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A/N: Just a idea of how Bulma and Vegeta grew up in a A/U. They're still the same. See as they come together and learn to love one another. With the Goku and Chi Chi get together thing. No Offense!
When we were young
Chapter 10: Looked Down Upon
Last time: Vegeta finnaly returns, he and Bulma make love! Awwww
*...* Mean thoughts
"..." Duh?
/.../ Mean a quote from a character that someone is thinking.
Enjoy!
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(Bulma's POV)
It was bound to happen, I mean we did it so often. But even though we're now in this predicament, I'm not ashamed. I told Vegeta just yesterday. His face, when I told him, he was shocked, his facial features the most still I've ever seen them, then he sported a smirk. He held me close to him, and I knew we would be alright, all until the reasurance left my being. He told me the truth of what was bound to happen. He sported the newspaper story tittle
'Underaged Prince and Girlfriend are with Child!'
He shivered more at what his father would do to him. Vegeta wasn't old enough to take the thrown, not until a year from now, after the birth of his son. Vegeta was strong enough though. I suggested that maybe I could get an abortion, he stroked my stomach and silenced any other suggestion I had with a kiss. Now we are in the throne room, he's about to tell his father, I stroke my stomach and sooth the mind of whoever's baking in my tummy as I think...
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"Well what is it brat? Speak up!" The King bellowed.
"I have some news for you father...my mate is with child" Vegeta said while on bended knee with his face pointing to the floor.
The King shot up, as did his surrounding advisors. Anyone near by could feel the King's power level spike up.
"I don't know where to unleash my furry first, you, the wench, or the brat"
Bulma shivered at the King's harsh words.
"Brat, your not even of age to kill me, let alone mate! You are still courting! And as for the whore and brat, they can be easily disposed of!"
"I disagree" Vegeta shouted. "I won't have any harm brought to my heir, nor to my woman, and in a years time, I see to it that there's a nice spot of my boot you'll be kissing as you die"
"Big words little prince. let's see you beat me. If you can't, the woman and the brat will be exterminated."
The King stormed out of the room, his advisors following behind him. Bulma kneeled down and hugged Vegeta's shoulders. She never saw the King so enraged, he was always nice to her, but this side of him scared her. She knew Vegeta was feeling bad right about now. He indeed did look up to his father, but he knew what he was doing now was right. He sighed and stood up. Bulma rubbed his back sympathetically.
~ 8 months later ~
Bulma's stomach swelled to a well rounded size. Bulma's friends took news of her pregnancy with love and open arms, as did Vegeta's friends, if you can call them that. Vegeta and his father never talked or looked each other in the eye. It would always be small chat, or planning things for the future. The King didn't show as much anger as he did disapointment and shame.
Vegeta felt it bad. Somedays, he would come hom in a fit of rage, cursing his father and Bulma. She'd cry, run, and Vegeta would come after her and apologize. Just as Vegeta predicted, the whole planet found out, the newspapers were exaderating everything a little to much! Would it have made a big diffrence if he mated and started a family after he became king? It would have, he would have been looked up to, not down upon.
Surprisingly Vegeta was a help towards Bulma and himself. If Bulma had a craving for food, or even sex, he wouldn't hesitate to give. Bulma was helping Vegeta get stronger by making a Gravity Machine that only she and Vegeta knew about. The gap between Vegeta and his father, only made Vegeta want to kill the king as soon as possible. Bulma's 9th month was nearing soon. With Bulma's ragign emotions, she couldn't walk down the street without hearing a praise for 'looking cute pregnant', a comment from someone Bulma's age, or the comments she'd hear from older people. They'd call her a whore, slut. She'd been spat on 3 times now. But Bulma wasn't phased at all, all she thought about was Vegeta and her baby.
~ big moment ~
Bulma was rubing her daily amount of cocoa butter on her stomach and hips. Vegeta just returned from his usual day of training. His strength was rising extrodaniarely. He was a smidge stronger than his father, but that mattered little, it wasn't about making a decent match out of his father, it was ending his hell, and ascending the throne.
"Why do you do that woman?"
