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This next chapter, once again, takes another twist if you can call it that. It was really fun to write and I hope it doesn't confuse any of you. It also probably doesn't help that it's 6:14 am and I've been writing since 2 this morning! Oh well, it was completely worth it!
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It had been eating at him since he first reconnected with her.
How long had it been, a month? And he could already tell that something was wrong with his former girlfriend.
Bulma acted like she was holding something back and he was determined to get whatever it was out in the open. She was visibly underweight and he could occasionally pick out how pale her skin had gotten since last time he met with her, if she weren't so advanced when it came to makeup, it would be easier to tell her current state.
Regardless if she knew it or not, he came to the conclusion that he would approach Bulma about her "sickness" today. Maybe if he took her somewhere fancy and laid-back she would feel more open-minded to the discussion.
Yamcha checked over his appearance in the mirror. No matter how much Bulma had grown up, she would always be the little girl in the desert that judged everyone by appearance. And because of who he was, Yamcha was still trying to impress her.
He picked out his nicest hover-car -a red convertible- and went to Capsule Corp to pick up Bulma.
She lay on the floor spread out, with a pained expression on her sweaty face.
"Why did I have to agree to lunch?" Bulma put a hand over her mouth not wanting to even think about food. "Why do I even have to move!" she let her eyes drift over to the clock, "That's why I have to move! It's already 12:17 and I'm not ready for lunch yet! Shit!" she jumped up and grabbed the bathroom counter to steady herself. Yamcha was going to be there in 13 minutes and she looked like hell on Earth. "Shit, shit, shit!"
Ten minutes later, her bathroom was covered in makeup, random articles of clothing lay everywhere, and the air was filled with so much hairspray that someone who wasn't used to it would die almost immediately.
"Well, the place looks messy, but I don't!" with a toss of her hair and a shrug, she went to the main floor to wait for Yamcha, "I sure feel gross, though," Bulma took a seat and shut her eyes focusing on the only other person she would ever allow into her mind.
This stupid bond is killing me you bastard!
A smirk fell across her lips when she felt Vegeta's anger instantly rise.
He had an almost immediate reply, Let me train you stupid—
Ah, ah, ah Veggie. Be nice to me, I'm in a good mood for once! Besides, I have plans that I won't let you ruin for me! She bit her lip, making the Prince mad was too fun.
Plans, woman? With who?
That doesn't seem to be any of your business, prince! She was now fully grinning and opened her eyes. "Well time to think about what a wonderful time I'm having for the next hour or so, gotta make Vegeta jealous that I have plans with—" she looked around as if Vegeta could hear her and whispered, "Yamcha." At least he could only read her thoughts and not hear her words unless she thought about them too deeply.
She sighed and rested her chin in her hand. It was upsetting that she couldn't tell either of the men in her life about the other. Vegeta would probably get angry at her and 'the other guy' might—
"Earth to Bulma!" a hand waved in front of her face and she jumped back into reality. It seemed that Yamcha –'the other guy'- had snuck his way into her kitchen while she was lost in thought.
"Oh, sorry!"
He smiled and raised an eyebrow, "What made you so distracted?"
"Uh…" she needed to get him off of the subject somehow, "the lab!" She blurted, "There was this new machine I was working on and—"
"Here we go," Yamcha rolled his eyes. Whenever Bulma began a rant about the lab, he could never keep up or understand.
"Sorry, I get excited easily about those things," she shrugged with an innocent smile. Yamcha was too easily won over.
Bulma let him guide her to the car.
"So where are we going?" Bulma asked when he made it back into the car. Please not sushi, she thought, I don't think I could keep down sushi at the moment.
"An Italian place up the road a few miles," he started the car and began to drive.
She sighed with a smile and leaned back. The top was down and the wind blew her hair around her face. On a regular occasion, she would be fussing about how it was going to mess up her hair, but today the fresh air was very settling on her upset stomach.
