Last time:
*Its now or never* she thought, turning her head to him, slightly startled that he was already looking at her. "Hey Vegeta…what happened to us?…We used to be such great friends." He gave her a strange look, as if not expecting her to ask him. He slowly turned his head away, concealing the shocked look on his face. He truly didn't know how to answer that question. He never expected to be in this position. Hell, he never thought he'd ever talk to her again, let alone have THIS conversation.
*You got tired of me and moved on* he thought bitterly, having a brief flashback of the first time he saw them together as a couple. "You became a bitch," he grunted half-heartedly, crossing his arms.
"Vegeta," she sighed, taking his hand. His first reaction was to pull away, though once he looked into her eyes, the thought fled faster than Goku after the ice cream truck. "Quit it."
"Quit what?" he spat, yanking his hand from her.
"That…The foolish bitterness. Hasn't it been long enough?…Don't you remember how happy we were when we were friends? Don't you miss that?" She stopped there, shocking herself at her words and newly found confidence.
"Yes I do remember that…But you ruined it!" he yelled, jumping to his feet and attempting to stomp away.
"Wait! Vegeta!" she grabbed his arm, pulling him back. "Please. Just tell me what it is that I did. I just need to know that. Then I'll leave you alone." He sighed heavily, then took a seat back on the step.
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Chapter 10:
Vegeta didn't speak, let alone move for several, almost agonizing, moments. As they sat, Bulma picked nervously at her nails, glancing over at him every so often, as if making sure he hadn't vanished. He took a deep breath, then open his mouth and turned slightly in her direction. He almost spoke, but then closed his mouth again.
"Take all the time you want," Bulma sighed, though not in annoyance. She was being truly sincere. She figured after waiting six years to hear this, she could stand a few more minutes. But knowing that at any moment she would possess that information, made it all that much harder to bare.
"I…" he finally said in a gasp, then shrunk back a little. "I can't tell you why…"
Her heart sank immediately, and an unignorable twinge stung between her eyes. She whipped at their rims, though found no tears on her fingertips.
"Why?" she whispered hoarsely.
"I just can't," he said sternly, though not in a harsh tone. She could tell that whatever she'd unintentionally done had hurt him deeper than she could have imaged. She'd, for all these years, looked at him bitterly and with hatred, when he'd looked at her with sadness and a broken heart.
"I won't accept that!" she suddenly shouted, startling him and he nearly fell from the step. "I have been living for six years wanting nothing more than to be your friend! And I will not leave you alone until I know exactly what it is that I did to make you hate me so badly!" She paused, taking a deep breath. "I refuse to live like this any longer!"
"You selfish bitch!" he retorted, standing and looming over her. Though not for long, for she was soon up and in his face. "You have NO idea how hard it was for me all those years! You had it easy damn it! You don't know what I went through!"
"Then tell me!!"
"No!!"
"Why not!?"
"Because you don't deserve to know! After what you did, you don't deserve so much as a thought of a chance!"
"Fine…" she sighed, grabbing her purse and heading for the door, her eye-liner running down her once freshly powdered cheeks. "I do love you Vegeta. You're always going to be my best friend…" And with that said she opened the door and left him alone with the unconscious 18. Once inside she leaned her back against the large metal door, and dropped to the first step, sobbing into her hands. She couldn't believe how badly it had turned out. She thought that if she had confronted him about it directly, without games, that he'd tell her. She figured the possibility for friendship had long since gone, but all she'd wanted, just for now, was to know. To know exactly what had happened in his head to shun her for six years, and hurt him so badly that he would not even give her a chance to apologize.
Vegeta sighed deeply, taking in the crisp night air. What had just happened? Why had he thrown those harsh insults at her, denying her the information she was literally begging him for? "Oh Kami…" he groaned, taking his head in his hands. She'd poured her heart and soul out to him, onlt to have him throw it back in her face.
Without a second thought, he ran at the door, flinging it opened. Bulma, who was pressed against it and crying her eyes out, fell back, slamming her head on the concrete floor of the rooftop. "Kuso!" she swore, grabbing her head and glaring up at him.
"Woman," he whispered, reaching out his hand to her.
She took it without hesitation, helping him pull her to her feet.
"You have one chance," he said in a low voice, starring at the ground.
