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Daddy's Girl

Chapter 6

What you do in the past effects your future.

Do good things good things happen, do bad things bad things happen.

It is karma...

Karma...

He used to laugh when he first time read about that earth ancient mythology in his father's in law library. He threw the book, Karmaphala, Law of Cause and Consequences; All Living Creatures are Responsible for Their Karma-Their Actions and The Effects of Their Actions, across the room. Ridiculous!

He always became the one who controlled his own fate. What could be stronger than the ascended of the ascended super Saiyan level? And so since the possibility was very low, he was very sure that there was nothing would be able to control him except himself. He had trained and trained day by day to get stronger and stronger, to make himself the master of his own fate. And karma was only a laughable folk told to children to scare them.

After all, he was Vegeta, the Prince of All Saiyans.

But then history revealed and recurred.

And now he started to think that his karma was chasing him.

At the beginning, he was glad that the day his beloved daughter opened her eyes, he was there on her side.

"Daddy?" Her voice was weak from the lack of use for the past a week.

"I'm here." He answered with the tone he ever used to speak to her when she was a little child.
"Why do you hate Goten, daddy?"

He clenched his teeth, why in the hell she had to ask that question in the very first time? "I don't hate him."

"Really?"

"Yes, I don't hate him."

"I want to see him, daddy. I want to meet him."

"Honey, we have to wait. Goten still need some rest before he can fly here to meet you." Bulma suddenly entered the room and walked towards her daughter, "I'm glad you're awake. How do you feel?"

"I'm thirsty mom, can I have some water?"

"Sure, honey. But you have to be very patient before you can get your wine glass." Bulma smiled at her daughter and took a pipette from the desk to help Bulla get some water drops. The beautiful pale face smiled back weakly, her mother's presence had made her forgot her conversation she just had with her father.

Vegeta held his breath and left the room in silence.

What could he do now? It was his hands which had invited the problems he himself was facing now. If his princess demanded to see that spawn of the third class, it must be his responsibility to bring him there. There was a baby in his daughter's womb now, Goten's baby, he was very sure of that. He could not let his grandchild born without a father, could he? And he knew it must not be as easy as bringing Goten in to coma. Vegeta swallowed hard, he was very sure that he had to swallow his pride once more time this time, for his daughter's sake, for his to be born grandchild's sake.

He knew he had to meet Goten soon or late, but he had tried to postpone it till the last second. Bulla was getting better and better day by day and she insisted to go home as soon as possible. Bulma had helped him a lot. Every time his daughter started to ask him some questions about Kakarot's spawn, his wife always knew how to make their daughter change the subject.

But the time was running out, Doctor Leon had permitted them to bring Bulla to home this afternoon.

The harpy wife of Kakarot opened the door for him and soon greeted him with an insulting smirk. She folded her arms across her chest and didn't say a word, not even asked him to come in.

"I'm here to talk to your son." Vegeta still tried to keep his coolness.

"Why? Because your daughter is pregnant and you want my son to responsible for that?" There was no hospitality in her voice, not even a sympathy.

An apparent shock was drawn on Vegeta's face. He was supposed to know that Kakarot must have told his harpy wife about what the doctor had said about Bulla in the hospital that day.

"Don't get in my way." Vegeta shrugged her to pass the way to the Son's living room. He had felt Goten's ki there. And there he saw him, sitting and leaning his back on the couch and watching TV. There were still few bandages on some of his body's parts, but it seemed that he was very healthy after all. The young Demi Saiyan tilted his head towards Vegeta's direction as he heard the prince's footsteps approaching him.

And before Vegeta could say anything, Goten said, "If you think I'm going to marry your daughter for that baby, Vegeta, forget it. I'm not planning it."

Vegeta stopped shocked in his track, he could hope the worst reaction from Chichi for what he had done but not from the young Demi Saiyan,"What do you mean?!"

He turned his gaze back to his TV and then repeated his words like if Vegeta's presence meant nothing for him, "Like what I said, I'm not planning to marry your daughter, Vegeta, with or without that baby."

