As soon as her eyes blinked open, she felt sick again. She sat up and a wave of dizziness washed over her. When she looked around the room, it didn't look right. Where was her master bathroom? Why was this bed a queen instead of a king? She heard the sounds of someone sleeping deeply beside her. Just when she felt the familiar taste of his name in her mouth, she flinched. It was not Vegeta laying naked across from her. It was Yamcha.

Last night came rushing back to her. It was filled with confusion and desire, but a different sort of desire than she was used to. It hadn't been a burning need like she had felt with Vegeta, but a sad, lonely feeling. All she had really wanted when she came to Yamcha's guest room was the familiar love of an old friend. But their embrace had become tighter, their hands searching, their lips touching. Everything had been hesitant at first, but then it had picked up momentum on its own accord. Bulma hadn't even really been thinking about what she was doing, it just happened.

When she had first been with Vegeta, it seemed like an accident afterwards, but during it she had known that she really wanted him, and her body had reveled in the feelings of submission she was sensing from him. He had stopped fighting it, and neither of them had dominated, they had acted on it together. There had been no bedroom involved that time, just a brief encounter in some rare-visited corridor. She knew no one would find them, because even when he was right in the center of their sensations, Vegeta was still tuned into everything else around him. That was what she had liked about him. His awareness. How calm and in control he was. He hadn't wanted to take over her, because he could feel the strength of her spirit. Even though she was fairly certain he had never been with another woman, he had acted like he knew what he was doing. Every touch with his hands or lips had been measured with a certain amount of restraint. Just enough to keep her there. She knew how strong he was, and she could feel that too, but it had been…She wasn't sure how he did it. There had been something about the way it felt, like they had a connection, but were not exactly sure what to do about it.

Whatever it was, Vegeta didn't stop there. She thought that after the first time he would be embarrassed or disgusted with himself, but he hadn't. The two of them had managed to get together four times after that, and the last time had been the most personal.

She couldn't talk to anybody. No one would understand; they didn't know him in the way that she knew him now. Any of her friends would just scoff and say "Vegeta? Yeah right…" But it was all too special and secretive to approach anyone with anyway. She was certain that Vegeta wasn't mentioning it. He was the kind of person that kept many things to himself. But she had started to unlock a few of those things on that final night. It was like he…

She suddenly saw Yamcha shift in his sleep. Maybe she should try to leave before he got up. If she wasn't gone, he might try to start something with her all over again. Or worse, he might ask her to marry him! It wasn't that she didn't love Yamcha, it was just…he didn't feel right. She had slept with him before, in fact he had been her first when she turned eighteen. And they had been in love…once. But she was getting a sneaking suspicion that he still loved her and might want her back. Even though Vegeta was somewhere else in the galaxy, she just couldn't force herself to love Yamcha that way again. Not after the fierce connection she had made with the Prince of Saiyans. Yamcha didn't have a clue about it, either. Sure, he knew that Bulma had started having feelings for Vegeta, but he didn't know that they had led her anywhere. He also didn't know that Vegeta would smile (however sly and cocky it was) at her when she pretended not to notice. Or how they didn't need anything physical to be able to sense things about one another. All they had to do was stand in the same room and "feel each other out". She didn't have that with Yamcha. She didn't understand him like she understood Vegeta.

Vegeta had been at Capsule Corp. for two whole years before Yamcha got wished back to life. Slowly and painstakingly, she had built a trust with him. He had still thought she was a household servant because she was the only one who would give him things he wanted and ask what he needed. She really hadn't minded for awhile, as long as he had been acknowledging her. It was strange for her to act that way though. All her life she had other people serving her, why did she care what he wanted or needed? It was only after he had come back from searching for Goku that he realized who she was. When she had told him that she had known Goku since he was a kid, she saw a spark of recognition in his eyes. He knew then that she was that annoying girl on Namek who's life he had considered taking. All he cared about back then was getting the Dragonball.

Suddenly Bulma wondered something to herself. If he had killed her, would she still be in the Otherworld now? Would they have wished her back? A horrible feeling of despair welled up within her. She wasn't sure if they would have. Goku loved her, but she never really saw much of him anymore. Krillin, Roshi, Oolong and Puar… Did any of them really care about her that much?

