I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. I could hardly breathe. I felt so stupid, so used, and so melancholy that I didn't even want to be in my lab nor my bedroom...

I stayed outside a lot of the time. As it grew cold and closer to my birthday, I grew colder and meaner to everyone around me. Of course, everyone guessed what was wrong. I was mad. I was sad. Damnit, I was downright angry!

No, I did NOT expect a wedding or something. But he could've at least said bye! Why didn't he? Why?

That one word echoed in my ears for a couple months, and then again when the vomiting started. Nausea reigned and I got extremely bloated. Connecting it to my menstrual cycle, I thought nothing of it because of the swirling emotions running through me. I had enough estrogen to fuel two female bodies, not just one! The crying, the cramps, the insomnia, and then waking up with my face in the toilet bowl every morning was a charm as well.

Finally, I was sick of it. I went to my lab and did every test possible. Measles, influenza, bird flu, and STDs to name a few. I was simple bringing no results to the table! Frustrated I looked back into the database of tests to do on myself, for I had plenty of urine and hair samples to correctly sample myself. That's when I looked at the checklist and saw one test that was unmarked.

Pregnancy test.

My eyes went wide. There was no way. No way! I'd had adequate birth control even though Vegeta had used nothing. Did he somehow surpass it? What the hell?

So I took the test. Positive. In seconds. Great.

I started to cry just as my dad walked into the laboratory. He saw the urine samples and the tests, and having been through it once with my mom, put two and two together. He came up behind me and laid a soft hand on my shoulder and it was wracked by a huge, monstrous sob. Kami, I felt pathetic.

"It's okay, dear. These things happen-"

"It was NOT supposed to happen! Not like this."

I got up and stormed out.

The entire week was one full of anxiety and sadness. My body was still going through hell as it went through its first trimester with nothing but resistance.

And then Yamcha came over.

"Hey Bulma... Wow, you look like hell. What's wrong?" He asked, a pink flower in his hand. I looked at it with hatred in my face and then turned around to run to the toilet. Its smell made me vomit up my entire lunch of tuna, sweet pickles, and vanilla ice cream. Not the best combination to regurgitate, either. When I left the bathroom, there he was, waiting to talk to me.

"Look, Yamcha. I'm fine. What do you want?" I was so mad. Mad at myself for what I knew and could not tell him. Mad at him for not being the one to do this to me, because he sure as hell wouldn't up and leave for outerspace.

"Well.. First of all, I came to say hi. And your birthday is next week so I wanted to know what you wanted. Maybe some Pepto Bismol?"

I glared, "Haha. Very funny. If you're just going to crack jokes at my physical state then do it elsewhere."

He stepped back, "Whoa, Bulma. It was just a joke. What's wrong, anyways?"

I looked down, and for the first time since I found out, my lips cracked a small smile. "I'm pregnant..."

He froze, his eyes blinked heavily, quickly, and then dropping to my stomach, which I was faintly holding. He was in shock, I could tell, because he actually closed his mouth for more than a minute. He was usually never silent nor nervous, but I could literally feel his entire mood just drop.

Probably because he knew it wasn't his.

"Bulma, we haven't... I mean, heh, it's um- Been a while, right? Immaculate conception, perhaps? Was this some kind of experiment gone wrong-?"

"Shut up, Yamcha! I would NEVER do this to myself, never in a million years! I'm sick, I'm deteriorating basically. My blood pressure is too low, my heartrate is too high all the time, and I am constantly puking everything I eat! You have no idea how this feels, so don't even try."

He gulped. "S-Sorry, I just don't understand-"

"What is there to understand? I had sex, I am now pregnant. End of story."

"No..."

"No, what?" I turned to face him angrily, seeing red everywhere. He had the saddest look on his face that my entire exterior dropped the shield of madness it was carrying. I did not want to say it for him.

"Whose is it, Bulma?"

"The baby's not an it. I think it's a girl... I don't know." I said softly, looking down at my stomach, tears building in my eyes that were concealed by my blue bangs that I'd gotten cut just the other day. My hair was now short- past my ears a little, so that I didn't feel so heavy with this baby.

