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A/N: This is my thirteenth fic, but my first fic/story on Bulma/Vegeta. So, I hope I did well with this couple. I actually plan on doing a story or two on this pairing and I wanted to test myself and see if there's anything I need to work on, like whether or not I have them in character, things like that. So, please review and tell me your thoughts. Read, Review, and Enjoy. Oh, and by the way, this is going to be a twoshot at least that's what I'm aiming for. I don't want it to be longer than 7 chapters so, we'll see. I did spell check, but if you see any errors, please let me know so I can change them.

Bulma looked down at the white stick in her trembling hands and sighed. So, her assumption was correct, but how could this have happen? She made sure to be cautious. Extra cautious. But, how could this have happen even after all the precautions she took not to get pregnant? She just didn't understand and nothing seemed to make sense. She was definitely on the pill and on top of that, she hasn't missed a day. She made sure she took them on time, which was daily.

'Oh well,' she thought to herself, 'It's no use in trying to figure out how it happened.'

The only thing she should be figuring out was how she was going to tell Vegeta and how he'd react. No doubt he'd be pissed and he'd probably avoid her for however long, but who knows. She let out another sigh as she threw the small, white stick in the trash, stood up, and then exited the bathroom and then exited her room afterwards. Just what exactly was she going to say? She needed to figure out how she was going to tell him. He would be done training in an hour or so, so she had plenty of time to think. She entered the kitchen and lightly smiled when she saw her mother setting out plates of food.

"Good morning mom."

"Good morning darling. How did you sleep last night?"

"I slept well. How about you? "

"Oh, the same dear. Why don't you go get that lovely Vegeta and tell him Breakfast's ready."

Bulma inwardly cursed. She didn't want to face him just yet, at least not until she knew how to tell him.

"Sure Mom. "

"Thanks dear."

She nodded and exited the kitchen, then exited the house before making her way over to the GR.

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Vegeta grunted as one of his own attacks skimmed past him, hitting the back of GR; A small explosion following afterwards on contact.

'Dang it. I'm too exhausted, my movements are getting slower,' he mentally noted. He let out a aggravated grunt as he walked towards the control panel. Right after he shut it down, he felt a familiar ki. A ki he didn't want to be around right now. He rolled his eyes as he heard her knock on the door. He thought about ignoring her, but he decided against it. She'd jump at any opportunity to deprive him from using the GR.

"Vegeta! Open up!"

Vegeta shook his head. He'd never get any peace with the woman pestering him all the blasted time. He powered down and headed for the door. Once he reached it, he entered the password and waited for the door to slide open. Once it did, he was met with her impatient and slight uneasy expression.

"What do you want?"

"I don't think that's the proper way to greet some one. For a prince, you really don't have any manners, now do you?"

He released a short growl as he crossed his arms. He does not have the patience for this today.

"What do you want?," he repeated, tapping his fingers against his broad arms impatiently.

Bulma smirked, "You're no fun today, are you?"

He decided not to respond and began walking away.

"Vegeta!," she called at his retreating form.

He snorted as he continued walking, deciding not to respond or acknowledge that he heard her.

"Vegeta, wait!"

She let out a sigh as he continued to ignore her and before she knew it, she yelled out something she wasn't ready to tell him just yet, "Vegeta, I'm pregnant!"

Bulma immediately covered her mouth with her hands as she watched him still, as if frozen. It felt as if time suddenly stopped as she continued to stare at his back. For a while, no one said anything nor moved…

Until, he broke the silence.

"I know."

She jerked back in shock, doubting whether or not what she heard him say was true. "What?"

"I said, I know."

"Then if you knew, why didn't you say anything?"

He turned around to face her, his arms crossed, "Because, that's none of my business. The brat's your responsibility not mine. "

Her eyes widened in shock, before narrowing in anger, "None of your business?! I didn't get pregnant by myself, Vegeta. Incase you didn't notice, it takes two to make a baby."

"I told you I didn't want kids and weren't you supposedly on birth control?"

She gritted her teeth, still brewing in anger, as she stomped towards him, " Well, we don't always get what we want, now do we? And I'll have you know that the birth control obviously failed, why else would I be pregnant, genius?"

"Do you really want me to answer that?," he retorted sarcastically.

She growled, "Vegeta, you-"

"I don't have time for this or your problems. Like I said before, the brat's your responsibility, not mine."

She clenched her fist as she watched him walk away. This conversation wasn't over.