter. :D Yep, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any related items...Yeah...nope, not one bit...

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Vegeta's POV

Never a break is there. This was all I could think of as I stepped through the glass doors of Capsule Corporation, my home. Such a foreign word to me "home." Perhaps the only one I could ever have had when I was young would be a small, one-person space capsule, where I would spend weeks, months, or even years in cold sleep. Then I guess I couldn't really consider that a home either if I wasn't even awake for my time in it. Oh well.

There was a landing recently; only a few hours ago, Kakarrot told me that there was an unusual energy entering our atmosphere. Blasted Kakarrot. I start to become accustomed to peace, then the only time he'll take a break from training his second spawn and new Granddaughter is when something's wrong. Not that I'm not glad I don't have to see him, I just wish it were under better circumstances...But I suppose it was too much to ask for, anyway.

It was noon when he came to me and told me that we had better check out the landing site. When we got there, the Namek and the short human had already arrived. Everyone else must've been busy. Kakarrot's first son, Gohan, and his recent mate Videl might've been taking care of their child, though I was more surprised to find that Kakarrot wasn't training her. I only wish Bulma would allow me to train Bura. Female Saiya-jins were rare on Vegeta-sei, but the few that you saw were exceedingly strong. I can only imagine how strong Bura could have been if I were allowed to school her. But it was too much for me to hope for, as Bulma wanted a "normal" child since I had already had my way with Trunks. I smirked at the thought, even as mates we fight. Fight over who gets his way with the brats, who should be spending time doing what, and who was the less intelligent of the both of us.

Even so, I deeply care for my blue-haired wonder. But recently, she's been quite stressed, and I can't tell why. She yells at me more and more frequently and just last night, told me to sleep on the couch. Baka woman. Mates are supposed to sleep together; it's a blessing, not a blackmail or punishment to use like a weapon.

Before I get too far from what's really crawled up my ass today, let me explain what happened. We stood only meters from a space capsule, a bit bigger than the ones I used to use. It didn't have the Ginyu Special Corps. insignia on it, no, instead, it had to bear Frieza's mark. You can only imagine how startled I was to find remnants of my past "Master" on my new home. Like everyone could hear my thoughts, they stared at me, as if I new the answers! Didn't I look just as surprised to see it? Maybe not, because even though I was completely caught off guard at the sight of the sign, something small was pestering me at the back of my mind, screaming things like "I told you the peace was all too welcoming!" or "Maybe next time you shouldn't leave a man's job to a child!" Of course, the "mini-mind" at the back of my head was referring to Kakarrot like he didn't finish the job on Namek like he, or I, was supposed to. But of course, that was a long time ago...

Then the capsule opened, and steam poured out of it. Another surprise to add to the ordeal was that the capsule seemed damaged. The door didn't open smoothly like they were built to do, instead it fell open, and it appeared to have been attached to the capsule with an odd looking slime rather than bolts. And like expected, we were to fight for hours on end with some odd beatle-like creatures the size of leopards that came by the thousands. How they all fit inside is beyond me, but when they first came out, they appeared like normal bugs, but as they began to approach our little troupe, they grew. They were no trouble at all, even to weak, little Krillin, in small groups of four or less. But they came in hordes, and we all left the battlefield not five minutes ago, tired beyond hell, and wounded.

So here I am, expecting no less than a good shouting when I show my battered face to my mate again. She warned me not to go, at first fearing for my health. Of course I would go! Does she know me at all! Then her begging turned into a giant rant of how I never saw her because I was either training or warding off some alien. So I left earlier, with a red mark on my face. The woman is weak, but when she's angry, Kami help anyone in her way, especially me.

Interesting enough, my mate didn't seem to have waited for me. She'd normally sit in a lounge chair with a robe on and seemed to appear at just the right time, but no Bulma could be seen. Then an odd scent passed through my senses, vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place it. My question was answered as I passed through the house in the dark and managed to step on something and it shattered, it's broken glass boring through my tattered boots and into my foot. I barely suppressed a moan as my foot bled. Reluctantly, I turned on a nearby lamp to discover that it had indeed been a beer bottle. My first thought turned to Trunks as once I caught him with Goten and a few other friends drinking while Bulma, Bura, and I were running errands.

