Title: Fever

Author: Katigox

Date: 13. Dec. 2007

Disclaimer: Akira Toriyama owns everything with in this story - not making money here . . . And also I know I'm messing with the time line here by making ChiChi and Goku aware of Vegeta being the baby daddy but hey, I needed some characters to help set the stage . . . so sue me - no, not really, just a joke.

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Chapter. 2

Goku carefully and quietly landed on the mossy ground just outside a small cave. He looked around for a moment remembering the very first time Vegeta came along and the first time Gohan was forced to grow up. At least he had Piccolo to help him along. He didn't sense Piccolo around but that only meant that he was hanging out with Gohan or meditating somewhere else.

But before he could let his thoughts wander completely he felt a surge of power collide against him and found himself flying in the air with Vegeta laughing,

"Come for target practice?"

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ChiChi opened the door and guided Bulma into her bedroom. Bulma was about to say thank you when she looked up and saw what ChiChi had done to her bedroom while she was still resting at the hospital.

Harmonic meditating music was playing in the background.

Dim lights illuminated the serene room.

A room filled with lotus flowers in big bowls placed throughout the room.

Lotions that were placed by the night stand to induce calmness and restfullness.

But all it induced was a quirky annoyance,

"ChiChi what happened to my room?"

ChiChi laughed, "Silly we needed to lower your blood pressure. How else were you planning on

doing that?"

Bulma tried to smile and quietly thanked her hoping she would go away. She loved ChiChi but she was giving her more reasons to stress out. Bulma made her way to the bed and slowly lowered herself onto it. She managed to fall asleep pretty quickly and ChiChi quietly tiptoed out of the room.

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Goku and Vegeta were still flying through the air when Vegeta smirked,

"So you finally came to prepare for these androids."

Goku stopped and inadvertently made Vegeta stop, "No."

Vegeta eyed him for a second then began to fly back to wards the cave. Goku fallowed and once they both landed he looked Vegeta up and down. Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest,

"Are you actually checking me out?"

Goku stuck out his tongue, "Uh no - I'm just looking at you differently now."

Vegeta frowned, "What are you talking about?"

Goku found himself blushing at having to actually say the next part out loud,

"Well I know what happened last time you saw Bulma."

Vegeta uncrossed his arms and shook his head to the side, "That's none of your business."

Goku stood tall in his defense, "She's my friend Vegeta and I have to watch out for her."

Vegeta looked up at him angrily, "Why'd you come here?!"

Goku shouted back, "Why did you?! I know it's not because this is the only place for you to train. You and I both know that Mr. Briefs would have easily made you a new gravity machine."

Vegeta turned his back to him and made his way to wards the cave.

"Vegeta she's sick right now."

He stopped for a second and then continued inside.

Goku felt bad about saying the next part but he knew that Vegeta needed to know the truth, Bulma could kill him later,

"Vegeta you're going to make a shitty father!"

Vegeta turned, looking back at the trail Goku left as he stormed out of there. He knew that Goku left so he wouldn't have to fight him - saying something like that to him, a Prince - by that commoner no less. And what the hell was that supposed to mean-

Vegeta's eyes widened as the imaginary light bulb went off above his head. He looked around for a second trying to even wrap his mind around the thought, the impossibility of how it could have happened - well he knew how it happened - what was he even still doing there?

He charged his way into flight heading for Capsule Corporation.

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Bulma felt a soft rush of wind pass by her and she covered herself up even more. The cool air was soothing to her right cheek. It would take a couple of days for the stitches to come out but there wasn't supposed to be any scarring. It figured - she always hated that cup.

She couldn't quite place it but even with her eyes closed she could feel a pair of eyes on her.

And that smell - that intoxicating smell - the way Vegeta smelled . . .

She opened her eyes and saw him staring at her,

"Vegeta?"

Vegeta gave a small hmph as a reply and cupped the bottom half of her face between his thumb and index finger. She didn't move and barely cocked an eyebrow at his behavior - she was used to it by now. He was studying the tight placed thread that made small "X's" across her cheek,

"What the hell where you doing woman?"

Bulma almost laughed and slapped his hand away from her,

"None of your business."

Vegeta cocked his head back and let out a sarcastic laugh,

"Hah, not if your carrying my offspring. I have to foresee everything you do from now on to make sure that he's healthy."

Bulma bolted up,

"Alright one - I think I can handle this pregnancy all by myself because forgive if I'm wrong but I've been doing just fine without you so far and second - how the hell do you know it's not a girl smart ass?"

Vegeta folded his arms across his chest and then using his fingers, starting with his thumb, counted off his reasoning back to her,

"One - you have never carried a sayiin prince before, no one on this Earth has - so no one knows how to deal with this and two - what else could I possibly have besides a son?"

Bulma rolled her eyes exasperatedly and leaned in closer to him,

"One - ChiChi has carried a sayiin baby and she did it before she ever found out about your stupid sayiin policies. And two - it could just as easily have been a girl."

Vegeta smirked,

"Aha! So it is a boy!"

Bulma was just about ready to slap him when she felt her cheeks flush. She felt the beads of sweat gather on her forehead again and she knew what would happen next. At least this time she would land on a set of hard muscles instead of a hard floor.

So she wouldn't have any physical scars from this fall - didn't mean it was going to hurt just as much.

End of Chapter. 2

Hmm, I think this might actually need a fourth chapter. But it's coming along pretty quickly, eh? See you in the next chapter.