A/N: Hello everyone and sorry for not updating sooner. This has been a very busy month for me as I moved out and am now living miles away- literally. I will start my master's degree in two weeks but will still try to update the way I used to- once or twice a month. Cope with me please!
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As always, big thanks go to my superwoman Nova.81- you're the best Beta EVER! :)
Love love love, S!
Chapter 13: What to expect when you're expecting...
Bulma set the cupcakes on a tray, right next to the prepared lunch: fried shrimps, spring rolls and a variety of Sushi. They looked delicious- it was to be expected since they were prepared by the best Sushi cook on the face of the Earth, who of course wasn't Bulma- cooking wasn't for her! She would never tire her genius brain with it!
Her goal was upstairs, taking a shower. Said goal loved Sushi as much as he loved his training which was basically equal to the amount of love she had for her profession and her credit cards. She knew she was a bit selfish when it came to her income, which had practically made Forbes list her as the most influential and rich woman on her planet. She didn't care of what people thought of this kind of love she had- her motto in life was "ZFG", which stood for Zero Fucks Given. Period.
Climbing up the stairs, she had to stop herself from sitting down right there and then on the stairs and eat the whole tray. Her pregnancy hadn't made her hate any particular smells or anything- sure the beginning was terrible, but now she could eat lots and lots of stuff. Sushi was another thing she could eat without getting tired of. Apparently the little one would inherit her daddy's appetite.
Her mind went to the ultrasound appointment she had the next day. Hopefully, her doctor would reveal the gender of her baby. The blue haired heiress was extremely sure it was a girl- mothers could feel certain things. Still, she wanted her baby's father to be there with her… which was the only reason why she was bringing him food upstairs. He would fall asleep after he had eaten, but not before mumbling his promise that he would go with her. Oopsie.
"Vegeta? You done?" she asked, closing the door softly after entering. The Saiyan prince emerged from the bathroom, towel low on his waist, his hair dripping wet. Raising his ki just a bit, he dried himself off then let the towel fall down on the floor, giving Bulma a clear view of the ass she loved so much loved.
"Oh wow, what a nice welcoming!" she said trying to stop herself from getting turned on. Her hormones weren't helping either.
Vegeta smirked and chuckled at the same time. "Don't act like you mind the view. You're loving it."
"Mhm." Said the bluenette, leaving the tray on his plain desk and approaching the love of her life. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his shoulder. It was in those moments she really understood how much her little bump was growing with each passing day. Bulma couldn't help but smile. "I brought you dinner- Sushi for you!"
Vegeta turned around and pulled her even closer, if that was possible. "I'm not eating that shit if you made it."
The scientist slapped his chest knowing full well he wasn't even going to feel it. "Thanks for your oh so nice compliment. It's good to know you trust my skills. But no, I didn't make it."
"Fine then, what's the occasion?"
The human thought about it for a second then sighed. "You know, I'm just going to ask you… I have an ultrasound tomorrow- you know, the appointments you leave to check on your baby every once in a while- and I was wondering if you could… well… you know…"
"Bulma just spit it out!"
"Comewithmeplease?"
"Come again?"
"Would you please come with me to check on our baby tomorrow?"
"Thanks for the dinner." He said, kissing her cheek, getting away from her to get his tray.
The next morning found Bulma in the kitchen, wolfing down her breakfast. Her mother, who was preparing more food for Bulma couldn't help but get shocked. Her daughter had never been like this before, but then again, her daughter had never been pregnant before as well.
"Honey, today after you come back… I think we should start planning the nursery."
Bulma stopped eating, her mouth filled with food, so much so that her cheeks were puffed out and so she just nodded. A few more plates later, the genius was up from her chair heading to her car.
"Bye mom. I'll be back by lunchtime for sure!"
As soon as she gripped the handle of her car door, a voice she knew all too well stopped her.
"And here I thought you wanted me to come with you. Hm, I guess I'll just go back to my training then." Said Vegeta behind her, turning around to go inside the house.
"But- but you didn't say you were coming…" said the bluenette confused, trying not to smile at the thought of Vegeta coming to an ultrasound with her. She knew that was just not Vegeta and the thought he was going to do it for her made her melt.
