Chapter 11

A/N Here it goes – next chapter just as promised. Thank you for all reviews I got as far – guys, you are incredible. ;) Thank you and leave more of them (oh, how greedy… :D).

So… The News!

Vegeta opened his left eye. He obviously has been carried to medical room and now he was literally pinned to the bed with three different drips. Vegeta opened his both eyes and lifted his head up a little to take a look around.

"Don't move."

"And why is that?" – the last thing Vegeta was in the mood to was arguing with this wench. She was sitting on his bedside, those huge blue eyes staring at him. He felt like having a déjà vu.

"Because you have three broken ribs, sprained ankle and broken leg, about two thousands of bruises and cuts and fever on the top of that. Because you were unconscious for almost seventy hours. And because you ruined my backyard, you owe me."

"Hmph…" – Vegeta didn't really have any argument for that. That backyard used to be nice, he thought. After that he fell asleep.

He didn't remember much of last few days, most of the time he was sleeping through. He would sometimes wake up and see her sitting by, though he has never seen her coming in or out, every time she was already there. There were no serving robots around him, Bulma was the only one who has been taking care of him. She would bring him meals (and in the beginning she even fed him! GOD!), change his drips and bandages, give him some medications and just… sit. Once he woke up feeling her cleansing his forehead from sweat – he didn't really understand it, but somehow he thought that was the nicest thing anyone ever did for him. After about a week Vegeta decided it was time to finally get up from bed. His chest still hurt as hell, but he didn't want to be seen so weak. He was a warrior, not a five – year old girl, for Kami's sake. He could take a little pain – broken ribs, big deal.

Vegeta slowly sit up. He felt fine. Enough of that lying, he had to train. He stood up quickly… And quickly fell over the floor, breaking a chair and making deafening noise. He didn't make it to get back to the bed when Bulma appeared in front of him.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?! You are supposed to lie in the bed and let your body heal! We don't have healing capsules here, sorry, prince. So get your ass back to bed and don't make me repeat myself!"

Vegeta already had a bunch of sarcastic retorts on his mind. He used all of the energy he had left to try to look on her. And… His jaw literally dropped onto the floor.

WHAT. THE. HELL.

How comes he didn't notice it before?! Ha. He was lying all the time and she was sitting on his bedside, he's never seen her standing, with this… huge belly within sight. She was obviously pregnant. Vegeta suddenly felt like someone slapped him straight in the face. And then he felt like someone thrust a knife into his heart and turned it around inside.

He knew he hurt her badly. But this… this was far beyond his imagination. Vegeta made the greatest effort to breathe normally.

"I… I didn't know."

"Oh, of course you didn't. You should have been able to see something more than the tip of your own nose."

Vegeta was still on the floor, more and more sad, but also disappointed, hurt and angry. She had to mock him like that – THAT - was not enough. Was this supposed to be some kind of revenge or what? He gritted his teeth. Well, if it was, it was working just perfectly. As he spoke his voice was trembling. He really, really hoped Bulma didn't notice that, he already had enough of humiliation.

"You know what, leave me alone. Go to see your weakling, he's probably freaking out you're here with a mass murderer like me."

"What? Why would I want to see Yamucha? Come here, I'll help you." – Bulma was confused. What the hell was his point? She tried to lift him up a bit, but he jerked his arm away from her.

"You know, for such a genius you claim yourself to be you can be really dense sometimes."

"I may be dense, but you are a dick. Royal pain in the ass!" – hurt or not, Vegeta could be an asshole. Besides, she still didn't have the occasion to berate him for… well, for everything.

"I'm a dick? I'm not the one who's sleeping around with weaklings!"

Bulma's eyes went wide with amazement. Was he thinking she was back together with Yamucha? In what universe…? Idiots, idiots everywhere. Bulma scowled, her face flushing red with anger.

"Well, it turns out you are, because I am definitely not sleeping with anyone. Unfortunately, by the way."

"But you are pregnant! What, you made it all by yourself?! Knitting maybe?!"

"I would say your help was quite significant! It's you I'm pregnant with, moron!" – Bulma turned around and left the room, slamming the door behind her. Vegeta was still on the floor – half sitting, half lying.

He had absolutely no idea what to do with his life now.

A/N Huge belly fragment is dedicated to Doth – your reviews really make my day brighter. ;-)