The sickness inside of her intensified, and she stood up, gulping in deep breaths. Would Yamcha himself even wish her back? She stumbled to the door in her underclothes. Stupid morning sickness. That was something else Yamcha didn't know about. Her despair retreated a little, only to be replaced with guilt. What had she done? What would Yamcha say when she told him… And Vegeta? He was bound to come back eventually. Would he even care that she had slept with Yamcha while she was carrying his child? A large part of her knew that he would, and it wouldn't be a pretty scene. She was carrying royalty, a child of a Saiyan prince. To sleep with someone else, it just seemed wrong. But she had done it because she wasn't sure if he really cared about her. He did leave, after all. But the things that had happened the night before he left… There was just no way he couldn't care! He had acted different that time. He had been so slow and thorough, and he had whispered her name and kissed her deeper than ever. Deep feelings were reflected in his eyes, and she could sense that he had wanted to say something important to her, but he couldn't quite figure out how. When he left he had told her that he needed to "sort some things out."

Two weeks later she had found out that she was going to have his baby. She was excited and scared at the same time. Something inside of her told her that Vegeta knew. She wasn't sure how, but she could sense that somewhere up in space, he knew that she was all the way over on Earth, pregnant with his child. She also felt strongly that it was a boy. Almost like he knew what he was doing, and that he wanted her to make a son.

When she thought about that, the need to be sick returned, and she opened the door. Frantically she searched for a bathroom. 'Dang it, where in the house am I?' she thought. 'Oh, there's one.'

She was just flushing the toilet when she heard Yamcha's voice.

"Bulma? Are-are you okay? What happened?"

'He must have seen me rush out of there in my underwear,' she thought. 'Oh great. I'm going to have to tell him sooner or later. Or I'll start to show and he'll think it's his baby.' For a fleeting moment she wondered what it would've been like if it had been Yamcha's child. He certainly would have made a better dad. Maybe she could wait awhile and… but no, something still told her that Vegeta knew. She wouldn't want to face him if she had tried to pass his son off as Yamcha's. And their son would be a Saiyan anyway. There it was again…a son. Somehow she knew. She was three months along now, and only recently had she sensed that it was a boy. For two months it had been a girl; all babies were until they got the gene that defined their gender in the third month. To think that she had been carrying around Vegeta's daughter for two months. Now it was a boy, she was almost positive. She did have the ability to sense power levels a little. She concentrated, ignoring Yamcha's worried voice. Yes, there it was. That was him, her son. He felt stronger than her! At three months? Wow, Vegeta would be pleased.

"Um, I'll be out in a second, Yamcha."

"Okay. Are you sick? You were perfectly fine last night. It doesn't make any sense…"

Bulma let him ponder that for awhile. She would have plenty of time to get her thoughts in order; Yamcha was a slow thinker. Couldn't it simply occur to him that she had the flu, and it had been dormant in her body until this morning? He was no genius, that was for sure. But he was kind. Too kind. Bulma herself could be really selfish at times and even mean. It would take all of the spirit out of someone like Yamcha. She really was doing him a favor, if she thought about it. He had to realize that they just weren't compatible. She could tear him apart emotionally. She swallowed hard, and stood up.

"Yamcha, I need to tell you something." She heard him chuckle on the other side of the door.

"Are you going to tell me that you want me back? Because I was thinking and… maybe we should be together. I mean, we have always-"

"Yamcha." She opened the door forcefully.

She swallowed again. He was right there next to her, smiling. He didn't have a single inkling. Couldn't he remember how much she was looking at Vegeta? Didn't he know by now that she always acted on her wishes? She got what she wanted; she made it happen. That was who she was. 'This would be so much easier if he at least had the idea that… Well, I did sleep with him last night.' She shuddered.

"Yamcha, what happened last night shouldn't have happened, okay? I was upset and lonely. Yamcha, I love Vegeta and I'm-"

"You WHAT? You LOVE him? What in the world? Bulma, you don't even know the guy. He's bad news! How could you say that you-"

"Yamcha! I do know him, okay? Give me your hand."

