Alright hey everybody. Not much talking today. I have a very long long chapter for you guys. No it's not the reviews taking this whole space. It's the chapter. By the way, some exams came up, so this is the only story I'll update today. The others will be updated tuesday sorry.

By the way, anyone else pissed off about Dragon Ball the Movie? I mean, can you say that the dude who directed/did it didn't know SHIT about dragonball? COME ON! WTF! Sorry, I had to let this anger out before I blew up, lol.

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Love is the Most Difficult to Satisfy

Chapter 20: She hated him, but he was hot

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Bulma was slowly losing her patience as she stared at Vegeta. He couldn't remain quiet forever for crying out loud! She should say something, she knew that, but she wasn't quite sure what the hell would be the right thing to say. Oh, by the way, you knocked me up. That didn't quite sound right did it? She sighed heavily before walking towards Vegeta, who still remained in the same spot. Why did he have to look like such a statue? She would almost preferred it if he backed away from her. At least it would be something.

Vegeta was staring at Bulma's stomach, and simply couldn't stop focusing on it. There were two possibilities. Possibility #1, this was the weakling's baby. It wouldn't be surprising if Bulma had gotten back with that earthling. Possibility #2, this was his. Although, who the hell gets pregnant after one time? No one. But, one thing was leaving him wondering; that baby's ki was way too high for a human baby. He didn't like this. This couldn't be something he could have control over, and he didn't like it. Vegeta never liked to lose control, and now, he was also losing his temper.

There had to be an explanation. This baby just wasn't his. For the first time in what seemed like hours, Vegeta looked in Bulma's eyes, and he realized how close she was. When in the world did she get so close to him? He stared right in her eyes, no fear showing in his eyes. After all, he didn't feel fear. He was the prince of all saiyans. But, he was still nonetheless allowed to have certain moment of shock. After all, this wasn't the sight he had expected to find when he had walked in the kitchen. But he wouldn't let it bother him any longer.

Plus, he had decided, this wasn't his baby. It couldn't be. No. Nope. Not his.

"Well," said Bulma, tired of the silence.

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "You got fatter," said Vegeta before walking away from her, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

This wasn't his. Not his.

Bulma blinked a few times, trying to process what he said. She got fatter? She is standing in front of him, pregnant with his baby, and he tells her she got fatter? Bulma took a few deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She was this close to destroying this entire house, and burn it down. With Vegeta inside. Never in her life had she experienced such a strong desire to kill someone. If she held her anger in any longer, she might have smoke coming out of her ears. He had to be fucking joking her.

She didn't want to, but she had to walk after him. Who the hell did he think he was, just walking out on her like this! He was an idiot, and a jackass, she knew that already, but this was pushing it. Then Bulma stopped in her steps. Maybe, Vegeta was scared? She knew it was pretty hard to believe, but it was possible. Maybe he was terrified at the idea of having a baby. She laughed; yeah right. Vegeta was never one to have feeling, and he had done foolish things, such as laugh in the face of death. He wasn't scared.

Vegeta knew Bulma was following him, but he still kept on walking, trying to ignore her as best as possible. There was no way this brat was his. Vegeta read the ki once more. It was strong. Damn it. It was all this foolish earthling woman's fault. Why did she have to do her stupid seducing tricks? If she hadn't offered herself so easily to him, then maybe he wouldn't have fucked her. He stopped walking, and turned around. Bulma, who was too angry to notice it, bumped right into his naked chest.

Bulma winced her eyes, knowing she was going to fall on the ground because of the impact, and somewhere deep down, she hoped Vegeta would catch her. She came to her senses when her ass hit the ground. Nope. Vegeta didn't give a damn. Was she foolish enough to believe he would have actually tried to prevent her some pain? What else was new? Bulma got back on her feet, as best as she could since she was about 80 pounds heavier.

"You," she said pointing her finger at him. How could she say what she had to say? After all, she didn't regret the baby. She just really hated Vegeta right now. "You did this to me," she said pointing down at her belly. She was seeing red right now, and he wasn't helping.

"Woman, I really don't wanna deal with you right now," said Vegeta, his tone angrier than ever.

Damn it. Damn it.