Vegeta took a deep breath, trying to re-adjust his almost cracked patience. It was the time, it was the time he had to swallow his pride, "Look, I'm sorry for what I'd done to you the other day. I had to admit that I lost my control. I didn't think that your relationship with Bulla had been this far. I bless you two now, so please meet her and talk to her."

Goten threw him a cocky smirk, "You bless us? Well, it seems that you don't understand what I've told you, Vegeta." He stood, facing the Prince, it was seen very clear that his physical wounds were at least ninety five percent healed, "Listen to me once more Vegeta. How can you bless us if I don't intend to be with her? Everything between she and I are over now. I don't care if she's pregnant or not."

Vegeta's patience was really cracked now, "You! How dare you...!" He got only several inch closer to the Demi Saiyan and his hands were about to break Goten's neck or to throw him to the air again. But Bulla's face flashed in his mind, he couldn't let his daughter suffer more, he couldn't let his grandchild born without a father...

"So what?!" Goten yelled, "So you're going to hit me again like what you did that day? You're going to make myself coma again? Or you're going to kill me? Go ahead, Vegeta! Go ahead! I'm not afraid of you!!"

Vegeta lowered his hands and now clenched his fists , not to attack Goten, but to control his own anger, "I think you love Bulla." he said coldly.

Goten threw him a smirk once more time, "No, Vegeta, I don't love her. It was lust. It was just lust, Vegeta."

Vegeta suddenly heard his own voice, in his younger version, said almost the similar thing, "It was lust, Bulma. It was only lust." His flashed memory was enough to make him froze and loose his words before the unfathomable expression of the Demi Saiyan. He spun his body and left Goten and left the Son's residence then.

It was the beginning of his karma's revenge.

He was lost in his mind, walking like a zombie, not knowing where his direction was. Home? To Capsule Corps? How should he face his family if he got back there? He had been rejected by that Demi Saiyan. Somebody who was obviously much weaker than him, The prince of All Saiyan. And the worst was he couldn't confront Goten. What Goten had said to him had made him feel like being slapped very hard on his face. In his nowhere-to-go walk (he didn't even bother to fly), he saw the scenery of trees and hills and valleys he was passing turned into a series of film about his past. He was the actor there of course, the main actor.

Every time the night was starry, he always let himself took a little look at it, silently. And every time he did it, his gaze was always pointed at the same direction, in a far far away place in another galaxy. He felt he still could recognize the space which was used to be the orbit of his home planet and his kingdom. And he wondered, did he miss it? He couldn't tell. He was taken from there when he was a very young child, about five or six years old and then the red planet was destroyed, blown into dust by Friezza. So most of the memories he had about it were blur, only a very little part was clear. He remembered his planet was red and arid. He remembered his father's figure, who always stood very tall above him, but he couldn't remember how her mother's was.

He usually never came back to a planet twice on his purging mission. He kept telling himself that his existence on planet Earth for the second, after Namek, was an accident. Yes, it was true. The earthling accidentally wished him back from death by Friezza and sent him to earth with them. But then he left to out space with Capsule Corps spaceship and when he came back there again, he couldn't find himself a reason why. Why was earth of all planets in the universe? He used to think that it was for Kakarot, to fight him again till he won and took his claim as the strongest warrior. But slowly, over the months, he doubted his own intentions. And why should he choose Capsule Corps, over all places on this mud ball planet, to land and to stay?The gravity room was just one of his reasons.

He knew there was something, there had been something since he first time met the blue haired beauty on Namek.

The attraction they had for one another grew stronger everyday and none of them could resist. And, only few months after their gathering under the same roof of Capsule Corps, one month after the gravity room explosion incident, they had already had their regular meeting schedule. So there he was one night on one of his visits, standing on her bedroom balcony. He took a little look at the starry night as Bulma combed her now long straight hair and changed her clothes into one of her sexy night gown collections inside. She had told him about it the other day. Was what it, a lingerie? He only wore his shorts from training though he had taken a shower before he came there. Why should he bother to change if he was about to throw the garments he wore in a minute he got there?

