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Love is the Most Difficult to Satisfy
Chapter 21: Trouble Ahead
She didn't care.
She didn't want him.
She wasn't craving for him like she craved for an ice cream cone during a hot summer day.
She didn't feel herself melting inside every time he walked around shirtless.
And first of all, why did he have to walk around shirtless? Nobody else did that. He was only doing it on purpose to annoy her and drive her even more mad than she already was. Yes, he was evil. Vegeta was trying to torture her, and the worst thing was, it was working.
She did care.
She did want him.
She was craving for him like she craved for an ice cream cone during a hot summer day.
She did feel herself melting inside every time he walked around shirtless.
Well, damn it, it wasn't her fault. She was filled with hormones, and she had to keep them bottled up for so long because someone was gone. Everybody needed some kind of relief once in a while right? It wasn't like she wanted Vegeta. It just happened that he was the one she desired. Wait, wasn't that the same? No. It wasn't. No.
Bulma sighed heavily before letting her head hit her pillow. Damn it. She really needed to get this asshole of her mind, it was getting to be a real obsession. It seemed that he was the only thing she could think of, and he had only been back for two freaking day. She had thought that things would be better once she would wake up in the morning, but it had been worst. What had been the first thing she saw when she walked in the kitchen? Vegeta freaking shirtless just freaking sitting at the kitchen table.
Who does that? Hadn't he been told to wear clothes?
At that moment, she had decided she wasn't that hungry anymore. Well, at least not for food. Oh kami there was those thoughts again. Honestly, she needed to get her mind out of the gutter. She had never thought like this before, what was wrong with her? Oh yeah, she was freaking pregnant. Once again, her current state was all Vegeta's fault, and he didn't mind. It's not like he was going to do something to help her. He didn't consider himself to be blame for this, which meant she was stuck with this problem. It wasn't fair.
How could he make her feel so rage, and so desire at the same time? What an idiot. Plus, now she was freaking hungry because she hadn't left her room for almost the whole day. It seemed that every time she left her room, she would run into a almost naked Vegeta, and she had decided that the safest place in the house was her own bedroom. After all, Vegeta wouldn't come in there, since he didn't want to see her. It was her only safe place, and she wouldn't bulge from it.
Yes, she would spend the whole day in her room.
No wait, why did she have to hide herself because of him?
Oh yeah, because she couldn't stand the way he was always walking around naked.
Maybe she could force him to wear clothes?
Oh what the heck was she thinking? It would never work, he would never agreed to something like this. Well, either she would stay stuck in her own bedroom with no food, or she had to not be affected by the view of Vegeta's body. Both choices were pretty hard. Maybe she could try to sneak in the kitchen? Bulma turned her head to look at the clock. There was still 2 hours before dinner, Vegeta had to be training right? It wasn't like him to slack and walk around the house. Maybe she had caught him during one of his little brief break. Yes, it should be safe now.
Bulma's stomach growled, letting her know what she should pick. Bulma smiled before putting her head on her stomach, and rubbing her belly. "I guess you're hungry buddy," said Bulma before chuckling.
Food it was then. Bulma helped herself stand up with her night stand. She was getting fatter by the day, honestly, and it was getting harder to even look at herself in the mirror. Not that she was self conscious, but her body did look different. Bulma sighed heavily as she dragged herself toward the door. Creating, and feeding a baby inside of you takes a lot of energy and since she was drained from not sleeping so much, she had no energy. Even walking around was taking everything she had out of her. Maybe that's why she liked the option of staying in bed instead of trying to avoid Vegeta.
Bulma finally made it to the door, and looked down the hall. It seemed cleared for now, and Vegeta wasn't in sight. Asshole. Bulma started to walk down the hall, always glancing around, as if Vegeta was going to pop out of nowhere which wasn't insane since he did it often. The other problem with Vegeta was that he was in a very bad mood. Of course, angry seemed to be his only mood, but this time it was worst. Bulma was wondering why. Sometimes she wondered if it was because of Yamcha.
Vegeta had seemed pretty pissed off at Yamcha for coming and being around her. Bulma giggled at the memory, even though it wasn't funny. She hadn't seen him this angry, and jealous looking before. Not even when she had hugged Goku in front of him. Bulma had felt a little twitch in her heart when he had become jealous, because it made her feel like he cared. Of course, she knew it was only illusion, but sometimes it was nice to pretend. It was just nice to know he could feel something sometimes.
