Trunks, the first legacy
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Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ and I hate writing these things, damnit.
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A/N: This story is about the pregnancy of Trunks.
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It was a rainy day, as where many days during the past month of April. Bulma was sitting on the couch watching TV. She was going through some sort of problem but everyone just thought she was having "that damn monthly thingy that makes her all moody" as Vegeta put it so they left her alone. Little did they know that it was quite the opposite, she hadn't had "that damn monthly thingy that makes her all moody" in three months. She had gone to the doctor earlier that day and found out what she guessed, she was bearing a child.
This would not have bothered her that much if it was Yamcha's child, but they hadn't slept together since before the whole incident with King Cold. That only left one person left in the house possible, Vegeta. She cursed herself quietly for that stupid drunken night, even if she wasn't completely drunk she didn't care. And since she was Pro-Life she would have to tell Vegeta.
"Well" she said to herself "I can at least make this part fun."
She decided that today would be the perfect day to do this, since Yamcha was out (probably with one of his fangirl friends that shower him with gifts, the pig) she could break it to him slowly later. She got up and went into the kitchen and saw her mom at the stove, cooking up a storm.
"Mom, you look tired, go lay down," Bulma said.
"YIPPES" Mrs. Briefs screamed "O, sorry Bulma, I'm fine, go on your way, I have to finish this."
"No you go Mom, I got this"
"Are you sure? You never had much of a talent for cooking."
"YES GOD DAMNIT I GOT IT!!!!" Bulma hollered.
"Ok, I'll go lay down." Mrs. Briefs said in her usual ditsy voice.
Finally alone she looked out the window as she started to stir the spaghetti sauce for dinner tonight. Out the window she could see the GR. and through a small porthole Vegeta training. She hit a button next to the window and instead of the dreary rainy day she saw inside the red lit GR. A month beforehand she had implanted this and a communicator inside of the GR. to keep an eye on him wile he was training. She looked at the father of her child with some grim satisfaction and odd fondness.
"This may not be so bad after all." She said, then quickly laughed at herself for being so stupid. She knew this was going to be hell.
"May as well soften the blow." She mumbled and dumped some tasteless night-cough tablets in the sauce to make sure there where no explosions at the dinner table when she delivered the 'happy' news, called her mom, dad, and then hit a button that would turn of the GR. And went in to set the table for what would be an interesting dinner
It was a rainy day, as where many days during the past month of April. Bulma was sitting on the couch watching TV. She was going through some sort of problem but everyone just thought she was having "that damn monthly thingy that makes her all moody" as Vegeta put it so they left her alone. Little did they know that it was quite the opposite, she hadn't had "that damn monthly thingy that makes her all moody" in three months. She had gone to the doctor earlier that day and found out what she guessed, she was bearing a child.
This would not have bothered her that much if it was Yamcha's child, but they hadn't slept together since before the whole incident with King Cold. That only left one person left in the house possible, Vegeta. She cursed herself quietly for that stupid drunken night, even if she wasn't completely drunk she didn't care. And since she was Pro-Life she would have to tell Vegeta.
"Well" she said to herself "I can at least make this part fun."
She decided that today would be the perfect day to do this, since Yamcha was out (probably with one of his fangirl friends that shower him with gifts, the pig) she could break it to him slowly later. She got up and went into the kitchen and saw her mom at the stove, cooking up a storm.
"Mom, you look tired, go lay down," Bulma said.
"YIPPES" Mrs. Briefs screamed "O, sorry Bulma, I'm fine, go on your way, I have to finish this."
"No you go Mom, I got this"
"Are you sure? You never had much of a talent for cooking."
"YES GOD DAMNIT I GOT IT!!!!" Bulma hollered.
"Ok, I'll go lay down." Mrs. Briefs said in her usual ditsy voice.
Finally alone she looked out the window as she started to stir the spaghetti sauce for dinner tonight. Out the window she could see the GR. and through a small porthole Vegeta training. She hit a button next to the window and instead of the dreary rainy day she saw inside the red lit GR. A month beforehand she had implanted this and a communicator inside of the GR. to keep an eye on him wile he was training. She looked at the father of her child with some grim satisfaction and odd fondness.
"This may not be so bad after all." She said, then quickly laughed at herself for being so stupid. She knew this was going to be hell.
"May as well soften the blow." She mumbled and dumped some tasteless night-cough tablets in the sauce to make sure there where no explosions at the dinner table when she delivered the 'happy' news, called her mom, dad, and then hit a button that would turn of the GR. And went in to set the table for what would be an interesting dinner