"To?" she whispered, bending down to look up into his eyes.
"Prove your friendship to me." The words flowed from his mouth smoothly, as though he'd been waiting to say them all his life. All she could manage was a hoarse 'thank you' before she burst into tears.
She reached out her hand, touching his shoulder lightly, trying unsuccessfully to suck up her tears. When he didn't flitch she moved closer, until she was fully in his embrace, his arms securely around her waist. They both sighed happily, feeling the happiest they'd ever been, just hugging one another. After a few moments Bulma pulled away and smiled, tears streaming down her face. Vegeta too had a slight hint of a smile on his lips, his expression anything but regretful.
"So…now what?" she asked, feeling the most comfortable she'd been in a long time, yet quite a bit uneasy, as well, being around him after so long. He glanced over at 18, then back at her.
"Drop her off, then coffee with Kakarot and his woman?" he suggested, whipping her tears away. She smiled in response, hoping against all odds that this was not a dream.
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Café, 1:37AM:
Chi-Chi snuggled close to Goku, sipping her vanilla flavored coffee. "I hope Bulma and 18 get here soon," she said, looking up as the door opened and an elderly couple walked in. She wondered what people of that age were doing out so late at night.
"Well if they're not here by 2:00 then we'll go, ok?" he suggested, pulling to her him by her shoulder and kissing her forehead gingerly.
"Yeah, that sounds like a good to me…" She trailed off, looking down at her hands, which she was fiddling with nervously.
"What's wrong hun?"
"Umm…I…I have something to tell you…" She couldn't look him in the eyes. She didn't want him to hate her.
"Sure. What's up?" he asked, not a hint of uneasiness in his voice, even though his stomach was turned in knots. He didn't like the look on her face at all.
"Holy Kuso!" she swore as she watched Bulma walk through the front doors of the café, Vegeta at her side, both laughing at an unknown joke.
"What!?" he shrieked, looking around nervously.
"Look!" she gasped, pointing at them as they searched around for Goku's unmistakenable hair.
"Holy Kuso!" Goku swore too, gawking as they finally found them and approached their table.
"Hey guys," Bulma said cheerfully, taking a seat across from Chi-Chi, Vegeta taking the one next to her. "Sorry we're late. We had to take 18 home."
"Whoah! Wait a second! Can someone please explain what the hell is going on here!?" she shouted, slapping her hands down on the table, causing the salt and pepper shakers to fall over and spill everywhere.
"We…well…we made up," she said nonchalantly, motioning the waiter over.
"What!? When!? How!? What!?"
"Chi, calm down."
"Calm down!? Calm down!? This is the biggest deal in the world and you expect me to just accept it without an explanation!?"
"No no, not at all. Believe me, I know the best just how big this is. But don't make yourself pass out!"
Goku looked suspiciously at Vegeta, who was watching the girls as they talked. He then caught a glimpse of him starring at him, and looked in his direction. Neither girl was paying any attention to them, as Bulma explained the whole story, in detail, to her. "You told her?" he finally asked, looking more confused than normal.
"Of course not," he snapped in a hushed tone, pulling a menu infront of them and leaning forward.
"Well, what did you say to her then, if not the truth?"
"I didn't lie!" He almost looked hurt.
"Well, what'd you say?"
"That she has to prove herself to me," he said monotone, dropping the menu and folding his arms over his chest.
"Do you still love her?" he whispered, picking the menu back up.
"I never said I did!" Vegeta would defend to his death that the sky was red. He was just too stubborn to admit anything.
"But do you?"
"OfcourseIdo," he mumbled, jamming the words together.
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing."
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Saturday morning, 11:23:
Goku stumbled out of bed, nearly knocking the bed side lamp over as he stood. "Goku, darling, please…SHUT THE HELL UP!" Chi-Chi yelled, covering her head with a pillow. Bulma, Vegeta and Chi-Chi had all stayed over at Goku's house the night before, it being the closest to the club, and Goku's grandfather was out of town.
"Sorry," he whispered apologetically, hopping on one leg over to the door, trying to get the blanket off that was wrapped around his other foot. Unfortunately for him, and the other sleeping guests in the other room, he fell, crashing into his desk and sending that lamp to the floor.