Once again, Bulma was blown away by his answer. Could someone really be that cold heart? She never thought it was possible, but as his words echoed in her mind, she had to face the harsh truth. He didn't want to deal with her right now? She had to deal with a baby for 4 months, on her own, while he was out in space. That lousy jerk didn't even have five stupid minutes for her? Why in the world did she think this conversation wouldn't happen exactly like it was happening right now?

She pinched her lips together, trying to contain her anger. Idiot. Idiot. Jerk. Jerk. Jerk. Jackass. Jackass. It wasn't working. "YOU HEARTLESS BASTARD," screamed Bulma from the top of her lungs. She was going to strangle him. "This, us," she said, her voice filled with venom, "might have not meant anything, but this," she said, pointing at her stomach, "is something. It's there Vegeta. It won't go away."

God knew she had hoped it would go away at first. She had wished it had all been a big mistake. It wasn't. Apparently, Vegeta had decided to go in denial. Of course, she hadn't expected him to welcome the news with open arms, but still. He could still recognize the fact that she was freaking pregnant. She was as large as the room. It wasn't too hard to notice. How long did he think he could get away with not noticing? HE HAD TO ACKNOWLEDGE IT ONE DAY!

Vegeta sighed heavily. Great, the woman had gone even more insane now that she was pregnant. He couldn't care less what she thought of him, or even what she called him. Honestly, her opinion didn't affect him in any way. Now the part that was slightly bothering him was the baby. damn it. He walked over to Bulma and put his hand on her huge belly. If he waited any longer, this might drive him crazy. The best thing to do was to get the confirmation now. Maybe it would be better to deal with this once he would know the facts.

The gesture surprised Bulma, and she gasped. What in the world was he doing?

Vegeta pulled away after a few seconds. The baby was his, there was no doubt about that. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, and sighed again. This wasn't suppose to happen. Stupid woman. It was a one time thing. He didn't enjoy being around her or anything of the sort. It had been physical enjoyment. Nothing else. That idiot wasn't suppose to get pregnant. Argh, right now, all he wanted was to blast her into another universe. This woman always had to make everything complicated.

The life of a man married to a earthling woman, with a half-breed kid might be enough for an idiot like Kakarot, but that wasn't what he desired. What he wanted was to be the strongest, to be a super-saiyan. He didn't have time for such foolishness. And, he especially didn't want it with her. Stupid, stubborn woman. She always had to ruin everything. That night they spent together, it was supposed to help him get rid of his frustration. It was supposed to have been a good deal. Nothing else.

"It's not my problem," said Vegeta, breaking the silence.

It wasn't?

He hadn't wanted this baby. It was meant to be a one time thing. This wasn't suppose to happen. It was one night, with no proof for anyone to see. He sighed; so much for that. It was hard to miss that huge belly...

Bulma wanted to rip his head off, but then again, she had expected it. "I didn't want it to be," she said before crossing her arms in front of her chest. Obviously, she would have loved it if Vegeta was involved with the pregnancy, and with the baby. Although, it was asking for too much, because he couldn't be that man. Vegeta didn't have a heart, how could he care? How could he ever want to have people to call his own? "I thought saiyans had honor or something," she said before scoffing.

Alright, she was trying to hurt his pride. So what? She was hurt, and he didn't care. She could do the same.

Vegeta glared at her, as if he wanted to kill her. He walked over her, and raised his hand, ready to grab her neck, as fury filled his whole body. He looked down at her stomach, then her face, and finally, her stomach again. He sighed heavily, he backed away slightly. He hated himself for it.

"Woman, you know nothing about saiyans." He felt his anger rise. "This has nothing to do with honor. I never made a commitment to you. I'm not breaking anything. You better watch your mouth, woman. Next thing you won't be as lucky."

These were Vegeta's last words before he walked away from her.

Bulma took a deep breath, and hit the wall beside her as hard as she could. This man was driving her insane! He would totally make her lose it. Without even realizing it, she stomped. If he thought this was over, then he couldn't have been more wrong. Although, she wasn't sure what she was expecting from this fight. After all, she had known all along that this was hopeless. He wouldn't be a husband nor a father. She had no intention of forcing him either, not that she could anyway. There was no hope was there?

