So is that it? [He lets go of her hand. Sure, seeing that pain in her eyes was awful. He doesn't want to hurt her. That's the last thing he wants, was to see her cry, see her curl up inside herself over something he doesn't see as such an issue to get completely and irrationally emotional over. Sure, it was probably hard. But he was here now, and Vegeta just doesn't understand why she thinks this has nothing to do with her whatsoever. He would have understood if she thought it was all a lie, it's a lot to absorb but to think that she was so far removed from her own destiny was ridiculous to him. It was like she accepted what he'd told her and then brushed it off to the side as if it didn't even matter, as if he and her own family didn't matter at all, simply because it wasn't a reality for her yet.]

So just because I'm not from your time means that nothing that happens matters? That our son and our daughter mean absolutely nothing to you whatsoever, and now all you want to do is run and hide from it? It wasn't my choice to bring you to this wretched village from before anything ever happened between us. Tell me, how is it that suddenly our roles have reversed so much that now I'm the one telling you to stop being so selfish on the subject?

[If Bulma was going to act like this, that was fine with him. He could easily go back to being a complete jerk about things. If this was what he had to do to connect what she knew of him and what he was now then he'd gladly do it. It's not like he'd stopped speaking like this to her ever since he came home finally, but it always had that understanding behind it. And he can rant with the best of them, never backing down to prove his point, and this would be no different.]