"Well I didn't say I wasn't coming either now did I?" shot back the prince, approaching the pregnant woman and wrapping his arm around her waist.
"Ummm… what are you doing?" asked Bulma, blinking once.
"What does it look like, I'm taking us to that blasted thing we're supposed to go to."
"Vegeta… we have a car. We can go with that."
"There's no way in hell I'm getting in there woman, now hold tight."
"But-"
"Do you want to see the child or not?!" asked the alien prince rather annoyed by her stubbornness. Here he was willingly flying her around and she didn't want to.
The heiress wrapped her arms around her prince's neck and hid her face in the crook of his neck as he took off.
"Everything seems to be fine Bulma." said her doctor moving the ultrasound tool over her belly. "The baby is very healthy and… very developed I would say…" she finished while looking at Bulma. "Don't worry hun, I've known you for years. Your secret is safe with me. OH look!- there's his tail too!"
That got Vegeta's interest quite a lot and he examined the image on the screen that was his son. The tail seemed to be swaying lazily inside the womb and he could feel something inside of him at the sight. He didn't know what it was, but whatever it was, he would still ignore it.
"Wait-" Bulma said wide eyes "He?"
"Uh huh!" nodded the doctor smiling at her. "You're expecting a baby boy Bulma, a very healthy one at that too. Though your pregnancy won't last for the whole 9 months I'm afraid; the baby is too developed and you're in your fourth month of pregnancy already. I'll say it will probably last 7 months or so."
"That's how long pregnancies last for Saiyans. I didn't know that applied to half Saiyans too." Stated Vegeta, still staring intently at the lazy tail.
"Yes well, the baby will be perfectly healthy when he will feel like coming out so there's nothing to worry about. Have you been taking the vitamins I gave you?" the doctor said, wiping the gel off of Bulma's small but noticeable bump.
"Yes, you know I'm very obsessed with that stuff." Replied the blue haired genius, lowering her floral dress.
"Of course I know, thank God you're like this! So, since your baby is a special case, I wanna see you in two months time. I'll call you to let you know about the appointment, okay?"
"Sure thing. See you next time then! Bye!"
"Bye B, bye Vegeta, nice meeting you." Said the doctor and started laughing. Bulma was outgoing, Vegeta was not- how did the two of them end up expecting a baby would always be a mystery to her.
"Woman. You do remember we had a bet right?"
Bulma's eyes went wide. "Bet? What bet?"
"I want my royal treatment tomorrow all day. Now, since you're expecting, I will be generous and wake you up at 8, not 4 which is when my training starts. I expect you at the GR door at 8 sharp."
"But- but…"
"This bet was your idea. Always a pleasure doing business with you blue." Said the prince, letting her down softly on the lawn of the compound. "I'll go train." He finished, giving her a kiss, letting her stand there completely speechless.
"How did it go hun?" said Bunny when her daughter entered the house.
The heiress gave her mother a big bright smile. "I guess blue is my trademark color!"
"A boy? Oh my, I'm going to have a grandson! Wait till your dad finds out sweetie, he will be thrilled."
"Yeah-" replied the heiress leaving her cellphone on the table "He always wanted a boy isn't it?"
"Hmm… it's not like he ever admitted it, but I think every man in his life needs a boy. I think it's because they think it will lessen the female drama."
"Let's hope Vegeta will stick around long enough for this baby."
"Bulma- he is here. Not out there in space training. He's here with you and the baby. I don't think that man is going anywhere and if he does so, it will be for short amounts of time. Now- let's go check the room I think fits better in the whole nursery picture. It's a room next to yours so the baby will be close."
"Oooh, that one!" replied Bulma going upstairs after her mother. "It has a lot of sunlight coming in, that's a perfect room mom."
"Thank you dear. Now, I was thinking of painting the walls a baby blue color and doing something special with the ceiling. After all, that baby of yours will see the ceiling more than any other part of the room."
"Hmm, you're right. I kinda want to include Vegeta's culture in this room. I know that big idiot will love it even if he will never say so."
"How about making 3D paintings of the outer space and Vegeta's planet? This baby belongs to both worlds."
