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A/N: Another few days another update, its time for their reunion. You all know who i'm talking about here!

It had taken a whole week since then for Bulma after talking at length with Goku to finally have a conversation with Yamcha, she hadn't wanted to earlier as she just wasn't ready to deal with this. Well, technically she was ready, but she just didn't feel up to it. Today though, she was getting up and with the intention of getting their conversation over and done with. She would see him once today and then decide from there whether or not they would be friends. Bulma would make sure to be stressing that point to him.

Though for some reason her body just didn't want to co-operate, or maybe Trunks didn't.

She was apprehensive, angry, bitter, and more than a little upset with him. Once again, he had cheated on her, after they had been engaged for a little more than week. Though, through their off and on again relationship she had learned to live with it, but that didn't mean she was ever okay with it.

This was harder than it needed to be for two reasons. First meeting him face to face, second, she would be in quite the public setting with her being very pregnant. While she didn't expected things to go bad. She just wasn't sure how he'd react to the fact her belly was a dead giveaway to what had happened, and might infer something else.

Bulma was going to drive herself, she wasn't going to bring her parents into this. To them this was just her going out for coffee. At least that's all it was supposed to be. She slipped on a light blue maternity shirt, her hair loose flowing around her neck as she didn't want to attempt to put it up.

This would have to be, just to close that chapter in her life. There wasn't a better way around it, she always took things head on and hope they could part amicably. He had called again the following day, obviously, he wanted to have a talk with her, he might not be as stubborn as other men her life, but he wouldn't stop after one failure, when it came to her anyway.

Better to just get it over with now, then deal with it later.

She finished dressing herself, grabbing her purse and placing sunglasses over her eyes along with a large hat to shield herself from the sun. Certain UV rays could cause birth complications or defects, and she wouldn't risk anything with her child.

Bulma walked down the stairs, her mother greeting her as she came down.

She gave her daughter a hug, "You look amazing honey."

"Thanks mom," said Bulma, offering her a smile.

She walked outside, stopping as the midday sun greeted her outside. It was warm with a gentle breeze, as her hair blew behind her.

Bunny smiled rubbing her daughter's shoulder. "I'm sure he'll understand. I certainly can." She giggled, emphasizing that Vegeta was definitely the better catch. Not that Mrs. Briefs understood the fact Yamcha was killed by her grandchild's father and had threatened his life more times than one could count.

The words were trying to be comforting. Yet for Bulma, they were just a bit of a sting of guilt, as Vegeta had harmed her life far more than Yamcha ever had. She only tightened the hold on her purse.

"I have to get going," She said nodding to her mom who pulled back.

"Don't take too long, and nothing to bitter for my grandson!" Her ringing words made her smile. She just couldn't wait to hold him!

"I'll be back in an hour mom, if not give me a call."

"No problem, take care now."

Bulma opened the main garage and got inside her favorite blue sports car. She hadn't drove in a long time, and she hadn't driven her baby in a long time either. She felt the thrum of the car engine, and the power beneath her foot, she pulled out and her blood rushed through her veins. She needed to go fast, she needed to feel power right now. She gripped the wheel tighter as adrenaline pumped in her veins.

This wasn't normally her, but as she shifted lanes she felt herself grinning as she went fast. Her mind felt most of her bodies aches and pains die away quickly, as her stomach, or more so her baby seemed to flood her body with relief. Do you want mommy to go fast? She asked her baby and her only response was a rush of more emotions.

Yes, was the answer.

She got on to the expressway, taking a longer than necessary route as she pulled up and around, reaching well over ninety, the hum of the engine, the speed and raw power was driving her or her hormones to a new level. Nonetheless, she was enjoying it, her child was telling her what it wanted and so long as it didn't attempt to harm her, she had no qualms about giving him what he wanted.

Finally, with about five minutes to spare, she reached her destination and Bulma let out a heavy breath before letting parking the car in the spot. The rush wearing off, she leaned back against the headrest. Her stomach giving off waves of relief almost. She didn't feel nearly as stressed as she had before, Mommy will do that on the ride home, if you want. She said as another strange feeling rolled over her. Yes, it is.

She opened the door of her car, her hat on straight, her glasses covering her face. The busy city streets occupants passed her a casual glance. The whistles and cat calls were mild, most not interested in throwing comments at a pregnant woman. She walked up towards the coffee shop, finding a seat out in front of the store, a tree at her back, and a small table gave her just enough room to sit down. Her purse resting on the table, as she casually pulled out a small coffee menu from the stand in the center.

Bulma looked around wondering if Yamcha was already here but she didn't see him. Probably still on his way. Late? Typical… she sighed, as if she wouldn't remember that fact about him. He wasn't punctual like… Vegeta. Why am I comparing them? They are nothing alike.

