Chapter Seven
The affair went on for over a month, at which point his queen decided that it had gone on long enough.
Vegeta heard the man's voice from the other end of the building. He had just finished an intense training session and was soaked with sweat. He followed the sound of the voice until he was standing just outside the room from whence it came.
"Bulma, I'm sorry," the man said.
Vegeta smirked, listening anxiously for Bulma's sassy reply. "I know," she said. "I'm sorry, too." The prince's heart sank, just as his body slid down along the wall until he was sitting against it on the floor.
"Forgive me?" he asked.
"I already have. Honey…." Her voice trailed off and Vegeta thought he heard them kiss. "Yamcha, I'm pregnant."
Again, Vegeta's mind did a double-take. There was such finality in the simple phrase. Would the man run now? Would he change his mind and run?
"That's wonderful," the voice beamed. "Darling, that's the best news I've heard in a long time." More faint sounds of kissing. "I want you to marry me, Bulma Briefs."
She would say no, the prince told himself, she had already chosen her king. "Of course! I love you, Yamcha."
Vegeta wanted to get up—he wanted to run—but it seemed as if the training had worn on him after all. He couldn't move. He could only sit in his place against the wall and run his fingers through his own hair.
She was nothing, he reminded himself, an alien, a pest, something he had meant to exterminate only a few years ago.
"You bitch," he whispered to the darkness around him, inside him. "You made me say…that I loved you…loved you…you bitch!"
His queen and her lover left together. He heard the large front door slam shut.
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