"Kakarot!" Vegeta growled through the wall. "Why the hell are you making so much damn noise this early!?"
"Yeah! Shut up!" Bulma added.
"Sorry!"
"All of you be quiet!" came the voice of Radditz from down the hall.
"Well, now that everyone's up, why not make some breakfast?" Goku suggested to Chi-Chi, who was glaring angrily at him.
"What!?" she hissed, throwing a pillow at him, though missing by several feet. "Uh! Make it yourself!"
"Oh, come on Chi. You're just going to get up in like a half an hour anyway," he pleaded, putting his hands together and making sad puppy eyes. "I'll help you."
"Uh! Fine!" She threw her blankets off and rubbed her eyes. She was in no mood for cooking. But on the contrary, she was definitely not in the mood for Goku's whining. "What do you want?" she asked, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. He walked over, extending his hands to her and helping her up. Once she was steady on her feet, he bent down and scooped her up, then kissed her forehead lovingly.
"You look beautiful," he whispered into her neck, sending chills down her spine.
"Goku, I'm a mess. Look at my hair." He couldn't help but laugh a little. It was a complete mess. But still, she looked wonderful in his eyes. Or any man's eyes for that matter. He brushed some hair from her eyes, then kissed her nose.
"You look amazing."
"Oh, stop that. I said I'd make you breakfast."
"I know," he cooed, adjusting her in his arms and heading down stairs to the kitchen. "But I can still compliment you."
About twenty minutes later Chi-Chi was nearly done with breakfast, Goku trying his hardest to be patient. "Morning Chi," Bulma sighed, rubbing her eyes as she entered the kitchen clad in only an old pair of Goku's boxers (they're clean!) and one of Chi-Chi's tank tops that she'd left there long ago. "Morning Goku."
"Morning," they said in unison.
Next to trudge into the kitchen was Vegeta, wearing only boxers, his hair wildly out of place.
"Nice hair," Bulma giggled as he took a seat next to her.
"Woman," he warned. She knew he wasn't a morning person, but loved to tease him anyway. It always got a rise out of him, especially when she made comments about his hair.
"Don't start you two." Chi-Chi's voice also had warning in it, as she turned and walked over to the table, frying pan full of eggs, bacon, and sausage. She dumped all the contents of the pan on one huge plate and set it infront of Goku, then returned to the stove where she would make the same amount for Radditz, then Vegeta, then half as much for both her and Bulma.
"Hey, what do you guys say we go pick up 18 and Krillin, then go see a movie," Bulma suggested, getting up and walking over to help Chi-Chi, who looked like she had her hands full.
"Sure, sounds good to me," Goku replied, mouth full of egg.
"Goku honey, don't talk with your mouth full."
"Sorry Chi."
"So, you guys all agree with me?"
"Yeah B, just let me stop back at home for some clothes."
"What do you want? I was going to go home now and pick up a few things anyway."
"Alright. Just grab anything. You know what I like."
"Ok. Anyone else want me to stop at their houses or come with me?"
"There's only one other person B," Goku pointed out, pointing at Vegeta, who was starring at the pan Chi-Chi was cooking in.
"Ok then…Vegeta!" He jumped almost all the way out of his chair, then turned and glared at her.
"What woman!?"
"Want me to pick up anything at your house?"
"No, I don't want you going through my stuff," he huffed, crossing his arms.
"Fine then. Come with me."
"But-"
"I'll buy you breakfast on the way."
"Fine."
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Briefs Residence:
"Hello honey! What brings you home?" Mrs. Briefs cheered as they entered the house. "And Vegeta too. My, he's becoming a regular houseguest, isn't he?"
"I just stopped by to get some clothes. Then we're all going to see a movie," Bulma replied, speeding passed her mom and dragging Vegeta behind her, so he didn't get stuck talking to her alone again.
"You better hurry up. I'm starving," Vegeta complained as he watched Bulma walk back and forth from her dresser to her walk-in closet.
"Oh, you're always 'starving.' Go ahead to your house without me then and get a snack while you wait." By the time she came back out of her closet, he was gone, having thought her idea was a good one. "I knew he'd go for that," she laughed, shoving her clothes in her bag along with the ones she'd taken from Chi-Chi's.
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Ouji Residence:
"Come in!" called the voice of Vegeta's mom after Bulma had knocked on the front door.