Could she really make Vegeta care? She sighed; she didn't think so. He wanted to hurt her, but he didn't. Bulma figure the only reason behind that was either, he had realized he needed her for the gravity room, or because of the baby. Deep inside, she believed it was because of the baby. Even Vegeta couldn't be so heartless. He could hate her all he wanted, but this baby was also a part of him wasn't it? As much as he hated it, and regret it, he would never be able to forget that one little fact.

She rested her palm against the wall, her energy at a low level. Why did she feel so drain all of the sudden? Truth was, she wasn't use to fighting anymore. Sure, she yelled a lot, but everybody had been so scared of her that they hadn't been yelling back. There was only Vegeta to completely exhausted her. Bulma put her hand on her belly, trying to seek for some sort of comfort.

"See, I told you your daddy was a jerk," she said with a tiny smile.

She needed to eat, and sit down for a little while. She would deal with Vegeta a little later. She could let him think the fight was over for the time being. Maybe she could bother him while he was sleeping. Bulma smiled; at least that would piss him off.

Vegeta was unpredictably... predictable.

-L-

That damn woman. How did she dare criticize his saiyan honor? It had absolutely nothing to do with this whole mess. It wasn't like they were mated or anything. It had been sex. It wasn't his fault the damn woman hadn't thought of way to prevent this. She was the one who came crawling to him, not the other way around. Since she had taken the initiative, she should have also thought that pregnancy was a risk. She should have protected herself. He sighed heavily; this was bothering him, and he didn't like it.

He had figured that when he would come back, things would be a lot simpler. Obviously the woman had not been as whiny but she was bitchier. He didn't think he'd come back to find an angry pregnant woman. His mind had always been set ever since his race had been destroyed. He hadn't plan to have any children, especially not with a weak human. His goal had always been to be the strongest. Not to be a father. What was the point when his world was gone? He couldn't restart his race with weaklings.

Alright, Kakarot's brat had turned out not so weak, but still. That didn't matter. Plus, it was obvious his child would be stronger than Kakarot's but that was beside the point. He had no time to focus on this damn woman and her baby. He had his goals, and nothing would get in the way. Why did she have to be so stupid and get herself pregnant? It's not like he had time for crap like this right? He had to train. He had to defeat the androids. Preventing himself from dying was more important than anything else.

He didn't have time for a baby he didn't want.

When he finally reached his room, he opened the door, and then slammed it shut. That should tell her to stay away. He sighed; he hadn't even been able to hurt her. Why? Because she was carrying his baby? He scoffed. That shouldn't matter. She was still the same annoying person. Nothing changed that. In anger, Vegeta pushed the wall, creating a huge hole in it.

This bothered him.

Stupid woman. Stupid brat. Stupid Planet. Stupid earthlings. He hated everything about this god damn place. Everything. Maybe this place should just blow up. Well, he wouldn't let those androids kill him. He would simply leave, and leave all those idiots to die. That seemed like the right plan. He didn't even know why he bothered to fight for that useless planet anyway. They weren't worth it. None of them.

Vegeta sighed; if he was on Vegeta-sei, this would be completely different. This announcement would be one of joy, and pride. His people would have an heir, and the throne would be safe. Back on Vegeta-sei, he would be glad that he had a son. But here, on this mudball, it didn't mean anything. Those damn humans didn't respect him because of his title, and him having an heir certainly didn't mean anything. They didn't know who he was, and they wouldn't know who his son was. Nobody would have respect.

Vegeta decided that he needed a shower, and that would help him forget about all this crap. He had goals, and this was just distraction. He removed his spandex shorts, and walked over to his bathroom. He decided that a very hot shower was exactly what he needed right now. Stupid woman. He really needed to stop thinking about this.

It wasn't his problem right?

Meanwhile with Bulma

Bulma had tried to eat some food, but this whole deal with Vegeta was just blocking her appetite. She didn't like the way it wasn't fixed. Sure, with Vegeta it would never be, but she still felt like things wouldn't be right until she beat the crap out of him. Obviously, he didn't like the idea of hitting her too much, and maybe she could use it to her advantages. She had dreamed of kicking his ass for weeks now. Maybe her wish would finally come through. Although, she doubted she could do much damage.