Although, he could have been jealous. Maybe just a little. Like, just a tiny bit. After all, Vegeta hadn't tried to deny her yesterday after she accused him of being jealous. Well, it was true that she left, and didn't give him a chance to defend himself but still. It wasn't like Vegeta to keep his mouth shut if he had something to say. And, since that, she hadn't really talk to him. Every time she ran into him, she would leave as fast as she could because she didn't trust herself, and her hormones, around him.
What if she couldn't control herself?
What was she saying? How bad had she gotten? She couldn't trust herself around Vegeta? This was horrible! Also, knowing Vegeta he would so use that to make fun of her, like he had done often in the past. What if she felt for his tricks one more time? Although, Bulma was pretty sure that if Vegeta wanted her, he wouldn't have to try to hard. She was so close to throwing herself at him, that all he had to do is take her.
Wait.
Oh kami.
She really had it bad didn't she?
Stupid hormones.
Yes, it was easier to blame her hormones. So what? It was really the hormones, it wasn't her fault she was pregnant! It was his freaking fault, so he should be the one dealing with hormones. Bulma pushed her thoughts away when she finally reached the kitchen. She was more than relieved when she saw that the kitchen was empty. Bulma rushed inside, and opened the fridge, which was filled with food. Thank kami for her mother! Bulma immediately grabbed a pre-made panini, and threw it in the microwave. She couldn't wait to eat.
Then, Bulma's peacefulness was broken by footsteps. Bulma's heart started to beat faster as she thought it was Vegeta coming, and she felt herself hold in a breath. Just her freaking luck! She finally got out of the room, and he stopped training, what were the freaking chances? Bulma was ready to make an escape, when her mother pushed the door of the kitchen open. Bulma sighed heavily, relieved. Once again, thank kami for her mother. She really needed to eat, and was thankful Vegeta was still training.
Bulma smiled at her mother. "Hi mom."
Mrs. Briefs immediately smiled back at her daughter. "Hey honey," said Mrs. Briefs with her high pitched voice before walking in the kitchen, her arms filled with grocery bags. "I bet you are hungry, sweetie!"
Bulma nodded. "I'm starving." Surely one little sandwich wouldn't be enough to satisfy her hunger. She hadn't eat the whole day, and she had a baby saiyan to feed there, plus herself. She immediately walked in direction of the bags, and started to look inside of them. Gosh she felt like a saiyan right now. Always hungry.
Mrs. Briefs smiled at her daughter. "I bet Vegeta worn you out!" she said before giggling. There were so young and in love! They must have missed each other so much! She knew if she had been in Bulma's position, she'd still be in the bedroom.
Bulma immediately stopped what she was doing. "Mom, what are you talking about?" asked Bulma slightly nervous. Vegeta worn her out? She really hoped her mother wasn't referring to sex. Oh kami, she was wasn't she?
"Don't be silly honey," said Mrs. Briefs before shaking her head slightly. "You two are young! Did you move in the same bedroom yet?" asked Mrs. Briefs very innocently.
Bulma thought she could die at that moment right now. Her mother was referring about sex. Oh gosh, how could she explain to her mother the situation? Bulma loved her mother very much, but sometimes, she wasn't the smartest person around. Explaining to her that it was sex, and not love, would be way to complicated. In her mother's mind, her and Vegeta were meant to be together, so nothing would go through. It was useless to try and explain, plus maybe it was better her mother held on to her illusion.
"Hm, er, not yet, mom," said Bulma a little uncomfortable. She didn't quite want to talk about it.
Mrs. Briefs seemed a little sad about it, but rapidly brushed it off. "Oh I see. Well, let me know if you need any help!" said Mrs. Briefs before starting to put the food away, like nothing had happened.
Bulma sighed heavily before grabbing her sandwich. Maybe she didn't need more food after all. Her mother had sort of ruined her appetite by mentioning all this lovey-doubey talk about Vegeta and her. She looked at her mother one more time before going back to her room. At least she didn't run into Vegeta, and she was able to grab a little something to eat. But now, her mind was still filled with thoughts of Vegeta. Apparently her mother was not the best distraction to forget about the spiky hair saiyan.
