I felt like an idiot when under the harsh bark of Vegeta's laugh. I could never stop him from laughing, and even though he mocked me for my naivety, I knew I would've figured it out eventually. Bulma seemed to know what was in store for mom, but she looked so happy about the 'worrying' symptoms I described... Could it really be that mom is-? Did she and Dad really have the time to-? I really don't want to be thinking about this!

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The city streets and side roads went by in a blur as Gohan sped up towards the upcoming Ki level, and he powered up a short burst of his Ki so that the prince of saiyans knew he had a visitor. Gohan didn't want any nasty surprises from the prince today, especially not some sneak attack or a shot to the face. Today he wanted to talk, tomorrow he would make it up to the fighter and try to ease the growing thirst that Vegeta harboured. Gohan landed one foot, and then sped forwards towards Capsule Corp. the moment his other foot touched the dirt. He slowed down as he got to the gates and finally ended up half jogging along the gardens up to the main building.

To the right stood Vegeta, his hair still shimmering from his power down from super saiyan to normal. Gohan reckoned the amount of times Vegeta had changed into a super saiyan had bleached his hair a little, because the jet black that was once there in his evil youth was slowly lightening up to the shade of earthly brown.

The two stood there, eyeing each other up; Vegeta wanted to see a new change, had his opponent gotten taller? Did he seem less strong now the Cell incident was over? Was there a way to provoke the kid just enough to fight without losing it? For Gohan things were different. He still saw Vegeta as a very scary person, and was merely checking to make sure the man didn't try to go on a rampage, starting with him, the little child who flinched every time Vegeta so much as looked at him. But things were different now. Vegeta, for the time being, was behaving himself quite well, and people at the corporation didn't seem to be all that bothered by him any more.

The prince finally spoke "Are you going to stand there all day like a gaping fish or are you here for a reason?" The demi-saiyan broke out of his trance and laughed nervously, another trait taken on from his father.

"Ah! I'm here to see miss Bulma... Although I did-"

"What?" The prince snapped, cutting across Gohan's polite mumbles. "What the hell else do you want?"

Gohan stifled a pout upon not having a good comeback and tried again with a more firm tone. "I was going to ask you about something, but it seems that now isn't the best time for it..."

Vegeta's curiosity peeked, and he uncrossed his muscular arms to lift one hand, motioning that the boy should follow. "The woman is playing with Trunks, i'm sure they will both be happy to see you." Gohan nodded and smiled at last, glad that somewhere in this building, there was someone who enjoyed having him over.

Gohan waved as Bulma looked up from the playroom floor, her eyes questioning the prince first but then travelling back over to Gohan. "Hi Gohan!" She greeted, picking up baby Trunks to bring with her.

"Hi Bulma, hey there Trunks!" Gohan replied, sticking his hand out for the baby to hold. Both Trunks and Gohan grinned as the baby's grip grew stronger. "He's getting big, you must be feeding him all kinds of good stuff Bulma." Gohan said, surprised by Trunk's hold at such a tiny age.

"Well he's a daddy's boy." She cooed over over her son and then placed him down, holding on to his arms lightly as the child began to try walking again "He's been trying to climb on everything since he found his legs, and I can tell you right now he must be getting it from Vegeta." The prince recoiled slightly as Gohan tried not to 'aww' at the comparison.

Then Gohan's face fell and he politely asked the two if he could have a serious talk with them both. Bulma ushered the group into the lounge area next door, and placed Trunks safely on a large puffy chair. The child seemed content to stay there for the time being, and sat back lazily. The prince took the sofa corner next to his son's chair, and Bulma took opposite, leaving Gohan to sit next to Vegeta. The teenager took a small breath and then looked at his father's childhood friend.

"Bulma... My mom;s been really ill lately, yet she says she fine. You're both a scientist and knowledgeable person on medical status, do you think you could help me out? I can promise now that it can't be that serious, because she's always up and about..." Gohan waited a moment as Trunks shuffled around noisily and then he continued "She's always pale, and she throws up almost every morning, but she claims to be fine... She also seems to drift off a lot, and that's not like her."

Gohan unloaded everything he could, trying to be a detailed as possible. Eventually Bulma gave a sigh of relief and she sat back in her chair. Vegeta smirked, as if he'd seen the symptoms before and his attention turned instead to his child, who had gotten off the comfy chair and started waddling about. The boys' head continued to get closer to the coffee table that separated the chairs, and eventually Vegeta instinctively placed his hand over the sharp corner, letting his son hit his head on white clothed skin, rather than mahogany wood.

"Gohan... Your mom's right, she's absolutely fine!" Bulma almost squealed "She's not ill in the slightest. What you described is morning sickness, and only women get it when they're pregnant!" She almost yelled "Oh this is wonderful, I had no idea! Vegeta isn't this wonderful?"

The prince grunted and waved the hand he took away from the table lightly. "Fucking peachy."