Although, she had to admit, him looking at her belly, and changing his mind about hurting her was sweet? At least, coming from Vegeta.

Bulma pushed the pizza boxes away from her, and walked in direction of his room. She knew he wouldn't be too happy to have her walking in his room like this, but honestly, she didn't care. This was her damn house, and she didn't need his permission to go anywhere. He might think he was a Prince, but he sure as hell wasn't her prince, which meant he couldn't dictate what she could and could not do. Bulma barged into his room, and was surprise to find it empty. She could have sworn he went inside.

She stepped inside of the room, looking around, just to make sure. Then, something caught her attention. She saw his spandex short on the floor; he definitely was around. Bulma bit her bottom lip hard. Alright, for some strange reason thinking about Vegeta naked was sort of turning her on. But he was still a jackass, it was just his naked body that was turning her on right? It was then that she realized how this was wrong on every single level. She shouldn't be attracted to him, she shouldn't want him.

She hated him anyway.

He was just hot.

Bulma sighed heavily, and walked around the room. That's when she heard the shower. Vegeta was naked. Of course he was. Who takes a shower dress? No one. There was no reason to be getting all excited for. He was an asshole. She hated him. A very sexy, muscular, handsome, strong, hot asshole. No wait. He was just a jackass. Bulma shook her head. She was not getting turned on by Vegeta. She really needed to get a grip on herself, or when he would come out, he would sniff her out.

Vegeta who didn't want their baby. Vegeta who didn't care about her. Vegeta who didn't want anything to do with her or the baby. Vegeta who completely made her melt inside with desire. No wait, scratch the last part. That wasn't an argument for her to not desire him. Bulma walked closer to the bathroom's door, keeping in mind that she hated him.

It was the hormones. It made her do crazy thing.

Bulma looked down at her belly, and whispered, "Don't make mommy do this."

She bit her bottom lip, and put her hand on the handle of the door. Then, the water stopped, and Bulma froze in her movement. Oh god, what the hell was she going to do now? Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. She waited a few seconds, and decided she might as well go along with it. After all, he would try to open the door eventually, and if she released the handle, he would hear it. Although...

Damn it.

He knew she was there. He could sense her. And if he couldn't sense her, she was pretty sure he could at least sense the baby. She was screwed in every way. Well almost. She sighed; honestly, she needed to calm down. Her hormones couldn't possibly rule her life like that. She had more self-control than that. Bulma decided that she couldn't back down now. She opened the door, and saw Vegeta standing in the middle of the room, a towel loosely hanging around his waist.

Oh. my. god. bad, bad, bad idea.

Bulma bit her lip again, and tried to look away. She simply couldn't. She hated him right now. She didn't care about him. He was the same jackass he always had been. But why in the world did he have to look like that? How was she suppose to resist him, when she knew how great it could be, and her hormones were on the high?

Someone kill me.

It's not like she wanted to watch the water drip down his every muscles. It wasn't like she wanted to remember what was hiding under that towel. It wasn't like she wanted his mouth all over her body again.

Because she didn't.

Then, Bulma looked down at herself. She was a huge unattractive watermelon. He was the freaking god of... jackasses. A very good looking jackass none the less. She sighed heavily. That was a huge blow to her self esteem. Now she felt pity for herself, and she almost felt tears burning her eyes. This was all his fault.

Now she hated him again, and his gorgeous body couldn't save him.

"I hate you," she said walking toward him.

Vegeta sighed; great, she had lost it again. What in the world was she doing in his bathroom anyway? He hadn't failed to miss the look on her face when she had seen him though. He smirked at the thought. She hated him, yet she still couldn't resist him. His body had improved during those 4 months of training, while hers.. had changed too. But not quite in the same way his had.

She had a huge belly now. Well, he couldn't deny the way her breasts had gotten bigger too. Or how her ass moved more with every hip swing she did when she walked. It wasn't like he noticed it. It was just there, being shoved in his face. Plus, she was the one who entered his room, his bathroom while she knew he was taking a shower. He hadn't asked for her to come, and he had even made sure she left him alone by being as rude as he could to her. It wasn't his problem she couldn't control herself in his presence.

Her fault. Like this whole mess.

