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Chapter 14

"WHERE ARE MY PICKLES AND ICECREAM?" The now 6 month pregnant woman yelled from her room.

"They are coming, Darling!" Yelled the unfortunate person left to tend Bulma.

The blue haired woman groaned against her pillows. Finally Mrs. Briefs (I know you didn't think it was really Vegeta!) came rushing into the room with a plate full of the odd snack, "It's about time, mom!"

"Bulma, dear, are you sure this is what you wanted?" Mrs. Briefs asked looking down at the strange food combination.

"Oh pa-lease! This isn't what I want- it's what Vegeta's child wants! I no longer have any control over my body! I am just the host to the new little stubborn Saiyan royalty!" Bulma shouted while dipping a large dill pickle into the strawberry ice cream and cramming it into her mouth.

This pregnancy thing was not what Bulma had thought it was going to be. Having a baby was hard enough, but she was carrying a baby that was part Saiyan! And not only that but it was that child of Vegeta, who isn't exactly the most agreeable. Bulma wished that her sickness only applied to the morning like most women. However, she got to suffer the entire day. Although her stomach was HUGE she was positive that once she had the baby she would weigh less than when she started due to all of the throwing up she had gone through. And where had the father of her child and newly wedded husband been? Training! All day and almost all night!

Mrs. Briefs scrunched her nose, "Dear I don't think that is a nice way to talk about your baby..."

"ARE YOU SAYING I'M GOING TO BE A BAD MOTHER?" The large woman screamed while throwing the half eaten pickle at the blonde. Mrs. Briefs dodged the pickle but not her daughter's tears, which were now bursting as freely as Niagara Falls. "I AM A BAD MOTHER!"

Bunny rushed over to her poor daughter's side and patted her on the back, "No, no, no Bulma I didn't say that! You are going to be a great mother!"

But she wasn't listening, "AND I'M FAT! NO WONDER VEGETA DOESN'T WANT TO HELP OUT!"

"I think it is your mood swings not your tummy that keeps poor Vegeta away…" Mrs. Briefs thought to herself.

…

One really couldn't blame Vegeta for staying away from his temperamental wife lately. Her hormones were out of control, which made the already high maintenance scientist even more impossible to deal with. He had to train for the androids and didn't need such distractions. Ever since the honeymoon he had done his best to stay away from emotional situations with her. The Prince knew that he had gone way too far last time- he had lost complete control and could have killed his own wife and child. However, what scared Vegeta the most was that the woman made him feel things that he knew to be weak. Every time he was around her he wanted to tell her parts about his past that he had sworn to keep a secret for all eternity. In plain and simple terms: The warrior liked her too much. She was a distraction from his one and only true goal to be the strongest fighter in the universe. He had to become a Super Saiyan soon and defeat those androids so that he could have his real battle against Kakkarot. And so Vegeta had thrown himself into training like never before. He knew that this hurt the woman but he really didn't care, "My goals are more important than any silly distraction! I am finally getting back to being my old self!"

Or so he wanted to believe… yet he was still on Earth, returning to her bed every night. He held her tightly in his arms and couldn't keep the smirk from crossing his face every time he felt his son kick inside of her. Bulma had refused to know the sex of the child, saying that she enjoyed surprises. But Vegeta could tell by the brat's ki that he was going to have a son. He relayed the information to the woman on a daily basis, who would in turn throw the nearest object at his head.

There was also the fact that Vegeta felt that he wasn't getting stronger no matter how much time he spent in the gravity machine. Why? Why wasn't he a Super Saiyan yet? He was at 700 x gravity now and yet he was still so far away from the legendary transformation! Each day became a painful reminder to the Prince that he was still not even close to Kakkarot.

It was the combination of all of these factors that led Vegeta to his final decision, "I must leave Earth… It is the only way that I will become a Super Saiyan. I am too distracted here by the woman and our unborn brat. I will wait until after the boy is born and then I will train in Space before returning to fight the androids."

But how would the woman react?

…

It was almost two in the morning and he had still not returned from training. Bulma was getting worried at this new pattern of events. Vegeta would now wake up before her, eat breakfast alone, train through lunch, eat dinner silently, and then train until late into the night. There were days that she didn't even see him. She felt his presence at night but that wasn't enough to satisfy her. She was pregnant with his child for goodness sake! Didn't he care?

Ah but that was the question… Did he care? Bulma knew that deep down he did but he was such a stubborn man. She understood that he was frustrated that he still wasn't a Super Saiyan. Even Bulma was shocked. How could someone train so much and want something so badly and yet not achieve it? This was the key difference between Bulma and Vegeta. Bulma received everything she had ever wanted, while Vegeta was constantly disappointed. The realization of this hit Bulma like a ton of bricks. "I am holding him back by keeping him here…"

Tears welled up in her eyes because she knew what she had to do. "Being unselfish is such a burden!"

Suddenly she felt the cool breeze flowing through the room. Her heart skipped a beat, as she felt his warm body slip into bed with her. Immediately he looked over at her, thinking she was asleep, and rubbed her belly. Bulma's heart fluttered but also felt the knot in her throat tighten… Could she really do this?

Yes, of course she could. She was Bulma Briefs! And she loved him… isn't that what true love is anyways? Sacrificing apart of your own happiness to let the one love achieve their goals? She moved her hand to cover his. Vegeta tensed up in surprise, "Why are you up so late, woman?"

Bulma turned towards him only to be captured by those dark eyes. Those eyes that were so cold and enchanting…distant and painful. "Waiting for you…" She whispered through a forced smile. Vegeta rolled his eyes and turned on his side away from her. "I wanted to tell you something Vegeta…" He only grunted in reply. This was doing nothing for her confidence. "I know why you have been so distant lately."

"Oh do you?" Vegeta asked coldly.

Bulma ignored him, "And I understand… and… I…" She tried to hold back the tears but the strain in her voice was evident and heart breaking, "I think you should leave Earth…"

Vegeta's eyes opened wide and he looked over at her. She was so beautifully pitiful. Although heavily pregnant, she seemed so small curled in a sitting ball with tears running down her face. "She wants me to leave?" It was what he had been planning anyways but he had never expected her to come up with the idea… and despite his efforts at ignoring it, his heart was hurting heavily.

"I know becoming a Super Saiyan is what is most important to you and obviously the Gravity Room isn't good enough… So I think you should go into space away from any distractions you may have here so that you can achieve your destiny," she whispered sadly.

Vegeta lifted her chin to look into his eyes, "She is being sincere… She is putting my goal in front of her happiness? She would have me achieve the legendary over being there for her while pregnant with our child?" May be it was at this point that Vegeta knew what love was… in some small way. He did not dare acknowledge it, in fact he ignored the feeling completely. But he would never forget her sacrifice, "Perhaps you are stronger than I thought." He wiped her tears away, "I agree with you woman."

Bulma's heart sunk upon hearing his words but bottled up her selfish feelings. "However, it is impossible for me to leave at the moment."

"Why?" She asked confused.

"I will not leave until you have given birth to our child and I won't hear another word on the subject!" He snapped sharply at the end. He did not want her emotions coming out just because he wasn't going to abandon her.

For the first time in 6 months Bulma had control over her hormones and did not cry out with joy… on the outside at least.

Author's Note: A short little chapter setting up the birth and Vegeta's departure into space. I hope you enjoyed it! I will update as soon as I can! Please Review!