When the pair made it to Leonardo's Italian Restaurant, they were seated at a table that had a wonderful view of the forest outside of West City.
The waiter came and took their drink order. He listed off a long selection of fine wine imports and Bulma's mouth began to water. Wine sounds SO good right now, she thought on impulse.
"I'll have wi—"
You will not drink wine! Vegeta's voice came through her thoughts.
"—water," Bulma frowned at Vegeta's interruption. What in the hell was that? He began to say something snide back to her, but she decided to ignore him and block him out of her mind as much as possible.
"You will not kill our brat!" Vegeta yelled, now realizing that she had blocked him out of her mind. "The Prince of Saiyan's child will be born without fault. I may not want this brat, but I am not so clueless when it comes to these things. Clearly the woman is ignorant to her current condition," he sneered and continued his rough training.
Yamcha stared at Bulma, "Feeling okay? I thought for sure you'd have wine after practically drooling over the selection."
"I… yeah, I just decided wine wasn't a good choice right now," she lied.
He stared at her for a moment longer but kept the questions to himself.
They talked about various vague subjects, after ordering their food, until the lunch came.
"Ah, here we have the house Caesar salad," the waiter set down a large bowl in front of Bulma, "and a plate of fettucine alfredo with stuffed portabello mushrooms on the side," Yamcha thanked the waiter as he walked away.
"Looks good!" Yamcha quickly dug in; he was starved.
Before another word was said, Yamcha had eaten his full plate of mushrooms and started to make a dent in his pasta when he noticed something was wrong.
Bulma had only eaten a few bites of her salad and sat there with a disgusted expression on her face.
"You alright Bulma? You look like someone put something awful in your food."
She frowned even more, "The smell…" she put a hand over her mouth and shook her head.
"It smells fine to—Bulma?"
The blue haired woman was heading quickly to the bathroom and it didn't seem right at all. Yamcha dropped his fork and sprinted to the ladies room soon after. He ignored the glares cast to him by a few women and went to the only stall that was closed.
"Bulma are you—"
The sound of Bulma emptying her stomach into a toilet overcame all other noise in the bathroom.
Yamcha made a disgusted face but ignored it and broke open the stall door in time to see Bulma slump to the floor; the true extent of her weight loss and dark circles under her eyes couldn't be ignored any longer. He grabbed a cloth and ran it under some cold water before coming back to Bulma's aid.
"Oh, Yamcha… it hurts so bad…"
He sat against the wall and gently cradled Bulma in his arms so he could clean off her face.
"You have to tell me what's wrong," he pushed her hair away from her now visibly pale face.
She ignored the question and put her face on his chest.
"We're going to the hospital, this instant," he stood up and held her close. If she couldn't tell him what was going on, a doctor sure could.
He ran by the table with Bulma in his arms, threw a hundred dollar bill on the table and was out the door in seconds. Yamcha completely ignored his car and quickly flew to the nearest hospital.
"Yamcha… stop this, I'm fine," Bulma weakly said to his chest.
He glanced down but shook his head. To anybody with any common sense, Bulma was definitely not fine.
When he landed, he still wanted to carry Bulma, but she made him put her down and opted to take his arm for support.
"Something is terribly wrong with my friend, please get her a doctor," Yamcha was playing hero and felt the need to seem stronger than ever to Bulma.
"You're going to need to fill out these forms first," a nurse handed him a clipboard.
"No, you don't understand. What if she's dying and we don't know?" he was being unreasonable, Bulma thought, but at least someone was worried about her.
"Yamcha, I'll be okay. I've been like this for a while," Bulma held her stomach and gave a reassuring smile. "I can fill these out."
He warily handed her the clipboard. "You should be lying down."
She filled it out and eventually a doctor was there to take her into a room.
It was stupid of him to think that anything of this sort would last. After all of the things that he had been through, he still let his mind think that she was the one that was going to be there for him. Why didn't he catch on at first? Nothing ever goes right for him.
