Bulma threw her hair in a neat bun, and dressed quickly. It was eight-thirty in the morning, and her doctor appointment was at nine. Pulling on her shoes, she walked quickly into the kitchen. Vegeta was at the table eating breakfast, he usually left the gravity chamber around that time to eat quickly, then he was gone again. Her mother was washing dishes quietly, but when she saw Bulma walk in, she grinned.
"How ya feeling?" Her mother chirped.
"Same. I'm going to the doctor." Bulma replied with a strained voice.
"Want me to come with?" Mrs. Briefs asked.
"No, Mom. I think I'll be okay." She looked over at Vegeta. "Wish me luck." The Saiyan said nothing, only watched her go. Once outside, she threw her capsule, and waited for the smoke to clear. Once inside, she took off for the inner city, her nerves reaching an all new high. What if I have some kind of illness? That made pregnant sound really nice.
Before she knew it, she was at the doctor's office. Walking inside, she walked over to the receptionist behind a glass window. The receptionist set her up with a clipboard full of paperwork. Sitting in the lobby, she filled out the paperwork, mumbling to herself about how ridiculous it was that every time she came in they always made her fill out the same sheet. They knew her by a first name basis for the same reason everyone knew who she was. Capsule Corporation.
Returning the clipboard back to the woman, she sat back down in the lobby, waiting. She felt sick again, so she began breathing in her nose and out of her mouth. Relax, Bulma... Think of the beach.. Think of Vegeta... The thought of him calmed her a little. I wish you were with me now... But I couldn't ask you. You'd have only said no, you lunkhead. Bulma wrinkled her nose slightly at the thought of him.
"Briefs?" A woman held the door open for Bulma as she walked through into the hallway. "How are you today Ms. Briefs?"
"Feeling like crap." Bulma sulked, following the nurse to a patient room.
"Make yourself comfortable, the doctor will be right with you." The nurse smiled. Bulma nodded and sat on the waiting bed. Yawning, she kicked her feet and looked around the room. There were several paintings on the wall and she stared at them in slight awe. Oceans and sunsets... She wanted to go there. Maybe take Vegeta with me... A smile formed across her lips at the thought.
"Hello, hello!" A cheery voice broke through her thoughts and the door opened.
"Dr. Jocelyn." Bulma greeted her long time doctor, trying to offer a grin.
"You look... Tired." The woman pulled out her clipboard. "What's going on, Bulma? Lay it on me."
"Well, I've been puking my guts out the last few mornings. My stomach feels strange, like somethings not right... Bad pains." The blue haired woman was thinking back on the last couple of days.
"I read your chart.. So you've missed a period?" The doctor's words hit her like a ton of bricks. Her mouth went dry.
"Yea." Bulma managed to croak out the word.
"On any birth control?" The doctor asked, despite Bulma clearly stating on the chart that she wasn't.
"No." Bulma replied.
"Okay, then. First thing's first. Blood work will tell us everything." Dr. Jocelyn said. Bulma sat in a chair, while the nurse came out and prepped her arm. Watching her slip the needle in her vein, Bulma felt a tad bit light headed as the blood slipped through the tubing into the vial. Once the vial was full, the nurse cut it off, slipped the needle back out, and stuck a bandaid with a cotton ball underneath onto her arm. Goku would be flipping his shit... Bulma smiled.
"We'll have your results soon." The nurse smiled, walking from the room. Now I just sit and wait... Butterflies fluttered around in her stomach. She was scared, nervous. But she was also... Excited. A baby... Not just any baby. Vegeta's baby... He is going to be so mad... Bulma tried to forget about his attitude for a moment.
If I'm pregnant... Please don't do anything stupid, Vegeta... I know how you are. When things get too sentimental, you run. Bulma feared the worst would happen. What if he doesn't really want me at all? What if this is the final straw that scares him away for good? He could leave, go into space... He said I was his, but he's Vegeta... As much as I love him, he'll never be all mine. He still fights his dark side, and sometimes I see it winning.
"Bulma?" Dr. Jocelyn came into the room, pulling Bulma from her thoughts. She stood, waiting on the doctor's verdict. "You're pregnant. Not quite two weeks. Nothing else showed up in your blood. Looks to me like you're just having really bad morning sickness... Do you want me to go over your options?"
"My... My options?" Bulma asked, confused.
"You're here alone... Let's face it, your business is usually all over the news. You and that baseball player aren't together anymore. There's always adoption... Or abortion, though I don't condone-"
"Whoa!" Bulma held up her hand. "I am with someone. I just try to keep it private, you know. So he and I can have a normal life... Please keep this confidential. I would never give up my child, and I'm certainly not going to abort it. I want this baby." Bulma felt sick of the thought of killing her unborn child.
"Great. That's great. Your parents will be thrilled. Make sure you come back three weeks from now for another check up, okay? I will set up your appointment and we'll call you in advance for a reminder." Dr. Jocelyn smiled with relief. "Congrats."
"Thank you. See ya later." Bulma walked out of the patient room, and out into the lobby. I just want to go home. Walking outside, she climbed into her hover craft, and took off for home. She dreaded telling Vegeta, but he needed to know. She had to tell him, whether she wanted to or not.
The ride out of the city and back to Capsule Corporation seemed to take all of thirty seconds. Once her feet hit the grass, she retracted her hover craft, took a breath, and walked toward the front door. Her nerves were hitting an all time high, causing her stomach to knot up. It began to hurt a little, and she felt bad for putting her stress on the baby. I have a baby inside of me... The thought made her smile, and she instinctively touched her stomach.