She embraced his waist from behind and leaned her head on his back. He could feel her butterfly kiss touched his earlobe and he cursed himself because his body reacted so badly for such a very light kiss.

"Will you stop acting like that?!" He snapped.

She was used to his harshness, so she just smiled and continued her action. Her perfectly nailed fingers tracked his bare chest now, played with his nipple. He wanted to let out moan, grabbed her slim waist back and repaid her action the same way. He wanted to make her moan harder than him, he wanted to make her scream his name on his ear and he wanted to make her surrender before him, surrender...

And then he did.

But he never got enough of her. She was an ecstasy, she was...

Vegeta thought he had gone crazy. Every time he saw her, he wanted her. Every time he heard her voice, his body reacted. And every time she touched him, he lost his control. He couldn't let it happen all the time. He was the prince of All Saiyan, the true warrior of his race, of all universe. What had he turned himself into? A kind of beauty freak?

It was a wrong thing, a very wrong thing.

He saw her smile beside him when they both lay in exhaustion on the bed. There was something different on the way she smiled. Was it only his feeling that he saw her face shined with unusual delight that night?

She lifted her head and faced him until their noses and lips were only about an inch apart. She looked ready to plant some more kisses on his cheek, on his lips, on his other body's parts... She was ready for another round.

"What makes you look so happy?" He asked between the kisses.

"I have a news for you." She said with a chuckle and still continued kissing him.

"What is it?"

"I'm pregnant, for about three weeks."

He froze before he snapped, "What?!"

"What what?!"

"I think you said you wore protection!" He jumped from his position and sat on that bed.

"I did! But it didn't work like what its supposed to. You don't like it?" She started to have sour expression on her face and worried.

"I've told you that I'm not interested in offspring!"

"So? What do you want me to do?"

"You can get rid it off."

"Vegeta! How can you say that?!"

He stood and turned his face to another direction, avoiding her teary eyes, "Don't be sentimental Bulma."

"I think you love me."

"No, I don't."

"So, what is it all about?"

"It was lust Bulma. It was only lust."

-

"Welcome home, auntie." Little Catherine ran toward her aunt and hugged her legs as Bulla stepped down from the aircar and Bulma helped her. Trunks unloaded their baggage and walked behind them.

"Thank you, Cathy."

Marron stood behind her five years old little girl and then she greeted her sister in law with kisses on both her cheeks, "Welcome home too."

"Thanks, Mar."

"Be careful, Cathy. Your aunt isn't so well yet." Bulma warned her granddaughter.

"Its okay mom, I'm not invalid. I can walk by myself." Bulla shrugged her mother's hand and bended to have the same eye level as the little girl. "I miss you, Cathy. Do you miss me?"

"Sure, auntie, I miss you too. I have no friends to play with if you're not home."

"Don't you play with Cameron?"

"All what she does is crying and peeing on her diaper." She sighed an adult like sigh and it made all the adults there laugh.

Bulla suddenly held her stomach in pain, "Aw..."

"What happen auntie?"

"Are you okay, Bulla?" Bulma asked.

"Aw, mom..." Bulla was about to fall to the floor as her face became paler.

"Trunks! Help!" Bulma called her son.

Trunks put down the baggage he held on the floor and ran to catch his sister. Bulla closed her eyes as Trunks carried her on his arms, "Should we get back to hospital, mom?" He asked.

"No...no...please." Bulla cried, giving a sign if she was still conscious, "I don't want to get back to hospital, please..."

"Okay...okay, honey." Bulma said, "Bring her to her room, Trunks. I'll call doctor Leon."

"Okay, mom." Trunks then walked upstairs with Bulla in his arms as Bulma made a phone call to the doctor who treated Bulla in the hospital.

"Is aunt Bulla okay, mama?" Catherine asked her mother as they both were left in the Briefs' living room.

"Sure, sweetie. May be your aunt is just tired." Marron tried to reassured her daughter though she wasn't sure about what she said.

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