A/N: I know that it's been a really long time since I've written in this. I've had a busy summer. Was up in Alaska with my parents working on their fishing boat. Which was interesting as I'm now 23 weeks pregnant and being sea-sick AND morning-sick wasn't the greatest thing in the world. But I'm living, thriving actually. Been trying to figure out how I'm going to write this chapter. I've had to go and re-read the whole story (and admit to bursting out into tears at the really sweet stuff, damned horomones)

She woke to find the sun streaming in through the window and a sleep heavy arm thrown over her chest, just under her breasts. It took her a minute to realize that the arm belonged to in fact Vegeta, and she now understood the reason as to why her body was cramped in places she didn't know she had. His leg was draped over her thighs, arm slung over her chest while her own legs were tangled around his. A throbbing in her shoulder told her that it could be a very painful process trying to get up. The only thing that she could do was wake Vegeta and get him to untangle himself from her limbs.

"Hey..." She whispered, nudging his inner thigh with a knee.

"Ugn..." He moaned and moved closer to her, face burying itself in her blue hair.

"Vegeta."

He still didn't move and she chewed on the inside of her cheek, hopefully thinking of a way to wake him without being overly cruel to the sleeping man. "Vegeta. Quit being such a sissy-bitch and wake the fuck up. I can't feel anything and you're squishing my boobs."

This caught his attention. Dark eyes struggled to open and the first thing he saw when waking was the abundance of red curls that smelled like coconuts. He thought he was dreaming, and if he was, he didn't want to wake from it. And then Bulma moved against him and he sat upright, causing her to let out a pained yelp and winced visibily as he looked down to his pregnant girlfriend. Her lip was healing, the black eye near non-exsistant and the cracked rib? She hadn't complained about it at all. Not that he knew it still pained her like there was no tomorrow. Bulma knew better then to complain in front of him. "G'morning." He yawned, stretching the best that he could on the cramped bed.

"Listen. I don't want to sound like a complete bitch but could you please remove yourself from me? I'm disustingly uncomfortable and I've got cramps in places I didn't know exsisted."

"Oh. Shit. Yeah. Right. Sorry." He quickly set about tugging legs from hers and removing his arms from around her torso and stood up out of bed, looking down at Bulma as she rolled over gently, careful not to hurt her already throbbing shoulder. It felt good to lay on her back and she took the time to stretch lazily, toes pointing towards the wall, back arching just slightly. "I'll go and get your mom, let everyone know that you're awake."

And he was true to his word. She watched him as he left, curling over onto her side again so she could stare out the window. "Bulma!" Her father whispered as he walked in, trailed by her mother, Vegeta, his parents, and his sister.

"Daddy." She whimpered and burst into tears. She couldn't help it. Seeing her parents filled a need in her that she had tried to replace with Vegeta and her daughter. But there were times when she needed nothing more then her parents beside her. She took her father's hand and pulled it under her cheek, trying to get the tears to stop flowing from her eyes.

"Oh honey. It's alright. I'll fix everything..." He said softly, stroking her hair.

"You...you can't fix this one daddy. I've got to do it myself. It wans't Jade. At least not all of it was Jade. There's a lot more here then what I thought. There's something the matter with Cara, or I'm just seeing her true personality at this point in time."

"Oh Blue." Her mother sighed, walking over to sit on the other side of her daughter's bed, placing a hand on her shoulder. "It's not your fault. We could see some of the evil in Cara, but we just thought that it was horomones. Teenage things. We never thought that it would turn out like this. If I had the faintest notion that she could pull something like this of,f believe me Kiddo, she wouldn't be around right now."

Lilian touched her son's shoulder and tilted her head towards the door, silently letting him know that this was a family thing and that they weren't to get involved in this matter. He nodded and slowly turned and let himself out of the room, followed by his parents. He wanted nothing more then to be with Bulma, to let her know that he was with her no matter what happens. He knew that the police would be poking around soon enough and didn't want to be here for it, but moral obligations rooted him to the spot.

It wans't very often that a famous painter went and killed someone, other then themselves, and the media was going to get wind of this sooner rather then later as well. Bulma's life was about to get a little more then complicated. He needed to protect her from this the best that he could. Keisha stood at the end of the hallway, a foot resting against the wall, head down so he walked over to his sister and pulled her into his arms.

"Hey. Don't you get all emotional on me too you here?" He teased, resting his chin on top of her head.

"It's just... oh fuck Vegeta. I've gone and fucked up so many lives and when I think that I've finally gotten myself out of the mess I got myself into in the first place, it turns out that I was horribly wrong. I'm glad that Jade's dead, but I'm not sure if my, issues, will die with him."

"Don't worry about it. We'll figure something out. Plus, it's my turf that they're treading on now. I'll show those big boys just what it feels like to get the shit kicked out of them."

Keisha covered up a sniff with a laugh and hugged her older sibling. "Vegeta...nothing's ever going to be the same again is it?"

He laughed a bitter sounding laugh. "Not at all."

"I mean, you've got children. A steady girlfriend. Soon you'll be working at...something. You've got life."

"You've got mom and dad, me, school, friends. You're still a baby Keisha. Lay off yourself for a little while remember how to be a kid and you'll be fine."

She shook her head but didn't say anything for a few minutes. "Vegeta?" She whispered after the long silence.

"Yes?"

"Are you going to marry Bulma?"

"You bet your ass I am."

"Does she know this?"

Vegeta laughed, this time actually meaning it. "I don't think so. I mean, I know she thinks that I'll ask her, some form of obligation to her for getting her pregnant...but that's not what I want. I want to let her know that I mean it.. and she won't believe me until all of this shit is fucking sorted out."

Keisha nodded for a moment and then chewed on her lip. "You're going to have to do something disgustingly amazing to make her believe you, you understand this right?"

"I know. That woman's one tough cookie to please."

Keisha shook her head. "Actually...I think I have an idea." She wiggled out of the steel arms around her and walked to a small cluster of chairs and sat beside her mother, taking her hand and holding tightly. Vegeta followed, curious.

And they spent the next few hours discussing, as a family, how it would be best to get Bulma to say yes to the most important question in the world.

I know that it's short, but I'm sorry. It's been too long since I've written in this so it's a bit odd to just jump into it once again. I promise though that the next chapter will be better! I promise! And it shouldn't be that long. I know I can write whenever I want too now, so I'll start working on the next one as soon as I can! This was written in WordPad. Forgive for all the spelling errors!