"Hello Mrs. Ouji," she said as she entered the living room, where she knew the voice had come from.
"Oh hello Bulma!" she said happily, setting down her book and standing to give her a hug. "What brings you here?"
"Well, I sent Vegeta over a few minutes ago to eat. And now I'm done so I came to get him."
"Oh, well he's in the kitchen."
"Alright. Thanks." She walked into the kitchen and found Vegeta stuffing his face with anything he could get his hands on. "I take it you don't want me to buy you breakfast anymore."
"---t?" he began, but found it impossible to talk with his mouth that full. "What?" he repeated. "What makes you think that?" All Bulma could do was laugh, and motion for him to follow her to the car.
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Son Residence:
"Goku," Chi-Chi sighed as she sat next to him at the kitchen table.
"Yeah, Chi?" He was still finishing up the last of his breakfast.
"Well, remember when we were in the café last night and I said I needed to tell you something?" He immediately dropped his silverware and looked up at her.
"Uh…Yes…What's going on?" he asked seriously, no longer thinking about the food infront of him. All last night he'd been thinking about that, but decided not to bring it up. He was waiting for her to do it again. That way he'd know she was ready to talk.
"Well, a few months ago-"
"Chi-Chi! Goku! We're back! I hope you're almost ready to go!" Bulma yelled from the front room as her and Vegeta came in. "You guys, go get ready."
"Umm…Yeah. Go ahead sweety. I'll take a shower after you," Chi-Chi said, pulling Goku to his feet. When he was gone, she pulled Bulma out of the room and out of Vegeta's hearing range.
"What's up Chi? You look stressed."
"Everything!" she wailed, nearly bursting into tears.
"Oh, calm down," Bulma cooed, pulling her to sit next to her on the couch. "Tell me what happened."
"Well…" She sniffled, whipping her nose on her sleeve. "Re-Remember when I had a 'scare' a few months back?" she whispered so low it was difficult for Bulma even to hear her.
"Yes…Are you having another one?"
"No! That's the thing!" Bulma jumped back at her sudden voice change.
"Calm down. Don't raise your voice, unless this is something you want Vegeta to hear…Now, what do you mean?"
"When I had the scare, and I took the pregnancy test it came out negative, right?" Bulma nodded. "Well, after that I never did get my period…But I figured I just skipped it, and didn't think of it…" She paused, starring out into space for a few long minutes. "Then I got it the next month, barely…But…this month…I didn't again…" she sighed, not taking her eyes off the floor.
"Chi…are you…"
"I…I think so…"
"Oh Chi…" she gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. But then she realized this was no time to think of herself and how shocking this was. Chi-Chi needed comfort. She quickly threw her arms around her shoulders and pulled her so close she was nearly on her lap, and just let her cry her eyes out in her chest. "So," she finally said after a long while of Chi-Chi just crying and sniffling and blowing her nose on her shirt. "You think you've been pregnant since then?"
"Y-Yeah…" She tried to choke down some more oncoming tears, but then being unsuccessful, ignored them. "Getting my period last month threw me off…I remember hearing something in health class about that happening…Oh B! What am I going to do!? How can I tell Goku!? I've already tried twice! I don't think I can work up the courage to do it again!!"
"Shh…You don't have to tell anyone else right now…" She pulled her closer, petting her head gently and humming an unknown tune. "Beside…You don't know if you really are pregnant, right?" She shook her head no, then forced a small weak smile and whipped her face. "Ok…Well, I have a pregnancy test at my house from when me and Yamcha were dating…After the movie we can go back there and get a final answer, ok?"
"Ok…B-But…what if its positive?" she whimpered, tears beginning to well up in her eyes once more.
"We'll worry about that when and IF it happens. Right now just act normal and don't think about it."
"Yeah…I guess you're right…" she sighed, standing and heading to the kitchen to eat her breakfast, even though it was well passed noon.
---Chapter 10!! Haha! That was an interesting chapter, huh? Wow! Bulma and Vegeta are finally friends again!! That seems too good to be true…maybe so…Hmm…We'll see… :P Oh and Chi-Chi! Is she pregnant? Is Goku going to be a daddy!? Maybe I'll tell u next time! ;) Wait and see…..
