It's me! A little late I know, I'm sorry. I'm trying to update equally both stories, and with the short amount of time I have for writing, it is quite hard, but I'm not giving up on neither story, so you have to give me some time. Surely this one will be updated a little faster when I'm done with the Secret Blue Tail, which is in one chapter and an epilogue. Anyhow, this story is also close to its end. Well, not close as in two chapters, but you know around 10ish chapters. Maybe a little less.
Well, I guess that's it for now! Time for the chapter!
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Love is the Most Difficult to Satisfy
Chapter 25: Prevention equals Pain
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Bulma was sitting in her bubble bath, breathing hard. Yes, this was just normal, she was not stressed. She was doing this for normal relaxation. No, actually, she was trying to calm herself a little. Right now she was having bad cramps. Although, they didn't feel like the ones she would have when Trunks was having fun inside of her stomach. This was different, although less painful. It was worrying Bulma. There was no way she was close to giving birth right? She was only 7 months pregnant. Nobody has their baby two months early!
Alright, that was lie.
People did give birth early, but not her.
Not her.
It was a saiyan. Saiyans couldn't be born premature. They wouldn't be weak, and fragile or anything of the sort. Nope, she wasn't in labor. There was no freaking way this was happening to her right now, at this moment. This was simply her mind acting up on her, and making her think crazy things. Yes, everything was perfectly fine. As another cramp hit her, Bulma felt her heart racing inside of her chest. That was perfectly normal too. Trunks was probably just moving inside of her, and he was just trying out different angles.
It was nothing.
But wait, what if labor was going to be different for her? What if carrying a half saiyan made things different for her? Bulma's heart beat increased once more, and so did her breathing rate. She wanted to be calm, but she just couldn't. Her mind was racing as she licked her dry lips. Now that she had put doubts into her mind, nothing was sure anymore. She could be in freaking labor right now. And, who was home? Nobody. Her dad was gone at some meetings, and her mother was off somewhere. Bulma wasn't really keeping track.
She could in her bath right now, by herself, maybe giving birth. It was enough to make her heart stop.
Well, she wasn't exactly by herself. Vegeta was in the house, somewhere. Maybe in the gravity room, but it wasn't like he would rush to her side right? Plus, what if she wasn't in labor, and he did come? Then, he would just insult her, and then leave. Because, maybe this whole thing was stupid. But then, another thought hit her. What if she was in labor, and what if she did call for Vegeta? Would he really come? What did this mean to him? Maybe Vegeta wouldn't care she was about to give birth to his son. What in the world did it matter to him? He made it pretty clear so far, it was nowhere near his priorities.
Maybe it was worth a try?
Bulma breathe heavily. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it wasn't worth finding out what Vegeta would do. His reaction could bring nothing good, especially considering her current state of mind. But then, when another cramp hit Bulma, she found herself clueless in front of the situation. She had her pride, but this had nothing to do with her pride; her child might be close to being born. Bulma put her hand on her stomach. "Why are you doing this to mommy?" she asked her belly.
Her pride would be hurt if Vegeta didn't come. What if she called him once? Only once. If he didn't come, that meant either he didn't hear, or he didn't care. At least she would have a 50% chance to not have her feelings hurt right? Bulma sighed; would she really do it? Maybe she was too far in the first place for him to hear her. Maybe she could try to get out of the bath by herself?
Bulma put her hands on the side of the bath, and tried to lift her body, but it was hopeless as she barely moved. She was so nervous right now that her arms were shaky, and weren't providing the necessary support to lift her huge belly up. If she didn't calm herself down, she would be stuck in this bath. She breathe a couple of times, but it didn't seem to do much. She was too nervous. She already couldn't get up from the ground or the couch when she was calm and collected. Right now, she had no chance.
She closed her eyes, and got herself ready to call Vegeta. She would yell once, very loud. Now. "VEGETA!"
Bulma bit her bottom lip, as her eyes remained closed. That was it, she wasn't going to call him again. If he wasn't there in the next few seconds, that meant he wasn't going to come. He was fast, he should have already been there by now, if he was going to come. Yes, he would be there by now. He should be there by now. Where the fuck was he?