Mrs. Briefs watched her daughter leave. What was wrong with her little girl? Everybody was acting so strange today! She had ran into Yamcha at the grocery store, and he had mumbled some things, and ran off when she invited him for dinner. People could be so strange sometimes!
Oh well, maybe if she cooked some food, everybody would be happy again!
-L-
Vegeta was in the hall, right in front of the gravity room, just standing there, waiting. He was watching Bulma's ki, to make sure she wasn't in the kitchen, because he didn't want another repeat. He was completely starving. He had spent the whole night training, and he had skipped his sleep, which was something he never did. It wasn't his fault the woman got him all worked up. She was the one who accused him of lies, and completely threw off his mind, ruining his training. She said he was jealous.
Jealous.
Him?
Never.
Why would he be jealous that this stupid weakling was hanging around her? He didn't care about that. He just didn't want him to make a move on her while she was pregnant. Him jealous! That was the most stupid thing he had ever heard in his whole life. He didn't have time to waste on such silly human emotions. He would have if she was his mate, but she wasn't. It was nothing, they were nothing. Why should he care what she did with who? Plus, she had been with the weakling before, and it never bothered him.
On top of that, the earthling was pathetic. Even though it was obvious the woman didn't want anything to do with him, and she was pregnant, he was still trying to make a move on her. How desperate did he have to be to pull something like that? And the way he threatened him? The only reason why he hadn't crushed that pathetic excuse of a human yet, was because if he did, the woman would yell at him until his ears fall off. If it wasn't for that, he would be dead and blasted into another dimension already.
How dare he threatened him? Vegeta, the prince of all saiyans? Stupid human.
He sighed heavily. And if that was the only problem. He had noticed the way she looked at him every time he walked around, only in his shorts. She was staring, and then she would run off like she was on fire. Why did she have to make everything so damn complicated. Not that he cared what she did, but it was affecting him too. He couldn't be distracted by her more than he already had! He didn't have time for such foolishness again. He wasn't frustrated like before. Well, at least not as much as before. He didn't need any, er relief.
He knew the way she looked at him. He recognized that look from the night that got her into that mess. He should have figured something like this would happen. Although, it confirmed that nothing happened between her and Yamcha if her hormones, and desires were still high, and present. Apparently, her lust wasn't just a general feeling, and it was directed only in his direction, and no one else's. The only bad thing was, he knew she would come his way to have them satisfy, and he couldn't do that.
He wouldn't do that.
There was enough consequences that came out of the first time, and although something like that couldn't happen again, it was better if they didn't. Bulma couldn't stay emotionally out of of this, and he wouldn't risk it. He needed some time here, and if they got into that mess again, then, he would probably need to leave again so he wouldn't have to deal with her whining. But then again, if he left, then that idiot would try again to get with her. He sighed heavily when Bulma's ki was far enough from the kitchen. He walked in direction of the kitchen, ready to eat. He had never been starving so much of his whole life.
It wasn't like him to avoid Bulma like this, but his head hurt, his body hurt, and his stomach ached of hunger. He really didn't want to deal with her, and the way she looked at him, with her sexual frustration. Every time she passed by, he was getting ready for it. He was ready to push her away, to put a halt to whatever plane she had. Although, adding to her misery could be interesting, but he didn't want to deal with her being angry while being pregnant. She was even more of a bitch, and it was reaching new levels.
Vegeta rolled his eyes when he walked inside the kitchen, and Mrs. Briefs smiled at him. He didn't need her either right now. He avoided looking at her, and then, he went right for the fridge, trying to hurry as much as he could. Anything that was fast to eat. He picked up leftover pizza, and tried to leave the kitchen as fast as he could, but unfortunately, he just wasn't fast enough.
"Vegeta!" said Mrs. Briefs with a smile as she finally noticed him. The boy could be quite fast when he wanted to!
Vegeta sighed heavily, and tried to avoid her as he walked toward the door. The woman could be so annoying! Even worst than Bulma. Vegeta walked away from the kitchen, while Mrs. Briefs still screamed his name with her high-pitched voice. But her words were in vain because Vegeta paid no attention to her, and kept going his way.