"Seriously. Tell me. Before I start guessing-"

"Vegeta. Vegeta is the father of my child."

Time stopped before Yamcha's nostrils flared and he was off, out of Capsule Corp. and towards the small gravity chamber that was on the lawn. I shook my head and whispered, only to myself, "He isn't here..."

"Vegeta! Vegeta, you motherfucker!" Yamcha yelled at nothing, and I could see cars stopping just to watch him in his lovesick rampage. I didn't understand why Yamcha would do this, after all he was the one who couldn't stand being faithful for more than a month. Now that Vegeta'd had me, it was the end of the world?

When he got back, he was breathless. I kicked up the side of my lips and watched him with something like pity. I wish I knew how he felt, what it was like to be on the outside. But I couldn't. I had once been in love with Vegeta and he left. That was all..

"I know he isn't here..," Yamcha said, stopping to take a breath. "But I couldn't.. I just can't.. Bulma, why?"

I closed my eyes, hating this moment. "I-I don't know. I was alone, Yamcha. I got lonely and-"

"Why couldn't you just call me? Why didn't you just stay? I would have LOVED to have a baby with you, and you know this!"

"I do!" I yelled, placing a hand on my chest and feeling my heart race as adrenaline kicked through me and my defensiveness,"But you were too busy flirting at the bar with other chicks! I knew what you were doing. And you never called me, either. So it's a tie."

"But... Vegeta? Come on, why Vegeta? He killed me once!"

"Well, no shit. Of course, I thought about who he is and what he's done, but he was someone different when it was just us alone together-"

"Well, no shit," Yamcha said, copying me. "He just wanted in your panties, was all."

I slapped him. Hard. It hurt to hear the truth and I let tears fall down my face. My body was too tired to release the sob building in my chest. "You son of a bitch. Get out." I demanded softly before running up the stairs to my room and slamming the door shut. I plopped on my bed and began to cry harder than ever. Why couldn't it be Yamcha? Why not? It wasn't like Vegeta was here to claim her or her child as his own.

I was so confused and so hurt and so pregnant that I couldn't stand it. I wanted to do something, kill something, eat something alive and just rip through someone to get the pain out. I was so angry, so sad, and so tired of everything physically and emotionally that Yamcha was my only target. Then I felt guilty. I felt him come into my room, heard him sigh before he got on my bed and started to rub my back as I cried.

"I'm s-sorry, Y-Yamcha.." I said through muffled sobs. He nodded.

"I know. Me too."

"I don't know what to do.. I'm by myself in this and I don't know what to do."

Yamcha shook his head. "No. I'm not letting him get away with this. I won't leave you like he did, Bulma. Give me another chance, please!"

I took in a breath, instantly uncomfortable with his request. I knew my feelings for Yamcha would never amount to what they were for Vegeta. And should Vegeta return to kill the Androids and see what I did, he might just kill a few more people than that. So I didn't. I said no. Yamcha was hurt, mostly by the entire situation, but he accepted it. He said he still wanted to help me and my baby, because he knew Vegeta wouldn't protect us once the Androids came. I agreed and said that was fine. Then he went home.

And I was alone again.

I fell asleep on the couch watching some stupid reality show with dinosaurs and jungles. I imagined myself outside, in labor, and I saw Vegeta's silhouette coming down the ramp from his spaceship. I cried out and reached for him. Nothing. He scoffed and walked away from me, leaving me there to deliver in my front lawn. Then all I saw was red blood and my baby was in my arms somehow, but then two tall monsters came to snatch him.

No one was there to protect us. Not even Goku.

I woke up screaming. I ran to the bathroom to puke, then pee, and I saw blood on my underwear. My face dropped. Then I realized I was merely spotting, as was mostly common in pregnancies, but it was still a lot.

My mother came down. It was apparently only ten o'clock at night and I knew I'd be pulling an all-nighter now that I took a stupid nap. I told her my dream. She frowned and rubbed my shoulder, "It'll be okay, sweetie! You have all those brave men to stand by you and the baby when those pesky Androids come! And don't worry about the bleeding, I had it too."