"Rub my belly? Oh i'm rubbing cocoa butter on my stretch marks to reduce them"
"Whatever, It's not like I care what you look like"
Bulma rolled her eyes and sighed. Vegeta looked at Bulma when he heard her drop her bottle of cocoa butter. She was clutching her stomach and gasping. The lower half of her dress was damp and a puddle of fluid was surrounding her. He didn't have to be told what was going on. He cradled her to him and rushed blindedly to the royal medical ward. When he arrived, he made it very clear he did not want his father to be permitted inside, though his father could over power a few nurses and medical technicians, the fact of his father's anger towards not seeing his own grandchild was humorous.
Bulmaw as placed on the bed and was changed into a gown. She sat up and was given her epidural in her spine. She ignored the prick and was completely still. After that, she relaxed and reclined on the pillows. A female doctor came in and checked up on Bulma. The doctr told Vegeta it would be an hour or so till the baby was born. Vegeta dismissed himself and walked into his father.
"Not allowing me to see the brat was a useless attempt to anger me. Such childless antics are not good for a king, but I'll put you in your place."
"I'd like to see that old man!"
Vegeta returned back to the room and waitied by Bulma's side. It was useless to train, his father would wonder why he wasn't by Bulma's side, go looking for him, and discover his little secret. He meditated to pass the time.
He was brought out of his deep moment of meditation when Bulma dug her nails into his shoulder. He growled but she continued to harm his arm, making it bleed mildly. Bulma was sitting upright, with her legs in stirrups, people surrounding her, ready to bring the newest prince and king. Vegeta looked to Bulma's concentrated face. he admired her bravery.
~ 7 minutes later ~
Bulma was now resting against the pillows, weakling registering what was going on around her. Vegeta looked into theglass box holding his son. He smirked in pride. He never felt so proud. The child had a tuft of lilac/light purple hair. A cap was placed on his head to keep him warm. He was screaming his head off in the nude, his arms and legs flailing wildly. Vegeta reached his hand into a circular hole. His son's tail grasped around his wrist. Not even training or defeating his father mattered. This was the first time in a long time he felt pride and strength in his being.
I think there's 3 more chapters left till the very end....hmmmm....Trunks's cryign was actually resembling that of Goku's crying when he was a baby. Hey, I can imagine this! Next chapter will be very cool people!
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A/N: Just a idea of how Bulma and Vegeta grew up in a A/U. They're still the same. See as they come together and learn to love one another. With the Goku and Chi Chi get together thing. No Offense!
When we were young
Chapter 10: Looked Down Upon
Last time: Vegeta finnaly returns, he and Bulma make love! Awwww
*...* Mean thoughts
"..." Duh?
/.../ Mean a quote from a character that someone is thinking.
Enjoy!
~ ~ ~ ~
(Bulma's POV)
It was bound to happen, I mean we did it so often. But even though we're now in this predicament, I'm not ashamed. I told Vegeta just yesterday. His face, when I told him, he was shocked, his facial features the most still I've ever seen them, then he sported a smirk. He held me close to him, and I knew we would be alright, all until the reasurance left my being. He told me the truth of what was bound to happen. He sported the newspaper story tittle
'Underaged Prince and Girlfriend are with Child!'
He shivered more at what his father would do to him. Vegeta wasn't old enough to take the thrown, not until a year from now, after the birth of his son. Vegeta was strong enough though. I suggested that maybe I could get an abortion, he stroked my stomach and silenced any other suggestion I had with a kiss. Now we are in the throne room, he's about to tell his father, I stroke my stomach and sooth the mind of whoever's baking in my tummy as I think...
~~~~
"Well what is it brat? Speak up!" The King bellowed.
"I have some news for you father...my mate is with child" Vegeta said while on bended knee with his face pointing to the floor.
The King shot up, as did his surrounding advisors. Anyone near by could feel the King's power level spike up.
"I don't know where to unleash my furry first, you, the wench, or the brat"
Bulma shivered at the King's harsh words.
"Brat, your not even of age to kill me, let alone mate! You are still courting! And as for the whore and brat, they can be easily disposed of!"
"I disagree" Vegeta shouted. "I won't have any harm brought to my heir, nor to my woman, and in a years time, I see to it that there's a nice spot of my boot you'll be kissing as you die"
"Big words little prince. let's see you beat me. If you can't, the woman and the brat will be exterminated."