He wasn't coming.
Then, another cramp hit Bulma, and she winced in pain.
Maybe she could try calling him one more time?
"VEGETA YOU ASSHOLE!" screamed Bulma, this time a little more angry.
There was no way this jerk could leave her by herself in this situation. What if she was giving birth? He would just not care about her? What an asshole, an heartless asshole. Right now, she wanted nothing more than choke him to death.
He still wasn't there.
Bulma sighed heavily. She should have known better than that. She should have known she couldn't rely on something like Vegeta to come help her in a desperate situation. For the first time in the last ten minutes, she let herself relax in the bath. That was it, if she was in labor, she wasn't going to give birth to Trunks in this stupid bubbles bath. What was the idea in the first place to take a stupid bath? Why did she need to relax? She was freaking FINE, she didn't need any type of relaxation. Stupid bath.
Bulma closed her eyes, and half sank her body in the water, trying to calm herself. This was the only thing she could do, if she was too nervous, nothing would get done. She started to take deep breathes once more, as she tried to wrap her mind around relaxation. She could do this. She didn't need anyone. If she was going to be stuck in that bath, she would give birth in the water. Some people did that right? Some women gave birth in the water, she could do it too. There was nothing wrong with water birth.
She opened her eyes slowly, and turned her head to the side. There was a hand resting on the side of the bath. Wait, that wasn't her hand. Bulma's eyes opened wide, and she backed away slightly. Then, she looked up to see Vegeta looking down at her, anger more than obvious on his face. He was shirtless, and he had sweat dripping down his face, and down his well-sculpted, toned, sexy chest. It was more than obvious he had been training. Oh yeah, he had been very busy working out that sturdy body of his.
He needed a bath too, he could take one with her.
Oh kami.
She did not just think that. She was maybe in labor, and she was only thinking about having sex with Vegeta? What in the world was wrong with her? She had other things to focus on right now! More important things! GET VEGETA OUT OF YOUR MIND, yelled Bulma to herself. In silent, of course.
"Woman, you better be dying," said Vegeta, his face frowned.
Bulma bit her bottom lip. Yes, she had apparently interrupted his training, and he wasn't too happy about it. Well, now that he was here, she might as well blurted out. "I think I'm in labor," she said in one breath.
Vegeta looked at her, without blinking, which crept her out. She might be in labor? Now? He didn't care. He was training, and she interrupted his training for this? It didn't matter that she was in labor. What did she want from him? What did she expect him to do? And...
Why did she have to be in her bath? Naked, and wet. The bubbles were barely coming high enough to cover her breasts, and her hair were in a messy bun, half wet. Her bottom lip was slightly swollen since she had been biting it. And why was he thinking about that now?
"And what does this have to do with me?"
At that moment, Bulma lost it slightly. Just slightly. She raised her wet hand from the water, and slapped Vegeta across the cheek. His face didn't hurt, but her hand stung a little. Probably because his skin was hard as rock. When she looked at his expression, she realized it might have been a good idea to not do that. His expression was deadly, and she could see the word murder in his eyes.
Well, now, how was she going to play that one off? Wait a second. She didn't have to play this off, there was nothing wrong with that she did. Because, she had done it for a reason. Because this had something to do with him, that he liked it or not. She sighed heavily; slapping him wasn't the way to get him to cooperate. "I'm stuck," she said, answering his question. "I can't get out."
Vegeta's eyes were now closed, as he was trying to keep his calm. She slapped him, and then expects him to help her out? No way in fucking hell. Vegeta completely stood up, and then glared at Bulma. She sort of understood that he wasn't going to help her up. She closed her eyes, in anger. Although, she was mad at herself. Even though Vegeta was an asshole, she knew better than slapping him. Especially if she wanted something from him. Plus, it was kind of unfair that she raised her hand at him, when he, who could easily kill her, had never done it.
Vegeta looked at her one more time before turning around, getting ready to walk out of the bathroom. But, when he reached the door, he stopped, and slightly turned his head to the side before sighing heavily. "Woman, you're not in labor. You just can't handle pain."
