Bundle of Joy
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE DBZ CHARACTERS! I JUST OWN THIS STORY! THANK YOU!
A/N: Hehe... this fanfic is TOTALLY from my imagination... so please don't criticize too harshly
"Vegeta..." Bulma poked her head into the Gravity Chamber and called her 'mate'. Vegeta ceased his training and turned around, snarling.
"What is it, woman?" he demanded. Bulma cringed and said, "I have to talk to you... about something important."
"The brat, right?"
"Huh?"
"Woman, I am the Saiyan Prince. I know when my mate bears a child, I can sense another ki inside you."
"Why didn't you say anything then?"
"Did you want me to? Woman, I will not be responsible for this brat, other than the fact I'll train him to be better than Kakarott's brat."
Vegeta curtly replied and saw Bulma's face fall. He gently wrapped his arms around her.
'Damn... stupid woman has gotten me to have human emotions,' he thought. Vegeta looked at Bulma and said, "Now, go get some rest."
Bulma nodded and went back to her room. She climbed into the bed and place a hand on her fully grown stomach. She rubbed her stomach, saying, "My little baby... my own child."
Few months later...
Vegeta was training again (A/N: when does he not train? GEEZ!!) when he heard soft knocks on the door. He opened the chamber door and saw Bulma, her face was pale and she was breathing heavily. Bulma fell forward in Vegeta's arm and muttered, "Vegeta... the baby..."
Vegeta's eyes widened. He quickly put on a shirt and took Bulma to the hospital. The doctors took measures and quickly placed Bulma under emergency status. Vegeta waited outside the operating room as they fiddled with his child and his mate. He looked at the door and frowned. Was she going to make it? What about his child?
Vegeta was busy with thoughts when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to see Goku and his foolish grin. Chichi was there, holding a basket of fruits and a bundle of flowers. She shouted, "Congratulations Vegeta! You're going to be a father!"
Vegeta mumbled, "Yeah... if she makes it out of there... she's been in there too long."
Tears welled up in his eyes as he thought about losing two precious lives. One being someone he deeply cared about and one being someone he never knew. Goku gently punched Vegeta on the shoulder and said, "You're worried about her, aren't you?"
Vegeta roughly pushed Goku away and said, "Why would I care about that damn woman?"
Goku was about to retaliate when a doctor stepped out of the operation room. Vegeta rushed up and asked, "So? How did it go? Where's my woman?"
"Mr. Briefs, congratulations. Your wife gave a birth to a wonderful child."
Vegeta sighed and said, "Can I see her... or the baby?"
The doctor smiled and said, "The child is with the mother now, and yes, you may go see her."
Vegeta pushed Goku aside and went inside the room, followed by Chichi and Goku. When he stepped inside the clean white room, he saw his wife holding a small bundle wrapped in a blue blanket. Bulma looked up, she looked so weak. Vegeta said, "Bulma..."
Bulma smiled. She asked Vegeta to come closer and look at their child. Vegeta, without considering his pride as a prince, walked up to her and pulled the blanket aside, revealing a tiny baby with lilac hair. Bulma put her head on Vegeta's shoulder and said, "Isn't he beautiful?"
Vegeta stared at the tiny little demi Saiyan. He shook his head and said, "When are you coming home, woman? I do not want to cook for myself."
Bulma frowned and watched as Vegeta walked out of the room. Chichi walked over to her and pulled her friend to herself. Bulma sobbed, still holding the baby.
"Chichi... he cares nothing about me or the baby... how am I going to hold the family by myself?"
"Bulma, he'll come around. He cares about you a lot, actually," Chichi assured her crying friend. Bulma slowly nodded and held the baby to Chichi.
"Isn't he the most adorable thing you've ever seen?" Bulma asked with awe. Chichi held the baby in her arms and nodded. Goku placed the basket of food and the bouquet of flowers near the bed. He looked at the baby and said, "Wonder if he'll eat as much I do."
Chichi bashed Goku on the head and said, "Goku, the child is NOT going to steal your food from you. So, don't worry."
Goku sheepishly smiled and said, "I guess not. Hey, Bulma, you should've seen Vegeta's face when you weren't coming back out. He was really worried."
Bulma blushed and said, "Vegeta? Worried about me? That's not possible."
Goku just laughed and shook his head.
Vegeta's POV
I walked out of the room as fast as I could. I couldn't let my emotions run past me again. The child, he was beautiful. The little hands, the big blue eyes, and the soft hair. I shook my head and said, "The prince of Saiyan does not care about a mere child."
Then a small voice in my head said, "What about your own child?"