It was angering, it was humiliating, it was… hurtful?
A mountain toppled over at the intensity of the ki coming from Vegeta's anger.
"I. Almost. Believed," he said with venom between clenched teeth, "you felt so different than every other damn thing in the universe."
But no, he would never –could never- tell her that she was something else to him. If she would really stoop to that low of a level, then she wasn't worth another second of his time. If there was no other purpose to his training than to save his woman's home planet, he would have stopped a long time ago. The want for the power that Goku had experienced was intoxicating and Vegeta couldn't possibly stop when he felt so close.
The new fuel to Vegeta's anger was Yamcha. Yamcha, the guy that he had practically killed by hitting him only twice. All because of that damn woman…
Flashback:
He was finished with his lunch and it felt like the perfect time to get some sleep after going without it for a few nights. Only a couple hours, he promised himself, then he would be off and training again. Vegeta's philosophy at this point was: the more I train the sooner the power that was rightfully mine to begin with would finally be within reach.
Before he could lie down in the bed of the spaceship, he made a note to make sure Bulma wouldn't act up and interrupt his slumber. The last thing he wanted right now was to have the blue-haired woman screeching in his ear about what a horrible man he is. He made sure to keep his thoughts calm and content in order to keep hers the same way.
As soon as his head met the pillow he dozed off, not completely asleep, but not awake either. It felt great after two complete days of no sleep and he never wanted to have to wake up. He began to fall into a deeper sleep, loving every second of this pure and unbothered bliss.
…Yamcha.
Vegeta jumped up.
It hurts so bad.
The prince grabbed the sides of his head.
Yamcha hurry…
Vegeta focused on the woman as much as he could. She was hurting and weak; more than usual, and it was unsettling. But why would she call to Yamcha and not him?
He clenched his jaw and focused on Bulma with all of his energy. She was sick; she was hurting. Her 'plans' from earlier weren't going as expected and she was –he squeezed his eyes shut, feeling out her every thought and feeling- frightened. She was calming slightly as someone comforted her. He could just feel Yamcha put his filthy hands on his woman and he felt purely disgusted.
Vegeta snapped back open his eyes and growled. No one touched the Prince's woman. No one. He walked to the main control panel in the spaceship and checked how far he was from Earth.
"Three fucking weeks," Vegeta raised his hand to punch the control panel but stopped himself and scowled, "she is going to be with Yamcha for THREE FUCKING WEEKS and I can't do a damn thing about it!" he scoffed, "As a matter of fact, she probably has been hanging around with that pathetic weakling the entire time I've been gone. The hell I could put them both through," Vegeta shook his head and tried to calm himself. "No, I refuse to waste my time on the woman any longer. I will take my time here in space and not worry myself over such small things. Since she has decided to go back to that weakling even after we," frowns deeper, "bonded. It's now that I realize she means as little to me as I do to her. I will never need to depend on anyone else but myself."
Vegeta's decision was finalized and he decided to set the spaceship even deeper into space to find another deserted planet with even higher gravity levels. As long as the fuel could support his trip, he would go as far away as possible.
Flashback ended.
He was now ready to set course on a new planet. The farther away from Earth he could get would be for the better in the end, he just knew it. He made sure everything of the ship was intact and started up the engines.
Vegeta quickly blasted off and walked towards a window just as the planet he had inhabited for only a week left his view. Space was empty ever since Frieza had died and it should be smooth sailing until he reached his next destination.
A small voice possessed his thoughts for a moment.
What have you done to me you bastard!
He rolled his eyes. "Looks as if Bulma has finally figured out her condition."
VEGETA ANSWER ME YOU BASTARD! WHY AM I PREGNANT? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME I COULD GET PREGNANT? WHY AREN'T YOU HERE WITH ME WHILE… I'M… PREGNANT!
Yamcha seems to have taken that job for me.
Her anger began to boil and Vegeta braced his mind for more spiteful words.
