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I was brought up and educated in a family in which bearing a child out of wedlock was heavily looked down upon on. It marked the woman as impure, lacking self-control, and in general, just plain stupid. So, being the supposed genius I was, what did I do? I got pregnant.

Of course, given a chance to defend myself, I have to say that the circumstances involved are far more complicated than it sounds. Normal women didn't get visited by their son from the future, didn't live a bedroom away from an incredibly arrogant, short-tempered, yet attractive prince, and didn't have the future fate of the world resting in their belly.

1. It Just Happened

The world did not know Bulma Briefs. She was, on the outside, a beautiful and intelligent young woman who had all the money in the world- all the luxury and all the fame. As daughter of the renowned Dr. Briefs and the sole heiress to Capsule Corp, she was set for life. There was nothing she wanted but couldn't get and no one dared refused her. Her life, in essence, was perfect.

Of course, this was the image she had to keep up, so one day, when she couldn't live up to the role she was expected to play anymore, she disappeared. For about nine months.

If the world had known that the child she was bearing would eventually play a part in saving everyone, as clichéd as that sounded, they would have accepted her situation. But, unable to really explain how she could know such a thing without giving away too many secrets of the Z-fighters, Bulma found herself a prisoner of her own home, constantly hassled by the media, who seemed to have found a permanent residency on her front lawn. It was ridiculously annoying, to say the least.

Her parents promised to support her every step of the way, taking great pains to stay with her in the house and keep her company. Dr. Briefs cut the time he spent in his lab by more than half and dedicated it to his daughter and Bunny Briefs doubled the time she spent cooking to satisfy the needs of both her daughter and the unborn child inside her. This was a great opportunity, actually, for Bulma to spend quality time with her parents inside her home, had it not been for the fourth occupant of this so-called "prison".

There was no denying the constant presence of the self-proclaimed saiyan prince, and even when he disappeared into the gravity room for hours at a time, or retreated to his bedroom, he was there in Bulma's mind. It bugged her to no end that there were so many reminders of him everywhere in her life. Aside from her growing belly, the house lingered of his scent when he trailed down the stairs after a hot shower, piles of dishes filled the sinks after dinner, and the hum of the gravity machine kept her up at night.

Bulma was convinced that she had no actual feelings for the man, only a physical attraction that landed her in her current state. She was ashamed of her actions, but not of her choices. In all honesty, she had to admit that out of all the men who could have fathered her child, there wasn't a better man than Vegeta. As for everything else, she decided she would face the consequences of her own stupid decisions while working hard to bring her life back to the way it was before.

When the baby was delivered, downstairs in the private medical rooms of Capsule Corp, Vegeta was not present. As far as he was concerned, the brat had nothing to do with him. It would only be useful once it was old enough to train. Bulma had expected to be on her own, so it was no surprise when the only person in the room was the doctor her father had brought in. The child never touched her arm, as he was whipped away by a group of nurses, leaving Bulma in the quiet room by herself.

Nothing seemed real yet. The bulge on her stomach was gone and really, it felt like nothing had happened. The past nine months turned into nothing- a long forgotten memory crammed into the back of her mind. That was good, right? She was, in a way, relieved of her burden, and she could start up her life again. The pesky reporters would eventually give up and leave her alone, she could go back to her current research project, and her body would eventually return to the beautiful figure she once had. Perfect.

But of course, once a mother, it was hard to forget.