Bulma immediately turned her head in his direction, feeling somewhat relieved. "When it comes, you won't think you're in labor, you'll know." Those were the last words he said before walking out of the room.
Bulma sighed in relief, before letting a realization hit her. Wait a minute, from the way he said it, he meant she was going to feel an extreme pain during labor. Well, that was just fucking great! She was now fearing labor even more than she did a few minutes ago. She put her hands on her stomach, and rubbed her belly slightly.
"Try not to hurt mommy too much," said Bulma to Trunks.
Hopefully, he could understand her. Then, Bulma turned her head in direction of the door, and sighed heavily. It was actually nice of Vegeta to warn her. Sure, he left her in the bath, but he took the time to tell her she wasn't in labor. Coming from Vegeta, that actually a sweet gesture. And, he didn't even choke her to death for slapping him. Surely, they were making some progress here.
Right?
-L-
The nerve of that woman.
She slapped him? Who the fuck did she think she was? Vegeta punched the wall inside of the Gravity Room once more. He wanted to wreck this thing, he wanted to wreck everything because of her. Honestly, nobody angered him more than her. Not even Kakarot. Sometimes, she just made him lose his fucking mind. Why didn't he do anything to her? But, there was another question bothering him though. Why in the world did he come? Why did he come when she called him? He was training, which is his priority.
Why did he drop his training, and ran to the bathroom?
Why did it matter that she sounded helpless, almost in danger?
Why did was the baby the first thing that popped in his mind?
Why did he fucking go, and why did he freeze when she mentioned the word labor? Of course, he sort of knew from the start she wasn't in labor. He had seen saiyans women been in an extreme amount of pain during labor, so considering the fact she was human, she would really feel it. Labor wasn't going to be a pleasant experience for her. Not that he care. Maybe a little bit of pain would help her think her decisions through next time around. It would be a good lesson. And he was probably not even going to be there.
Well, he would probably be on Earth, but he wouldn't be by her side. Why would he be there? He wasn't going to bring her comfort or anything like that. It wasn't any of his business or concern how the labor was going to go. Heck, he probably wouldn't know about it until he would see her with the baby. Well, technically, he would feel it in her ki, but that didn't matter. He wasn't going to look for a change in her ki. He would remain in his own business until she would come bother him with the news.
But then what?
What would happen when she bring the baby home? What was she expecting? Because Vegeta could feel the baby's ki grow everyday, and he knew her due date was growing closer by the second. That was actually why he ran there. It crossed his mind, that she might be in labor. He wouldn't have been surprised if she had been right. Although, that still didn't explain why he ran there. He shouldn't care about it. Yet, no matter how many times he said that, he acted like a complete fool every time.
He hit his head hard against the wall. He had to get back on his schedule, and stop thinking about this damn woman and her child. Vegeta looked down at his body; he was covered in cuts, and sweat. Maybe he needed a shower. Of course, thinking about that only brought in his mind the picture of Bulma sitting in her bath, her soft skin wet, her mouth slightly open, ready for him to...
No.
He wasn't going down that road. Maybe he did need a shower, a cold one. Vegeta moved in head away from the wall, before walking in direction of the door. He better not walk in Bulma out there, because his anger towards her was still there. She was lucky he didn't hit her back. Maybe he should have, this was showing him as weak. But, then, there was one question, why didn't he?
Anyone else would have shown such a lack of respect towards him, he would have killed them without even hesitating. Yet, her, he just warned her and walked off, this was so unlike him. What the fuck was so different about her? Nothing. She shouldn't deserve a special treatment. He didn't do special treatment. He killed many innocent people in the past who had done nothing wrong. She had done everything wrong. So why couldn't he treat her like the rest of them? Nothing made her so god damn special.
Vegeta was walking down the hall, thoughts of Bulma never leaving him. Damn woman. He really needed to get her off his mind. When he finally reached his room, he came in, and immediately got undressed. That shower sounded better by the second. A very cold icy one. That should clear his mind of any matter that was bothering him. Especially her. Vegeta turned on the shower, and immediately felt the icy water run down his body. That ought to bring him back to his freaking senses. This what he needed.