I couldn't think anymore. I flew back home, thinking about how my life was going to be with this brat around.
Normal POV
Next few days at the Brief's residence was a living nightmare. Neither Bulma nor Vegeta knew much about babies. Vegeta neglected his responsibilities as a father and Bulma was stressed out all the time. They fought often and didn't speak when they went to bed. One day changed all of that.
It was on one particular day, Bulma was feeling ill and she couldn't get out of the bed. When Vegeta woke up and saw his ill wife, he couldn't help but place a hand on her face and ask, "Are you okay?"
Bulma forgot about her grudge against Vegeta and snuggled closer to him.
"Vegeta... I can't get up... and I need to take care of Trunks..." Bulma muttered as Vegeta pulled her close to him. He sighed and whispered, "Just rest today, woman."
Then Vegeta went inside the baby's room to look at his son. Trunks was developing very quickly. He already learned to recognize objects and the voice of the people around him. When Vegeta entered the room, Trunks held out his tiny baby hands and reached for his father. Vegeta picked up his child.
"Strange... he feels a little warmer than usual..." Vegeta muttered and checked the baby's diaper. "Nope. He didn't leak. (XD hahaha... I hate when baby's pee or poo... such dirty behavior) Could he be sick?"
Trunks did look a little drowsy to Vegeta's eyes. When Vegeta held him in his arms, he let out tiny little coughs and started crying. Vegeta didn't know what to do. He took Trunks back to his/Bulma's room and said, "Woman... the brat feels warm... and no, it's not the stupid diaper."
Bulma turned over and said, "Let me see, Vegeta."
Vegeta handed Trunks to Bulma. At that moment, he wanted to snatch the baby away from her, though he didn't know why. He enjoyed holding his own child in his arms. Bulma gasped and sat up. She exclaimed, "Vegeta... he's running a fever!"
"Well! What am I supposed to do, woman?"
"I don't know!"
"Damn you, woman!"
"Shut up, Vegeta! Trunks... my poor baby..."
"Give me the child and go back to sleep, woman. I'll take the brat to Kakarott's mate and see what she can do."
Bulma reluctantly handed the child back to Vegeta. For some reason, Vegeta was happy that he was holding the child again. He felt the soft bundle of life shift and stir in his arms as he flew to Kakarott's house. At the front door, while waiting for Goku to answer he stroked the baby's cheeks. The little blue sweatshirt made him look even smaller. Vegeta smiled for a moment, but it changed to a scowl when Goku answered the door.
"Vegeta? What is it?"
"I need to speak to your woman," Vegeta spoke and looked around Goku's house. Chichi came out of the kitchen and exclaimed, "Trunks! Awww! You came to see me!"
Vegeta raised his eyebrow. Did women always act this stupid around brats? He thought. He said, "The brat is sick. I was wondering if you could tell me what to do."
Chichi looked at Trunks. The tiny child was sweating and his chubby face looked flushed. She quickly went inside the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of warm milk and gave it to Trunks. She said, "The baby's too young to eat any medicine. So just keep him warm and moist."
Vegeta nodded and took the bottle from Chichi. He put it near the tiny mouth and watched as his son closed his tiny mouth on it, drinking it. Vegeta asked, "Will he be okay?"
Chichi nodded, smiling. Vegeta sighed and said, "I appreciate your help. I'll be going now."
Chichi leaned over and gave Trunks a little kiss, watching the baby smile, and said, "Bye, Trunks. Hope you feel better tomorrow!"
Vegeta pulled the tiny sweatshirt's hood onto his son's head and flew back home. When he got home, he was feeling quite hungry. He couldn't ask Bulma to cook because she was sick, so he decided to make a little sandwich. He placed Trunks on the floor and began to work his simple kitchen magic. Actually, it turned out to be HUGE sandwich. He was almost done with it, but he was missing the last piece of bread. He looked all around for it and yelled out in frustration.
"Where is the damn bread?!"
Then he felt a gentle tug at his leg and looked down at his son, smiling and holding the last piece of bread. Vegeta smirked and said, "You little brat. You took it, didn't you?"
He picked his son up and took the bread to finish his sandwich. Then he and Trunks sat at the table and had their simple lunch. Trunks had his milk, and Vegeta had his sandwich. Then Vegeta took Trunks to the living room and lay down on the couch, holding Trunks in his arms. The tiny hand brushed against Vegeta's cheeks as Trunks mumbled, "Daddy..."
Vegeta's eyes widened and he muttered, "Damn brat" as he gently kissed Trunks and went to sleep, holding the bundle of joy, love, and life in his arms.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE DBZ CHARACTERS! I JUST OWN THIS STORY! THANK YOU!
