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KimiruMai: Yeah, you know I wouldn't put her with Yamcha except for the scenario I talked with you about *nervous* Thankfully I can't remember the song.

WhatWhat123: Um…trust me, you won't be happy with the hell he causes at first. Eh, maybe. Some of it is some vengeance.

Lintu-lvr4: Glad it's peaked your interest :3

VegetaBulma Fan: Well, I have a new color coding system that will determine what stories I will be working on. I'll be updating all of them as much as I can based on the colors :3

DamonaVeggie: Yeah, she should have told him, but with the hormones, you can already see her irrational mind setting in. And yeah, Vegeta will make them pay, but he's going to grow a lot colder towards everyone.

Pallyndrome: She's not thinking rationally. She probably thought he changed numbers or something, but that's only because she's an emotional wreck with pregnancy hormones…not the best combination.

TFSrules: I was going to wait until after Trunks was born in the beginning, but I had decided before your review to have them meet back up while she's pregnant.

Sadezanobia: Thanks. Glad you liked the idea. I didn't want to pair her with Yamucha, but I wanted him involved somehow.

Smalsa: All I will say is that he will be there for the birth of Trunks, but that's the only spoiler I'm giving.

LunarSinner: Thanks. Someone else said it was like Romeo and Juliet. It won't end as tragically though. I'm glad you're hooked on the story :3

Sonia-s.a: Well, you're predictions are excellent…that's all I'm going to say.

Tempus Imber: Thanks, I appreciate it. Glad you like it :)

DaniellaDBZ4ever: Thanks.

Hatersfuelmyflame: Well, even if they are together, there's still going to be a few problems between them. You'll see.

KKsaiyancat: I'm glad you liked the twist :3

Yvonne: Someone else said that too, but Mallie-3 and I talked about it. We're going in two separate directions with our stories, so yeah. But her story is really good and I would recommend it (obviously you have already read it XD). Glad you like it.


Vegeta hadn't heard from Bulma in three months. He was starting to get worried about her. She had seemed so upset when she called, but then she just hung up. Vegeta couldn't get the panicked sound of her voice out of his head and it was driving him mad.

His phone started ringing Beethoven's fifth symphony, his father's ringtone, and Vegeta growled. His father always seemed to call at the worst moments. Vegeta reluctantly answered his ringing phone. "What do you want, old man?" he asked in total disrespect.

His father ignored the bitterness in his son's tone and said, "I need you to come for dinner tonight."

"Where?" Vegeta asked. His family had stopped eating with each other in private over a month ago when Vegeta and his father got into another fight about Bulma and the part he played in her "disappearance."

"The hospital," his father said casually. "Room 513."

Vegeta shot up on his bed. "Is mom okay?" he asked in concern.

His father growled. "Of course she is, but nice to know that you're more concerned about her than your 'old man.'"

Vegeta "hmphed" and said, "Whatever."

"Just come," his father ordered.

"Fine," Vegeta replied before hanging up his phone. He threw the offending device on his bed and sighed. He forced himself to get up and get dressed even though he would have rather stayed in his apartment and think of ways to track Bulma down.


Bulma was very thankful to Yamcha for keeping her secret. Everyone still knew her as Beeja, although now everyone knew she was pregnant. She was starting to show, so it wasn't really something she could hide. It warmed her heart that everyone was being kind to and trying to help her. Yamcha and Juu took turns, not only taking her to doctors' appointments, but also checking on her daily to make sure she was eating. It was necessary since Bulma was still in a depressed state and wasn't eating like she should. It was obvious to others that she was depressed by her situation, but Yamcha was still the only one who knew the full extent of what was happening in her life.

The regulars at the diner would give her a few extra dollars in her tip. She was grateful for that since she had been so worried about making rent for the month. At least she wouldn't have to worry about it at that point, but she didn't know what she would do as the pregnancy progressed. Eventually she would have to cut back her hours. It made her worry, but she felt she'd be able to handle it.

She also got the chance to meet Yamcha's cousin, Maron. She was the "friend" that Yamcha had told her about. Bulma understood why Yamcha was reminded of the situation. Maron looked a lot like Bulma did before she dyed her hair. Bulma had missed her coloring, but it had started to come back a month ago. Not being able to dye her hair during pregnancy, Yamcha went out and bought her a wing. Even Maron didn't know who she truly was.

"So how do you do it?" Bulma asked Maron one day.

Maron smiled at her before looking over to her son. "It's hard," she replied, "especially since my parents kicked me out. Thankfully Yammi has been letting me stay with him, although our family doesn't know that part. If he hadn't taken us in, I don't know what I would have done. I would probably be living in a homeless shelter and they would have taken Benny away from me."

"I'm sorry," Bulma whispered.

Maron shrugged. "I bet your story is no better than mine or else you'd be with your family now, right?"

Bulma sighed and said, "My dad didn't approve of my boyfriend and his dad didn't approve of me. I didn't want my boyfriend to have to choose between his family and me. My father's already done with me."

Maron frowned at Bulma. "Beeja, you should try to contact someone. If it's just your father's issue, why don't you call your mother and let her know what's going on?"

