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It has been WAY too long since I've updated this story. I would like to apologize for taking so very long. This summer I moved to Washington DC for acting school and I wasn't supplied with a computer because it wasn't required for the program. I've been writing in notebooks all summer long, but it's nothing compared to being able to type my ideas down as quickly as I think them up.
I got home as of two days ago and I would like you guys to expect at least one more update before I go back to school this Monday (even if I'm deathly sick and awful).
Special thanks to those of you that reviewed:
aangfan- You have nothing to worry about! Anything between Yamcha and Bulma will be nothing but platonic. This is a V/B fic after all :) Thank you for reviewing! I hope you like this next chapter
Miss Katrina Malfoy- You're already a few steps ahead of me :) In the upcoming chapters, I promise Vegeta will put Yamcha in his place when he returns once and for all. I hope you like what I've done with this next chapter! Keep reviewing, I love your honest constructive criticism!
OMGitsADDYB- I love your Tumblr, by the way. You have some steamy pictures of Vegeta floating around ;) We do love Vegeta, though! And I'm glad that you've stuck around to read and review my story! Thank you for all of it!
crystal07- Your review made me smile! Sorry this chapter had to come out so late! I hope you continue to read and enjoy my story :) [Spoiler alert] There's a little bit of confrontation in this chapter but it's nothing compared to what I have planned for Yamcha and Vegeta :D Thank you!
Sami365- I, personally, don't like Yamcha back, either! But he'll be gone in no time at all! :) Thank you for the inspiring review!
Kam14- Bulma and Vegeta definitely are the perfect couple. They feed off of each other and I love every bit of it! I hope you continue reading and reviewing! Thank you for the support!
PanHopeNVS- Your reviews are definitely the highlight of my writing :) After all the amazing writing you put out I can only hope to be half as good as that! I'm glad you're enjoying what I'm doing with the couple. And couldn't I agree with you more! Bulma doesn't need Vegeta even if she does want him! I'm also pretty excited when you say my chapter has brought out your emotions because your stories do exactly that to me! It isn't a problem at all that your reviews are late! Your input is always needed when I'm writing my stories! This chapter is pretty late, itself, anyway! I do hope you enjoy this, though. Thank you for all of your support and reviews to Chapter 9 and 10.
And without any further ramblings, here's Chapter 11!
'Sanguinolent,' Bulma made sure Vegeta could hear her and tossed the dictionary on her bed.
'What are you yammering about, woman?" Vegeta stopped himself mid-punch to hear what the woman had to say.
'It's an adjective. Tinged or mixed with blood,' Bulma smiled and leaned back in her comfortable chair.
'Why was this so important that you needed to interrupt my training?' Vegeta would never admit it, but it was almost nice when Bulma interrupted his training. It comforted him to know that she thought about him half as much as he thought about her. It was below him to admit to any of this, but the further away he got from Earth, the more he wanted to come back to Bulma's side while she went through the painful pregnancy of their child.
Bulma smiled even at the annoyed tone in his voice, 'It's you, Vegeta.'
Vegeta stopped to contemplate this for a moment.
'You're sanguinolent. You're always training which means you're always covered in blood. But it's more than that, 'Geta. You have this past that you won't let me see completely, and it was no doubt bloody. It's not a bad thing, I was just looking up a word and it reminded me of you,' Bulma looked out at the moon which stood in perfect view outside of her picture window.
Vegeta chuckled, 'You're strange, woman,' he gently reminded her.
Bulma cuddled deeper into the chair, secretly wishing the blanket wrapped around her shoulders was Vegetas arms, 'How long has been since I found out?' she put her hands on her large stomach.
He knew he wasn't going to get back to training anytime soon and leaned against the inside of his spaceship. There was no doubt that Bulma was talking about the child. 'It's been five months, you know this.'
'I wanted to see if you remembered, too.' Bulma got up from the warm comfort of her chair and walked, practically waddled, to her balcony. 'Where are you?'
'In space,' Vegeta smirked, trying to grind her gears.
'No silly, where are you from where I'm standing?'
'This again?' Vegeta rolled his eyes and went outside of the spaceship. She was lucky he could stand to be in hardly any oxygen. He powered up to his limits and charged up a blast almost the size of the deserted planet he was currently on. With no further thought, he shot the blast off towards Earth with enough accurateness that it would be seen but not make contact.