Bulma smiled brightly and hugged her mother tightly. "Mama, you're a genius!"
"Am I? Why thank you honey but you are mistaking me for your father."
"Oh stop it. We both know you're much smarter than you let on." Bulma said, winking at the blonde woman, earning a smile in the process. She loved her mother. She was definitely smarter than both her and her father, just in a very different way; it would be a cold day in hell when someone convinced her differently.
Bulma was running in a field filled with all sorts of food- her favorites. Sushi, strawberries, chocolate, pickles- you name it. It was as if she was in the promised land, everything she ever craved right there in front of her. She picked a strawberry and bit it, squealing from excitement as soon as its sweet juice hit her tongue. She kept dancing, hopping and running, picking different kinds of food in the process and eating- the amount of it seemed to be unlimited.
Then, as abruptly as it started, it all ended when something cold landed on her face, which got her awake right away. In her panicked state she realized it was water, so trying to catch her breath she lay down on her bed.
"What do you think you're doing?"
She recognized the voice right away and suppressed the urge to claw at his face.
"I might ask the same question." She said, her voice clearly indicating she was about to lose it.
"Hn. The bet, I said 8 sharp."
"Oh for God's sake Vegeta, which part of 'I'M PREGNANT' don't you understand?"
"So?"
"So?! SO?! UGH you're IMPOSSIBLE!"
By the time she finished her sentence he was already halfway at the door. "I expect you to serve me breakfast in 15 minutes. That's all the time you have to do whatever you do after you wake up."
"Fuck you!" she said through gritted teeth and the prince smirked.
"Been there, done that. It's what got us to this bet by the way, if you don't remember. Downstairs in 15. Don't make me wait." And with that said, he shut the door after him, with Bulma slamming her face on the pillow and screaming as loud as she could.
20 minutes later, Bulma was downstairs.
"This came for you by the way." Said Vegeta, handing her a magazine. She ignored it by throwing it on the table and went to the stove.
"What do you want?"
"Is that any way to treat royalty?" asked the Saiyan prince with a raised eyebrow.
Bulma took deep breaths, counted to ten and managed to ignore the tiny voice in her head, telling her that yes, she could kill Vegeta and she was more than right to do so.
"What does your highness want for breakfast?"
"Your highness?" he repeated, smirking when Bulma growled.
"His highness."
"Hmmm… something of everything that's in the fridge plus what's in the cupboards. Now."
She knew he was enjoying this immensely. Oh he was soooo going to get it after this day was over!
An hour and a half later, during which Bulma managed to burn an egg and a few other things, she set the plates in front of Vegeta. "There. Enjoy!"
Vegeta cleared his throat when Bulma wasn't facing him and as soon as she did, he pointed to the food. "Royals are fed."
"Fucking WHAT?!" asked Bulma, livid.
"Feed me servant. Now."
Mumbling a few colorful words, all part of Bulma's daily vocabulary, she sat down and started to feed him with her right hand, while her left one was reaching for the magazine she had so carelessly thrown on the table when she got downstairs. The big title had her blood run cold and even gave her panic attacks. Surely this was a big joke RIGHT?!
Vegeta noticed her state and tried to ignore his worry. He had never seen her like this.
"Woman, what is it?" he asked, but decided it was better if he saw it with his own eyes since the woman was clearly not in her right state of mind.
"BUN IN THE OVEN FOR BULMA BRIEFS. THE HEIRESS IS EXPECTING HER FIRST CHILD. IS YAMCHA THE LUCKY MAN?"
The title was accompanied by a picture of Bulma with her mother, exiting a store which was full of baby clothes.
His woman, was not okay. And her not being okay meant the child not being okay either.
Proving him wrong though, Bulma calmly got up and grabbed the phone. The way she was coldly handling the whole thing, unlike two minutes ago would have been able to scare Frieza shitless.
"Taylor, it's me Bulma. Check the cover of West City Magazine and find me who told them. I'll handle the rest myself."
Her face was passive, not a hint of emotion. He knew for a fact her mind wasn't that passive though. That woman was planning something, and it kinda sent shivers up his spine.
It was a complete turn on too.
She then stared at him for a second and smirked.
"Game on."