A/N - - OK, so I feel like there are a lot of fics floating around about the 3 year gap and how Vegeta got together with Bulma and Trunks, but not so many about them with Bra/Bulla as a baby. I wanted to rectify that. I've tried to stay true to canon as much as possible (with a few creative liberties), but with Super out now... I have no idea how that affects Bulla's age. I'll try my best. Just know it may be a little off. Hope you enjoy! Just remember, reviews make my little heart go pitter patter...

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Bulma blinked down at two faint pink lines. She inhaled. Exhaled. Setting the stick down onto the vanity, she stared at herself in the mirror. Fine lines trailed away from her sapphire eyes and around the edges of her lips. She turned this way and that, examining herself with a grim acceptance.

"I'm too old for this," she sighed.

Picking up the stick again, she glanced down and shrugged her shoulders.

"Well, he's just going to love waking up to this news," Bulma said, wearily.

Taking the test stick with her, she strode from their bathroom and into the bedroom she had shared with Vegeta for over ten years.

/\/\

Cold sweat clung to Vegeta's skin as he felt Bulma's ki move nearer to their bed. He feigned sleep, keeping his eyes softly shut. Nervous shock ran through his system.

The woman still hasn't said a word about the...new development between us. She must not yet realize...his thoughts raced.

Vegeta groaned when her body eased into the bed. She didn't roll over to be near him and Vegeta felt the loss of her body warmth keenly. He could also feel the small, glowing ki of new life emanating from her womb.

Another baby... at our age... How am I going to break it to her?

He'd first felt the faint energy signature exactly six days ago. Bulma had lain still beneath him, their bodies slick with the perspiration generated during their heated afternoon sex. He'd felt it then...the additional ki in the room. It had graced the corners of his mind like a whisper. At first, he'd tensed, afraid an interloper had interrupted their private time, but then Vegeta had realized the ki emanated from within Bulma's body, separate yet mingled with her own energy.

Six days he'd carried that knowledge and every day the babe's energy had grown slightly stronger. This was really happening. It wasn't all in his head. Bulma was pregnant again. Vegeta felt his mouth go dry and his heart raced in his chest. He needed to tell her. She may not have even noticed the small increase in the size of her already voluptuous breasts or the way she'd eaten a little extra at dinner the last few nights.

He sighed, opening his black eyes.

"Bulma... "

He felt her shift and turn toward him.

"Vegeta, I-"

"Bulma you're-"

"Pregnant." The word issued from both their lips at the same moment.

He rolled over to look at her, resting his head on his bicep. His black eyebrows raised in question.

"You knew?" Bulma said, her surprise genuine.

Vegeta grunted an assent and looked up at the ceiling.

"How?"

"I can feel the babe's ki," he huffed.

Amazement tinged Bulma's eyes when Vegeta glanced her way again.

"When did you find out? Have you been keeping this from me?" Vegeta asked darkly.

"I thought you already knew." Bulma arched an eyebrow and a smirk found its way to her lips, but her eyes held a tiredness that concerned Vegeta.

He frowned and remained silent.

Sighing, she reached over to her nightstand and retrieved a small stick. Vegeta's nose wrinkled at the lingering scent of urine that carried with the gesture.

"A positive pregnancy test," she chuckled. "Now that's something I'd never thought I'd see again."

"A pregnancy test? You mean you humans piss on that contraption?"

Bulma nodded and scowled when she saw Vegeta pinching his nose to shield himself from the scent. She rolled her eyes and put the test back on the nightstand. When she didn't look at him, he grew tense. Her eyes stared at a shadowy corner of their room.

Even after six days of getting used to the idea of another child, Vegeta still had no idea what to say to her. Both just into their forties, they had just gotten used to having a pre-teenager. Now...they had to figure out how to deal with an infant all over again.

"Chi Chi will never let me hear the end of this," Bulma finally said. "To think, us having another baby just after she and Goku became grandparents."