Bulma squealed and jumped. This one was better than before! 'You're closer than last time!' she danced around her balcony -as much as she could with a big pregnant belly- and clapped her hands.
'It's about time I headed back to the mudball,' Vegeta made it back inside the ship, shut his eyes and focused on Bulma. He wanted to catch her every reaction.
She screamed both out loud and inside her mind simultaneously. Vegeta jumped slightly but let a faint smile take over his features.
Bulma's pregnancy hormones got the best of her and she began to tear up, 'Oh, Vegeta, I can't believe you're almost home. It's been two months since I've seen you and that was nowhere near enough time.'
Flashback:
She had been holding onto Yamcha for support but thinking of someone else for three long months. It was natural for her to go to Yamcha when she was in her time of need but the person she really wanted was forever away in deep space.
Bulma lay sprawled out on her floor with her hands roaming over her stomach in curiosity. She had gone to the doctor earlier today and he was shocked to tell her that her baby was developing faster than a regular pregnancy.
"Well, that's what happens when your daddy is an alien," she talked to her stomach often. Never in front of other people, because they would probably think she was crazy, but whenever she had time alone, she would tell the baby developing in her stomach all about her life.
She began to hum a random tune and zone out the rest of the world for a moment before a voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Wow, never thought I'd see the day," Yamcha came bounding into her room with a smile on his face, "Bulma Briefs with a stomach."
She jumped up off the floor.
"Hey! You take that back! It's not that bad!" she raised her fist to hit him but stopped when she caught herself in the mirror. Her hormones took over, "Y—Yamcha… look at how fat I am! You're right!" she began to cry over how hard she worked to keep her figure slim and now she had a giant stomach that she couldn't wear regular pants over anymore.
"Aw, come on Bulma, I was only kidding!" Yamcha walked to Bulma and took her up in a friendly hug.
"I know…" her eyes were red and puffy, "I've been like this all day. These hormones are taking over my mind!" she leaned into Yamcha and hugged him back.
Vegeta felt his woman get upset then receive comfort from Yamcha no doubt. He growled and continued on with his training, hoping to get that damned woman out of his head once and for all.
Bulma let go of Yamcha and stepped towards the mirror again, "This is so weird, I barely fit into any of my clothes anymore. These yoga pants and this men's large shirt are basically my only staples for clothes at the moment." She frowned and ran her hands over her stomach once more. "Will you go shopping with me?"
Yamcha sighed but agreed, "I don't want to be there all day, Bulma," he raised an eyebrow at her knowing that she could spend years at the mall but even that wouldn't be enough time.
Bulma smiled, "I only need to go into a couple stores. We'll be out of there before you know it! Thank you Yamcha!"
"I'll be back in an hour to pick you up. Is that okay?"
"Sure!" Bulma gave him another hug goodbye and went to get ready for the mall. She opened her gigantic closet and looked through her clothes. Before she could finish the search for clothing, her chin began to quiver and she was a sobbing heap on the floor once again. "I forgot again, none of my clothes fit me anymore!" she leaned forward and cried for a short time.
Vegeta was, as usual, interrupted by one of her sad moments. This time no comfort came and he decided to offer her something close to comfort in order for her to be quiet.
'What is it woman?' he was sharp and got straight to the point.
'None of my clothes fit anymore!' she wiped the tears from her face and sniffled, 'I blame this on you, bastard!'
'Oh, what a surprise,' he rolled his eyes, 'I will have you know that you are acting pathetic,' he used her own pride against her, 'the woman that I met wouldn't stand for such blubbering. She would be disappointed.'
'You—you're a jerk, but you're right,' Bulma confidently stood up and wiped away her tears with her fingers, 'I am Bulma Briefs the toughest female scientist on the planet.'
Vegeta smirked and decided to be done with that for now.
Bulma ran downstairs and caught her mom in the kitchen.
"Mom! I need your help!" Bulma was out of breath from running so fast with the belly on her.
"What is it, sweety?" Mrs. Briefs smiled her usual smile and pulled off her apron that was covered in water from this afternoon's dishes.
"I have nothing to wear."
"Oh! Sure you do, Bulma! We went shopping only a few weeks ago!" Mrs. Briefs set her apron on a hook in the corner and turned around.