This had nothing to do with a bubble bath. Maybe she had the time to relax, but he didn't. Vegeta lifted his eyes slightly, and stared at the shower wall right in front of him. That was where he had made his second mistake. That was where he let his feelings, his hormones get the best of him, and he enjoyed Bulma again. So much for getting her out of his mind. Everything in this goddamn house reminded him of her.
Suddenly, the idea of a shower didn't sound so appealing anymore. Vegeta shut the shower off, and walked out of the washroom, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. That was when he felt it. Bulma was sitting on his bed. What the fuck was she doing in his room? She knew better than to walk in uninvited. That damn woman thought she could just walk in wherever she wanted. He thought she would have avoided him a lot more than that, especially considering what happened earlier.
Vegeta opened the door, to find like he had expected, Bulma sitting on his bed, staring at the door. Her belly was really huge, Vegeta never really noticed the expansion, but lately, she had been so much around him, that it was hard to miss. When she heard the door open, she turned her head in direction of Vegeta. She was biting her bottom lip, which had became a bad habit of hers, and looking straight at him.
He pretended she wasn't even there, and walked in direction of his drawers. Bulma semi nodded her head, since she had expected his reaction. After taking a deep breathe, she got up, and walked in his direction. She gently put her hand on his arm trying to get his attention. Vegeta still refused to look at her. She was trying to get on his nerve? He sighed heavily, letting her know his patience had limits, and that she was dangerously playing on the boundaries of it.
Bulma didn't like doing this. She had a pride, and she was stubborn. Although, she really did feel bad, because even though Vegeta was a jackass, he hadn't hit her. He had actually been somewhat nice, well Vegeta's version of nice. She closed her eyes, and mentally prepared herself.
"I wanted to apologize."
That almost surprised Vegeta. He knew Bulma, and she wasn't one to back track on her words, or actions. Not that it meant anything to him, he didn't care about her apology, or nothing related to her. He kept on not looking at her, and got a pair of short out of his drawer. He backed away from her, and removed his towel, which caused a total brain freezing to Bulma. Now she had to focus? Not that she couldn't, but... well it was kind of hard now.
Not that seeing Vegeta naked was making her speechless. She had seen him naked many times, there was nothing impressive there. Alright, so what if she was still somewhat amazed to see him naked? It wasn't her fault he had a nice body. But wait, she wasn't here for that. He was doing this on purpose, he was trying to distract her! Well, it wouldn't work. Well, maybe she could just glance for a few seconds and just... NO, she would not let him win. She wouldn't look at his firm round ass. Oh kami, she was looking.
"I shouldn't have reacted that way," she added, before closing her lips tightly together. She hated apologies, and she didn't like to look so vulnerable.
Then, he turned around.
Look up, she had to look up. But down was so interesting. Goddamn it. Go to hell Vegeta, she thought, her eyes closed. Come on, she wasn't a teenager anymore, she could control this, she was better than this. She just had to take a deep breathe, and get it over with. The sooner this was done, the sooner she could get the fuck out of here.
"Look, I'm apologizing, if you don't care, there's nothing I can do about it."
She had to tell him. When Vegeta just stared at her, while being completely naked, Bulma understood that he didn't care, and she needed to get out of his room. Well, technically her room, but she wouldn't get on that matter right now. She nodded, letting him know she understood he wouldn't say anything to her, before walking out of the room. It wasn't really hard to tell that it was very difficult for her to do, but she had her pride.
There wouldn't be a next time between them. Well, unless he really wanted it. And if he came to her. Even then, she could totally resist him.
Oh, who was she kidding?
-L-
Mr. Briefs was in the living room, reading a scientific magazine. Actually, he wasn't getting that much reading done, since Bulma was on his mind a lot. Unlike his wife he noticed what was going on between Bulma and Vegeta, and he couldn't say he liked it. Obviously this relationship they had was more destructive than anything else. He couldn't picture Vegeta has a family man, but he could see in Bulma's eyes that sometimes she wished for that. How could he tell her she had the wrong idea?