"Tch," Vegeta scowled. "It's not our fault those low-class, hormonal clowns had offspring so abominably early in life."

"They're the hormonal ones?" Bulma asked.

Vegeta couldn't stop the blush that colored his cheeks. "We're...We just... Oh shut up, Woman."

She laughed and curled into his chest, wrapping her arms around his muscular frame. He sucked in a breath as her scent enveloped him. His racing heart slowed and he relaxed.

"We can do this," she breathed. "We've done it before."

Vegeta closed his eyes. She had done it before. He hadn't been there for Bulma when Trunks was born. Hell, he hadn't even known she was pregnant and had given him a son until he returned shortly before the androids came over ten years ago. He had never been there for the very beginning of a child's life. This time around, he would be present for every milestone...every new experience. Even though their eleven year old son was asleep down the hall, to Vegeta this pregnancy felt like the first one ever.

"Vegeta?" Bulma's voice sounded quiet and distant. "Are you...upset?"

Pain laced his heart at the tentative stress in her tone. Groaning, he tightened his arms about her body and buried his face into her neck. "No, Woman. I'm not upset."

/\/\

Bulma was happy. Truly. At least, she thought she was. Leaning against the kitchen counter, she brought her coffee to her lips and took a sip. Sudden realization hitting her, she flung herself around and spat the caffeinated liquid into the sink.

"What a shame," she grimaced, knowing that foregoing her daily habit of four or five cups of coffee was going to hit her like a ton of bricks by the end of the week.

"Everything alright, dear?" A saccharine voice cut through Bulma's thoughts.

She turned around to see her mother waltz into the kitchen with a tray of freshly baked pastries from Bulma's favorite bakery. Her sense of smell had already increased to a ridiculous level and her mouth watered at the decadent intrusion.

"Morning, Mom," Bulma chimed, trying to keep her ravenous hunger under wraps.

"Did I just see you throw up in the sink?" Mrs. Briefs offered her daughter a level stare-an actual stare with blue eyes wide open.

Bulma blanched and laughed, "My coffee was a way too hot! Burned the inside of my mouth."

Mrs. Briefs closed her eyes and laid the tray of pastries into the family table. "Be careful, dear."

Vegeta rounded the corner from the living room and reached out to grab a handful of the confectionaries, but Mrs. Briefs swatted at his hand.

"Ah uh, Vegeta. Not until our sweet Trunks wakes up."

A vein popped out on Vegeta's forehead and Bulma snickered at the familiar, murderous glare he directed toward her mother. He slumped into a chair and crossed his arms, the fingers of his left hand tapping wildly on his arms.

"Here," Bulma said, refilling her now empty mug and placing it before him.

His fingers brushed hers as he took hold of the handle. Bulma stiffened in shock. Vegeta never touched her in front of others-at least not unless he was feeling exceptionally sentimental...which was virtually never...

She quickly withdrew her hand and set about helping her mother chop up fruit to go with the pastries. Ten minutes later, her bedraggled son drudged into the room. Trunks scratched the back of his head and yawned as he fell into the chair to Vegeta's right.

"Moooorning," Trunks droned.

"Morning, my angel!" Mrs. Briefs chirruped, stepping around the table to ruffle the unkempt lavender hair.

"Hey, sweetie," Bulma greeted.

Vegeta glanced Trunks' way-his typical acknowledgement of their son's presence at the breakfast table.

Bulma noticed how long her son's hair had grown and a memory of Mirai Trunks flashed through her mind. He was growing up so fast. And now...she was about to start the process all over again with a new baby. Anxiety and fear welled up in her chest-catching her off guard. Though she was healthy and strong, Bulma has just turned forty and knew that carrying children so late in life was usually high risk in the best of cases.

"You alright, Mom?" Trunks asked, reaching out to the tray of pastries as he glanced up at her.

"Just didn't sleep well," she said, waving a hand.

Vegeta was staring intensely at her. Bulma felt a wave of nausea rush through her stomach.

"I think I may go back and lie down for a while," she said. "Maybe take a day off."