The King stormed out of the room, his advisors following behind him. Bulma kneeled down and hugged Vegeta's shoulders. She never saw the King so enraged, he was always nice to her, but this side of him scared her. She knew Vegeta was feeling bad right about now. He indeed did look up to his father, but he knew what he was doing now was right. He sighed and stood up. Bulma rubbed his back sympathetically.
~ 8 months later ~
Bulma's stomach swelled to a well rounded size. Bulma's friends took news of her pregnancy with love and open arms, as did Vegeta's friends, if you can call them that. Vegeta and his father never talked or looked each other in the eye. It would always be small chat, or planning things for the future. The King didn't show as much anger as he did disapointment and shame.
Vegeta felt it bad. Somedays, he would come hom in a fit of rage, cursing his father and Bulma. She'd cry, run, and Vegeta would come after her and apologize. Just as Vegeta predicted, the whole planet found out, the newspapers were exaderating everything a little to much! Would it have made a big diffrence if he mated and started a family after he became king? It would have, he would have been looked up to, not down upon.
Surprisingly Vegeta was a help towards Bulma and himself. If Bulma had a craving for food, or even sex, he wouldn't hesitate to give. Bulma was helping Vegeta get stronger by making a Gravity Machine that only she and Vegeta knew about. The gap between Vegeta and his father, only made Vegeta want to kill the king as soon as possible. Bulma's 9th month was nearing soon. With Bulma's ragign emotions, she couldn't walk down the street without hearing a praise for 'looking cute pregnant', a comment from someone Bulma's age, or the comments she'd hear from older people. They'd call her a whore, slut. She'd been spat on 3 times now. But Bulma wasn't phased at all, all she thought about was Vegeta and her baby.
~ big moment ~
Bulma was rubing her daily amount of cocoa butter on her stomach and hips. Vegeta just returned from his usual day of training. His strength was rising extrodaniarely. He was a smidge stronger than his father, but that mattered little, it wasn't about making a decent match out of his father, it was ending his hell, and ascending the throne.
"Why do you do that woman?"
"Rub my belly? Oh i'm rubbing cocoa butter on my stretch marks to reduce them"
"Whatever, It's not like I care what you look like"
Bulma rolled her eyes and sighed. Vegeta looked at Bulma when he heard her drop her bottle of cocoa butter. She was clutching her stomach and gasping. The lower half of her dress was damp and a puddle of fluid was surrounding her. He didn't have to be told what was going on. He cradled her to him and rushed blindedly to the royal medical ward. When he arrived, he made it very clear he did not want his father to be permitted inside, though his father could over power a few nurses and medical technicians, the fact of his father's anger towards not seeing his own grandchild was humorous.
Bulmaw as placed on the bed and was changed into a gown. She sat up and was given her epidural in her spine. She ignored the prick and was completely still. After that, she relaxed and reclined on the pillows. A female doctor came in and checked up on Bulma. The doctr told Vegeta it would be an hour or so till the baby was born. Vegeta dismissed himself and walked into his father.
"Not allowing me to see the brat was a useless attempt to anger me. Such childless antics are not good for a king, but I'll put you in your place."
"I'd like to see that old man!"
Vegeta returned back to the room and waitied by Bulma's side. It was useless to train, his father would wonder why he wasn't by Bulma's side, go looking for him, and discover his little secret. He meditated to pass the time.
He was brought out of his deep moment of meditation when Bulma dug her nails into his shoulder. He growled but she continued to harm his arm, making it bleed mildly. Bulma was sitting upright, with her legs in stirrups, people surrounding her, ready to bring the newest prince and king. Vegeta looked to Bulma's concentrated face. he admired her bravery.
~ 7 minutes later ~
Bulma was now resting against the pillows, weakling registering what was going on around her. Vegeta looked into theglass box holding his son. He smirked in pride. He never felt so proud. The child had a tuft of lilac/light purple hair. A cap was placed on his head to keep him warm. He was screaming his head off in the nude, his arms and legs flailing wildly. Vegeta reached his hand into a circular hole. His son's tail grasped around his wrist. Not even training or defeating his father mattered. This was the first time in a long time he felt pride and strength in his being.
I think there's 3 more chapters left till the very end....hmmmm....Trunks's cryign was actually resembling that of Goku's crying when he was a baby. Hey, I can imagine this! Next chapter will be very cool people!
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Wanna be on my update list? Just ask to join my Mailing List in a REVIEW or send a e-mail and ask and I'll invite you. XD