It hurt him to see his daughter like this. Of course, Bulma didn't seem sad or anything, and he believed she was truly happy about the baby and everything, but he had wished for something else for his daughter. A family, a real one. Of course, he wouldn't say anything because he knew better than getting involved in Bulma's business, but still. He couldn't help but watched from far. She was still his baby girl, and he wouldn't want to see her have her heart broken again. She invested herself so much in her erm projects.
Then all the sudden, a heavy metal object fell on the ground. Immediately, he turned his head in direction of the noise, only to find his very pregnant daughter, trying to lift some ship parts by herself. Right away, he ran to her side, and helped her with the parts she had in her hands.
"Thanks Dad," said Bulma before picking up the part she dropped. Honestly, what was she thinking? With all the extra weight she had at the front, it was kind of hard for her to keep her balance. Oh well, she had always been stubborn.
Mr. Briefs couldn't help but have a very worried look on his face as he looked at his daughter. What was she doing with this? She wasn't really planning on starting any invention now was she? She was 7 months pregnant for crying out loud! He wouldn't let her jeopardize herself, and the baby like that! Sometimes Bulma had her mind too wrapped up around her work, and was completely oblivious to the rest.
"Bulma, what are you doing with this?" he asked, his tone very concerned.
Bulma sighed heavily. It was to expect of her father to worry like this, but she had kind of hoped he would have stayed out of this one. "Nothing, I'm just fixing some stuffs you know," she answered, trying to remain as vague as possible.
Mr. Briefs looked at her with his you really think I'm going to believe that look. He sighed heavily before shaking his head slightly. "Bulma, you shouldn't start any project right now, you're not in any state to do that."
"Look, Dad, I swear, I just wanna fix something. It won't take me too long. Please, just trust me on this one." She couldn't possibly tell him the real reason, or why she was doing this. Although, it was important, she was just trying to save herself some pain.
Mr. Brief could see the desperate look in Bulma's eyes, and despite what his instincts were screaming at him, he nodded. "Promise you'll be careful," he asked Bulma. It wouldn't really ease his worries, but it was better than nothing.
Bulma immediately smiled. "I promise Dad!"
Before Bulma could even pick up the rest of the part, her father took them all, and started to walk in direction of the laboratory. Bulma smiled, and walked right behind him. Hopefully, he would leave once he got her all set up. As soon as they reached the table downstairs, Mr. Briefs put everything down, and then walked over the communication board. He set up everything, and then turned around to look at his daughter.
"If anything happens, you contact me immediately."
Bulma nodded, before putting her hands on her father's back. "I'll be just fine dad, now go."
Although, he didn't like the ideal of leaving his daughter by herself, Mr. Briefs nodded, before walking in direction of the door. She would be just fine right? She wasn't one to take crazy risks, well, she was, but not in her situation. She knew better than that. Bulma was just going to fix something right? He sighed to himself before leaving his daughter by herself. She would be fine, or at least, he would have to keep telling himself that.
Bulma was relieved when her father finally left the room. He really didn't need to be there for what she was about to do. It could seem quite destructive, but really, she was doing this for herself. Bulma knew that with Vegeta she had to get herself ready for everything, and it was precisely what she was going to do. When he came back from his last trip to space, Vegeta damaged the ship at lot, and now, it was barely still working.
She had decided that it would be best for everyone if she just fixed it for him. After all, she wasn't sure Vegeta would be around when the baby would be born, and if he wanted to leave slightly after that, and there was no ship, someone would have to fix it. She wasn't sure she could handle taking care of Trunks, and helping Vegeta leave. It would be best to just have a ship ready for him, so that anytime he wanted to leave, he wouldn't need to let anyone know. He could just take off.
That would save her some pain. It wasn't like he didn't leave before, so she was kind of expecting him to do it again. Plus, it wasn't like he showed any signs that he would take care of Trunks with her. But, all of that didn't matter. She just needed to work on the ship right now. Plus, it wasn't too hard or tiring, so she would be able to do it on her own. Bulma picked up the first part of the ship, and her tool box before walking in direction of the ship. Surely she would be able to get this done before Trunks' birth. It wouldn't even take her a month to fix it. There was absolutely no problem there.
