Those Infernal Mood Swings!
A/B- This is a crazy idea I got while very bored and very sick. It takes place during the nine months that Bulma is pregnant with Bra. Semi A/U, and it'll just be ideas that flow from my..er...fingers. But anyways, this is my first B/V type fic, so please R and R and tell me what you think.
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It all started with those cursed three words.
He'd heard them before from her, in the bearing of his first son. Of course, he'd put them behind him as a thing of the past; never to be heard again.
Of course, he was wrong.
"Vegeta...I'm pregnant. "
The warmth in his lap from the eggs that had dropped out of his mouth was hardly noticed as the Saiyan no Ouji's eyes bugged. For a moment, one might even swear his hair got a little spikier. Bulma bit into her lower lip, folding her arms behind her nervously and shifting uncomfortably in the silence that blanketed the room. She stared hard at Vegeta, urging him with her eyes to say something rather than sit there and look like a dying fish, fork frozen in midair.
His lips began to motor, but no sound came out. Bulma sighed, and lifted a hand to her face, rubbing her temples.
"That's what I thought you'd say. "
Vegeta blinked at this, something in his mind clicking and dragging him back to reality. Being the prince of all saiyans, it was in his nature to defend his pride and whatnot from anything, verbal or physical. And his onna had simply assumed that she knew his reaction to the fact that she would bear young again? Certainly not. He forced a smirk over his scrambled egg-crusted lips.
"Excellent. Another son to train. Should be interesting to watch Trunks and the brat spar. "
Now it was Bulma's turn to smirk. Unbeknownst to Vegeta, she was three months pregnant. His ability to notice this was of course hindered by the fact that he had been training Trunks night and day, day and night until the poor boy could barely move even his eyelids. Then Vegeta would kick him out of the gravity room and continue training by himself, until the need for food arose. Then with the thundering cry of "WOMAN! FOOD. NOW.", he would emerge. But he hardly took note of much else.
Vegeta arched a brow at the smirk that spread across Bulma's face, at the same time noticing the little pile of eggs that lay in his lap. He mentally cursed himself, but kept his cool attitude, resting one elbow on the table.
"And what is THAT look for, woman..?"
Bulma smiled matter-of-factly, held up one finger, and turned for the living room. Vegeta blinked upon hearing the rustling of bags and boxes before she returned, holding a bag that was from some women's and children's clothing store. Resting one hand on one jeans-clad hip, Bulma waved the bag at Vegeta, who growled and snatched at it, pulling it open.
"What..is...THIS?!"
He blinked stupidly, and pulled out a frilly red thing that looked like a tu-tu for some freakishly porn-oriented ballerina. He dangled it in front of his face, and cocked a brow at Bulma, who shook her head and pointed to the bag again, running a hand through her hair and grinning proudly.
Too busy glaring at Bulma's sly-ness to look down, he stuffed his hand back into the bag and dug around, until his hand brushed against fabric. He yanked it out, and his eyes bulged and he gasped, holding the thing as far away from him as he could without dropping it onto the table and into his breakfast.
In his hand was a little pink dress, that looked only big enough to fit an infant, with little floral patterns and teddy bears and butterflies and all little things femenine stitched into it. Vegeta slowly raised his aching and bugging eyes to Bulma who simply nodded, that little triumphant grin still upon her face.
Trunks conveniently chose this time to come bounding down the stairs and leap onto his mother, who nearly topped backwards with the weight. Oomphing, she slid her arms around her son in a tight embrace before setting him down and ruffling his lavender hair. Glancing up at Vegeta, who was still staring dumbly at the little pink dress, she sighed.
Putting on her 'Mommy' smile, she lowered her gaze to Trunks and lightly took one of his hands. She gently placed it upon her stomach, leaving him blinking.
"Trunks, honey... I have something to tell you..."
"Oh, no! Mom, are you dying?! Do you need me to get the dragonballs?!" His eyes were wide with childish fright, and Bulma shook her head and chuckled, resting her other hand atop his head.
"No, no! Nothing like that. Trunks... You're going to be a big brother...!"
Trunks blinked, then a big grin formed over his face and he leapt into the air joyously. He ran around his mother in circles, examining her all over before stopping in front of her and lightly poking her stomach.
"Whatcha gonna name 'im, huh, 'kaasan?" His blue eyes were wide with curiosity.
"Well, Trunks," she started, glancing at Vegeta again, who was beginning to pale a bit over there, STILL staring at the dress that he held in front of him, "HER name will be Bra. "
With that, Vegeta fell face first into the rest of his eggs.
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A/N: Well, there's the first chapter. Please please review and tell me what you think...