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Next time: I have no clue…my mind is drawing a total blank :P
*Its now or never* she thought, turning her head to him, slightly startled that he was already looking at her. "Hey Vegeta…what happened to us?…We used to be such great friends." He gave her a strange look, as if not expecting her to ask him. He slowly turned his head away, concealing the shocked look on his face. He truly didn't know how to answer that question. He never expected to be in this position. Hell, he never thought he'd ever talk to her again, let alone have THIS conversation.
*You got tired of me and moved on* he thought bitterly, having a brief flashback of the first time he saw them together as a couple. "You became a bitch," he grunted half-heartedly, crossing his arms.
"Vegeta," she sighed, taking his hand. His first reaction was to pull away, though once he looked into her eyes, the thought fled faster than Goku after the ice cream truck. "Quit it."
"Quit what?" he spat, yanking his hand from her.
"That…The foolish bitterness. Hasn't it been long enough?…Don't you remember how happy we were when we were friends? Don't you miss that?" She stopped there, shocking herself at her words and newly found confidence.
"Yes I do remember that…But you ruined it!" he yelled, jumping to his feet and attempting to stomp away.
"Wait! Vegeta!" she grabbed his arm, pulling him back. "Please. Just tell me what it is that I did. I just need to know that. Then I'll leave you alone." He sighed heavily, then took a seat back on the step.
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Chapter 10:
Vegeta didn't speak, let alone move for several, almost agonizing, moments. As they sat, Bulma picked nervously at her nails, glancing over at him every so often, as if making sure he hadn't vanished. He took a deep breath, then open his mouth and turned slightly in her direction. He almost spoke, but then closed his mouth again.
"Take all the time you want," Bulma sighed, though not in annoyance. She was being truly sincere. She figured after waiting six years to hear this, she could stand a few more minutes. But knowing that at any moment she would possess that information, made it all that much harder to bare.
"I…" he finally said in a gasp, then shrunk back a little. "I can't tell you why…"
Her heart sank immediately, and an unignorable twinge stung between her eyes. She whipped at their rims, though found no tears on her fingertips.
"Why?" she whispered hoarsely.
"I just can't," he said sternly, though not in a harsh tone. She could tell that whatever she'd unintentionally done had hurt him deeper than she could have imaged. She'd, for all these years, looked at him bitterly and with hatred, when he'd looked at her with sadness and a broken heart.
"I won't accept that!" she suddenly shouted, startling him and he nearly fell from the step. "I have been living for six years wanting nothing more than to be your friend! And I will not leave you alone until I know exactly what it is that I did to make you hate me so badly!" She paused, taking a deep breath. "I refuse to live like this any longer!"
"You selfish bitch!" he retorted, standing and looming over her. Though not for long, for she was soon up and in his face. "You have NO idea how hard it was for me all those years! You had it easy damn it! You don't know what I went through!"
"Then tell me!!"
"No!!"
"Why not!?"
"Because you don't deserve to know! After what you did, you don't deserve so much as a thought of a chance!"
"Fine…" she sighed, grabbing her purse and heading for the door, her eye-liner running down her once freshly powdered cheeks. "I do love you Vegeta. You're always going to be my best friend…" And with that said she opened the door and left him alone with the unconscious 18. Once inside she leaned her back against the large metal door, and dropped to the first step, sobbing into her hands. She couldn't believe how badly it had turned out. She thought that if she had confronted him about it directly, without games, that he'd tell her. She figured the possibility for friendship had long since gone, but all she'd wanted, just for now, was to know. To know exactly what had happened in his head to shun her for six years, and hurt him so badly that he would not even give her a chance to apologize.
Vegeta sighed deeply, taking in the crisp night air. What had just happened? Why had he thrown those harsh insults at her, denying her the information she was literally begging him for? "Oh Kami…" he groaned, taking his head in his hands. She'd poured her heart and soul out to him, onlt to have him throw it back in her face.
Without a second thought, he ran at the door, flinging it opened. Bulma, who was pressed against it and crying her eyes out, fell back, slamming her head on the concrete floor of the rooftop. "Kuso!" she swore, grabbing her head and glaring up at him.
"Woman," he whispered, reaching out his hand to her.
She took it without hesitation, helping him pull her to her feet.
"You have one chance," he said in a low voice, starring at the ground.