He walked back in direction of the training center, quickly not wanting to have Bunny's voice hurt his ears. Vegeta was really considering leaving again. It wasn't that the woman was being annoying, or even talking to him. They hadn't really exchanged much words since he came back. It was simply that it was too awkward, and he didn't like the ambiance, and the mood around the house. There was too much tension, and it was interfering with his training. He couldn't concentrate when he could sense so much ki disturbance.
He said to himself he wasn't going to care about her or the baby, and it was the truth. He didn't mind leaving even though she was pregnant. He would never because his training was more important, and right now, it was being ruined. But he couldn't leave now. He needed more time at Capsule Corp, because the gravity room was so much better, and it could go a lot higher. He needed a more intensive training, and he needed to have food close by so he didn't have to rationalize himself.
Plus, the woman and her father were always there to upgrade the gravity room, and add new training materials. It was nice to have peace and quiet out there, but it wasn't the best training method. Maybe he could stay a little longer, than go again. But, he couldn't avoid the woman anymore, because it interfered with his training. He would need to deal with her annoying looks. Unless she remained in her room.
Vegeta was so busy walking that he didn't realize Bulma was standing right in front of him. When he raised his head, he saw her looking at him, right in the eyes, not moving. Oh great, she had that look on her face again. "Woman, get out of my way."
Involuntary, Vegeta's eyes traveled to her huge belly, where Bulma's hands were resting. There was no doubt that she was pretty big now. Surely, they would only be a couple of months left wouldn't it? Although, he wasn't sure if half-breed gestation would be as short as full saiyans. Usually saiyans pregnancy were around 5 to 6 months, but maybe this would be different. Although, she was already pretty big.
Bulma bit her bottom lip. He did talk to her didn't he? She couldn't recall what he said though, because she had been to busy staring at his chest. Damn it, why did he have to be shirtless again? Honestly, couldn't he put a shirt on at least for her sanity? "Can't you put a shirt on?"
"You don't look like you mind," said Vegeta in a cocky tone.
Honestly, did she think he wouldn't notice the way she was drooling in front of him? Well, it wasn't annoying really, because it was better than her whining, and he knew he was good looking, but still. It was quite out of character for her to show how she felt. She was usually such a stubborn whiny bitch.
Bulma felt her anger rise inside of her. Damn it, he was being so cocky about it. But it wasn't her - DAMN. She had to stop looking at his chest, and focus. FOCUS girl, focus. What was she thinking about again? She couldn't remember. Damn his good looking, muscular, bulging chest. No wait, it wasn't his waist that was bulging. It was his short. Oh damn, now she was looking there? What was wrong with her!
Bulma looked up at his eyes. Oh damn, he had that cocky look in his eyes, like he knew she was ogling over him like a freaking high school girl. She was better than this. Damn hormones. Bulma closed her eyes tightly, and took a deep breathe. When she opened her eyes again, their noses were almost touching. Oh darn. When did they get so close to each other anyway? She started to breathe faster and faster.
Too close.
Way too close for comfort.
Alright, she could taste his skin.
She could smell him.
Oh darn. That was too close. Bulma looked at Vegeta, and he was smirking like the cocky bastard he was. Bulma felt her anger get the best of her again, and she raised her fist, ready to hit him. She hated the way he knew that she wanted him. But it wasn't her fault. Bulma looked down at her belly, and sighed heavily. Why are you doing this to me. She looked again at Vegeta, anger still filling her.
Bulma didn't think and punched him right in the chest. Vegeta didn't even move as she did so, as if he didn't feel anything. Actually, he didn't. Bulma's tiny punch wasn't strong enough to do anything to someone like him. Vegeta raised his hand and wrapped it around her wrist. This was the second time she tried something like this. It was enough. He pushed her hand away from his chest, still holding her wrist.
"Woman, I already warned you. Do not try anything."
He looked down at her stomach. "You can't be as lucky every time."
Bulma's heart was beating really fast as she wondered if Vegeta would hurt her. He wouldn't do that. He couldn't do that. He could be a jackass sometimes, but he wouldn't go that far would he? Bulma wasn't even sure she could trust that. Maybe he would? No Vegeta had never laid a hand on her before, and he wasn't about to start now. Bulma bent down closer to Vegeta, and without really thinking, she pressed her lips against his. Oh kami help her.