"Woman, I couldn't care less what you think about me," said Vegeta carelessly before walking past her.

Skin against wet warm skin. Bad idea. Honestly, Bulma was trying not to think about his body, but he was making it pretty hard. Always touching her, and looking so damn good. What the hell was his problem? Who walked around naked like that? Well, everyone did after a shower, but that hardly mattered right now.

"I look like a freaking watermelon and it's your fault," she said before crossing her arms in front of her chest, pushing her breasts up.

Bulma watched Vegeta intensively as he bent down to grab his short, his towel almost giving up. Come on, come on. Idiot. Idiot.

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Look woman, you put yourself in this situation."

Once again, he blamed her for everything. "It takes two freaking people to make a baby Vegeta."

"Woman, I don't care. I have higher priorities right now then you and that damn child." Vegeta walked over to Bulma, and stopped once he was nearly in her face, their noses touching. "I won't let those androids kill me. I will train, and become a super-saiyan. They won't have my last breath." His voice was threatening, and Bulma found herself almost having shivers.

He sighed heavily before walking away from her. Vegeta ran his hand through his hair. "This meant nothing. It was suppose to be nothing." He looked down at her huge belly. "We're not mated." Vegeta looked away from her, and at the wall. "That damn kid said I was going to die. I won't. I'll become a super-saiyan and kill those androids myself. Nothing else matter. Those things are my priority right now."

Bulma bit her bottom lip, and nodded. She walked in direction of Vegeta, still nodding. She had a very innocent look on her face. "Here's a piece of advice," she said with a smile, "don't piss off a hormonal woman." With that said, Bulma took a shot at Vegeta at the only spot she thought could hurt. She kneed him in the groin.

A satisfactory smile on her face, Bulma walked out of the room.

That felt good.

-L-

Bulma was laying in her bed, completely awake. As if she could sleep. Not after everything that happened. It was around 2 o'clock at night, and she knew she should be sleeping. Kami knew she needed her rest. Even though kicking Vegeta had felt pretty damn good, he was still on her mind. Although, when wasn't that bastard completely invading her thoughts? Obviously she would need a distraction, or she would never sleep. Bulma turned to her side, which was hard with her huge belly, and turned on her radio.

Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get

Honestly, there was nothing to expect from Vegeta. They would never be in a relationship. At one point, she had the hope that for their child, maybe they could have had something, but no. Vegeta didn't care about neither of them. Well, alright, he made it clear he didn't give a damn about her, but he didn't make it as clear for the child.

Still, the baby wasn't his priority. The androids were, and they weren't coming for another year and a half. It would be quite a lonely time. Bulma turned to her other side, trying to find a comfortable position. Seeing Vegeta wasn't as hard as she had expected it to be, but she would feel that twitch in her heart. Obviously she wanted him, but she blamed that on the hormones. Obviously she had needed some, and she had been stuck with Yamcha.

Not that he was a bad guy. He just wasn't the guy for that department.

Maybe she just missed him a little.

Heck, she had missed their fights.

But I haven't missed you yet
Every roomate kept awake
By every silent scream we make

Bulma wasn't the only restless one. Vegeta soon found out that sleep wasn't going to come easily. It was all the woman's fault. Why did she have to be so damn stubborn? It was obvious he didn't have, er, what did they call it? feelings for her. What did she expect? That he would turn all Kakarot on her? It certainly wasn't going to happen. He thought that by now, she would have known better.

He wasn't made for that.

Plus, in the future, she was going to make it. Apparently, he wasn't.

He had other thing to worry about then her, and the damn child. Surely if she makes it, so does the child right? Why is there anything to worry about? Not that he was worried. He'd never waste his time caring about her. He was bothered by the child though. It was obvious he didn't have time to lose worrying about it. Although, it was his blood. And not any type of blood; royal saiyan blood. Would he even ever have another child?

He sighed; this child really had a bad timing.

It shouldn't have happened.

All the feelings that I get
But I still dont missed you yet
Only when I stop to think about it

It wasn't like he would have gotten with the woman again. Why during that one lousy time did she have to get pregnant? Heck, he had never heard of anything like that happening before. One lousy time. Of course, that only proved how superior he was, but still. Fine, he had to admit it, this baby was his son. He already knew it would be a boy, because every single generation of Vegetas had a son. It was only natural.

