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Copyright Akira Toriyama
Bulma rose from her chair with the notion that this, like every night, was going to be some salesmen come to annoy her.
"I'll be right back."
Vegeta only nodded his head as he continued his dinner. He didn't really care about anything but food.
She reached the front door just in time to see it open and a familiar face peek around the door.
"Hey Bulma, how's your night going?"
She immediately tensed up, this was the last person she ever wanted to see. Yamcha hadn't changed his clothes from the night before. She could see the lipstick stain still on his collar and he smelled like he had sprayed on to much cologne.
"What do you want Yamcha?"
He stepped back surprised,
"Hey, why are you so angry? I came to apologize."
Bulma surveyed the man in front of her again, his fly was unzipped and his shirt wasn't tucked in.
"Yamcha, we're over, believe me. This time, was the last straw, you and I had a good run. It's time to move on."
Yamcha clenched his fists, a few seconds later they both heard a chair crash to the ground and Vegeta was standing in the doorway.
"The weakling's ki flared, not that it's powerful anyway, but if he threatens you, he'll die."
Both Yamcha and Bulma were taken back when he said that. One was more flattered than the other.
"Geez Vegeta I can take care of myself." Bulma muttered and turned back to Yamcha. He was staring down the Saiyan, which wasn't working because Vegeta just crossed his arms over his chest and smirked.
"Don't tell me you're taking his side B. Don't you remember what he said to you before he left?"
Bulma did remember, she remembered it all. She remembered finsing Yamcha with another girl, she remembered her plot to get back at him, the night she spent with Vegeta.
His hands roamed her body like they had been there before. She was unsure if she should proceed, but she was in to far to back out now. She had said no, but that was a lie, she wanted this as much as she was sure he did.
His kisses burned like fire, good fire, they ignited a side of her that allowed passion to come easier. They filled a cold winter's night with such passion. In the morning, neither party regretted it.
Bulma came back from her thoughts and looked up at Yamcha. He was sitting now. He had moved and was sitting in one of the chairs by the door. Vegeta moved from the door way to her side.
"It wasn't all his fault you know. It was my fault that I deactivated the Gravity Room, my fault that we argued about it, yes it was his fault he blew up half the compound. No one died."
Ymacha let out a bark of laughter, "Do you even hear yourself Bulma? It's like you love him?"
It was Vegeta's turn to laugh out loud. Bulma cringed at the proximity he was to her, she wrapped her arms tighter around her waist.
She looked up at Yamcha, "Please leave." He opened his mouth to say something, but sighed. He started walking towards the door but turned around. He couldn't stand it.
"What about the baby?"
It was like a stained glass window had been shattered and all the colors of the world drained away as it fell. Bulma's mouth dropped to the ground. 'How did he know?'
As if Yamcha could read minds, he said, "Chi-Chi told me."
Bulma wasn't paying attention to Yamcha, only to heat radiating from the man by her side. Vegeta stared down at the woman with shock and disbelief on his face. He took a few steps back and glared at her.
"You mated with this weakling?"
"Vegeta –"
He rose a hand and walked right up to her. He pressed his hand on her stomach and closed his eyes. After a few seconds Yamcha piped up.
"It's mine Vegeta, who else could it be?"
Bulma hoped it would be Yamcha's, for she couldn't see Vegeta as a father. It was all to surreal.
She watched as the serious glare on his face slowly turned to an evil smirk.
"Sorry to disappoint you my weak friend, but this baby is half Saiyan."
Bulma's stomach jumped and fell at the same time. She had her suspicions, but she never voiced it. After all Vegeta was the last one she was with before he left 2 months ago.
Yamcha was devastated. When he found of Chi-Chi that Bulma was pregnant, he wanted so much to be a father. Now all those hopes and dreams went down the drain.
"You slept with him? Why on Earth would you do that?"
"Because I am obviously the better male of the two stupid human." Vegeta flopped down on the couch with his hands behind his head.
"Shut up Vegeta, just shut up." Bulma said as she pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Don't tell me what to do Woman."
Bulma looked up at Yamcha, any aplology she could make would be hollow. He knew that and he left. He left without another word. The two now sat in silence in the growing darkness of the evening.
Bulma was the first to speak.
"So what do we do now?" It was a whisper, no more than a simple question, but to Bulma it meant the world.
Vegeta stared at the wall for a moment before standing. He looked at her with cold eyes.
"Keep it, get rid of it, I don't care. I don't want anything to do with it."
Bulma was crushed, "How could you say something like that! You're going to be a father and you tell me that you think I should abort it! Screw you Vegeta. He's going to live and he's going to be your son."
With that she walked out of the room leaving the Saiyan in her wake.