YAMCHA WAS NOT THE PERSON THAT GOT ME PREGNANT YOU JERK! YOU SHOULD BE HERE, NOT HIM! BUT NOO… YOU'RE AN ETERNITY AWAY. IT WAS ONLY NATURAL FOR THE NEXT SUITABLE PERSON TO TAKE THE JOB! Bulma started sobbing so freely that Vegeta could feel it through their bond. I need you here, but you can't be here.
The Prince wasn't expecting her to admit something like that so easily. It seemed now that she knew she was pregnant; it was okay for her to act like a hormonal pregnant lady. The mood swings for someone like Bulma were probably going to be hell for Vegeta.
I… he began to say something but tried to forget about it completely. She picked up Yamcha so easily; he could forget her so easily. Eventually he would return and would have to take some responsibility, but now was not the time and he wasn't the person for the job. We'll see each other. The words were emotionless, but got the point across better than anything else.
Moments Before:
As soon as Bulma made it to the hospital room the doctor began asking her questions about her symptoms and other normal procedure. When the questions were through, the doctor gave her and Yamcha –who she decided could stay in the room- a knowing smile and exited the room.
Yamcha turned to Bulma with a slight blush on his cheeks, "I… wonder what the look he gave us was for."
Bulma shrugged and leaned back on the table. She wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible.
There was a knock on the door and the doctor came back in the room. "I'm going to need a urine sample," he handed Bulma a cup.
She cleared her throat and raised an eyebrow at Yamcha, he immediately knew it was time to get out of the room.
Bulma went into the bathroom and did her business with no questions asked. She left the cup on the counter as the doctor told her to and she came back into the main room.
"What's this all about?" she sat back down on the table.
"I can't disclose any information, yet, so I don't feel permitted to say anything," the doctor went into the bathroom and put the cup in a plastic bag that he gave to a medical assistant to do something with.
Bulma frowned and called for Yamcha to come back into the room. It looked like they were going to be there for at least 30 minutes and she wanted to talk to Yamcha.
"Have they given you any ideas on what it might be?" he asked when he took a seat in one of the chairs.
Bulma shrugged and slumped forward, "I didn't notice how bad I've gotten."
Yamcha looked at her curiously, "What are you talking about?"
"Look at me Yamcha!" Bulma stood up and held out her arms, "I'm practically skin and bones and my skin looks horrible without makeup!"
"At least they're going to figure it out, though," he stood up and grabbed her hand. "No matter what happens, I'll be here to help you through it," he promised. "We're at least friends now, right?"
Bulma frowned and nodded. "Of course we're friends. I just don't know what I could possibly have that's making me this awful."
He dropped her hand and put his hands on her shoulders, "Stop saying that, Bulma. You'll be fine when this is all figured out."
They stood in silence, hoping the doctor would come in any second.
It turned out that the doctor took the full 30 minutes and came back when both of them were losing patience.
"I think you'll be relieved to hear the news," the doctor smiled at them. "Do you want him in the room while I give you your news?" he motioned over to Yamcha.
Bulma bit at her bottom lip and nodded, she wasn't going to do this by herself. Yamcha stepped close to Bulma and grabbed her hand before they both sat down.
The doctor had a weird grin on his face and looked back and forth between Bulma and Yamcha. The silence was killing them until he finally broke the tension, "Miss Briefs, you're pregnant."
At this point, all the time in the room had slowed down. Bulma widened her eyes and looked at Yamcha who dropped her hand and frowned. The doctor was in his own happy daze and kept smiling.
"Are—are you sure?" Bulma looked at the ground.
"Of course! There was no doubt about it!" the doctor smiled still and stood up, "I'll let you two both talk this through," he left with a wink as if anything good was going to happen.
"Yamcha I-"
"Don't even try that with me, Bulma. There's not a doubt in my mind that the kid in your stomach is Vegeta's doing. Am I right? I mean, I saw the way you two looked at each other when his gravity room collapsed that first time."