Vegeta knew this was coming, and he was only surprised that it came this late. After a few moments, he pushed her away, gently, which surprised Bulma a lot. Vegeta wasn't being rough? What was wrong with him? He looked at her straight in the eyes, and, then he walked away. Where had the wild lover gone to?
Bulma just stood there, feeling like an idiot. What in the world just happened there? She kissed him, and he didn't react at all. Bulma brought her hand to her lips, and touched them slightly. They were still moist, and warm from his lips. Oh, kami. Why couldn't she stop thinking about him? Why couldn't she stop wanting him? Bulma turned around, and watched as Vegeta walked away, as if nothing was.
She could be such an idiot sometimes.
Vegeta was aware of Bulma's eyes on him, but didn't give her any attention. Damn it, he was growing a soft side, and he didn't like it. Saiyans weren't weak. He should have been able to live up to his threat. He told her not to try anything against him, yet she did, and then she kissed him. What did he do? He walked away. He was becoming way too soft, and he couldn't let that happen. The damn woman wasn't even scared of him. She had dare kissed him while he was threatening her! Didn't she have any survival instincts?
When Vegeta finally reached the gravity room again, he groaned. It was getting so complicated to avoid the woman, and act as if nothing was there. She was always shoving her huge belly in his face, and she was always looking at him with those eyes. He had wanted her once, and he had enjoyed her body. Although she was pregnant, her body still remained attractive. Actually, the way she had gotten more curvy was getting harder to ignore.
Damn it, he had his needs too, and she was offering herself constantly. He might be saiyan, and the strongest, but still.
Darn woman.
-L-
Bulma was staring at the door of the gravity room, almost wanting to open it with a look alone. That was it. Bulma had decided she had enough of all of this. This frustration was killing her, and it was all Vegeta's fault. He was supposed to do something about this because it was his whole fault. She didn't care what he wanted or what he thought. In her mind, this was his fault. Bulma sighed heavily before pressing the button to open the door of the gravity room. She wasn't going to wait any longer, and she would do something about it that he wanted it or not.
As soon as Bulma opened the door, she felt herself being pressed down on the floor. As soon as she stepped in, she crashed against the floor, her belly first. The sound of her crashing against the floor on her stomach attracted Vegeta's attention. When he noticed her on the ground, he walked in direction of the panel, and stopped the gravity room, bringing the gravity back to normal, while muttering some curses. Most of them involving her being an idiot. Had she forgotten what her own invention is?
He walked in direction of Bulma, and grabbed her by the waist, and he lifted her up, obviously not happy about the whole thing. Gosh she was an annoying idiot. Bulma raised her head, and nodded, as a thank you. She sighed heavily, as Vegeta was staring at her because she knew she had to talk to him. Well, maybe she didn't have to talk. Wait, that didn't work out to well last time.
Bulma walked closer to him, until her belly was pressed against his stomach. How awkward. Bulma decided she needed to stop looking so weak, and she needed to show him some attitude. This was the only way to stop thinking about him, at least in that way. She didn't care anymore about his attitude or about any type of relationship, she just wanted to be satisfied.
"Listen to me you, jerk," said Bulma before poking him in the chest. "This is your fault," she said before pointing at her belly. "You better do something about it."
Vegeta was about to talk, but Bulma cut him. If she gave him a chance to talk, this whole thing would be ruin. "You don't care, and I get it. But guess what, my hormones have been going crazy, and it's all your fault!"
He sighed heavily. He knew where this was leading, and he couldn't let it happen. Not again. Bulma bent down slightly so that her chest was now pressing against his. He was a jerk, she needed to remember that. Well, she always knew that. Even when they first did it. Although this time things would be different. Yes they would be because first of all, she couldn't get pregnant again, and second, she wouldn't be so emotionally attached again. She understood the way he felt the first time.
She just needed him.
She just needed this.
It was wrong, but she didn't care.
Bulma once again pressed her lips against his. He was going to push her away again wasn't he? Bulma noticed how he wasn't reacting, so she pushed herself closer to him, and wrapped her arms around his neck, and waited for him to react. Once again, she was faced with nothing. Bulma sighed heavily, and pulled away. She looked into Vegeta's eyes, but they were cold and empty.