A/B- This is a crazy idea I got while very bored and very sick. It takes place during the nine months that Bulma is pregnant with Bra. Semi A/U, and it'll just be ideas that flow from my..er...fingers. But anyways, this is my first B/V type fic, so please R and R and tell me what you think.
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It all started with those cursed three words.
He'd heard them before from her, in the bearing of his first son. Of course, he'd put them behind him as a thing of the past; never to be heard again.
Of course, he was wrong.
"Vegeta...I'm pregnant. "
The warmth in his lap from the eggs that had dropped out of his mouth was hardly noticed as the Saiyan no Ouji's eyes bugged. For a moment, one might even swear his hair got a little spikier. Bulma bit into her lower lip, folding her arms behind her nervously and shifting uncomfortably in the silence that blanketed the room. She stared hard at Vegeta, urging him with her eyes to say something rather than sit there and look like a dying fish, fork frozen in midair.
His lips began to motor, but no sound came out. Bulma sighed, and lifted a hand to her face, rubbing her temples.
"That's what I thought you'd say. "
Vegeta blinked at this, something in his mind clicking and dragging him back to reality. Being the prince of all saiyans, it was in his nature to defend his pride and whatnot from anything, verbal or physical. And his onna had simply assumed that she knew his reaction to the fact that she would bear young again? Certainly not. He forced a smirk over his scrambled egg-crusted lips.
"Excellent. Another son to train. Should be interesting to watch Trunks and the brat spar. "
Now it was Bulma's turn to smirk. Unbeknownst to Vegeta, she was three months pregnant. His ability to notice this was of course hindered by the fact that he had been training Trunks night and day, day and night until the poor boy could barely move even his eyelids. Then Vegeta would kick him out of the gravity room and continue training by himself, until the need for food arose. Then with the thundering cry of "WOMAN! FOOD. NOW.", he would emerge. But he hardly took note of much else.
Vegeta arched a brow at the smirk that spread across Bulma's face, at the same time noticing the little pile of eggs that lay in his lap. He mentally cursed himself, but kept his cool attitude, resting one elbow on the table.
"And what is THAT look for, woman..?"
Bulma smiled matter-of-factly, held up one finger, and turned for the living room. Vegeta blinked upon hearing the rustling of bags and boxes before she returned, holding a bag that was from some women's and children's clothing store. Resting one hand on one jeans-clad hip, Bulma waved the bag at Vegeta, who growled and snatched at it, pulling it open.
"What..is...THIS?!"
He blinked stupidly, and pulled out a frilly red thing that looked like a tu-tu for some freakishly porn-oriented ballerina. He dangled it in front of his face, and cocked a brow at Bulma, who shook her head and pointed to the bag again, running a hand through her hair and grinning proudly.
Too busy glaring at Bulma's sly-ness to look down, he stuffed his hand back into the bag and dug around, until his hand brushed against fabric. He yanked it out, and his eyes bulged and he gasped, holding the thing as far away from him as he could without dropping it onto the table and into his breakfast.
In his hand was a little pink dress, that looked only big enough to fit an infant, with little floral patterns and teddy bears and butterflies and all little things femenine stitched into it. Vegeta slowly raised his aching and bugging eyes to Bulma who simply nodded, that little triumphant grin still upon her face.
Trunks conveniently chose this time to come bounding down the stairs and leap onto his mother, who nearly topped backwards with the weight. Oomphing, she slid her arms around her son in a tight embrace before setting him down and ruffling his lavender hair. Glancing up at Vegeta, who was still staring dumbly at the little pink dress, she sighed.
Putting on her 'Mommy' smile, she lowered her gaze to Trunks and lightly took one of his hands. She gently placed it upon her stomach, leaving him blinking.
"Trunks, honey... I have something to tell you..."
"Oh, no! Mom, are you dying?! Do you need me to get the dragonballs?!" His eyes were wide with childish fright, and Bulma shook her head and chuckled, resting her other hand atop his head.
"No, no! Nothing like that. Trunks... You're going to be a big brother...!"
Trunks blinked, then a big grin formed over his face and he leapt into the air joyously. He ran around his mother in circles, examining her all over before stopping in front of her and lightly poking her stomach.
"Whatcha gonna name 'im, huh, 'kaasan?" His blue eyes were wide with curiosity.
"Well, Trunks," she started, glancing at Vegeta again, who was beginning to pale a bit over there, STILL staring at the dress that he held in front of him, "HER name will be Bra. "
With that, Vegeta fell face first into the rest of his eggs.
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A/N: Well, there's the first chapter. Please please review and tell me what you think...