Author's Notes: This idea popped into my head, so I decided to type it up. This was intended to be a one-shot of Vegeta's reaction of finding out that Bulma's is expecting another child, but I could continue writing more chapters. Depending if I get reviews, I'll decide whether to continue it.
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. Bleh!
Wonders Are Waiting
The day was like any other in the post-Buu world. Of course the day before was slightly different from the rest. Dirty dishes stacked to the brim in the kitchen sink was evident of the party to the day prior. Vegeta narrowed his eyes at the mess, disgusted by the fact that a decent portion of the dishes belonged to Kakarot. A freeloader who received free food and then didn't even bother to clean up what he had created in the process of his monstrous eating habits.
Vegeta mumbled some incomprehensible remarks to himself targeting his Saiyan rival as he reached his destination to the refrigerator. As he expected, the stock was quite low, and it was obvious no one made the effort to take a trip to the grocery store since last night. He finally made up is mind and grabbed a stray bottled water, nearly hidden behind a jar of mayonnaise. The door slammed with a more than necessary force, glass rattling in the process. Vegeta turned his head slightly back at the machine, contemplating to observe if he broke anything inside of the contraption, but neglected the thought. After a frustrating day training in the gravity room, and having another reason to hate Kakarot more, all the Saiyan wanted to do was sit down on the couch and relax.
For the lack of lighting in the area, Vegeta guessed that Bulma wasn't home from work yet, and Trunks was either out with Kakarot's youngest brat somewhere, or he was in Bulma's parents' quarters. That to him was a relief, he had no patience to deal with Trunks jumping around or Bulma yelling at him for some frivolous reason.
Vegeta walked right past the light switch and plopped all of his weight down on the largest couch in the living room. He unscrewed the bottle of water, drunk the contents in a few gulps, then threw it carelessly aside where one of the numerous cleaning robots would find it within a few hours. In the entire process he was oblivious of the familiar power level that approached. Before the prince even realized it, Bulma stood behind him, one hand grasping her opposite arm.
Vegeta was startled to see her their, more startled for being unaware of her all too recognizable ki. Feeling stupid for not sensing her and his son's ki in the first place, he regained his composure, and pretended he knew she was there the whole time. "I thought you were still at work," he spat.
Bulma neglected to look at her husband directly in the eyes. "I got off earlier today."
Vegeta felt uncomfortable, he could sense that her ki was slightly off, something wasn't right. By her expression she was hiding information from him, and she was deciding whether or not to tell him. He decided to skip his logic for now and move onto different matters. "Where's Trunks at?"
"He should be here," Bulma replied, nervousness clearly unmistakable in her voice. Vegeta did the most obvious action by sensing out his son's ki. He was clearly upstairs in his room. The Saiyan relaxed a bit, waiting for his wife to spit out what she was going to say.
The Human opened her mouth but no words came threw. She lowered her head, conflicting inside. The prince was losing patience. He slid his pupils to the corner of his eyes. "I'm waiting. . ."
Bulma scrunched her nose, tightening her eyes in the process. "Jeeze Vegeta! You don't always have to be a jerk!" The Saiyan tempted to smile, but didn't allow it to happen. This was the Bulma he liked.
Then the words came. To him they came out of nowhere, and they hit him as hard as a concrete wall. The three cursed words that any man of any caliber feared. He had convinced himself that he would never have to hear the three words again, yet he was wrong.
"Vegeta, I'm pregnant."
If anyone passed by right now, they would have mistaken Vegeta for a statue. He sat dead still, facing away from his mate. It took a few seconds for the words to fully process in the Saiyan's mind. Even if he did understand the sentence he didn't believe it. He sat in bewilderment for another few seconds before standing up, facing his wife, and making a comment, that later he would regret saying. "HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN?!"
Bulma stood calmly, rolling her eyes, expecting this type of reaction. "What do you mean how could it happen?"
Vegeta lowered his head, realizing his own stupidity. All he could manage was a grunt for an answer. He calmed himself down, taking in a few deep, slow breaths before continuing. He thought it was strange that Bulma didn't get any alcoholic drinks for the party last night. He just figured it was to shut Kakarot's mate up from complaining about the kids being around beer. But now it was making more sense. Another thought soon dwelled into his mind in which he had the curiosity and bravery to ask. "How long have you known?"
Bulma now had her hands clutched together while twirling her thumbs around in circles. She fathomed a slight grin and raised her shoulders. The Saiyan prince sighed inside, he wasn't going to like what he was going to hear. "Remember when I went to the doctors a few weeks ago?"
Vegeta couldn't help but think that the question was funny. Since when did he care or even take notice when she had doctor appointments? Whenever Bulma left the house, he had always just figured that she was going to work, no questions asked. With the long pause, Bulma frowned slightly, anticipating he didn't know, despite her mentioning it to him on a few different occasions. "Well, anyway, I went there because I was getting sharp pains in my stomach, remember?"
The prince looked up at the ceiling trying to recall her ever mentioning the ailment, the conversation soon darted into his mind taking place just before going to bed.
"My stomach's been hurting me a lot lately."
"It's just that crazy woman's cooking."
"My mom isn't crazy, a little oblivious, but not crazy. . ."
That was it. He didn't even bother to think that the pain was anything worth while to worry about, in fact he had totally forgotten about it.
"He told me that I was expecting, the pain was normal for being pregnant, though he said I should be a little careful because I'm on the older side to be carrying a child."
One of the things Vegeta lacked in knowledge of Earthly matters was about the Human birthing cycle, and he didn't want to know more about it. He tried to find a distant memory of the Saiyan gestation cycle but none came to mind. He might of even known less about his own kind, than to Humans, being that he was five-years-old when he was taken by Frieza.
