Date at the seaside

Bad Breakfast

Bulma awoke to find Vegeta wrapped around her, with his head nuzzled into her neck.

Shifting slightly she turned her body around and faced her sleeping prince, he looked so cute as he slept so peacefully not wanting to awaken him Bulma slowly pulled his arms away from her, and then slipped from the bed.

Her legs creaked as she finally found her footing on the warm soft carpet; she had been in bed far to long to be considered healthy. The sun was now pouring from the bottom of the curtains, and was half filling the bedroom with its warm light.

As she looked at the time on the television set, she was shocked to see it read 8.24 am. She had been asleep for goodness knows how many hours; she hadn't even awoken when Vegeta obviously decided it was time to finally come to bed.

Smiling again as she looked at his sleeping form, she fought the urge to go over and stroke his dark spiky hair. Her thighs still felt sore after the shower escapade yesterday; surprisingly her tummy was feeling much better.

Quietly she paced from the bedroom, sidestepping the Chinese water feature and then strolled downstairs still with the soft white bathrobe on.

She intended to make her prince some breakfast, he did deserve it after keeping her so entertained yesterday all three times!

No wonder her legs were aching, damn him for being so immense in the manhood section…

As Bulma entered the kitchen her mother had already beaten her there and was cooking some bacon, sausages and eggs. The smell made Bulma's stomach cringe; as she held in the urge to spew she cursed herself for not feeling any better.

Her mothers cooking usually made her mouth water, sidestepping around the island counter, Bulma opened the refrigerator and picked a bottle of orange juice, her mother still did not seem to even notice her daughters presence, she was busy humming a happy tune as she cooked.

As Bunny turned around and placed all the hash browns on one of the plates, Bulma groaned. Hash browns… she really wanted one of those delicious greasy waffle like things.

What felt strange however was the fact that she wanted a hash brown covered in marmite…

Her mother suddenly noticed her presence when she placed the sausages from the frying pan also onto the plate. Of course… the breakfast had to be for Vegeta.

"Bulma honey! Would you like any breakfast sweetie?" Bunny asked happily, as she bit into a sausage herself and went back to cooking the eggs.

She hadn't noticed the chalk faced Bulma, as she continued to cook.

The smell of the eggs reached Bulma's sensitive nostrils, as she gave up on holding her stomach and retched violently. Bunny turned to see her only daughter running from the room and clenching a hand over her mouth.

"I take it that's a no then!" she sang happily, as she cracked another egg in the frying pan and waited for the sizzle.

Bulma flushed the chain, and groaned in both pain and worry. How could she still feel so sick… this was beginning to get nerve-wracking, even when she had gotten food poisoning after a rotten date with Yamcha she had not been as sick as this.

It was on a whole new level, and the heiress did not like it one bit… there was no way she could work in these conditions, and that was just what was scheduled in for the afternoon.

Her father was going to miss a very important global meeting for his company, and he had chosen Bulma to stand in for him and represent Capsule Corporation.

She released a feral growl, as she thought about her no good lover lying content and healthy in his bed. He was probably curled up among the blankets completely oblivious to her torture in the bathroom.

As she wiped her face with the towel, she decided the first thing to do would be phone in and find another person to stand in for her. She hated having to phone in sick for work, it made her feel such a slacker whilst her father worked so hard.

Usually she would phone in when her Royal lover decided he wanted to prioritise the gravity room before anything else, or in some circumstances refused to let her leave the bedroom…

For once she was going to have to phone in for a genuine reason…

Reaching the end of the hall, Bulma picked the phone from the receiver and pressed the button for the companies reception.

"Good morning! Capsule Corporation, Miranda speaking, is there anything I could help you with today?"

Bulma groaned loudly as she realised the receptionist was the most annoying her father had hired.

Miranda, the nosiest most irritable female Bulma believed she had ever had the misfortune of meeting.

"Hi there Miranda, its Bulma speaking. I'm afraid I need you to send a com up to my father and let him know I wont be working today."

Miranda hummed most annoyingly on the other end of the line, as she typed something into the computer. "That's no problem Miss Briefs, you wouldn't happen to know which area of the building he could be located today?"

'good for nothing, stupid tart' Bulma mentally thought in her head, before she guessed she had to answer.

"We have a very important global meeting today, he was heading down to the tech labs to help out with something; so try there k?"

"Sure thing Miss!" Miranda chirped as she tapped yet even more data into the system.

Bulma growled, this girl really was a waste of space and the distinct smell of bacon was once again reaching her nose as it wafted on the air.

"Yes, he's located there. I'll send a com straight away. Could I ask why you wont be attending the global meeting?"

"No you cant ask. I don't pay for you to stick your nose into my business Miranda, now go and do that simple task I have asked and there won't be any problems."

The girl muttered something under her breath; no longer was she happy and chirpy. The heiress really seemed in a bad mood today, the receptionist smirked as she pictured the successful Bulma Briefs to have her hair trapped in a hairdryer.

"Just send that message and tell him I don't feel well. If he has any more questions or problems then to contact me,"

Miranda muttered something, which sounded like an agreement, and then before Bulma could shout at her again hung up the phone.

When Doctor Briefs heard the news he dropped his cigarette in surprise, he couldn't believe Bulma had picked today of all days to phone in sick.

He guessed the source of the problem would be the Saiyan prince, his little girl seemed to be seeing a lot of him lately, and a lot was never a good thing.

That boy was bad news…

Bulma opted away from entering the kitchen again, instead she decided to go and sit in the lounge and watch a bit of morning television.

Her orange juice was now tight in her grip again, as she sat herself on the long leather corner sofa and pressed the remote.

Putting her feet up, just as Vegeta had done the night before Bulma began to emerge herself in the morning talk show, it was about fast foods and the effects they have.