"To?" she whispered, bending down to look up into his eyes.
"Prove your friendship to me." The words flowed from his mouth smoothly, as though he'd been waiting to say them all his life. All she could manage was a hoarse 'thank you' before she burst into tears.
She reached out her hand, touching his shoulder lightly, trying unsuccessfully to suck up her tears. When he didn't flitch she moved closer, until she was fully in his embrace, his arms securely around her waist. They both sighed happily, feeling the happiest they'd ever been, just hugging one another. After a few moments Bulma pulled away and smiled, tears streaming down her face. Vegeta too had a slight hint of a smile on his lips, his expression anything but regretful.
"So…now what?" she asked, feeling the most comfortable she'd been in a long time, yet quite a bit uneasy, as well, being around him after so long. He glanced over at 18, then back at her.
"Drop her off, then coffee with Kakarot and his woman?" he suggested, whipping her tears away. She smiled in response, hoping against all odds that this was not a dream.
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Café, 1:37AM:
Chi-Chi snuggled close to Goku, sipping her vanilla flavored coffee. "I hope Bulma and 18 get here soon," she said, looking up as the door opened and an elderly couple walked in. She wondered what people of that age were doing out so late at night.
"Well if they're not here by 2:00 then we'll go, ok?" he suggested, pulling to her him by her shoulder and kissing her forehead gingerly.
"Yeah, that sounds like a good to me…" She trailed off, looking down at her hands, which she was fiddling with nervously.
"What's wrong hun?"
"Umm…I…I have something to tell you…" She couldn't look him in the eyes. She didn't want him to hate her.
"Sure. What's up?" he asked, not a hint of uneasiness in his voice, even though his stomach was turned in knots. He didn't like the look on her face at all.
"Holy Kuso!" she swore as she watched Bulma walk through the front doors of the café, Vegeta at her side, both laughing at an unknown joke.
"What!?" he shrieked, looking around nervously.
"Look!" she gasped, pointing at them as they searched around for Goku's unmistakenable hair.
"Holy Kuso!" Goku swore too, gawking as they finally found them and approached their table.
"Hey guys," Bulma said cheerfully, taking a seat across from Chi-Chi, Vegeta taking the one next to her. "Sorry we're late. We had to take 18 home."
"Whoah! Wait a second! Can someone please explain what the hell is going on here!?" she shouted, slapping her hands down on the table, causing the salt and pepper shakers to fall over and spill everywhere.
"We…well…we made up," she said nonchalantly, motioning the waiter over.
"What!? When!? How!? What!?"
"Chi, calm down."
"Calm down!? Calm down!? This is the biggest deal in the world and you expect me to just accept it without an explanation!?"
"No no, not at all. Believe me, I know the best just how big this is. But don't make yourself pass out!"
Goku looked suspiciously at Vegeta, who was watching the girls as they talked. He then caught a glimpse of him starring at him, and looked in his direction. Neither girl was paying any attention to them, as Bulma explained the whole story, in detail, to her. "You told her?" he finally asked, looking more confused than normal.
"Of course not," he snapped in a hushed tone, pulling a menu infront of them and leaning forward.
"Well, what did you say to her then, if not the truth?"
"I didn't lie!" He almost looked hurt.
"Well, what'd you say?"
"That she has to prove herself to me," he said monotone, dropping the menu and folding his arms over his chest.
"Do you still love her?" he whispered, picking the menu back up.
"I never said I did!" Vegeta would defend to his death that the sky was red. He was just too stubborn to admit anything.
"But do you?"
"OfcourseIdo," he mumbled, jamming the words together.
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing."
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Saturday morning, 11:23:
Goku stumbled out of bed, nearly knocking the bed side lamp over as he stood. "Goku, darling, please…SHUT THE HELL UP!" Chi-Chi yelled, covering her head with a pillow. Bulma, Vegeta and Chi-Chi had all stayed over at Goku's house the night before, it being the closest to the club, and Goku's grandfather was out of town.
"Sorry," he whispered apologetically, hopping on one leg over to the door, trying to get the blanket off that was wrapped around his other foot. Unfortunately for him, and the other sleeping guests in the other room, he fell, crashing into his desk and sending that lamp to the floor.