"Welcome Miss. Would you like to order anything?" Asked the waiter, who had come over to her as she had taken a seat.

Bulma wasn't really up for a coffee, babies didn't need the caffeine that she once did. "A mixed smoothie, please, and some pastries." She said pointing out several from the menu.

"Of course, mam," He said nodding before walking away.

She wasn't on edge before she had left, the ride had left her a bit drained but otherwise she felt better. It was as if the baby was trying to calm her down, or tell her it was okay. It was crazy but then again, her son was half-saiyan. She glanced at her watch, telling herself that if he pulled another stunt and made her wait more than twenty minutes she'd leave, and tell him to fuck off before daring to waste her time again. He's the one who set it up, he had no right to be late.

As she looked over a paper left on the table her waiter returned. Setting down her small tray of orders. "Thank you," she said bringing the drink to her lips. She was getting hungry.

She had no intention of dealing with her baby's hunger pains as she waited. She casually flipped through the paper finding nothing of interest. Time was passing slowly,

Five minutes, or I swear to Kami Yamcha I will break your balls in two.

Those five minutes came and went, and of course per usual there was no sign of him. Bulma handed the man a twenty for the bill, as she moved to stand up. Though as she did she noticed a man coming

Typical, she thought as put her put her purse down, she raised an eyebrow at him as he stopped right in front of him. His soft expression shifted as he looked ashamed, they weren't the cold black ones she stared into for so long, the ones that froze her blood. There was no panic in her body, she only felt frustration.

He stopped as he took in her appearance. The long maternity clothes, the bulging stomach.

"Hey… Bulma"

She sighed, "Yes Yamcha, it's me, and yes I'm pregnant and no, it's not yours." She was blunt, cold, upset, and hurt. It was his damn fault, she was a hormonally pregnant woman, she didn't wait for anyone.

This was going to be a long afternoon.

[***]

Bulma remained there a little longer, about twenty minutes after Yamcha had left, she was tired, and felt alone. Though they had parted amicably, she could tell that he was upset, though not with her, but with himself and Vegeta. The two of them had a few flair ups, as he didn't believe that he wasn't the father. She was far too developed, for him not to be, but she told him she had been to the doctor, and she knew her cycle.

She brought her hands over her stomach, as she thought about her baby. She wasn't sure what she should do. Raising a child alone was hard work but she didn't need help. It could be done by her, she'd seen people with far less means raise children. She sighed, perhaps at least talking with Yamcha had given her some closure.

She didn't want to get back together with him. Things were way to weird for that, and he'd probably end up cheating on her anyway. If history had taught her anything, she knew that was a guaranteed possibility. She would face this on her own.

Though Bulma wasn't sure of any future, after all the world was supposed to be destroyed by the androids. Everyone except for Gohan was going to die in a battle. She would be all alone, though now she would have a son, a baby to raise up in that world all alone.

Bulma took a breath as she got up from her seat and went to her car. Her feet and back were starting to hurt and she wanted to get home soon.

She slipped open the door and got inside the car, she flipped open her phone and sent her mother a quick text to let her know she would heading home a little late. She just wanted some fresh air. Pulling back, with a quick rev of the engine she sped off, her body relaxing as she got back on the highway and drove. Her heartbeat picking up as she felt her body, or more than likely her son soothing her. She got off to a strip of open road outside the city and just let her foot hit the floor.

She let the top of the car slide down, her hat sitting on the floor beside her as she just drove. Her body needed this, and she was grateful to just be alone, nothing but the roar of her engine and the wind in her hair.

She wasn't sure how long she had been driving but her stomach finally grumbled, she hadn't really eaten that much and right now she needed something to eat. She pushed down on the accelerator once again and shot back home.

As she pulled into the driveway, the sun beginnings its slow descent down from the clouds. Parking it in the garage she made her way inside. As soon as she stepped inside, her mother came over to her, looking excited. She had a smile on her face and a drink in her hand.

It was hugs and how are yours the second she was next to her, she had been a little worried when she called about not being back right away. She thought things hadn't gone that well, but now that she was back home she was relieved.

Bulma rested against her mom as they came back over towards the table she, had a spread already prepared. She sat down and began eating, it was a little rude but her baby didn't care.

After a few minutes of eating her mother poured her another long iced-tea as she blinked for second as if remembering something.

"Oh, honey I have some great news!"

Bulma raised her head up, as her mother went and grabbed a small note from the fridge. She still used it as her memory device and not her phone.

She slipped a piece of paper off the wall and set it down beside her.

Message: Received;

Woman… I will see you soon.

