CHAPTER VI: TELLING HIM
The third night in a row that I didn't slept. He crept in my dreams every freaking night, doing naughty things to me, that I seem to like, and then disappearing like mere wind.
And with him, I was referring to my future mate, as he calls it. Since I came up with the scary truth about the future kid, I realized I had hidden feelings regarding the prince. Why? Oh, God, why? And now I was in with the task of telling him about our future son.
That word sounded so weird in that context. Our. Me having a life with Vegeta was a frustrating thought, but I liked it. And I was surprised when I found out that I was yearning for it to happen.
I needed to tell him, and the perfect moment to reveal it to him was approaching. The machine that was supposed to revert him into his old self, was finished. Today was the perfect day, for letting our little secret to roam free between caring ears. And I'll have to wait for his reaction, expecting to be a good and joyful one.
While I was lost in my thoughts, sitting at the kitchen table, doing nothing, he entered, full of mud. I tried not to laugh at him.
"What happened to you, prince? Did you loose a mud-fight?" I asked, grinning evilly. He growled at me.
"Shut up, onna. I'm not in the mood. What do you want then?" Earlier that day I had told him I wanted to talk to him about something serious. So he sat down on the table and looked at me, boringly. But when I mentioned the future boy, his head jerked-up with full attention.
"What about him?" He asked. Me left eye twitched involuntarily.
"I have theories about his parentage Vegeta." He raised an eyebrow in expectation. "So?" He answered. "It's not my business."
I flinched without noticing. "It is, because, I am his mother" I answered. Now it was his turn and his left eye twitched in sync with mine. "No way" he murmured. "That means that Kakarrot or me…one of us is meant to be that brat's father."
I smiled wryly. "I think you got it figured it out." I mumbled. He looked at me dumb founded, then his face went pale and the next thing I knew is that I was alone in the kitchen, twirling my hair. I heard him shut the door of the GR, even though he was not able to turn it on. And I heard as he slammed his fist in the floor followed by a moan of pain (I smiled a little at this) and I heard when he said. "Damn planet." I didn't figured out where did the mud came from, I was happy.