Now that he had faced that fact, he also kept in mind that he wouldn't lose his time over this baby. After all, he had the androids to worry about. He wasn't going to let them kill him. He wouldn't take and raise a son, if he was going to die.

Death.

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you

Bulma's hands were on her belly, caressing it. Vegeta was the worst asshole in the world, and she wasn't afraid to tell him. Yet, being close to him again felt good, even though they had been fighting the whole time. It was the way their relationship had always worked even when they took it to the next level. They would always act like this because he was so damn stubborn, and she refused to give up. Somehow, it was what made it work, it was how they could stand each other's presence.

Alright, maybe that made her stubborn too.

She couldn't believe Vegeta simply couldn't care. Even about her. She didn't ask for him to be in love with her, but he must feel something. They had been living in the same house for over a year now. Seeing each other every day. Why in the world could he let go of his pride? It had happened. Especially with the baby on the way, it was hard to erase what happened.

They had a daughter coming. Of course, Bulma knew it was going to be a girl. She just had this feeling there was a little girl coming, and because she now had a mother instinct, she knew she was right.

Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet
Only when I stop to think about it

A son.

If he could be around Bulma a little longer, while she's not yelling at him, he could confirm it's a boy. Now that he would let her know, but he would know and that would be enough. Even if he didn't want to be involve in this, he would be because he freaking lived in the same place then her. How could not hear her whine, yell, bitch, and complain? How would he not notice her stomach grow bigger? If it could...

Vegeta didn't recall seeing such big pregnant saiyan woman, but then again, Bulma was human, and the baby would be half-human too. Maybe it altered some things.

The problem was, if he had a son, he couldn't let Bulma raise him the human way. No son of his, even half human, would be raised as a weakling. He had seen all those so called fighters that were human. Pathetic. That no good for nothing Bulma used to date was a good proof of that. He was scared of his own shadow.

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you

Only when I stop to think about you
I know
Only when you stop to think about me
Do you know

Bulma sat up in her bed, and looked at her door. Vegeta's room was right next door, it would be so easy to go see him. Although, she knew how that turned out last time; she ended up pregnant. Well, at least that couldn't happen again. Not that she was saying she wanted to have sex with Vegeta. Alright, maybe a little, but she wasn't going to do it.

Vegeta would probably threw her out of the room anyway.

Argh, stop thinking about him.

It's not like he wanted her there, and he had made that pretty clear. Especially when he had left in space, just so he could be away from her. That had to say how much he wanted to be far far away from her. Although, since it was all his fault, according to her, he should be helping her out with this little problem right? No. She wouldn't have sex with him again, even if he begged. Alright, maybe if he begged, but Vegeta wouldn't beg.

Damn, why did he have to look like such an attractive jackass for?

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you

Honestly. She had to stop thinking about Vegeta. Nothing was ever going to happen between them. She had become her own woman again when he had left. She couldn't let him ruin all that she had done. He had made it clear he had his priorities, well she had hers too, and it didn't involve him. Well, the baby part did, but whatever.

She didn't care about him.

Nope. She didn't.

You hate everything all about me
Why do you love me

I hate, you hate
I hate, you love me

He had left so things wouldn't so complicated. That damn woman had so many freaking emotions. The worst thing in this was that he came back, and everything was worst. Although, even if he had stayed, it's not like things would have been different. He wouldn't have been more excited about this pregnancy than he was now. He would never be.

Although, maybe the weakling wouldn't have been around so much.

It wasn't hard to smell that Yamcha had been around, a lot. It didn't bother him though, she could do whatever she wants, she was a grown ass woman. Her business didn't have anything to do with him. Well, she was carrying his child, but whatever. Once again, he had better things to focus on right now. But, he had to admit, he'd have to watch that weakling while Bulma was pregnant.

He better not try anything funny, or he would break his neck.

Not that he cared about her. It was all related to his child. He'd be damned if Bulma was to get closer to that earthling while she was carrying his baby.

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you

Vegeta was such an idiot.