Meanwhile, with Vegeta
Vegeta was in the Gravity Room, training. As soon as Bulma had left the room, that was where he ran too. What had she expected from him? He was pretty sure Bulma knew him better than that. He didn't care if she apologize, nothing matter. It didn't mean anything to him, and her slap had long been forgotten. It's not like she had hurt him or anything. What did she think his feelings had been hurt or something? As f. She should have just considered herself lucky, he didn't reply, and that she still had her life.
At least now, he knew he wouldn't be bothered by her for a while since she was in the lab. She probably had some projects to work on, which would keep her busy for hours. Although, it was strange since her father had forbidden her to go to the lab ever since she was advanced in her pregnancy. Why would he change his mind all of the sudden? What was she working on that could be so important that he allowed her in the lab? Plus, lately she had no interest in invention or the lab, so why the sudden jump?
Wait, it didn't matter what she was doing. It was none of his concern. But then again, why couldn't he stop thinking about it? Why couldn't he stop thinking about her? She had been on his mind a lot lately, and the child too. Vegeta could feel the birth coming, and he was slightly confused. What would happen after that? He needed to train, he didn't need extra distraction. It was his son yes, but he needed to train.
He wasn't sure if he was going to stay, or leave. He didn't care how it would look if he left, that didn't matter to him, but there was still that hesitation. It was his son. But, that shouldn't matter because he had to achieve the super saiyan level. If he didn't then, maybe what that kid from the future said could become true. What if he did die? No he couldn't die, he wouldn't die. He already did once at the hands of Frieza, and it wouldn't happen again. Nobody would take his life again. He had to be stronger this time. He refused to fail where someone else would succeed.
That was why, maybe, he needed to leave. All of the sudden, Vegeta was brought out of his thoughts by a cold chill running down his spine. What the fuck was that? He was getting a bad feeling. Something was going to happen. He sighed heavily, before grabbing his towel on the ground, and putting it around his neck. His training was fucking ruined. He needed to find out why he was getting this bad feeling.
Meanwhile with Bulma
Bulma wiped away the sweat that was on her forehead, before sitting down on the floor. It was hot in there. Her head had been stuck in the ship motors for 20 minutes now, and she needed some fresh air. Honestly, how did Vegeta manage to mess up this ship so much? What was he doing out there? She sighed heavily before dropping her tools down on the ground. She needed a small break, so she walked over to the table to grab her bottle of water. She took a big sip out of it, before putting it down again. Well, that felt good.
She put her hand on her belly, and rubbed it slightly, like she often did lately. She was starting to get hungry, but she wanted to get some more work done before she left the lab. She could hold on an hour or two couldn't she? She sighed when she looked at the mess in front of her. She would need to work longer, and harder than she thought on the ship if she wanted to finish it before Trunks' birth. When she had begun doing this she had no idea the ship was so wrecked. It was as if Bulma was building it from the start.
Bulma walked over to the ship again, and grabbed her wrench. Time to remove the old engine. Once more, she buried her head inside the ship, trying to get to the engine. Well, this was giving her a hell of a work out, maybe she was working off those extra pounds. Then, all of the sudden, she felt a slight cramp. It looked like Trunks was having fun inside of her stomach.
"Is it because you're hungry?" she asked, her tone slightly amused.
When Bulma felt a hard kick, she smiled. "Well, just give me 5 more minutes. I just need to remove this engine."
Then, the kicking stopped, and Bulma's smile grew wider. It looked like Trunks could understand her, at least she knew he wasn't thick headed like someone else. Somehow that made her a little less worried that her son could be cooperative.
Meanwhile with Vegeta
Vegeta was now walking down the hall in direction of the kitchen. Why couldn't he chase that bad feeling he had? No actually, why did he care something bad was going to happen? It wasn't like he couldn't handle himself. Why had he stopped his training for that? Whatever came his way, he could more than easily destroy. Although he had a feeling that whatever was coming wouldn't involve a fight. Actually, it seemed to be involving her. He sighed heavily as he reached the kitchen. The only person in there was Mrs. Briefs, and she seemed perfectly fine.