A/N: Hehe... this fanfic is TOTALLY from my imagination... so please don't criticize too harshly
"Vegeta..." Bulma poked her head into the Gravity Chamber and called her 'mate'. Vegeta ceased his training and turned around, snarling.
"What is it, woman?" he demanded. Bulma cringed and said, "I have to talk to you... about something important."
"The brat, right?"
"Huh?"
"Woman, I am the Saiyan Prince. I know when my mate bears a child, I can sense another ki inside you."
"Why didn't you say anything then?"
"Did you want me to? Woman, I will not be responsible for this brat, other than the fact I'll train him to be better than Kakarott's brat."
Vegeta curtly replied and saw Bulma's face fall. He gently wrapped his arms around her.
'Damn... stupid woman has gotten me to have human emotions,' he thought. Vegeta looked at Bulma and said, "Now, go get some rest."
Bulma nodded and went back to her room. She climbed into the bed and place a hand on her fully grown stomach. She rubbed her stomach, saying, "My little baby... my own child."
Few months later...
Vegeta was training again (A/N: when does he not train? GEEZ!!) when he heard soft knocks on the door. He opened the chamber door and saw Bulma, her face was pale and she was breathing heavily. Bulma fell forward in Vegeta's arm and muttered, "Vegeta... the baby..."
Vegeta's eyes widened. He quickly put on a shirt and took Bulma to the hospital. The doctors took measures and quickly placed Bulma under emergency status. Vegeta waited outside the operating room as they fiddled with his child and his mate. He looked at the door and frowned. Was she going to make it? What about his child?
Vegeta was busy with thoughts when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to see Goku and his foolish grin. Chichi was there, holding a basket of fruits and a bundle of flowers. She shouted, "Congratulations Vegeta! You're going to be a father!"
Vegeta mumbled, "Yeah... if she makes it out of there... she's been in there too long."
Tears welled up in his eyes as he thought about losing two precious lives. One being someone he deeply cared about and one being someone he never knew. Goku gently punched Vegeta on the shoulder and said, "You're worried about her, aren't you?"
Vegeta roughly pushed Goku away and said, "Why would I care about that damn woman?"
Goku was about to retaliate when a doctor stepped out of the operation room. Vegeta rushed up and asked, "So? How did it go? Where's my woman?"
"Mr. Briefs, congratulations. Your wife gave a birth to a wonderful child."
Vegeta sighed and said, "Can I see her... or the baby?"
The doctor smiled and said, "The child is with the mother now, and yes, you may go see her."
Vegeta pushed Goku aside and went inside the room, followed by Chichi and Goku. When he stepped inside the clean white room, he saw his wife holding a small bundle wrapped in a blue blanket. Bulma looked up, she looked so weak. Vegeta said, "Bulma..."
Bulma smiled. She asked Vegeta to come closer and look at their child. Vegeta, without considering his pride as a prince, walked up to her and pulled the blanket aside, revealing a tiny baby with lilac hair. Bulma put her head on Vegeta's shoulder and said, "Isn't he beautiful?"
Vegeta stared at the tiny little demi Saiyan. He shook his head and said, "When are you coming home, woman? I do not want to cook for myself."
Bulma frowned and watched as Vegeta walked out of the room. Chichi walked over to her and pulled her friend to herself. Bulma sobbed, still holding the baby.
"Chichi... he cares nothing about me or the baby... how am I going to hold the family by myself?"
"Bulma, he'll come around. He cares about you a lot, actually," Chichi assured her crying friend. Bulma slowly nodded and held the baby to Chichi.
"Isn't he the most adorable thing you've ever seen?" Bulma asked with awe. Chichi held the baby in her arms and nodded. Goku placed the basket of food and the bouquet of flowers near the bed. He looked at the baby and said, "Wonder if he'll eat as much I do."
Chichi bashed Goku on the head and said, "Goku, the child is NOT going to steal your food from you. So, don't worry."
Goku sheepishly smiled and said, "I guess not. Hey, Bulma, you should've seen Vegeta's face when you weren't coming back out. He was really worried."
Bulma blushed and said, "Vegeta? Worried about me? That's not possible."
Goku just laughed and shook his head.
Vegeta's POV
I walked out of the room as fast as I could. I couldn't let my emotions run past me again. The child, he was beautiful. The little hands, the big blue eyes, and the soft hair. I shook my head and said, "The prince of Saiyan does not care about a mere child."
Then a small voice in my head said, "What about your own child?"