Oh wait, there she was thinking about him again. That wasn't good. She sighed heavily; alright, so what if she couldn't get him out of her mind? As long as he didn't know everything was fine right? Plus, it was the hormones kicking in. Life was so much easier when you had all your problems to blame on something.

Why did she care?

Why, Why, Why?

-L-

Bulma managed to open her eyes with difficulty, and it was as if she had been hit by a train. She felt so freaking drained right now, like she hadn't slept at all. Well, truth was, she barely did. Vegeta had been on her mind the whole freaking night. How was she suppose to sleep? She sighed heavily as she sat on the edge of the bed. Hopefully he was already gone training, and she wouldn't have to see him. She looked at her clock, which indicated noon. Alright, maybe she would have to see him after all. Bulma figured he was in the kitchen, yelling for food, or barking orders. Well, her mother could cook for him because she wasn't going to.

Plus, she needed a shower to wake herself up.

Meanwhile with Vegeta and Mrs. Briefs.

Did he ever say that living on Frieza's ship was hell? He wasn't even close. Living with Bulma's mother was hell. The damn woman never stopped talking. Never. And now, she was all excited about this damn baby! Why couldn't Bulma keep her freaking mouth shut? He sighed heavily as he tried to focus on his pancakes.

Damn woman, ruining his breakfast. She had already ruined his sleep, wasn't it enough?

"So, what do you think Vegeta?" asked Mrs. Briefs with a huge smile.

Vegeta had tuned her out, and had absolutely no idea what she was talking about, not that he cared, so he simply glared at her, before resuming his breakfast.

Mrs. Briefs giggled at him, and shook her head. "The baby. Are you happy about the baby?" she asked one more time. She knew Vegeta was hiding his joy for the new baby to come. But poor thing, he was so tired. Bulma and him must have really been happy to see each other again. Once more, she giggled, but this time, at her own thoughts.

"I don't care."

That's when Bulma decided to walk in. She had forgotten about the shower because her back was killing her. All she wanted was some food, and some rest. Nothing else mattered. She wasn't surprised when she walked in and spotted Vegeta at the kitchen table, with a look on his face that meant he was close to killing her mother. What else was new? Although she was almost surprised that they had fallen back into their old routine so quickly.

"Look whatever you have to complain about, I don't care," said Bulma as she walked past him, and grabbed some pancakes.

Vegeta looked at her, and noticed how exhausted she looked. "Woman, you look like crap," said Vegeta before taking another bite out of his food.

Bulma rolled her eyes. Alright, try to be calm. "Fuck you Vegeta," said Bulma with joy in her voice as she sat down right beside him. Hopefully, she would be able to ruin his meal.

Bulma bit her bottom lip, though, since she actually had a question for him. That should show her his level of caring (although, it was always -10 000). "Do pregnant women eat a lot?" she asked not looking at him.

It's not like she was trying to make conversation. She just wanted to know. She hadn't talked to Chichi wait, and it was hard to figure out everything by herself, even though she was pretty damn smart. After all, she had been eating a lot more than she should. Bulma figured it was because of the baby's saiyan blood, but she just wanted to make sure.

"I thought that by now, you'd realize how much saiyans eat," said Vegeta, finishing his breakfast.

Bulma sighed heavily; well, it answered her question, simply in a sarcastic manner. Should she have expected more from him? Not really. "Thanks for nothing," said Bulma with a fake smile. Honestly, he was so useless.

Then, the door bell rang, and Mrs. Briefs smiled widely. "I'll get it! You two lovebirds stay here," she said before winking.

While Mrs. Briefs was gone, Vegeta and Bulma stared at each other as if they were trying to burn a hole in each other's head. Mrs. Briefs high pitched voice broke the staring contest, as she walked back in the kitchen.

"Honey, look who's here," said Mrs. Briefs with a big smile before pushing Yamcha in direction of Bulma.

Yamcha. She hadn't seen him since that little conversation they had. He had mostly avoided her the whole two weeks remaining before Vegeta's return. Bulma noticed the surprise look on Yamcha's face when he saw Vegeta sitting at the table. Obviously he hadn't expected him to be back already, although he should have known since he had been there when the news had been announced. Vegeta pushed his empty plate away, and stared at Yamcha. He didn't like him. He didn't like the fact that he was here.