As soon as she saw Vegeta, she smiled, and walked in his direction with a plate of brownies. "Vegeta are you hungry?" she asked with a big smile, and her eyes closed. Such a strong man needed to be fed! He couldn't keep up those huge muscles just with training, he needed much more than that.
Vegeta looked at her before looking at the food. He was hungry, yet he couldn't eat. This stupid feeling was bothering him, and he needed to find out what was causing it. Vegeta couldn't believe he was not only letting this run his training, but his appetite as well. He pushed the plate away from himself, before moving on to the next room. Mr. Briefs was in the living room, finishing the magazine he was reading earlier. He didn't seem to have anything wrong with him, which really left one person. The one he knew would get in trouble.
The one person, and one thing Vegeta had tried to ignore and push away. Bulma. Did this mean that his peace would be disturb until he checked up on her? He sighed heavily. It was worth a shot, and frankly, he was getting more annoyed by the second. He walked in direction of the lab, and slammed the door opened. That ought to attract her attention and let her know he was coming. As soon as he reached the lab, he saw Bulma bending down, her head inside the ship. What the hell was she working on?
It didn't take Bulma too long to realize someone was in the room with her. Immediately she stood up, only to noticed it was Vegeta. What the heck was he doing here, he wasn't supposed to come, and he wasn't supposed to see this.
"Woman, what are you doing?"
What should she say? The truth? Well, it wasn't like she had anything to hide right? She was fixing it so he could leave, what would be the problem to tell him to his face? He would probably enjoy the idea right? Then why did she feel so god damn nervous? "I'm fixing the ship."
Vegeta crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Why?" She seemed a little anxious about something, and he wanted to know why.
Bulma closed her eyes, and sighed heavily. "So you can leave whenever you want." As soon as she said those words, she couldn't help but look away. How could she tell him it didn't bother her if he was around? She simply couldn't. Bulma wouldn't force him to be around if he didn't want to. When she decided to keep Trunks, she made that decision knowing she would be on her own. But, she'd be lying if she said the thought of him staying in the vicinity didn't sound pleasing.
Vegeta wasn't quite sure what to make of her answer. Obviously she was fine with the idea of him leaving, but he wasn't sure what he wanted. Although, he had to admit, she was proud. No matter what she wanted, she was still fixing a ship so he could leave. He couldn't help but smirk slightly.
"Now, if you're done interrogating me, I'll go back to work."
Bulma turned around, ready to go back to work, when she felt a sharp pain inside of her. Although, this time, it was different. It was painful, very painful. It was sending jolt of pain throughout her whole body. Bulma immediately put her hands on her stomach, and dropped down on her knees, the harsh cold floor scraping them. Immediately she tried to find a grip somewhere, as she started to grunt. It felt like her whole inside were on fire, and her blood was heating up. She closed her lips together tightly, as she desperately tried to get back on her feet.
As Bulma put her hand down on the ground, she felt something wet under her palm. She lifted her hand and could see some weird water under her. She couldn't help the small scream of pain that came out of her mouth as another sharp pain went through her body. As she moved her hand around for support again, she felt skin. Bulma turned her head slightly and saw Vegeta sitting right beside her.
She couldn't read any type of emotions on his face, but he was there, and her hand was resting on his shoulder as she took a firm grip on his skin when another pain came along. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, as she felt like she was about to die. This was what he meant by painful? This was past painful, this was death. Bulma wasn't even sure she could move right now, as everything was making her reach a new level of pain. Her head was filling dizzy, and without thinking, she went to rest it on Vegeta's chest, and he didn't move.
Although Bulma was in pain, she couldn't help but be slightly shocked. To her surprise, Vegeta was there.
No matter how she pictured this, he was never in the picture.
Yet, she was resting on him right now.
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Oh my god. I think that's the moment everyone has been waiting on isn't it? Lol, it has finally happened, our little Trunsky is coming! Who saw that one coming? Lol, alright everybody I know. Geeze, lol. :P Anyhow, I hoped you liked this chapter. The next story I'm updating is the secret blue tail, than this one. I will try to get the updates out as fast as I can, I promise! I'm working quite hard on it, trust me.
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Maddie xoxo.