"Mom, I'm home!" Bulma called. The house was silent. "Mom?" She walked into the empty kitchen. She must have gone somewhere with Daddy.. Walking away from the kitchen, she could hear the low hum of the gravity chamber from inside the silent house. Taking a deep breath, she left the house, heading for the gravity chamber. Once she reached it, she stood for a moment, before knocking. The hum slowly quieted, and the door opened, Vegeta standing there looking annoyed.
"Well the good news is I don't have some kind of deadly disease." Bulma tried to sound hopeful. Vegeta said nothing, only scowled, waiting for what he already knew. Looking down, Bulma kicked the ground with her foot, then looked back up at him. Their eyes locked. "Vegeta, I'm pregnant."
"I knew it." Vegeta said, his face suddenly growing cold. "How could you let this happen?" He growled.
"ME?" Bulma stared at him, shocked. "It's your fault!"
"My fault? Don't you humans have some sort of pregnancy prevention?" Vegeta snarled, stepping toward her.
"I KNEW YOU WERE GOING TO ACT LIKE THIS! AT LEAST I'M NOT DYING!" Bulma yelled, tears coming to her eyes.
"YOU'RE A FOOLISH GIRL!" Vegeta yelled, then he stopped, closing his eyes for a moment, calming himself. He opened them again, and took another step toward her. His eyes cold, matching his voice. "A Saiyan pregnancy will be harmful to you."
"Chi Chi had Gohan!" Bulma argued, confused.
"That circus clown's wife isn't normal." Vegeta spat. "And let me ask you this. Did any of you know she was having a baby? Did she call to inform anyone about the little brat? Did you ever once see her while she was pregnant?"
"Well, no. We only found out about Gohan when Goku brought him here before Raditz came. Gohan was around four or five." Bulma replied quietly.
"Exactly. Because Kakarot was watching her go through the most painful experience of her life. She probably nearly died. Saiyan women were built to bear the child of Saiyan men. You are EARTHLINGS! You're not made to handle a legendary Saiyan warrior!" Vegeta fussed, angry.
"It's too late, now! I'll just have to deal." She fussed back, glaring.
"Just have to deal..." Vegeta laughed wickedly, as he backed her against the gravity room wall, trapping her between his arms. "Have to deal? I don't want this. Neither do you."
"I'm going to have this baby." Bulma said firmly, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.
"Then you're more foolish than I ever thought. Now leave me alone. I have to train." Vegeta growled, pushing himself away from her. Bulma left the gravity room in tears, trying to process what was just said. He sounded so angry... But there was something else in his voice that he kept trying to cover up...
Deciding to just let it go, Bulma felt her stomach knot up again. That conversation didn't go the way she had hoped for. Vegeta was angry, which meant he was going to close himself off from her. She was pregnant, and going to have his baby. Was he just trying to scare her, or was this really going to be difficult? Just thinking about the few days she had already went through made her believe him.
But she wanted him to love this baby. She already did. Rubbing her stomach, she laid down on the bed. I love you already... I hope you and I will be okay together. Maybe you won't be so bad on me... I hope you come around, Vegeta. I just need you to give me a sign, anything. I need to know you're not going to duck out on me and this child. We're both going to need you... More than you know. I wish I could tell you that.
"Mom! Dad!" Bulma called out from the couch. Vegeta just happened to be sitting at the kitchen table, eating breakfast. Her parents still didn't know about her being pregnant, and she figured now was a good of time as any to inform them.
"Yes, dear?" Her mother walked into the living room, followed by her father.
"I have something to tell you... I'm not sick." Bulma offered a light smile. "I'm going to have a baby."
"What?" Mr. Briefs gaped at his daughter.
"OH HOW WONDERFUL! Finally, a grand baby!" Mrs. Briefs cooed with excitement. A loud CLANG from the kitchen made Bulma jump. Vegeta stormed past them, not saying a word, slamming the door on his way out. The gravity chamber came to life shortly after.
"He thinks the pregnancy is going to be really hard on me." Bulma said quietly, looking at her parents. "I'm not too sure where he stands on his feelings about it. You know how Vegeta is."
"At least the baby will have good looks." Her mother grinned.
"A...baby..." Her dad walked off, his face still stuck in shock. Bulma giggled at her father.
"I think Daddy's surprised." She laughed.
"We have to go shopping!" Her mother snatched up her wallet.
"Oh, Mom. Not now... I'm exhausted." Bulma shook her head.
"Fine, how about I be a virtual shopper? I'll send you pictures, you tell me what you want." Mrs. Briefs instructed.
"You're impossible." Bulma shook her head, fighting a smile.
"I'm a mother. Now I'll be on my way!" Her mom left the room without waiting for another word.
Vegeta is not a happy camper. Honestly I think he's more worried about what's going to happen to Bulma than he is about the fact that she's pregnant. He is just... No an emotional person, and when he does show emotion, it usually comes out in anger. Of course he eventually grows a little softer after the cell saga, but he is always Vegeta. There's no other way to describe him. In the manga it seems to have a little more detail between him and Bulma... I have a few books, so I will be writing from those as well as the show. I am so excited to do the pregnancy ! Yay we're finally here !
THANK YOU SO MUCH TO MY AMAZING READERS/REVIEWERS/FOLLOWERS/FAVORITERS ! You guys keep me inspired to continue writing this story and keep making Vegeta an ass.
~Kaila G.