Bulma gasped. She hadn't even thought about her mother. Months had gone by and she hadn't even told her that she was okay. "My mother…" Bulma whispered feeling guilty over not contacting her sooner.

Maron could see the guilt in the girl's eyes and realized that she probably hadn't contacted her since coming to the town. She took out her phone and handed it to Bulma. "You can take it into my room."

Bulma took the phone and smiled. "Thanks."


Mrs. Briefs was sitting home alone when her cell phone rang, showing the words "unknown caller." She decided to answer to it, which she would have never considered doing before. Something was just telling her that she needed to pick up the phone. "Hello?" she greeted.

"Mom?" Mrs. Briefs sat up and gasped at the sound of her daughter's saddened voice.

"Bulma!" she exclaimed. "Are you all right, sweetie? Where are you?"

She heard Bulma sniffling on the other end. "I can't tell you where I am, mom. I want to, but I don't want Vegeta to come find me, especially with how I left things with him."

"You've spoken to him?" Mrs. Briefs asked. She was shocked, especially since Vegeta hadn't told her, not like she had the opportunity to talk with the boy or his mother since the whole mess started.

"I didn't tell him, but I should have," Bulma said confusing her mother. "I tried to call him back, but it said his phone got disconnected or something. I just couldn't bring myself to tell him."

"Tell him what, sweetie?" her mother asked. She was growing concerned with every anguished word her daughter spoke. Her maternal instincts were telling her that something was wrong.

"Mom," Bulma started hesitantly, "I'm pregnant."

Her mother was shocked, not that her daughter was pregnant, but that this situation went way passed "messed up." "Bulma, I need you to tell me where you are. I won't tell your father or Vegeta, but I need to come and help you. I've been worried these last few months. Please, just let me help you."

Bulma was silent on the other line. Her mother knew that she was thinking about all of her options. That was one of the many things she loved about her daughter.

"I'll text you the address, but mom…please don't tell anyone," Bulma pleaded.

"I won't, Bulma. I'll be there as soon as I can."

Mrs. Briefs quickly hung up her phone and was about to go get packed when she saw her husband standing directly across from her. He didn't look happy which led her to believe that he had heard her talking.

"So, you're cheating on me," he stated. It shocked Mrs. Briefs to be accused of such a thing, but she would rather agree with him than tell him about Bulma.

"Yes," she lied. "I'm sorry."

Dr. Briefs shrugged. He had expected as much after angering his wife in such a manner regarding their daughter. He felt that since Bulma's disappearance was partially his fault that he could at least give her this small amount of happiness. "Be safe, wherever the hell you are going."

"Thank you," Mrs. Briefs muttered. She watched as her husband left the room. Then she checked her phone for the address Bulma sent her. "Texas?" she whispered before going to pack her things, and a few things of Bulma's. She couldn't wait to see her little girl again. It had been way too long.


Vegeta took a deep breath before entering his father's hospital room. Of course, his mother was already there, but she was sitting very far away from the bed. She looked un-amused, but not hurt or angry.

"So what put you in here?" Vegeta asked emotionlessly.

"Hmph," his mother scoffed. "Too much fast food, soda, and hostile corporate takeovers."

"A heart attack," his father replied ignoring his wife's outburst. When Vegeta didn't even flinch at the news, Mr. Ouji frowned. "I need to get you prepared to take over the business."

"Because God forbid he take it easy," his wife snapped bitterly before running out of the room.

Mr. Ouji looked over to his son, not at all affected by his wife leaving. "We need to set aside our differences, Vegeta, for the company."

Vegeta was about to say, "Never," but he stopped himself. If he could take over the business, the he could take down Capsule Corp. and then allow his own company to fall under. He would make sure that his mother was okay and taken care of, but he would ultimately get revenge on both his and Bulma's fathers.

"Deal," Vegeta said with a smirk. "You have yourself a deal."


Bulma was tossing and turning. She had left Maron's house shortly after she had called her mother. Maron had heard the whole thing, but by accident, just as Yamcha had. She, too, had agreed to keep her secret, especially because they were so similar. It couldn't hurt to let people keep thinking she was Beeja. If they knew the truth, there would be press all over the place, and that was not what Bulma or the baby needed.

She shot up out of bed breathing hardly after having a nightmare that broke her heart more than not talking to Vegeta. It was a dream about Vegeta, and he was furious. In the dream, he had found her and come after her, only to viciously take their child away from her. He was so hateful, not a shred of his kindhearted self left.

A knock on Bulma's door pulled her out of her momentary fears. She looked at the clock and outside and realized that she had been asleep for hours. By this time, her mother should have been there.

Bulma gasped as her chest tightened. She couldn't help but feel nervous about seeing her mother again, though she knew she'd feel ten times worse if it were her father, and a hundred times worse if it were Vegeta.

Bulma went to answer the door, wig still on her head. Her saddened eyes met her mother's shocked ones. Bulma smiled with equal sadness and said, "Hey, mom. It's been a while."


A/N: I was going to make this chapter longer, but then it would have been too long to get to the scene I wanted to get to. But that stuff will be taken care of next chapter.