He didn't usually like to think about her. It drew forth too many emotions that he was not interested in feeling. So the blue-haired woman as usual had to cause problems which in turn had him brooding about her. A brat, his brat, Kami that sounded insane. Too much for him and yet he'd put it off for too long. He needed to consider this turmoil that was now present in his life.

The gravity room was strangely silent while he sat against the wall thinking. Could he handle this? Of course he could! He'd never backed away from anything and he'd be damned if he backed away from this! Still, it was so different, so foreign this knowledge of a child.

His child.

With a growl he stood up and started blasting everything in sight. Stress relief, he loved the ability to release his anger like this. One blast, and there went that woman. Another and there went that brat. No he'd never get rid of either now, and he wasn't so sure he really wanted to.

"Kami I'm insane!" He shout as his random blasts ricocheted off the walls.

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She stirred her coffee unconsciously. It had been cold for quite some time, but that didn't really matter. She just stirred to keep her hand busy. Her thoughts were on the Saiyan prince. He'd reacted well to the situation, but just how well would he really do once the baby came? She sighed and continued to stir. Looking down at the coffee cup she saw her own reflection as it jostled in the ripples of the black liquid. Even in that vague reflection, she looked so tired.

Of what? She didn't know, but she was tired. She put her head down on the table and without realizing it fell instantly asleep.

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There she was, immobile for the moment. Vegeta couldn't believe it, an actual silent time? It was far too much! He eased his way forwards, trying to be quiet. He didn't want to wake her, not just yet anyway. Her head was resting on the tabletop next to a full cup of coffee that hadn't been touched.

This was strange for Vegeta. She was usually all over the place during the day time. Inventing, yelling, frustrating and annoying the hell out of every inhabitant. Now, however, she was out cold. She looked tired, that was for sure. He'd noticed that as of late. In fact she'd shown signs of fatigue the very moment she told him about the brat. Well, they'd been through a lot in the past month. A ruptured appendix, an alien abduction resulting in quite a beating and Goku wishing for bubble gum.

So now she slept.

He walked up to her and brushed away a loose strand of hair. So beautiful, he could admit that now. In his mind, while she slept, she'd never know. It was such a truth, her beauty. Soft and clear, her face was so perfect. He shook his head, still finding these feelings foreign to him.

"Woman you annoy me!"

With that, he left silently as he had come, allowing his words to linger in the kitchen behind him. Then he came back, wondering why he had. She was still asleep, so deep in her slumber that his loud words hadn't stirred her. He pondered what to do.

And so he bent down and lifted her slight frame up into his arms. Gingerly, he carried her through the hall, up the stairs and proceeded to the bedroom. She moaned slightly, her head moving just a tad. Almost as if by instinct, she wrapped her arms around him, head resting on a strong shoulder. It was there that she sighed contentedly.

Now he was in the bedroom, looking at the bed, and wondering how he would get her on it. She was latched onto him quite snugly, and he didn't want to wake her. The last thing he needed was for the bitch to awaken and spoil the silence. He bent forward and set her down on the bed. Slowly, her arms released him from their grasp and she adjusted unconsciously. Vegeta looked around the room in contemplation and soon found what he was looking for.

There was an afghan draped on a nearby sofa and he snatched it up quickly. Then he was back by her side and positioning the blanket around her.

He didn't leave until he found the slight smile from her lips that only occurred when she was dreaming.

"You don't annoy me all the time woman," he said softly. Sighing he backed out of the room, wondering what the hell he had just done. He really was losing his edge. He smirked and cross his arms. He? Lose his edge? There was no way in hell that could happen!

Just to prove this to himself, he made sure he strutted off to the gravity room with his usual bad ass, arrogant, nose in the air, I'm better then you, attitude that he wore so well. Too bad there was no one there to see it.

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She woke to morning, or was it still night. There was no recollection of time in her head. When had she gotten in bed? Bulma sat up and pondered what had occurred.