"What? My hand…"

"Just DO it!" She lay his hand a little bit below her stomach, on her womb. He blushed, not knowing what was going to happen next.

"Now focus. Focus really hard. Can you feel that?" She stared at Yamcha as he closed his eyes and focused. Then his eyes flew open.

"That energy! That's from a Saiyan! And it's…oh, my gosh…Uh…"

"Yes, Yamcha. I'm pregnant with Vegeta's son. We made this together, he and I. You don't know how it feels. He's so different with me, he's so-"

"Stop! Bulma, I can't…I need to be alone for awhile, okay?" He took a deep breath. "This is…whoa…Hey, let me just ask you one thing." She cringed.

"What is it?"

"Why?"

Bulma narrowed her eyes. "Why Vegeta? Well, I just-"

"No! Why ME?! Why did you sleep with me after you and… Oh, I think I'm gonna be sick. He could kill me. He's gonna KILL me Bulma! I'm as good as dead. No, wait. Don't tell me he actually cares about you?! Oh, I'm so dead…"

"Yamcha, calm down. Nobody is going to kill anybody, okay? I'll make sure that-"

"You'll make sure what? That he doesn't kill me? What, are you going to walk up to him and say 'Oh, Vegeta dear, don't kill him, we were just fooling around. Just do this for me honey'?"

"For one thing, I don't call him 'dear' and 'honey'. And, it will be okay. You're going to have to trust me. I'll talk to him. He does listen to me."

"Are you out of your mind?!"

"No, I mean it. I have a certain way of handling him."

"What, you don't think he will be mad at you too?"

"He will, but I'm not afraid of him, Yamcha. We have something together, that you couldn't know about."

"No, I couldn't. I couldn't know about ANYTHING because you didn't TELL me!"

"Well, we were split up when I started to get together with him."

"That's good to know. Ya got anything else important that you wanna tell me? Because I'm leaving. There is no way I'm sticking around here."

"No, there is nothing else you need to know, Yamcha. I'm really sorry. I was just upset because he left."

'Wait a minute, he left you and you still love him?"

"He went into space to train. That's what he does. He wasn't getting what he needed here."

Yamcha's eyes narrowed.

"Oh, he was getting-"

"Don't you DARE finish that sentence, Yamcha." He stepped back from her. "Fine. But I am leaving."

"I know." Her eyes went to the ground. "Last night was stupid…"

"It wasn't for me… I thought…" She looked back at him, and his eyes were filling with tears. Her eyes grew damp too.

"I'm so sorry, I should have told you."

"Bulma, how do you know he is even coming back?"

She sighed. "I think he knows I am carrying his son. He will come back, eventually. And I will be ready for him."

"Okay, but don't think I'll take you back if he doesn't ever want to look at your face again…" He trailed off then looked at her closely. "He better not hurt you though."

"He won't. And if he does leave again, I guess I'll find some way to deal with it. I'll still have his son, anyway. I'll be alright, Yamcha. Again, I'm sorry. I was just being selfish, like always. You deserve better than me."

"I don't think you are a horrible person, Bulma. I never did."

"Would you…would you wish me back with the Dragonballs if I died?"

"You know I would." He smiled a little.

"Even after…"

"Even after all that's happened. I'll always be your friend. But I can't ever be more than that again. Not after you've been with Vegeta."

"I know. You don't want to get killed again, right?" She laughed.

"Does he really care enough about you to kill me?"

"Well, he is a little possessive. But I can handle it."

"I hope you know what you doing." He made a move to hug her, but then thought better of it. He pointed at her belly.

"Take care of yourself, okay? And just because I'm leaving, doesn't mean I won't be a phone call away. I can't make myself hate you, no matter what happens."

Bulma smiled. "You're a good person, Yamcha. I hope you find a woman who is just as good as you someday."

"I thought I did."

"You were wrong. I'm not that great. Look what I did to you."

"Well anyway, see ya." He turned around and went back into the bedroom. Bulma sighed. At least that part was over. Though she was afraid that what she had ahead of her would be much more difficult.