Her tummy grumbled, as she sipped the orange juice but ignored it. If this kept up she was soon going to need a plastic bowl she could just lean over and puke in.

Already she was feeling the strain, her body felt weak and her joints were aching; it really felt as though she was in the wars or recovering from something like influenza.

As Bulma found herself getting more and more interested in the morning television show, just as the lie detector results of a cheating man like Yamcha were being read out; the doorbell echoed throughout the lounge.

Grumbling she turned her attention from the huge plasma television for a few seconds, just as the man was found guilty of lying about having an affair.

Bulma strained her hearing until she could just make out Chichi above her happy mothers voice.

Bulma was mildly surprised, Chichi had said she would call around yesterday, but she never thought it would be this early! Unless she was flown, she must have left her house really untimely.

Bulma began to decide if she really wanted to move from the comfortable spot on the sofa, the leather had seemed to mould into her shape and now she really didn't want to move…

Although the front door was a long way down the hall, Bulma was pleased when she heard Chichi's shuffling footsteps getting closer.

The door to the lounge opened, and her best friend could be seen clutching a container of some disgusting looking soup, and a brown paper bag.

Chichi looked hot and sweaty, a clear indication to Bulma that the air conditioning in the building was obviously working well.

Outside it must have been really hot again, as she looked up and smiled to her best friend she felt her tummy gurgle violently.

For an hour of so it had settled down, and Bulma was getting hopeful that the tummy bug was beginning to pass, she couldn't have been more wrong.

'I'm never gonna eat again…' Bulma thought to herself as she slowly rose from the very comfortable leather seat. Her shape had moulded itself and as she got up she felt vaguely numb.

The heiress had only just woken up, and already she could feel what little energy she had seeping out from her.

"Bulma you should sit back down… you don't look so good." Chichi said quickly as she placed the soup upon the coffee table and took a seat in the armchair besides Bulma.

Bulma smiled weakly as she obeyed her friend, she wasn't feeling great and she could only assume she looked as bad as she felt. "What you mean I don't look good!" Bulma joked weakly as she allowed herself to sink back into the warm mould of the sofa.

"not to worry missy, Gohan has had the tummy bug too. He was in bed a couple of days ago, I'm sure it will pass soon."

Bulma nodded her head, and then felt a glowing from her belly. It was something she had never felt before almost as though something was tickling, then she felt the wave of sickness sweep over her again.

Pushing a hand over her mouth, she quickly shot up from the chair and muffled an excuse to Chichi.

As she ran to the closest bathroom, she was so busy concentrating on not spewing over the floor; that she missed the hard solid wall that she crashed into causing her to remove her hand.

As the disgusting vomit spewed out, an angry Vegeta growled and quickly moved out of the way unfortunately not fast enough… his chest was now covered in a yellow looking vomit, and the floor was even more covered.

Bulma felt tears whelm up in her eyes, as did Vegeta at the disgusting smell. "Woman! You disgusting creature! Now I need another shower!" Vegeta screamed, Bulma paled further and then held her mouth again before running off to the bathroom.

Vegeta quickly followed after her, determined that she wasn't going to get away with vomiting over him. He felt furious and at the same time slightly worried about his mates ecstatic behaviour.

Halting outside the bathroom, he stopped himself barging in when he heard a loud sob followed by yet even more violent barfing. For a second he forgot about the repulsive spew, which he had across his chest, wrinkling his nose at the smell the prince paused before gently opening the door.

Not entirely as he planned to do, he was fully intending on knocking the stupid wooden wall off the hinges and scaring the shit out of his woman. Something inside his gut prevented him from going off the rails, and as he saw the beautiful blue haired Bulma curled up on the tiles, with her head against the wall crying he felt his insides almost explode.

The horrid emotions wouldn't go away, as he stepped closer and continued to close the door softly behind him. Grabbing a towel before he sat down next to her, he proceeded to attempt to wipe some of the toxic substance from his body. He supposed it could only be similar to what he did in the bedroom with her sometimes… maybe just a little more gross but still.

"Woman…" Vegeta said softly, before he threw the towel in the laundry bin next to the bath. He turned his full attention on her, as she lifted her head weakly and pathetically as if she had no pride or dignity.

This was not the female that the prince had fallen for, she was not the same feisty mate that fought with him constantly and matched up to his insults and rants.

She looked a completely different image as she proceeded to hold her stomach and sob into the wall.

Before Vegeta even knew what he was doing he crawled even closer and pulled Bulma into a tight embracing hug.

Disclaimer: I felt it would be best to split this into two parts, the final epilogue has already basically been finished I am just going to change a couple of sentences but its very very nearly ready for posting…

:-0( Its so true, all good things DO finally have to come to an end… I am really going to miss rushing home from college and work to write this, and sitting in my college classes frantically typing… cough cough ahem work.

Of course I will still have all my fanfictions, but this one has a special place in my heart… I'm trying to get it just perfect!

I want to say a huge thankyou to everybody that has taken the time to review! Thank you so much! You all mean so much to me, (yeah I know that sounds cheesy) but when you're at work bored out of your mind and you pick up your phone and check your email (on my lunch in mcdonalds hehe) and you see all the glorious reviews!

You don't know how happy that makes me! Of course when I have a massive writers block, or a plot hole the size of the grand canyon, I just look at all my great reviewers and it kinda cures it and gives me inspiration…

So I want to say a big thankyou to everybody, and to let you know that you havn't just helped with 'Date at the seaside' but also with all my other fanfics!

(wow this has to be the longest disclaimer ever!)

well the finale epilogue will be coming soon! and please please do leave a review, and of course mention if you wish to see a sequal in the near future!

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