Vegeta decided to question the female on the discussion. "Old?"
Bulma cringed when her mate said the word. She didn't feel like explaining that part to him, but she had an obligation to. "I guess you wouldn't know, not going though middle school health class," Vegeta cocked his eyebrow, not fully understanding her statement. "Humans only have a certain time to have children, Saiyans are probably similar, but the window is between the age of about twelve, till about their late thirties, and as you know I'm currently fourty. Especially nowadays, women are having children later, though it isn't recommended because there are more complications. But luckily, the doctor said I'm in excellent shape for my age and should be completely fine."
"It's not like we did it on purpose," Vegeta added to himself.
Despite the lack of knowledge in the area, the prince did know how long the cycle took for the Human to give birth to the child. He had learned that information first hand with his first son. "When will the brat be born?"
Bulma refrained from saying anything with his use of "brat". She figured he would get enough disgust with what she was going to tell him next. "I'm do in early April."
Vegeta became wide-eyed, his mouth involuntarily opening to its limit. "APRIL! That's only six months from now! Hell woman! If you would have waited any longer to tell me, the kid would have been born without me knowing!"
Bulma wasn't going to back down this time. "It's not something that's easy to blurt out Vegeta!" The prince backed down a little bit. "Does anyone else know? You didn't tell Kakarot's wife did you at the party yesterday?"
"Of course not, Chi Chi can't keep anything to herself. If I told her, all of West City would know by now. . . . I only told my mother."
Vegeta cursed to himself, irritated that she revealed her news to her senile mother before Him. But it soon disintegrated. He found it easier telling personal things to people of the same gender. He couldn't imagine telling any female what he had told Kakarot before he was killed by Frieza. Bulma must feel the same way.
Stampeding down the steps like a crazy Oozaru, Trunks conveniently had the right timing to make an appearance. However, he had no interest in his parent's conversation. He passed right by them and headed straight for the kitchen, unaware of the tension in the room.
Bulma and Vegeta ceased their colloquy and contently observed their son, wondering if he overheard anything they had mentioned. The whole situation set off a false alarm as Trunks was clearly inattentive. He glanced back at them, confused with their odd behavior, shrugged, and continued towards the fridge.
The last thing Vegeta wanted to do right now was tell Trunks the "news". However Bulma thought differently. Before Trunks disappeared into the depths of the kitched, the Human called out his name.
"Hey, Trunks can you come here for a sec." Vegeta covered his forehead with his hand, grunting once again.
The hybrid stopped in his tracks and perked up his ears. A surge of fear invoked the young Saiyan, guessing that his mom some how found out that he failed his math test, and now he was going to get the "punishment".
"I have something that you need to know."
"Huh?"
Trunks frowned with confusion. That wasn't exactly the first way to start a yelling session. He finally gained enough courage to walk over to where his mother and father were.Bulma passed her son a warm smile, easing his tension and original thoughts. Trunks was perplexed though. He hadn't the slightest clue what his mom wanted to tell him.
"Trunks. . . You're going to be a big brother!"
Like his father, the words took a while to register in the eight-year-old's head. However, his reaction was much different. Trunks stared, frozen at his mother, then the widest smile possible formed across his tanned face, revealing the space where his tooth used to be prior to a week ago. "REALLY!!! I'm going to be a big brother!!!!!" Trunks immediately started jumping hysterically around his mother, then the couch, then ON the couch. In the process a very large vein protruded on his father's forehead.
In truth, Trunks had wanted a sibling of his own from the seemingly great stories Goten had shared with him about his older brother. Now his dream was becoming his reality. "I can't wait to play with him!"
Bulma let out a light-hearted chuckle and ruffled her son's lavender hair. "You know Trunks, the baby can be a girl too."
Vegeta, who was currently envisioning scenarios of training his two sons in the gravity room, froze when he heard the word "baby" and "girl" in the same sentence. The thought that Bulma had even considered that their child would be a girl, was quite amusing to him.
"HAH, that would be the day," the prince rolled his eyes.
Bulma crossed her arms and lifted her brow. "You know Vegeta, last time I checked, there is an equal chance of having girl as it is having a boy."
Vegeta decided not to follow up on the argument, he contradicted to let it at that. He was surely not anxious to go through Bulma's crazy mood swings in the following months, the frequent trips to the hospital, women randomly coming to his house screaming in joy to the news of the baby, and of course the birth of the baby itself. The post-pregnancy wouldn't fair much better. The constant crying in the middle of the night, feeding, changing, and Bulma not in the mood to do certain "things". The last one he thought over the most.
"I guess I should try to find something to put together for dinner," Bulma announced while guiding her son into the kitchen. "My Saiyans are getting hungry."
Vegeta contently watched his family leave the living area and into the kitchen, soon overhearing Bulma opening and closing cabinet doors in search of something worth while of making for dinner.
He became deep in thought while he was alone. He pondered on the idea that he would have the same amount of children as Kakarot now, a grin became evident on his face. Surely having another child wouldn't be all bad news after all.
So what do you think? If enought people like it, I'll continue writing it.
I know some people might argue that Bra isn't born until a lot later, but her age is never mentioned in the anime, and she looks to be a few years older than Pan in DBGT, so I always figured she was born shortly after the Buu saga. Which would maker her about five years older than Pan.
Oh, and if anyone hadn't realized it, the party mentioned in the pic, was the party that happened in the anime when Goku showed up late and Chi Chi did her famous martial arts dance.
