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*1 week later*

Bulma stood outside the GR waiting as quietly and patiently as she could. For the past week, Vegeta has been avoiding her like the plague and it seemed as if he knew her just as well as she knew him. For whenever she was awake, he was either locked up in his room or training elsewhere at who knows where and at night, when she was asleep he was either training, eating or whatever it is he liked to do. But getting straight to the point, it didn't take her long to realize that he has been, and still was, avoiding her. As soon as she realized that, she started a little project of her own. Something she liked to put in the category, "One of the best inventions ever made." It took her a total of three days to complete, but she finally got it done and although she didn't really take the time to name it, it didn't matter as long as it was successful.

She looked down at the thin bracelet around her wrist and smirked. She created her very own ki concealer bracelet. Hopefully, it worked, but by the looks of things it was working perfectly. She has been standing outside for forty minutes now and as much as she hated to admit it, she was way past exhausted. Bulma released a faint sigh as she stretched her limbs before continuing to slouch against the GR. She couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he realized that she wasn't asleep. Bulma snickered quietly as she mentally pictured all of his possible reactions.

"What's so funny?"

She jumped slightly, but then quickly regained her composure. Ignoring his question, she asked one of her own, "How long have you been standing there?"

He smirked, "Well, maybe if you weren't too busy laughing like an idiot, you would've noticed. "

She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest, "Whatever. Let's cut to the chase, Vegeta."

An amused smirk crossed his features as he mocked her, "You're no fun today, now are you?"

Bulma pinched the bridge of her nose, "You're going to be apart of this baby's life rather you like it or not. It's not like I said you have to be apart of mine."

He snorted, "I don't think so. I told you I didn't want kids. Are you really that stupid to still think the opposite?"

She growled, "Listen, you arrogant jerk, things happen and you need to accept that as well as the new responsibilities you have. I don't expect much from you. I just want you to be there for the baby. Is that so hard?!"

Vegeta's eyes hardened, "I don't have time for any more distractions, woman. The brat's yours. Think of it as a parting gift."

Vegeta started to walk around her, but her hand reached out and grabbed him, causing him to stop. He knew he could break her grip in a heartbeat, but curiosity got the better of him and he stopped. "Something you'd like to say?"

Bulma looked at Vegeta with a mixture of anger and slight desperation, "I know the Androids are suppose to be arriving next year, but would you possibly be okay with our baby not knowing who their father is?"

"Yes."

"So, it wouldn't bother you if I told the baby that their father was Yamcha?"

Bulma watched as Vegeta stiffened. A small smile covered her face, knowing she struck a nerve.

"I don't care what you do."

He began walking away again, but before he could get too far, she jumped in front of him.

"Oh, really?," she asked, slight amusement in her eyes.

"Yes, really," he replied harshly. "Are you done pestering me or not?"

She put her hand up to her chin as she playfully began pretending to be stuck on how she should answer his question.

"Not," she finally answered.

He rolled his eyes and started walking around her again, "Too bad."

She took a deep breath, hoping her trump card would work, "Fine. I don't care anymore. Do what you want. I'm sure Yamcha wouldn't mind being a father figure to the baby and I'm also pretty certain Goku would love to train the baby once it's older."

Vegeta stiffened again and then quickly regained his composure seconds laters, hoping Bulma didn't notice.

But she did.

"I'm leaving," he finally spoke.

Bulma's eye widened in shock, but she refused to say anything.

"I'll train the child once he's of age," he paused slightly, as if trying to think of his next words, " but that doesn't mean there's an us."

"I understand," she answered, purposely ignoring his last statement.

"Good. I'm leaving tonight."

Before she could respond he walked away, leaving her outside. She exhaled a sigh as she continued to stare at his retreating form. As long as their baby had a father in its life, she doesn't mind if her and Vegeta are together or not. A small smirk covered her face. But it didn't mean she wouldn't try...