"No, mom, you don't understand," Bulma pulled tight her big t-shirt to show her mom the bulging stomach, "Nothing besides what I'm wearing will fit on this giant hill of a stomach, and I can't go to the mall looking like a pregnant slob."
Mrs. Briefs tapped her bottom lip while she thought about clothing options for Bulma, "I have just the thing!" She grabbed her daughter's hand and marched to the other side of Capsule Corp to find a dress she often wore when she was pregnant. After covering her entire closet floor with random articles of clothing, Mrs. Briefs found the yellow sundress. "Here it is!"
Bulma smiled a great big smile and gave her mom a kiss on the cheek, "Thank you mommy!" she grabbed the dress and ran back to her side of the large estate so she could put on the dress.
After only 25 minutes of picking out random accessories that would match the dress, she was all dressed. Bulma looked in the mirror and ran her hands down the front of her new outfit. The yellow dress was cinched below her chest and draped down from there to hide her growing stomach. With her dress she paired black sandals. There was no way on Earth she was going to fit her feet into the tall stiletto shoes she often wore.
"Not bad at all!" she smiled and grabbed her bag, "I think I'll have a quick snack before Yamcha can arrive because this baby is sure draining my energy quickly!"
Half way down the stairs, a pain struck her so hard that she had to sit down. It was as if the baby inside of her was throwing ki blasts at her spine and inside of her stomach. She had never been in more pain than this, but she didn't want anyone to see what it was doing to her.
The churning of her insides finally subsided long enough to make it into the kitchen.
She grabbed a few dinner rolls to make a quick sandwich on.
"This looks delicious… well, kind of," she gave her sandwich a weird look when she noticed what she had been piling on top. "These pregnancy cravings are insane."
She took her peanut butter and jelly, ham and cheese, marshmallow fluff, pickled sandwich to the table and took a bite. It was perfect; everything she could ever hope for.
Yamcha knocked on the front door and Bulma jumped. He was early, surprisingly enough.
She quickly cleaned up and by the time she finished he was inside and smiling down at her.
"Ready to go?"
She nodded and walked towards the front door. "I promise this shopping trip won't be very long, I just need a few things and I don't want anyone seeing me like this."
They went to the mall with no further thought.
Bulma found it absolutely embarrassing that she was shopping in a maternity store. It wasn't as if anyone else could tell that the pregnancy was a mistake on her part and the father wasn't actually the guy following her around.
Not unless she told them.
She was more than tired of the sympathetic smiles she got when she tried to explain to someone that: "Yamcha isn't the father, he's just a friend that's taking care of me for the time being." The sympathetic smiles grinded her gears more than anything because she was Bulma; she didn't need sympathy from anyone. She could take care of herself.
After spending an hour in the store, picking out different clothes, Bulma decided it was time to try on at least a couple of items. She smiled at Yamcha and told him to wait on the couches with the other men waiting for their pregnant women to get out of the dressing rooms.
Only a few items later, Bulma was convinced that everything fit around her stomach and she could finally go home and rest. She didn't admit it to Yamcha, but she was in a lot of pain from just walking around. The only word she could find to describe herself was "pathetic".
The ride home felt like longer than usual as Bulma stared out the window. It seemed that the only thing to do was ignore the pain. But that was hard when Yamcha was uncharacteristically quiet. She had to rely on her own thoughts to keep her from thinking of the huge pain in her stomach.
The car lurched suddenly and the seatbelt tightened around Bulma enough to make her moan in pain.
She took a deep breath and tried to steady her spinning head before turning to Yamcha to see what was happening. He looked absolutely petrified and she studied him for a moment before following his gaze.
In front of the car, with a horribly mad look on his face, stood Vegeta in all of his arrogant glory; he held out a hand as if telling them to stop, and that is exactly what Yamcha did.
Bulma didn't have time to react to the situation before Yamcha was violently dragged out of his open window. Vegeta grabbed him by his shirt collar and growled in Yamcha's face, "How dare you ignore it like it isn't there. You're worse of an idiot than I could ever imagine. I can't believe MY woman would choose to associate herself with such a miserable piece of shit. You're supposed to take care of her while I'm gone, regardless, and you're failing miserably." His tone was icy and anyone with a brain knew a tone like that meant death was near for whoever it was directed at.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about… Vegeta… I swear…" Yamcha tried to catch his breath while being unpleasantly choked by the death grip on his shirt.