She had been sitting at the table, stirring coffee. Then she felt sleepy. Put her head down and.... Damn! She must have really fell asleep! But that didn't explain here. This was her bed, not the kitchen table and she was covered up in a blanket! Who could have... no way, not him!

But it had to be true. Her parents were, as usual, out of town. Vegeta was the only other living thing in the house besides herself. So he'd carried her to the bed? Wow, Vegeta being nice was enough to blow anyone's mind. She smiled, and felt herself tremble ever so slightly. It was times like this when she really loved that bastard.

She stood up and stretched, adjusting herself to the vertical position. A quick glance at the clock told her it was nearly two in the morning. Well, she wasn't tired, so why not start the day early? She was already dressed, so she exited her room and decided to re-brew her coffee, and really drink it this time.

When she got to the kitchen, something surprised her. It wasn't what she had heard, but actually what she didn't hear that startled her. There were no blasts from the Gravity Room. No string of amazing profanity being vomited forth from a raging Saiyan prince. It was so calm and quiet, could the man be sleeping?

That seemed possible, but entirely unlikely. Goku had told her once that all he needed was an hour of real sleep once a day and after that he was ready to go. With this thought, Bulma began to wonder something else.

If they ever got married, would Vegeta stay in the same bed with her? And if he did, would he stay with her all night?

She blinked her eyes fast and shook her head. These were crazy thoughts, they surely would never come true. A relationship with Vegeta was a very cold one. No getting very close to him that was for sure. Sometimes though, she thought, especially when he made love to her, she felt like she could tell him anything.

At the thought of being with him, she realized that she wanted him very badly. She just needed to see him, touch him, possibly hold him. Well, then again that was asking for too much. Unwanted tears streamed down her face. She hated being pregnant, it was killing her emotions.

Suddenly she stood up and without another thought she was out of the kitchen.

"Vegeta?" She said loudly, almost timidly. There was no reply. "VEGETA!?"

"What woman?" Ah ha! An answer, that was what she needed. It had come from the second floor.

"I need to talk to you!" She yelled. A few curse words and bitter mumbling and the Saiyan prince strode down the stairs, arms crossed. He stood before her, one eyebrow raised, looking regal as ever. Bulma crumbled and ran to him. Before he could refuse she had her arms around him and was crying on his shoulder.

"Woman! Woman! What is your problem? Are you sick or something?" He said, looking down at her, quite confused. She looked up at him, tears streaming profusely.

"I'm not sick you idiot! I'm pregnant, now just please hold me!" How could he refuse? She looked so...pathetic, and vulnerable. Slowly, he put his arms around her and drew her trembling figure to him.

"Why are you crying?" He asked, far more softly this time.

"I don't know, I'm just really sad."

"Do Earth women always get so damn emotional when they're pregnant?"

"I dunno, maybe..."

"Well why are you depressed then? What's your problem?!"

"This child's my problem! Vegeta, I've been thinking about a lot of things. I know that you've said you would be there for the baby, but... well..."

"Well what!"

"Well... what about me? I mean after the baby comes and everything. Are you just going to endlessly train in that Gravity Room, only coming out to eat? I mean, well... I... I still love you dammit. Are you just going to forget about me now?" Vegeta's eyes widened. He really hadn't thought about that factor. All he had concentrated on was the birth of his brat, not... not her.

"I... I..."

"See!" She exclaimed, looking up at him. "Vegeta, if you don't care about me just say it!" His eyes narrowed.

"Be quiet woman!" With that he kissed her, as passionately as he could. She exhaled a soft moan, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, and falling into his embrace. It seemed like forever, that single kiss. So peaceful, she was really safe now. When he finally withdrew, Bulma was left to gaze at his stoic face. That single gesture had rendered her, for the moment, speechless.

"There, is that good enough for you?"

All she could do was nod her head.

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Author's note: Well, that was a deep chapter. A lot of soul searching and thinking in that one. Hehehe, oh well, I promise something a bit more... action-packed next time! Till then, remember to take you vitamins! Luv to everyone! That is all ~ JZero