I couldn't think anymore. I flew back home, thinking about how my life was going to be with this brat around.
Normal POV
Next few days at the Brief's residence was a living nightmare. Neither Bulma nor Vegeta knew much about babies. Vegeta neglected his responsibilities as a father and Bulma was stressed out all the time. They fought often and didn't speak when they went to bed. One day changed all of that.
It was on one particular day, Bulma was feeling ill and she couldn't get out of the bed. When Vegeta woke up and saw his ill wife, he couldn't help but place a hand on her face and ask, "Are you okay?"
Bulma forgot about her grudge against Vegeta and snuggled closer to him.
"Vegeta... I can't get up... and I need to take care of Trunks..." Bulma muttered as Vegeta pulled her close to him. He sighed and whispered, "Just rest today, woman."
Then Vegeta went inside the baby's room to look at his son. Trunks was developing very quickly. He already learned to recognize objects and the voice of the people around him. When Vegeta entered the room, Trunks held out his tiny baby hands and reached for his father. Vegeta picked up his child.
"Strange... he feels a little warmer than usual..." Vegeta muttered and checked the baby's diaper. "Nope. He didn't leak. (XD hahaha... I hate when baby's pee or poo... such dirty behavior) Could he be sick?"
Trunks did look a little drowsy to Vegeta's eyes. When Vegeta held him in his arms, he let out tiny little coughs and started crying. Vegeta didn't know what to do. He took Trunks back to his/Bulma's room and said, "Woman... the brat feels warm... and no, it's not the stupid diaper."
Bulma turned over and said, "Let me see, Vegeta."
Vegeta handed Trunks to Bulma. At that moment, he wanted to snatch the baby away from her, though he didn't know why. He enjoyed holding his own child in his arms. Bulma gasped and sat up. She exclaimed, "Vegeta... he's running a fever!"
"Well! What am I supposed to do, woman?"
"I don't know!"
"Damn you, woman!"
"Shut up, Vegeta! Trunks... my poor baby..."
"Give me the child and go back to sleep, woman. I'll take the brat to Kakarott's mate and see what she can do."
Bulma reluctantly handed the child back to Vegeta. For some reason, Vegeta was happy that he was holding the child again. He felt the soft bundle of life shift and stir in his arms as he flew to Kakarott's house. At the front door, while waiting for Goku to answer he stroked the baby's cheeks. The little blue sweatshirt made him look even smaller. Vegeta smiled for a moment, but it changed to a scowl when Goku answered the door.
"Vegeta? What is it?"
"I need to speak to your woman," Vegeta spoke and looked around Goku's house. Chichi came out of the kitchen and exclaimed, "Trunks! Awww! You came to see me!"
Vegeta raised his eyebrow. Did women always act this stupid around brats? He thought. He said, "The brat is sick. I was wondering if you could tell me what to do."
Chichi looked at Trunks. The tiny child was sweating and his chubby face looked flushed. She quickly went inside the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of warm milk and gave it to Trunks. She said, "The baby's too young to eat any medicine. So just keep him warm and moist."
Vegeta nodded and took the bottle from Chichi. He put it near the tiny mouth and watched as his son closed his tiny mouth on it, drinking it. Vegeta asked, "Will he be okay?"
Chichi nodded, smiling. Vegeta sighed and said, "I appreciate your help. I'll be going now."
Chichi leaned over and gave Trunks a little kiss, watching the baby smile, and said, "Bye, Trunks. Hope you feel better tomorrow!"
Vegeta pulled the tiny sweatshirt's hood onto his son's head and flew back home. When he got home, he was feeling quite hungry. He couldn't ask Bulma to cook because she was sick, so he decided to make a little sandwich. He placed Trunks on the floor and began to work his simple kitchen magic. Actually, it turned out to be HUGE sandwich. He was almost done with it, but he was missing the last piece of bread. He looked all around for it and yelled out in frustration.
"Where is the damn bread?!"
Then he felt a gentle tug at his leg and looked down at his son, smiling and holding the last piece of bread. Vegeta smirked and said, "You little brat. You took it, didn't you?"
He picked his son up and took the bread to finish his sandwich. Then he and Trunks sat at the table and had their simple lunch. Trunks had his milk, and Vegeta had his sandwich. Then Vegeta took Trunks to the living room and lay down on the couch, holding Trunks in his arms. The tiny hand brushed against Vegeta's cheeks as Trunks mumbled, "Daddy..."
Vegeta's eyes widened and he muttered, "Damn brat" as he gently kissed Trunks and went to sleep, holding the bundle of joy, love, and life in his arms.