"Kakarot!" Vegeta growled through the wall. "Why the hell are you making so much damn noise this early!?"
"Yeah! Shut up!" Bulma added.
"Sorry!"
"All of you be quiet!" came the voice of Radditz from down the hall.
"Well, now that everyone's up, why not make some breakfast?" Goku suggested to Chi-Chi, who was glaring angrily at him.
"What!?" she hissed, throwing a pillow at him, though missing by several feet. "Uh! Make it yourself!"
"Oh, come on Chi. You're just going to get up in like a half an hour anyway," he pleaded, putting his hands together and making sad puppy eyes. "I'll help you."
"Uh! Fine!" She threw her blankets off and rubbed her eyes. She was in no mood for cooking. But on the contrary, she was definitely not in the mood for Goku's whining. "What do you want?" she asked, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. He walked over, extending his hands to her and helping her up. Once she was steady on her feet, he bent down and scooped her up, then kissed her forehead lovingly.
"You look beautiful," he whispered into her neck, sending chills down her spine.
"Goku, I'm a mess. Look at my hair." He couldn't help but laugh a little. It was a complete mess. But still, she looked wonderful in his eyes. Or any man's eyes for that matter. He brushed some hair from her eyes, then kissed her nose.
"You look amazing."
"Oh, stop that. I said I'd make you breakfast."
"I know," he cooed, adjusting her in his arms and heading down stairs to the kitchen. "But I can still compliment you."
About twenty minutes later Chi-Chi was nearly done with breakfast, Goku trying his hardest to be patient. "Morning Chi," Bulma sighed, rubbing her eyes as she entered the kitchen clad in only an old pair of Goku's boxers (they're clean!) and one of Chi-Chi's tank tops that she'd left there long ago. "Morning Goku."
"Morning," they said in unison.
Next to trudge into the kitchen was Vegeta, wearing only boxers, his hair wildly out of place.
"Nice hair," Bulma giggled as he took a seat next to her.
"Woman," he warned. She knew he wasn't a morning person, but loved to tease him anyway. It always got a rise out of him, especially when she made comments about his hair.
"Don't start you two." Chi-Chi's voice also had warning in it, as she turned and walked over to the table, frying pan full of eggs, bacon, and sausage. She dumped all the contents of the pan on one huge plate and set it infront of Goku, then returned to the stove where she would make the same amount for Radditz, then Vegeta, then half as much for both her and Bulma.
"Hey, what do you guys say we go pick up 18 and Krillin, then go see a movie," Bulma suggested, getting up and walking over to help Chi-Chi, who looked like she had her hands full.
"Sure, sounds good to me," Goku replied, mouth full of egg.
"Goku honey, don't talk with your mouth full."
"Sorry Chi."
"So, you guys all agree with me?"
"Yeah B, just let me stop back at home for some clothes."
"What do you want? I was going to go home now and pick up a few things anyway."
"Alright. Just grab anything. You know what I like."
"Ok. Anyone else want me to stop at their houses or come with me?"
"There's only one other person B," Goku pointed out, pointing at Vegeta, who was starring at the pan Chi-Chi was cooking in.
"Ok then…Vegeta!" He jumped almost all the way out of his chair, then turned and glared at her.
"What woman!?"
"Want me to pick up anything at your house?"
"No, I don't want you going through my stuff," he huffed, crossing his arms.
"Fine then. Come with me."
"But-"
"I'll buy you breakfast on the way."
"Fine."
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Briefs Residence:
"Hello honey! What brings you home?" Mrs. Briefs cheered as they entered the house. "And Vegeta too. My, he's becoming a regular houseguest, isn't he?"
"I just stopped by to get some clothes. Then we're all going to see a movie," Bulma replied, speeding passed her mom and dragging Vegeta behind her, so he didn't get stuck talking to her alone again.
"You better hurry up. I'm starving," Vegeta complained as he watched Bulma walk back and forth from her dresser to her walk-in closet.
"Oh, you're always 'starving.' Go ahead to your house without me then and get a snack while you wait." By the time she came back out of her closet, he was gone, having thought her idea was a good one. "I knew he'd go for that," she laughed, shoving her clothes in her bag along with the ones she'd taken from Chi-Chi's.
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Ouji Residence:
"Come in!" called the voice of Vegeta's mom after Bulma had knocked on the front door.