"Mom, it was kindof a lot, though."

"I know but don't forget you weren't impregnated by just anyone, Bulma. This one was a Prince!"

She went off to make tea for us and that's when it hit me. Of course! This would totally not be a normal pregnancy because Vegeta was a Saiyan.. Everything is going to be ten times more exaggerated and painful... Great.

Then I knew who I'd call the next day.

I could eat. I could finally sleep. And best of all, I could train.

Sure, the scent of her musky arousal came back to me at inconvenient times and I secretly missed the thrill of having verbal warfare with her. I briefly wondered what her likely explosive reaction was to my leaving. Again, the ugly feeling of guilt crept up to me but I swatted it off like an annoying fly, just as he did with everything else concerning her. I came here to forget her, to spit her out after eating her whole. And that was what I was doing.

He could literally feel his power level ascending by the day as he trained, ate, and slept his way through the galaxy. He had no real track of time, nor did he want it. He hardly ever grew tired, and when he did, he knew his sleep cycle was short and sweet because the stars hadn't changed their alignment only but slightly when he awoke. He was glad to be rid of the sun as it poured through the windows of his gravity chamber. He was glad to be rid of the woman and her pesky antics.

He was happy doing the most menial of routines. Wake up, train on a planet with as much gravity as possible, eat, train more, then sleep. He knew nothing else and this would aid him in his quest to achieving the legendary status of Super Saiyan. He just knew it. He felt it.

Unfortunately, he did not feel the ki growing within Bulma, and he would not know the existence of his child until he returned to Earth.

I couldn't see anything. I could barely hear. Everything was a blur, but there was so much pain. Black mixed with blue and all I could say was Vegeta's name, over and over just like our night together...

"I have killed many a people... Bulma."

Even after my breath had returned, the husky way he said my name was enough to steal it again and turn my knees to jello. "I..I... I know, Vegeta."

I closed my eyes and swallowed, seeing his lips curl into their devious smirk before doing so. "Say it."

"Say what?" I asked quietly, my whisper shaking like a small child's.

"My name. Say it again."

"Vegeta."

Where was he? Why couldn't I see? I squirmed and scrabbled, searching my mind for answers but saw nothing, found nothing. No Vegeta...

"I am a Prince. Don't you ever forget that woman..."

I'm not... I can't. I've tried. Where are you?

"Shut up! I don't need you, not here and not ever!"

What? Wait, stop, I can't even see you-

"You act as if I owe you something for all that you've done.. Well guess again! I need nobody!"

Please stop, this hurts so much... Kami... Help...

"No, you show ME respect. I am the Prince of all Saiyans and I will make you never forget it!"

Stop... Vegeta... Come back to me. What are you afraid of?

"What are you afraid of?"

"What a strong man he is!"

"Home late are we, woman? Another fun-filled night with that idiotic clown you call a mate...?"

"Your damn wallowing kept me awake, woman."

I'm sorry.. Please, return to me-

"Do not tell me what I need, woman! Of all people, you are the last to sit there and give me advice about what I should do. Maybe you should try to give some to yourself, instead."

"I could kill you right now if I wished... Your blasphemy has certainly earned as much."

Kami, this is so painful I probably wouldn't mind that... Oh Kami, what am I saying? VEGETA!

I sat up, everything was soaked with Kami knows what-sweat, blood, tears, and other ungodly liquids as I reached for the bedsheets and ripped them up, my breath catching in my throat when I looked down and saw nothing but watered down blood. The orange mixture was enough to make me puke, but energy surged through me. I had to do what ChiChi instructed me. Breath heavier than you ever have before. Do not call the ambulance. Stay there, deliver, and everything will be fine.

Everything will be fine.

"Ahhhh!" I screamed, falling over as my body wracked in tremendous pain, knocking over the telephone as I did so. I tried to dial Yamcha's number as fast as I could but got the wrong number and cussed out for it being three o'clock in the morning. In labor and much pain, I decided to cuss at them back before slamming the phone. Luckily, my baby wasn't present to see that so I did no harm.

