Dragon Ball Z - Akira Toriyama and all associated.
This Story's Idea - Amber Vaporeon and her husband Luxray Man
I wanted to take a look at the nine months of gestation both for the parents and the baby. It starts with Vegeta's return after going away for a couple of months. Please enjoy and review. More chapters will be on the way.
Bulma stopped cutting fruit at the sound of boots on the hard wood floors. She slowly turned around when she heard the boot steps stop at the kitchen door. There he was, standing in what he called his saiyan armor, gloves and all. He looked like he had been through hell.
"Hi."
The word came out as more of a question than she would have liked, but nonetheless she had spoken first.
"Hn."
He stepped into the room and pulled out a chair from the table. Sighing he sat down heavy resting his arms on the tabletop.
"Would like anything to eat? Anything to drink?" She asked him setting down her knife and walking over to the fridge to pulled out some grapes to cut. She looked back at him.
"Drink."
"Okay, I know you hate choices, but milk, water, cola…beer? What?"
He looked up out the window watching the birds at the little feeder that sat just beyond the garden.
"Water for now."
She pulled out a bottle of water and opened it; walking over to the table she set the bottle before him. She didn't expect a thank you. She turned back around with her grapes and began cutting them into halves. There was a silence that followed; it was filled with the sound of Bulma cutting fruit and the occasional gulping of Vegeta drinking his water.
"What are you doing?"
She dumped the pile of grapes into the same container as the pineapple, strawberries and whole blueberries.
"I'm making a fruit salad to have with dinner. Now that your back, I guess I am going to have to go to the store to get more fruit." She walked over to another drawer and pulled out the plastic wrap.
"You are back, I mean, for good?"
He stood and tossed the empty water bottle in the recycling bin. He looked up at her,
"I am back to face the androids, just like I said I would. I'm going to take a shower."
Bulma watched him leave. There was nothing she could say that would make him open up. She grabbed her purse and capsules and made her way to her car.
An hour later, Bulma returned home with three capsules full of fresh fruit, meat and vegetables. She walked into the kitchen to find her mother filling a vase with fresh cut flowers.
"Oh hello dear! Did you see that Mr. Vegeta is back?" Bunny smiled at her daughter.
"I did mom, I went to the store to stock up on food. Want to help me cook dinner?"
"I would love to dear but your father and I are going to the Opera tonight. We are leaving soon."
That was true, Bulma noticed her mother wearing one of her glittering Opera gowns, and there was her faux fur cloak draped over the back of the chair.
"Have fun mom, tell me how it is."
Bunny kissed her daughter on he cheek and skipped out the door to go meet Dr. Briefs in the driveway.
Bulma unloaded the groceries and started work on dinner. By that time, Vegeta had decided that he too was hungry. He walked out of his room and was greeted by the aroma of salmon, rice and green beans.
He walked into the kitchen to find that there were three bowls of rice ready, 3 bowls of green beans, and at least 10 salmon steaks in the oven. Bulma was sitting at the table next to 2 bowls of fruit salad. She was looking over some plans for what looked like new battle bots for the GR.
"Woman, when will the fish be ready."
Bulma glanced at the oven timer,
"Well, some of them are thicker than others so I would say 15 minutes. If you want to start on the rice, beans and fruit, go at it."
Vegeta came over and sat down. He didn't start eating right away; he looked over the blue haired woman with curiosity. Not once since he had been back at the compound did she scream at him or yell at something he did or did not do.
"Are you sick?"
She smirked,
"No."
He spooned rice on one half of his plate and green beans on the other before spooning half of one bowl of fruit into a slightly smaller bowl.
"You're not yourself."
She put down the plans and took off her glasses then turned to him.
"How so dear prince?"
He stopped mid bit and looked up at her. She was leaning in on the table and smiling. How he loved to see her smile.
She shook his head and took a bit of the beans.
"You haven't yelled at me once since I've been back."
"So," she got up and went over to the oven, the timer was going off, she started pulling trays of fish out and placed them on the racks, "You have deserved it."
He smirked and took a spoonful of rice. She turned and looked at him,
"I am going to eat two of these, is eight going to be enough or do you want me to make more?"
"Eight is enough."
She brought over the fish piled high on a platter; she set it next to him. He took one on a fork and bit half of it off. She smiled as she sat at her end spooning beans, rice and fruit onto her plates. She knew she needed to designate her food and let him have at the rest.
The dinner continued in silence until Vegeta looked up at her eating and writing notes in her notebook.
"What is that?"
"Plans for battle bots I thought of yesterday. I thought I was going to have Goku test them out, but since you're back. They're going to have to stand up against you. I get better results from you anyway."
She glanced up and thought she saw a hint of a blush run across his face.
The rest of the dinner went on without another word. Vegeta ate while Bulma wrote. All was going well until the doorbell rang.