But it couldn't have been him, Trunks was over at some friends house while Bura was staying with her grandmother. Again, like some unknown force whispered my thoughts to anyone who cared to hear, I heard some footsteps coming from the kitchen, along with a small crash. I run to the source of the noise and turn on a light to see Bulma staggering around the kitchen with yet another bottle of liquor in her hand. Her face was tear stained and she obviously wasn't sober. She sees me and is about to say something when she trips and falls to the floor. I help her up, but she starts to slap me and screams incoherently. I sit her down on the counter and then starts screaming even louder, but this time I can understand what she's saying.

"You jerk! How dare you just leave like that and be home all late!" Every breath coming from her is fragrant with alcohol, she was slurring also. "I'm so tired of you coming home late, and never coming and seeing me!"

She tries to slap me again but I catch her wrist and glare at her. Her struggles become more violent as she starts to kick viciously. As I glare at her she sports a more fearful look, and starts screaming for help. I said before that the woman can be quite an opposition when angry, but now was different. She was almost breaking my grip and her kicks were starting to sting a bit. Alcohol is a powerful motive, though I'm still weak from the fight before, it seems to make her a bit stronger. Without warning she takes the bottle of liquor she's holding and smashes it on my head. The fazes me a bit and she gets away, practically throwing herself over the counter over to the wooden block that holds all of the knives. She desperately pulls a slim one out of the block and points it at me like a gun, her eyes wide with fear like I had threatened her, when I really I hadn't said a word. It was so unlike her to resort to drinking when really she would just run to her "secret" lab and relieve her tension there. Guess I had pushed my luck tonight.

I approached slowly with my hands raised. "Bulma, you aren't thinking straight. Please put the knife down before you have an accident!" I didn't say this as a threat, I said it as a plea; she was waving the blade around carelessly and this definitely could end with some spilt blood. I was close, only a few inches away from her. Soon I would be able to take the blade away from her. Her eyes grew increasingly wide.

"GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU FREAK!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, hurting my ears and dazing me ever so slightly. Though drunk, she saw this opportunity and drove the blade into my side. I then blacked out.

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Vegeta awoke to light from the window above him and a pool of blood surrounding him. He only vaguely remembered the events of last night and would've gone to yell at Bulma for being such an idiot but he lost too much blood to barely lift his hand. He stared around the kitchen and could barely see Bulma sitting against the counter on the other side. She appeared to be sleeping. Again, like on cue, her eyes fluttered open and she looked around the room also. She held her head as she stood up, using the counter for balance when Vegeta spoke, rather hoarsely.

"Are you alright?" He would have yelled at her if he had the strength, but at the moment he felt only concern for the woman who had emotionally broke down last night. Maybe it was the blood loss, or maybe it was true concern. She looked toward him and her eyes widened in a similar sense to the night before. But it was fear for him. The pool around him was much too big for her liking. Without hesitation she ran over to him and began to cry.

"V-vegeta! What h-happened!" she lifted his head and looked at his face.

Somewhere or another, Vegeta finally found the strength to voice himself truthfully. "You stabbed me, you stupid bitch! You trashed yourself and nearly killed me!"

She stared at him in shock, clearly unaware of the bloody events that took place before. Then she sported an angry demeanor while wrapping his wound, "I wouldn't have gotten trashed if you hadn't decided to leave like the bastard that you are!"

He stared in awe at his mate. How stupid could one get?
"I had to leave, you stupid whore! What if it were a threat! If you haven't noticed, you're not the only one who left a wound on my last night!"

"That doesn't mean you have to leave right away! What about me, Vegeta! I'm your wife, and you ARE supposed to spend some time with me! Why didn't you just mate with the Gravitron instead! At least you spend some SOME time with it!"

Vegeta stood, coursing with rage and at his limit, "Okay, fine! I left rather quickly! Was that any reason to impale me? Shit!" he grasped his wound as he had stood a bit too quickly.

"I wouldn't have stabbed you if you hadn't left! Kami, Vegeta, I'm sick of your shit! You probably just mated with me to have kids and carry your stupid bloodline!"

"How dare you! If you felt that way, believe me you definitely had the option to decline my offer!"

"Better late than never, you ignorant bastard! Take Trunks and get out of my sight!" She shrieked while tears ran down her cheeks.

Vegeta stared, awe-struck at her. "You...You're serious!"

"Yes, Vegeta!" she sobbed, "I'm sick of having these painful conversations with you! On Vegeta-sei you may not have had to spend time with your mates, but you're on Earth now! Get used to it!" She crossed her arms in a conclusive fashion and then pointed to the door.