"Woman," he said, but this time, his voice wasn't as angry as usually.
Bulma bit her bottom lip, pondering about what she was doing. It felt so good though, so why should she stopped? Why did she feel like she needed him so much? She needed this contact. She just wanted it. She had never felt so freaking horny of her whole life, and the fire inside of her had to be dealt with. Bulma sighed heavily and turned around. This was hopeless. This was Vegeta. She was already lucky that he hadn't gotten angry at her already. Which, now that she was thinking about her, was quite weird.
As she was walking in direction of the door, she felt someone stop her, and press her against the close door. Bulma gasped in surprise, as Vegeta pressed himself against her belly. Alright, what the heck just happened there? Bulma was breathing very fast, as she watched Vegeta's every moves, waiting for him to do something. Was he actually considering this too? Her heart was beating very fast, and she licked her lips. Oh yes, she could feel a puddle forming inside of her as her desire grew.
Vegeta put his hands under her shirt, rubbing her belly, up and down. Bulma stopped breathing as she touched his skin with his heated hands. Why did this feel so damn good? Vegeta raised his hand a little higher, and before Bulma could stop herself, she moaned, her desire becoming too much for her to control.
Vegeta smirked before pulling his hand away, and backing away slightly. Bulma was breathing hard as she watched him. "Woman, get out of here."
Bulma didn't even think twice before walking away, leaving Vegeta by himself. She was so weak; how could a simple touch make her feel this way? He thought he was so smart because he could do that? Well she would show him! She wasn't the only one who could succumb to sexual charms. She was pretty sure if she pushed it enough, he would succumb too. He also did it once, didn't he?
She looked down at her belly. Yes he did.
Bulma knew the perfect way to get back to Vegeta for the way he was trying to act. Cocky bastard. Apparently Vegeta had one thing he didn't like; Yamcha being around. Well, Yamcha and her were friends, and he would hang out around even if Vegeta didn't like it. This time, she wouldn't send him away like she had done yesterday. She would fight Vegeta with fire, and he would see who was weak.
He was jealous, and she would prove it.
Hopefully she would get something out of it.
Vegeta watched Bulma walk away. Why did he do it? Why did he touch her? What was it about her that his control would just slip slightly every time? Her moaning brought him back to reality. He couldn't let himself distracted. Vegeta punched the wall in front of him, almost creating a hole in the wall. He shouldn't be distracted. He had his goals, and he was going to remain alive.
He wouldn't let the woman distract him anymore. He wouldn't let anything get in his way. He couldn't afford it, or it could cost him his life. Damn it, he was the strongest warrior, how could a human get so much out of him? This wasn't like him and he didn't like it. It was time for him to put things the way they used to be. He wouldn't let her win, and he wouldn't let himself lose. His training would be his only priority, even if he had to sacrifice his sleep.
He couldn't die.
-L-
Bulma was sitting on the couch, in the living room, a movie in the DVD player. She was waiting for Yamcha, since he was supposed to come over for a movie. Of course, it had taken her hours, and hours to convince him to come. She also apologized for about an hour, for telling him to get out of her house two days ago. Also, she had to promise Vegeta wouldn't come around, and it was their friend time. Of course, he hadn't like the term friend, but he went with it after hours of arguing. Bulma was quite stubborn, and wasn't about to give up.
Vegeta was still in the gravity room, but Bulma had this idea that he was going to come around when Yamcha would arrive. Well at least she hoped he would. It was not like she was using Yamcha to get at Vegeta.
No she wasn't.
Well maybe a little.
Yamcha didn't have to know.
After all, they were still friends, and they could hang out right? She was just trying to make up to him after making him leave last time right? It was nothing wrong. They would just spend time together as friends, and she would try to piss off Vegeta. There was nothing wrong in this! She was just killing two birds with one stone. Yes, she wasn't doing anything wrong.
Soon enough, Yamcha walked in the living room, looking quite uncomfortable. He looked around, making sure that Vegeta wasn't around. Well, it wasn't like he was scared of Vegeta or anything.
Maybe a little.
But who wouldn't? He was a cold heart murderer. He had every rights to be terrified.
