Title: Bulma's Pregnant!!! A Sequel to "One Week-DBZ Style"

By Leah Beth Sinn

Summary: This picks up right where the other story left off. This goes through Bulma's entire pregnancy.

Author's Notes: I highly suggest that you read the other story first. You probably won't understand what's going on unless you do. And I couldn't find a song to go with Bulma's pregnancy, so this is just a normal fic. I know, I'm sad too. Somebody should have recommended a song to me, but because nobody did, you're stuck with a normal story. Oh well.

Rating: G

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I finally found out what pregnant means. The woman told me after she woke her parents up. It means that she's going to have a baby and we're going to be parents. Together. When it was explained like this, I almost fainted like the woman's parents. But I didn't. A man has to maintain his image, you know.

When I asked the woman where the child was and when I could see it, she laughed lightly at me.

"Vegeta, I'm carrying the baby inside of me," she said, pointing to her stomach. She said it as if I were a child. "It needs to grow there for nine months before it's developed enough to enter the world. I'm only two weeks along, so you won't be able to see the baby for another eight months of so."

And so began the worst few months of my life. Dying by the hand of Freeza wasn't as bad as the next few months would be. Given a choice, I would rather be killed again that go through a pregnancy with Bulma.

Month One

The first month wasn't so bad. By the time I knew she was pregnant, her first month was almost over. She seemed like the same normal, moody, stubborn woman that I had always known. It wasn't long till that would change.

Month Two

The woman started getting moody, more than usual. When she couldn't sleep at night, she'd prod me until I woke up, saying that if she couldn't sleep, then I wasn't going to either. After a week of this, I moved back into my old room. But that didn't stop her. She'd come into my room at night and sit on me to wake me up. And if I fell back asleep, then she would go and get some ice from the freezer and put it down my boxers.

And she was moodier during the day too. On one of the doctor visits that she insisted that I come to, I asked the doctor about it.

"Well," he said, "it's probably just hormones. But if it's this bad, this early in the pregnancy, then I might have to prescribe something to regulate them." And so he prescribed a medicine that did nothing to get rid of her mood swings. I wonder how Kakarott dealt with his woman when she was pregnant with their brat.

Month Three

To put it simply, the woman stated to get fat. Not by much, but she was gaining noticeable amounts of weight. And I told her that when she asked me about it. Unfortunately, I didn't know what I was getting myself into. It went like this.

"Vegeta," she asked, "Do I look fat in this dress?"

"Yes," I answered truthfully. She hated it when I lied and the last time I did, she stopped feeding me, so I told the absolute truth. It was at that moment that I learned that a lie is sometimes better than the truth. Never again will I make the same mistake.

"You called me fat!" she screamed. "How dare you? I'm carrying your child and you have the nerve to call me fat! Out! Out of my sight! Now, Vegeta!"

I wasn't allowed in her sight for a week. Then she got over it and promised me that she wouldn't wake me up in the middle of the night anymore, so I moved back into her room. Why I did that, I don't know. I have absolutely no clue why I move back into her room.

Month Four

As I look back on it now, the woman's fourth month of pregnancy was probably the quietest. It finally seemed like the medicine was starting to work on her. Sometimes. She still had mood swings, but not as bad as before.

It was also the last month that she let me train before the baby was born, so I didn't see much of her. I'd eat, sleep, and train, and that was it. There was no room for a moody woman in my life. When I told her this, she started to cry. Then she got angry.

"Vegeta, if you don't have time for me in your life, then I suggest that you make time," she said, her voice surprisingly low, but deadly. "You either stop eating, or you stop training. Your choice."

So I stopped training. Out agreement was that I stop training until the baby is one month old. That would be six months of training that I'd lose. It began to seem like I would never become a Super-Saiyan at this rate. At least I still get to eat.

Month Five

You know how I said that at least I got to eat? Well, when the woman hit five months, that privilege was nearly rescinded. She started eating everything in sight. She would have made even Kakarott proud. She always got first crack at the food, and I got what was left over. Which, suffice to say, wasn't much. I feel sorry for her parents. After the two of us got done eating, there was no food left anywhere in the house. I still wonder how they got enough food to survive those last few months of pregnancy.

Month Six

The sixth month was the most exciting, to say the least. The woman had many scares and false labors. At least three times a week, she'd wake me up in the middle of the night, saying that she thought that she was in labor. And every time it was a false start. Except the last time. She actually did deliver the baby in her sixth month of pregnancy. Three months early.

The Delivery

I wasn't allowed into the delivery room when Trunks was born. The doctor said it was because of the premature delivery. If the woman would have made full term, I would have been able to witness the birth of my son. I sat for seven hours in the waiting room, waiting for the doctor to come out with some news of either Bulma or the baby. Finally, the doctor did come out.

"Sir," he said, "your wife is doing fine, but the baby is small, and is being moved to the NICU. Later, after he's all settled, you'll be able to see him. But right now, your wife is asking for you."

As I walked into the recovery room that Bulma had been moved to, I noticed how the doctor had said he and him. A son. I had a son. He was going to be a true Saiyan Prince. But first, he needed to survive.

The woman was crying when I walked in on her. When she saw me, she dried her tears and tried to act like nothing was wrong. She knew I hated it when she was overly emotional, so she tried to hide it. I just walked over to her and held her. Soon, she couldn't hold back her tears anymore and cried herself to sleep.

The Recovery

After only a few weeks in the hospital, Trunks was given a clean bill of health and allowed to go home. This baffled the doctors, who thought that it would take much longer for him to recover. Obviously, the Saiyan blood in him was already at work.

For a little while, though, he gave all of us a scare. We didn't think that he would survive. For the first few days of his life, he was so weak. He could barely breathe on his own. But soon, he was flailing around and wouldn't sit still for a moment. It made me proud that he could recover so quickly.

Homecoming

When we brought Trunks home, there was a great hullabaloo. The woman's parents had a huge party for the baby and everything. They were all ready to spoil the child. I really didn't care what they would do with the child, just so long as they didn't corrupt him with human morals and the such. All that mattered to me at the moment was that I only had two more weeks before I could go back to my training.

Trunks' First Month

This was the worst month of my life. There was so much crying and fussing and overall noise. I barely got any sleep, and I didn't even take care of the baby. I moved back into my old room because the woman insisted that Trunks' basinet be kept in her room. Thank the gods I did. If I hadn't, I would have gotten no sleep at all. After the month was over, I was SOOOOOOO glad to get out of the house to train. I didn't even go back there to sleep. I just stayed in the forest.

Now, here I am, watching Kakarott get a major butt-whooping from the androids. I'd love to watch him be killed, but then I would get the chance to do it myself. I'd better go intervene, before the third class dolt ends up dead. At least I know that after I save him and defeat the androids, then I can kill him. I can't wait.



Fin

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