"Hello Mrs. Ouji," she said as she entered the living room, where she knew the voice had come from.
"Oh hello Bulma!" she said happily, setting down her book and standing to give her a hug. "What brings you here?"
"Well, I sent Vegeta over a few minutes ago to eat. And now I'm done so I came to get him."
"Oh, well he's in the kitchen."
"Alright. Thanks." She walked into the kitchen and found Vegeta stuffing his face with anything he could get his hands on. "I take it you don't want me to buy you breakfast anymore."
"---t?" he began, but found it impossible to talk with his mouth that full. "What?" he repeated. "What makes you think that?" All Bulma could do was laugh, and motion for him to follow her to the car.
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Son Residence:
"Goku," Chi-Chi sighed as she sat next to him at the kitchen table.
"Yeah, Chi?" He was still finishing up the last of his breakfast.
"Well, remember when we were in the café last night and I said I needed to tell you something?" He immediately dropped his silverware and looked up at her.
"Uh…Yes…What's going on?" he asked seriously, no longer thinking about the food infront of him. All last night he'd been thinking about that, but decided not to bring it up. He was waiting for her to do it again. That way he'd know she was ready to talk.
"Well, a few months ago-"
"Chi-Chi! Goku! We're back! I hope you're almost ready to go!" Bulma yelled from the front room as her and Vegeta came in. "You guys, go get ready."
"Umm…Yeah. Go ahead sweety. I'll take a shower after you," Chi-Chi said, pulling Goku to his feet. When he was gone, she pulled Bulma out of the room and out of Vegeta's hearing range.
"What's up Chi? You look stressed."
"Everything!" she wailed, nearly bursting into tears.
"Oh, calm down," Bulma cooed, pulling her to sit next to her on the couch. "Tell me what happened."
"Well…" She sniffled, whipping her nose on her sleeve. "Re-Remember when I had a 'scare' a few months back?" she whispered so low it was difficult for Bulma even to hear her.
"Yes…Are you having another one?"
"No! That's the thing!" Bulma jumped back at her sudden voice change.
"Calm down. Don't raise your voice, unless this is something you want Vegeta to hear…Now, what do you mean?"
"When I had the scare, and I took the pregnancy test it came out negative, right?" Bulma nodded. "Well, after that I never did get my period…But I figured I just skipped it, and didn't think of it…" She paused, starring out into space for a few long minutes. "Then I got it the next month, barely…But…this month…I didn't again…" she sighed, not taking her eyes off the floor.
"Chi…are you…"
"I…I think so…"
"Oh Chi…" she gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. But then she realized this was no time to think of herself and how shocking this was. Chi-Chi needed comfort. She quickly threw her arms around her shoulders and pulled her so close she was nearly on her lap, and just let her cry her eyes out in her chest. "So," she finally said after a long while of Chi-Chi just crying and sniffling and blowing her nose on her shirt. "You think you've been pregnant since then?"
"Y-Yeah…" She tried to choke down some more oncoming tears, but then being unsuccessful, ignored them. "Getting my period last month threw me off…I remember hearing something in health class about that happening…Oh B! What am I going to do!? How can I tell Goku!? I've already tried twice! I don't think I can work up the courage to do it again!!"
"Shh…You don't have to tell anyone else right now…" She pulled her closer, petting her head gently and humming an unknown tune. "Beside…You don't know if you really are pregnant, right?" She shook her head no, then forced a small weak smile and whipped her face. "Ok…Well, I have a pregnancy test at my house from when me and Yamcha were dating…After the movie we can go back there and get a final answer, ok?"
"Ok…B-But…what if its positive?" she whimpered, tears beginning to well up in her eyes once more.
"We'll worry about that when and IF it happens. Right now just act normal and don't think about it."
"Yeah…I guess you're right…" she sighed, standing and heading to the kitchen to eat her breakfast, even though it was well passed noon.
---Chapter 10!! Haha! That was an interesting chapter, huh? Wow! Bulma and Vegeta are finally friends again!! That seems too good to be true…maybe so…Hmm…We'll see… :P Oh and Chi-Chi! Is she pregnant? Is Goku going to be a daddy!? Maybe I'll tell u next time! ;) Wait and see…..
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