Yamcha sighed heavily, and looked away to focus his attention on Bulma. "Bulma, can I talk to you?" When he noticed Bulma wasn't moving, he added more, "In private."

Bulma looked at Yamcha, then Vegeta, then her mother, who was smiling like an idiot, and nodded. Yamcha helped Bulma up from her chair, and the instant his hand made contact with Bulma's arm, Vegeta looked away, scoffing.

He hated that earthling.

Bulma and Yamcha walked in direction of the living room, and stopped when Yamcha thought they were far enough. "Are you okay?" he asked immediately, obviously referring to Vegeta's presence.

Bulma nodded. "I can take care of myself you know," she said, feeling a little insulted.

It wasn't like Vegeta was going to hurt her or anything. Sure he was a jackass, but he always had been. Yamcha was over reacting here, and she didn't like it. She sighed heavily, before deciding this conversation was over. All Yamcha was going to do was bad mouth Vegeta, and she didn't feel up for it right now. She already felt like shit, and she didn't need him to add to her mood.

Before she could go away, Yamcha pinned her between himself and the wall.

She really didn't like this.

"Yamcha, what are you doing?"

He sighed heavily. Couldn't she see he was doing all of this for her? Vegeta didn't care. He was sitting at the table with her, like nothing happened. Like this wasn't a big deal or anything. He wouldn't love her. "Bulma, he doesn't care," said Yamcha, almost in a whisper.

Bulma bit her bottom lip. She knew that already. "I don't care either Yamcha," said Bulma, with a softer tone.

Yamcha put his hands on Bulma's shoulders, and sighed once more. Who would protect her from Vegeta? Yamcha himself was scared of him! How could Bulma tolerate having him around?

"Get the hell out of here."

Both Bulma and Yamcha turned their heads in surprise. Vegeta was leaning against the wall, glaring at Yamcha. He didn't want that weakling around. Vegeta had his reasons, and on top of that, he didn't like him. "Get out," repeated Vegeta.

Bulma knew she should tell him to shut up, and this was her house, but she was at loss for words. Could it be that Vegeta was jealous? She knew it was pushing it far, but why in the world would he want Yamcha to leave then? After all, Vegeta never cared about Yamcha being around before. What was so different this time? She turned to look at Yamcha, who looked like he was just waiting for her to take his side.

Oh crap.

She had to take side now?

Last time she did that, Yamcha lost, and she ended up pregnant.

"Yamcha, maybe we can talk later," she said with a small smile.

Wait, was she taking Vegeta's side?

Yamcha also looked surprised at her choice, but nodded at Bulma. He walked in direction of Vegeta and stopped right in front of him. "You don't care about her. I do," said Yamcha, his voice filled with venom.

Vegeta couldn't always win. Even Bulma was bound to realize Vegeta was bad for her. Not only for her, but the baby to come. Although, he wasn't really one to talk; according to Goku, and that boy from the future, he wasn't even going to make it pass the androids. He couldn't really be there for Bulma either. Yamcha looked at Bulma one more time, a sad look filling his eyes.

One day.

Bulma sighed as she watched Yamcha leave. She didn't like hurting him like this. She walked in direction of Vegeta, her arms crossed in front of her chest. He had totally blown his cover. It was obvious he had to care slightly. Either about her, or the baby. He wouldn't have told Yamcha to get the hell out if he didn't. Of course, she knew Vegeta wouldn't admit it, but in her mind, she knew.

"Jealous?" she asked, very cocky. She didn't even wait for Vegeta to reply, she simply walked away.

After all, having him around wasn't that bad. Minus the fact that it was very hard for her to keep her hands off him.

Vegeta's hands crisped into fists as he watched her walk away, swinging her hips a lot more than she should. Stupid woman. Him jealous? He couldn't care less who she slept with, or what she did with Yamcha. He just didn't want that weakling around his child.

That was all.

He didn't care.

Nope. He didn't.

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Well, this was the big big chapter. I don't think I've ever wrote one that was this long, lol. Yay for me right? Anywayz. I'm out of here. I am so freaking tired, lol. I hope you enjoyed it, and you liked Vegeta's reaction, because I dont think I can produce any more words at the moment.

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