Bulma sat in the car her thoughts all in a mess. She'd been to the doctor's for a routine check up just to find out she was no more than three weeks pregnant. Had she been so out of tune with her own body that she hadn't noticed at all? Bulma raked a shaky hand through her hair. What would she tell Vegeta? He hadn't been thrilled when he'd learnt she was pregnant with Trunks. What about this child growing inside of her now?

With everything that was currently going on between them right now, a child would only make things worse - yet the thought of an abortion was beyond inconceivable. She would not tell him at first. Wait until everything was sorted then reveal the news. With that resolve, Bulma started the engine of her car.

/

"Dad can we take a break already?" Trunks asked with a whine laced in his voice. Vegeta continued doing pushups as if he hadn't heard. Trunks let out a long dramatic sigh but still his father said nothing."Dad-"

"Do you wish to be stronger, Trunks?" Vegeta asked, pausing to look up at Trunks.

The young boy didn't hesitate to answer, "Well yeah but I also want-"

"If you want to be strong then you better shut up and do fifty!" Vegeta barked.

Trunks groaned. "You promised I only had to do-"

"100"

"That's double the first-"

"200 hundred and I'm only doubling if you keep complaining," Vegeta said.

Trunks glared at his father but nevertheless began his pushups.

"Then your mother claims you don't learn anything from training, I believe I've just taught you the geometric sequence," Vegeta said with a smirk.

The rest of the training went with no complaints from Trunks and after a grueling two hours, Vegeta let the boy go. If only he used that same enthusiasm in training, Vegeta thought watching Trunks disappear into the house in incredible speed. With one last glance at the house Vegeta turned back to the control pad. Quickly he keyed in a real gravity level. He'd since tripled his gravity level to 1200 after that anticlimactic performance against cell.

It was pure frustration that drove him to such extremities. He couldn't, wouldn't let go of the fact that Kakarot's spawn had defeated the ugly green lizard and not him. Even in death, Kakarot managed to defeat him, not directly, but his blood did flow through that boy after all. Filthy lower class Saiyin blood! His mind refused to comprehend how that was even possible, granted Kakarot had trained in the GR before arriving in Namek, but surely he Vegeta had made up for it tenfold during the three years preparing for the androids?

Vegeta let out a frustrated growl. No being could move at such gravity yet he pushed his body, each muscle seeming to ripple through his body to complete each technique. He could feel the strain, his muscles seeming to stretch involuntarily. His heartbeat was increasing and he could feel that blasted headache beginning. Vegeta clutched at his head sinking to the floor.

The pain was searing through his skull and for a moment, he expected his head to explode. It didn't and with shaky breathes he rose from the floor steadily.

"How the mighty have fallen..." a familiar voice mocked.

Vegeta turned quickly almost losing his focus. "Shut up Radditz!" he barked at the older Saiyin.

The Saiyin omitted a cruel laugh. "You aren't even worthy of the title of prince," the voice continued with scorn.

"I'll send you back to hell were scum like you belong!" Vegeta raged forming a Ki ball and blasting at the direction of the voice.

A training Bot exploded.

Vegeta felt his hands tremble slightly. Radditz was dead, it was an illusion. He told himself yet he couldn't shake the feeling of how true those words had rung. Composing himself Vegeta shut down the GR, he was too disgruntled to continue training.

/

Bulma picked another wire careful not to disturb the other wiring in the process. If she could just steadily place this in here then-

"Woman, where do you keep the medication here?" Vegeta demanded bursting into the Lab.

Bulma yelped in surprise accidently dropping the wire in the maize again. "Damn it Vegeta, look what you made me do!" she shouted turning to glare at her husband.

"I made you do nothing," Vegeta said stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Right, I just dropped a crucial wire in a moment of madness?" Bulma said sarcastically.

Vegeta shrugged, "I fail to see how the state of your mind is any problem of mine."

Bulma huffed, seething silently. "Why are you bothering me any ways huh?" she asked.

Vegeta shifted, his gaze slightly to her shoulder. "Ineedanasprin," he mumbled quickly.

"What?"

"I NEED AN ASPRIN! Are you deaf?" Vegeta demanded.

"I'm going to be if you raise your voice like that again," Bulma snapped rubbing her ringing ears. "Why do you need an aspirin, thought you hated any type of earth medication labeling it 'poisonous rubbish'?"

"That was then and now is now," Vegeta replied curtly.

Bulma's forehead creased slightly as she searched Vegeta's face for any clues. His face was blank, no surprise there. "Well you still haven't given me a reason," she pointed out.

"Your constant mindless babble gives me headaches, is that a good enough reason?" Vegeta challenged.

Bulma sighed but remained quiet seeming to be in contemplation.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"The pills, Bulma!"

"Oh I was just thinking that with your DNA coding you'd need something stronger than an over the counter prescription…so I'll see what I can mix together for you," She replied searching her coat for her notepad and pen.

"Good I need it by today," Vegeta said stiffly.

Bulma's eyes widen. "Vegeta, my life doesn't revolve around you just so you know!"

"It can revolve around a banana for all I care just get the aspirin done…please," The last word was said with hesitation and caught Bulma off guard.

"Okay I'll start on it just as soon as I find my notepad."

Vegeta nodded then turned heading for the door.

"Thanks for asking me Vegeta," Bulma called out after him. Vegeta paused in mid stride, turning his head slightly back to her. "You're notepad and pen, are lying on your desk," he said and left.

Bulma turned to her desk and sure enough they were there. She smiled to herself at Vegeta's rare display of sweetness. But as she began working out the chemicals and products she'd need for the 'super' aspirin she couldn't help the unease that formed in her stomach.

Since she'd known Vegeta more personally and that was close to a decade now, she'd never heard him complain of any illness. This with the fact that Vegeta has seen the walls of the reformatory room more times than one could count. Why now? And over something as trivial as a headache?