"She's in pain and you aren't doing a damn thing to help her," Vegeta tossed Yamcha to the side like dirty laundry and ripped Bulma's door off of its hinges. His look immediately softened when he took in the sight of his woman. "It'll be okay, woman. I'm here now."
'How did you know?' Bulma's eyes began to get glossy while she looked up at Vegeta from her seat.
'I knew because I'm not an idiot and I can't train with your pain in my head.' He tore off her seatbelt and took her in his arms. She wouldn't stop looking at him with complete shock and Yamcha was left unnoticed as Vegeta flew back to the ship he had been living in.
He sat down on his bed and kept Bulma in his arms.
"I can't make the pain go away," he gave Bulma a soft kiss after he said this and let his hands run down her body to her stomach, "You weren't exaggerating when you said your stomach had gotten big," Vegeta smirked and passed energy from his hand to her stomach. It was like a heating pad and it soothed her if only for a moment.
She put her hand over his and rested her head against his shoulder, "I'm glad you're back, Vegeta… Please stay."
He shook his head. "I can't."
Her other hand was used to grip the material of his training suit and she turned her head to bury her face in his chest. The only sign that she had started crying was the small gasps that signified quiet sobs. "Please," she whispered.
He couldn't answer her further and sat there holding her for a moment. It tore him up on the inside to see her feeling so helpless without him. He didn't know why she was so dependent on him and he didn't particularly like the fact that he had to care for someone else for the first time in his life.
Vegeta took his hand out from under hers and shifted so he could see her face again. He brushed his thumb across her cheek and wiped away one of the tear tracks.
"You don't need me as much as you think you do," she put her hand over his again and he had to resist the urge to pull away. He felt even weaker when she touched him because it made him want to stay. "You did fine before I arrived."
"I wasn't pregnant with a half-human hybrid growing in my stomach," she gasped again and squeezed her eyes shut. "I need you. I need you so much… Please, Vegeta. I need you. I don't want Yamcha, I want you. I need you."
A helpless looked flashed across his face but it was once again buried by his regular stare. He didn't come back to Earth to listen to her talk about how much she needed him. He came back to comfort her and assuage her pain, that was all.
Their eyes were locked and they stared at each other with unsaid words filling in the space between them. He had so much to say but he blocked her out of his mind so she wouldn't hear about how weak he was feeling.
'You look beautiful today,' it wasn't what he wanted to actually say but for Vegeta, it was something.
She raised her arm and traced along his cheek as if trying to remember and memorize what he looks like. Stay.
He grabbed her wrist and gently pulled her hand away from his face. She already knew the answer, and he didn't know why she still kept pressing on.
'I'll stay tonight, but don't expect me to be here in the morning.'
Bulma didn't want to accept the truth but she nodded her head and sat up in his lap. "Let's go back to Capsule." She couldn't tell whether the pain in her stomach or the pain in her heart hurt worse. It was funny to her how both sources of her pain could be traced back to Vegeta.
With no further words he flew them back to Capsule Corp and made it upstairs to Bulma's bedroom.
Vegeta didn't want to make a spectacle of him being there and flew through Bulma's window in order to not be seen.
The rest of that evening and night, they held each other as if they could never let go. He would occasionally warm his hand and put it over her stomach and she tried to stay awake but it became hard. Bulma would sleep in 30 minute intervals because she wanted to make sure he was still there whenever she woke up.
At about 5 in the morning, she couldn't take it any longer and fell into a deep sleep that was comforted by lover's embrace.
Vegeta pulled away and frowned at his inability to let her go completely. She should mean nothing to him, but they were too far gone in feelings to turn around and restart.
He kept his eyes on her as he walked to her door and flew away knowing that her stomach would feel at least a little bit better when she woke up.
End of flashback.
'I wish I weren't so easy to walk away from,' Bulma frowned and looked down at her stomach. She was a little sobered by thoughts of how he left and it hurt more than she wanted to admit.
She looked up at the sky and tears came when she realized Vegeta blocked her out once again.
Gosh. I hope you guys liked this chapter. Expect more from me VERY soon! -leecassi