He seemed to get a little more comfortable when he assured himself that Vegeta wasn't there and when he looked at Bulma, sitting on the couch smiling at him. That was a view he could get use to. Yamcha walked in direction of the couch, and sat down, a little far from Bulma.
"Hey," he said, giving a last look around.
Bulma sighed; there was no doubt that Yamcha was terrified at the idea of Vegeta beating him up. Well, Vegeta did sound pretty pissed the last time he saw him. "Ready for a movie?" asked Bulma, trying to make him a little more comfortable.
Yamcha turned his attention to the table, which was filled with food. It was no surprise, and he figured all this food wouldn't even be enough for Bulma alone. When he looked at her again, she was still smiling. Wow, this was really different from the angry Bulma he had been dealing with lately. He liked the change, but he was wondering what in the world caused her to be happy again. Even not pregnant she wasn't always so happy. How strange. He thought the hormones had turned her crazy, but apparently they made her happy.
Yamcha relaxed slightly, while Bulma was getting this feeling in the pit of her stomach. She thought it was because she felt bad about using Yamcha, but as some time passed, she realized it was pain. Bulma put her hand on her stomach; yes it was coming from there. It felt like something was tearing her from the inside. Bulma bit her bottom lip, trying not to make any sounds, because she didn't want to attract Yamcha's attention. What in the world was happening? The pain were becoming sharper by the second.
It took Yamcha a few seconds before noticing what was happening to Bulma. "Bulma? Are you okay?" he asked slightly concerned, as his ki flickered with nervousness. She was very pale, and didn't look well. He was worried for her. "Bulma?" he asked again when she didn't respond.
Bulma wasn't really hearing Yamcha talk to her, because everything was becoming blur. Her stomach was killing her, and she didn't know what to do. She dropped from the couch to the ground, and on her knees. She held her stomach with both hands, as the first tears came rolling down her cheeks. She didn't know what to do, and she didn't know what was happening to her. She felt herself starting to panic as she tried to hold on to anything that was around her. The first thing she found was Yamcha's hand, who was now on the floor beside her. She couldn't keep her balance properly as her vision was being blurred.
Yamcha cupped her in his arms, with difficulty, since she was pretty heavy now, and started to walk down the hall. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, and he wasn't sure what he was looking for. It was obvious whatever was happening to Bulma was related to the baby, but what did it mean? Could she be going into labor? Not that early! Although the baby was saiyan, and he didn't know how long it took for a saiyan baby to be completely formed. Or what if the child was hurting Bulma?
Yamcha found himself completely helpless, and he knew what he had to do, although he didn't want to. He didn't want to go ask for help to that person. But did he have any other choice? The only person who could help him right now, was Vegeta. He sighed heavily before walking in direction of the Gravity Room. He just had to. Although, by now shouldn't have wondered if something was wrong since both his and Bulma's ki were going like crazy? Though, it was Vegeta, and he probably didn't care.
He ran as fast as he could do the room, and when he got there, he managed to knock as best as he could. Bulma was still struggling in his arms, and her temperature was starting to rise as she was beginning to sweat. When no one came, Yamcha knocked again, harder this time. "VEGETA!" he yelled, as his arms were getting slightly tired.
Finally after a few minutes, Vegeta opened the door, clearly annoyed. Yamcha almost shoved Bulma in his face. Vegeta looked down at her, no signs of worry on his face. Bulma was biting her bottom lip so hard, that it was starting to bleed. Vegeta looked down at her, and sighed heavily. Why did he always end up getting involved?
Vegeta took Bulma from Yamcha's arms, and glared at him. "Get out," said Vegeta before starting to walk away from Yamcha.
Yamcha wanted to argue, but Vegeta was going to help Bulma, so he had no choices. Although he couldn't help but wonder if it was a good thing to leave her with such a monster. Who knew what Vegeta would do, or if he really would care.
Probably not.
He couldn't trust Vegeta.
Yamcha only hoped nothing was wrong with Bulma. Kami help her.
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Well, that's it for now, lol. I guess this chapter is long too right? A little little bit shorter than the last one, but still a lot better than usually right? I think you guys enjoyed the length of the last one, so I wanted to do it again, lol. I hope you liked the chapter. Once again, a cliffhanger, lol. See? When I get a lot of review, I like to make longer chapters, lol.
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