Message Over:

She had forgotten to give it to her daughter as she had been resting, she had been so forgetful about giving her the note.

"I know you must be excited, Vegeta will be home soon!" Bunny said giggling as her daughter's fork clattered against the counter top.

"W-What? Do you mean?" There was absolutely no way! She had the barrier set for almost six months before it would release him, how could he have gotten through it after only one?

"When would he be here?" She had to know, her heart began to pound in her chest.

" I don't know exactly," Mrs. Briefs tapped her chin with her finger. "Oh!" She exclaimed remembering. "Your father said it would be about a week."

Bulma looked back over the note on the table. She glanced over the received date, it had been almost a week! Did that mean Vegeta was going to be here today?

"Oh you must be so excited to have him back around the house." Bunny exclaimed wrapping her arms around her daughter. She took her tension as just shock and surprise.

Bulma's mask didn't crack as she processed her information, it didn't make sense. She shook her head slightly, why did he send her a message? Why would he announce his return home?

Her options though dried up as she could only lose in this situation.

She couldn't run from this situation, and neither could she fight him.

[***]

Bulma was sitting in the living room, the message from Vegeta resting on the table. The more that time ticked by the more anxious she became. There was no escaping this situation. Vegeta was going to be coming to see her.

He was playing a game with her.

He knew that he was setting her up, she would have to face him now. Running from this wasn't the way she dealt with her problems. She couldn't allow other people to get hurt, this had been caused by her, so it would be dealt with by her.

Life was totally unfair.

Phoenix was standing by the door observing Vegeta as he sat in the chair of the capsule ship. He didn't like the earthling design. Although the room it provided had been exactly what they needed for fitting all the devices needed for the journey.

He didn't think often; perhaps because he had never needed to. Vegeta's mate had confused him, but many things about saiyans and their actions confused him. When he originally had cared for Veneta for the years where they were apart he did not understand why Vegeta wished for her to be happy. Their might have been and emptiness in Vegeta when he found her, as if he realized there had been a piece of him that was missing or lost. For once, he imagined the prince felt empty.

Now, Vegeta had a mate and a son, this only made the situation less understandable.

Vegeta had yet to say anything about his son, but he doubted that Vegeta's honor would let him simply let go of his son. There were no other mates, it was his blood, and blood was the thickest ties for a saiyan.

The child was his mates, his life linked to hers, and through that he was attached to both of them. It would also be a reminder to him, that he was the last of his pure race.

Phoenix made no questions towards what he had to do with Veneta. He, had merely done what he was told. Vegeta might have seemed cold towards her, but it was because of her fragile being. Building her up too much would bring her body crashing down, fate demonstrated that effect for him.

"Phoenix."

He shifted his head slightly at the mention of his name, he glanced down at Vegeta.

"Yes, my prince?"

He maintained civility, respect, and duty to Vegeta. He'd been the only one in many years to do so. When others looked at him as just a machine, a forgotten relic, Vegeta never did.

"How much longer?"

Phoenix reached over to do some calculations. "Not too much longer several hours."

Vegeta waved off any further duties with a gesture before tapping his hand on the chair's armrest.

He had been patient, the woman believed that the barrier could hold him? True if he was not a super-saiyan, he might have broken it so easily. The woman believed that she could walk away from him, take his son and that would be the end of it?

Perhaps the reason for his restlessness because she thought to get the better of him. He still had enemies in this universe, and she had very little protection from him. Especially considering the planet and life she lived.

The moment she made up her mind, to leave and take everything and flee from him he knew they would have to have a serious face to face conversation. He wasn't omniscient, but he knew that anyone who could follow his ki with tracking devices could know where he had been, and the sole ki signature that had left in a section of space where he was last known. He had Phoenix monitoring the local networks, and information sources for any information relating to him.

Vegeta did not have money, well not a great deal of it by comparison to others, but he held power. A power that made most still fear him, but there were always other elements, whenever one believed that his foes were gone, that a person would strike.

Vegeta had been patient for over a month, locked away from her and it was driving him mad. He had conquered his Oozaru, or he believed so. He wasn't going to ruin this, but if she did not listen to his reasons and try and push his buttons again he might have to teach her lesson.

He was interrupted by a small tug on his gloved hand. He turned his head and looked down at her. Her soft black eyes, unkempt mane of black hair and tail that hung around her waist. She bowed her head politely as if she was being a bother.

"Lord Vegeta, may I prepare dinner."

Vegeta smirked, "Of course," his hand reaching over to gently caress her hair in approval. She was still loyal and perfect. "Veneta"

A/N: I told you someone was having a reunion *Evil smirk*

R&R

MB