Mrs. Briefs cocked her head and pouted. "Do you need me to grab any medicine for you from the store today, dear?"

"I'll be fine. I think I'm just tired," Bulma said.

She could feel the weight of her husband's stare on her back as she rounded the corner. As soon as she was out of sight of her family, she sped up her pace to make it to her bathroom. The full gravity of their situation sunk in as she hung her head over the toilet, throwing up the nearly empty contents of her stomach. Groaning, she laid her head on the porcelain seat.

A soft whisper graced her neck and she sighed as Vegeta's hand rested on her shoulder. His saiyan speed and quiet entrances had ceased to startle her years ago.

"You're not alright," he said.

"It's just morning sickness, Vegeta," she said. "I felt ill yesterday, too and they day before that. That's why I took the test this morning. I guess I just couldn't believe it was a pregnancy. I mean...we weren't even trying and I had kind of assumed it wasn't going to happen again, if I'm being completely honest. I'm just...stunned."

He closed the bathroom door and sat down with her on the cold tile. She took a square of toilet tissue and wiped her mouth. Vegeta frowned. Bulma reached out a hand and grabbed his where it rested on his knee.

Silence was his general reaction to major emotional events and Bulma knew better than to pressure him into saying what he was feeling. Still, his onyx eyes spoke of a quiet war behind his stony face.

"I don't know what to do in this situation," Vegeta admitted. "I wasn't exactly present for this part with Trunks."

Bulma's heart ached at the memory of walking through her first pregnancy alone. Vegeta left to train in space a week before she found out she was pregnant with Trunks and the long nine months had been an emotional and physical roller coaster. Pregnancy with a half-saiyan child proved to be more challenging than a human pregnancy and Bulma's anxiety and fears for their second baby stemmed from experience with her first. She didn't blame Vegeta for leaving her back then. He had been a different man at the time and though she loved him then, she knew now that he would stay by her this time. It made her love him all the more.

She squeezed his hand. "First, we'll arrange a doctor's appointment. If I'm reading my cycles correctly, I should be something like six weeks along. It's probably still too early for a sonogram, but we'll see."

"A sonogram?"

"The doctors use a machine that can see the baby and check on its growth. They can also listen to its heartbeat," she explained.

Vegeta's eyes widened. "You can see the baby before it's born?"

Bulma nodded. "Would you like to come with me to my first appointment?"

He withdrew his hand. "I don't know…"

"You don't have to decide now. Just think about it." Bulma wanted him there more than anything, but knew better than to push.

He crossed his arms and nodded.

Bulma stood up and extended her hand. "This has been a rather life-changing morning. I think I'd like to take a shower. Care to join me?"

A knowing smirk lit his lips. "Isn't that what started this whole mess in the first place?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said.

He swiftly removed his sweat pants and sleeveless shirt. Bulma disrobed and stepped into the glass-walled shower first. "Let's just keep this between us for now. It'll be our little secret."

Vegeta grunted in agreement and turned on the water.

As the warm spray flooded their naked bodies, Bulma leaned into Vegeta's open embrace. His soothing scent and strength helped steady her racing mind. She kept telling herself that this time she wouldn't be alone. Her next thought made her scowl.

"What is it, Woman?"

"Trunks is going to turn beet red when we tell him about this," Bulma groaned.

A/N - Just FYI- I edited this a bit to change the ages. Here's the thing, different Dragon Ball sites say different things, so I've tried to assimilate their ages to be APPROXIMATELY close to the Battle of Gods timeline, but it may not be exact.

So there ya have it! The first chapter! I said I wasn't going to write this fic, as I wasn't sure I would be able to do these characters justice, but I'm going to try my best. I think Vegeta after the Buu saga was quite a bit more mellow than in the past, so I hope I'm doing an okay job keeping him in character. I checked the Dragon Ball wikia for their ages and whatnot, so I'm hoping I'm getting those remotely close. I love feedback and comments, so please let me know what you think!