Bulma's eyes began watering and she nodded her head.
Yamcha frowned deeply and stood up knocking over his chair. "I'm going to need something to drink so I can get over this, or figure out what to do."
She had no reason to make him stay and watched as he walked out again.
Bulma closed her eyes and started her usual yelling at Vegeta, relying on nothing else to make her feel slightly normal about this.
A few days later, the situation had all calmed down slightly and it was about time for Bulma's parents to come home. Yamcha and Bulma sat together in the living room waiting for her parents to arrive.
The pair had gotten over the fact that Bulma was pregnant with Vegeta's child and Yamcha promised once again that he would take the child as his responsibility if needed.
"I'm scared, Yamcha," Bulma put her hand on Yamcha's knee.
"Why? Your parents are two of the most supportive people I have ever met," he put his hand over hers and they waited in silence once more.
Without warning, a crash came through the front door and they knew her parents were home.
"Oops!" Mrs. Briefs voice rang through the front room, "I must've dropped my bag against the door harder than I meant to!"
"Mom, dad!" Bulma stood up and ran forward to embrace both of her parents. "I missed you guys so much!"
They dropped their luggage and put their arms around their daughter.
"We missed you too!" Dr. Briefs smiled, "Anything exciting happen while we were gone?"
Bulma sighed but kept her smile, "You have no idea."
"Oh hello Yamcha, dear! Would you please help me carry my bags to my room?" Mrs. Briefs wasted no time to put Yamcha to work.
Dr. Briefs raised his eyebrows at his daughter. Apparently he had missed a whole lot.
"You both look so tan!" Bulma gushed, "I trust the weather on your cruise was lovely?"
"Only one day of rain!" Mrs. Briefs smiled, "It was wonderful. Maybe next time you can come and bring your boyfriend! I think Yamcha would love it!"
Bulma choked on her own spit and shook her head violently.
"Yamcha is not my boyfriend… not anymore."
"Oh my!" Mrs. Briefs put a hand over her mouth. "We have a lot to talk about after I freshen up!"
Bulma nodded and hugged her parents once more before letting them go 'freshen up' as her mom put it.
A server bot set some tea on the table and Bulma was prepared to have conversation with her parents and Yamcha.
She took a breath and sat down with her parents after they came back.
"So… tell us all about it," Dr. Briefs at this point was very nervous and curious at the same time.
"How about I start from the beginning," Bulma side glanced at Yamcha, "we are no longer dating, but we have a pretty good friendship going for us so that's fine."
Yamcha nodded and smiled at her to continue.
"Well… after Yamcha and I broke it off I… got involved with Vegeta is one way to say it," Bulma looked at the ground when she heard her mom squeal; knowing her mom wanted them to get together eventually. "Mom… dad…."
Dr. Briefs set down the tea he was drinking and sat up straighter, "What is it honey?"
"I… I… I'm pregnant… with Vegeta's child," Bulma bit her lip, waiting for their reactions.
Shock, curiosity, happiness, and more curiosity flitted across Dr. Briefs' face.
Mrs. Briefs was clapping with joy the entire time, "That's great, Bulma! But…." Mrs. Briefs frowned and looked around, "where is Vegeata? Doesn't he care that you're with Yamcha and not him?
Yamcha took the lead on this one, "Vegeta is off on a… training trip. He needed some time off. I decided it would be best for me to, you know, stay with Bulma in case anything bad happened."
Bulma nodded in approval.
Both the parents contemplated the news and glanced at each other with smiles on their faces.
"I'm going to be a grandmother!" Mrs. Briefs jumped onto her husband's lap and hugged him. "We're going to be grandparents!"
Dr. Briefs smiled and hugged his wife back, "We certainly are."
They had light conversation over tea for the remainder of the day until Bulma decided she had had enough excitement for one day and went upstairs to go to sleep.
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