I heard the alarm trip and Yamcha was at my side in an instant. My parents were already up from the ruckus I had made and turned off the alarm, calling the security office to notify them that I was in labor and had called for help. Everything was fine, just breathe, just breathe.

Next thing I saw was white. White all around me like snow. There was nothing but searing pain, contractions wracking my uterus as my cervix dilated and my fragile, human body was preparing itself to birth a demi-Saiyan baby. Kami, what was I thinking?

I had underestimated the weather in the atmosphere as I attempted to dodge the flying rock in the deep layers of space. They were getting bigger and more frequent, my body was already aching from each one that I somehow missed. I blasted over and over, flying and darting out the way of flying rock more than four times my size. At this point, I was grinding my teeth to try to survive. Yet I held no fear, I could feel the imminence of my strength as it built from each injury and every mark of damage.

I could feel my mind begin to reel. The woman, that stupid planet I had yet to return to, and the Androids that somehow impeded my final battle with that Saiyan buffoon Kakarrot. I was ready to rip something in half, adrenaline charged my veins and I yelled into the sky, roaring my power to the entire universe before lunging for the rocks, sending my fists through them and releasing balls of Ki to those I couldn't reach.

Then I was hit from behind with what felt like a boulder. I was sent into the dusty ground of the planet, its skies beginning to darken as rain started to shower over me. There was a startling pain throughout my body like cold shockwaves while the air was knocked out of my lungs. I couldn't breathe, could hardly think, and I was ready. I was ready for more. This would NOT be the end of the Prince of Saiyans.

This was it.

I allowed myself to go through every phase of my life. Through being born into royalty, to losing it at age five and being held captive by that tyrant lizard that I was meant to destroy, then the premature death I faced on Namek, my tears in front of Kakarrot, that damned kiss with the woman, her wide eyes of turquoise piercing my dark stare, my body penetrating hers, and finally I left it all behind. I didn't care anymore. Everything that infuriated and humiliated me was now gone. I had nothing left to lose, nothing to hide, and nowhere to go. This was it.

Finally.

Through the storm of the flying rock, my body accelerated itself, and the floating doom of death was in the air. My nostrils flared, my fists were thrust into the rock beneath me, and my muscles clenched throughout my body. I was ready, more than ready. I was already there.

"Do you hear that Kami? You ignorant bastard.. I am the legendary Super Saiyan! I do not CARE anymore! Fuck Kakarrot.. Bulma.. That annoying brat from the future.. Ughh!" He felt his body being pricked by the rocks as his muscles bulged suddenly, his pupils dilating as his eyes turned turquoise and his body flickered with yellow light. It was finally happening. He let it all go, every emotion he had shoved underneath and berated himself for.

Many lightyears away, Bulma felt the contractions getting closer and closer. The only hand available was Yamcha's and she pushed as hard as she could when instructed to do so by the family doctor. Breathing heavy, sweating hard, Bulma was drenched in every body fluid there was but she pushed and pushed through the contraction. She could dimly feel the small fetus sliding through her, anxiety building within her. She wasn't ready for this moment. This wasn't right. Why was she doing this alone?

She looked up at Yamcha, pushing more, and he sent her an encouraging smile. She wasn't alone, after all. She had her friends and they had her. Here she was, giving birth to a baby and Yamcha wasn't even the father but he still insisted on being there for her and her baby.

As Bulma cried out her final scream, Vegeta turned completely yellow and yelled out his victory.

Wow. I didn't think I'd make that happen so fast! HAHA.

Oh well. Couldn't stop writing today so it'll be a while for another update. Gotta get through work and my winter vacay from school. :)

Thank you so much for the many reviews I've received so far. It's so important to know what you guys think and the feedback both inspires and helps me write even better for you guys!

~Jckash03

"Leave me the hell alone!" He outraged, sending a blast toward my camera.

The screen went blank.