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AN: r & r and enjoy! sorry it took so long, i had a social studies project, not lieing here, i did, plz pray that i get a good mark ^.^ anywho, enough of my senseless blabbering! on with the story! :)
The Adversary
By Courtney
Part 9
Vegeta was determined to follow through with his plan the next day. He trailed his way, with Bulma still sound asleep in his arms, into the mini launching port on the far side of the ship. Anyone, who dared to cross his path, immediately met an unfortunate death thanks to Vegeta's wrath. He eventually got to his destination. Randomly, Vegeta picked out a small ship much like Bulma's. He set the co-ordinates for Earth and launched.
"We will arrive at our destination, Planet Earth, in 138 days," the computer announced in a robotic voice. Vegeta cursed at himself for picking such a slow ship. He walked over to the king sized bed and sprawled himself across it, leaving Bulma to do whatever she wanted.
Bulma stood there, looking at her surroundings. Behind her was the computer working away at their target. To her left were two doors, which she supposed, lead to the kitchen and bathroom, and in front of her, there was Vegeta lying on top of the bed. He looked so peaceful like that. Bulma smiled to herself and strolled into the bathroom for a nice hot bath.
~*~
20 days later…
BSHHH…
Bulma flushed the toilet once more after she had thrown up. She wiped her face with a tissue and pushed herself to her feet. Resting her hand on her forehead, Bulma walked back and forth in the bathroom as if deep in thought. She's been in the bathroom for quiet a lot lately. Either for one reason or another, most of the time throwing up. Surely Vegeta had noticed that something wasn't right. She knew what was wrong. She was pregnant. For sure. It was the only possible reason she could come up with.
Bulma stopped walking and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked very tired and her skin was starting to look pale. What is Vegeta going to think about this? Surely he wasn't planning on having a child yet. What if he leaves her once they arrive on Earth? She didn't want her baby to grow up without a father. Slowly tears pooled around the edge of her eyes and one by one dropped to the floor.
Meanwhile in the other room, Vegeta floated up in the air, trying hard to concentrate on his meditating. Since the ship wasn't like a space pod, he couldn't put out any sleeping gas. He couldn't train either because it was too risky having his power up when Bulma's with him. That didn't give him much choice.
He scowled as he heard the toilet flush, again. He had heard her throw up a few times. It can't be anything that harmful, she's probably sick from something she ate last night. Before long he could hear her sobbing. Something was definitely wrong. Had he done something to upset her? He floated down to the floor and headed for the door. Vegeta slowly opened it and found Bulma crying on the ground, her back to him. Vegeta walked over and crouched down in front of her.
"Bulma, what's wrong?" he asked softly. He was disappointed when he didn't get an answer. "Bulma, if it's something I've done, I'm sorry."
She looked up at him, a few tears half way down her cheek. She smiled and shook her head as if trying to shake something out of her head. Vegeta reached up to her face and wiped the tears away with his thumb.
"Then what's wrong Bulma? Tell me," he said.
"Tell me," he repeated when again he didn't get an answer. A tear escaped her eye for the second time. He wiped the tear away again and got up to leave, sensing that she did not want to respond.
"Vegeta wait," Bulma called through her tears just before he went through the door. He turned around to face her. "Vegeta…there's something you need to know," she said quietly, getting to her feet and walking over to where he was. He stayed silent, if Bulma was this nervous about it, it must be pretty important.
"Vegeta…I..I think I'm pregnant," she said weakly, her voice almost above a whisper. She could see Vegeta's eyes grow wide as another tear escaped her eye.
Vegeta stumbled back a few steps before he could catch himself. He can't be a father. Not him, the Prince of the Saiyajins. He was a warrior, not a family man. Sure he can stand up to his father and anybody else for that matter but raise a child? No, he wasn't ready this. Sure he loved Bulma, with all his heart and there was nothing else he wanted more than for her to be happy. But raising a child was too much.
After finding his consciousness again, Vegeta locked his jaws, backed up a few steps, turned around and slowly headed for the door.
"Vegeta please…" Bulma cried through her tears but he was already out the door.
~*~
Days passed by. Vegeta was avoiding any contact with her. At night time, he did not go to bed until he was certain that Bulma was already sound asleep so that he wont have to deal with her pleading to him about her baby, although there were times which he couldn't avoid, he did his best to ignore it.
Vegeta was doing his daily routine of meditating and push-up when Bulma and their baby wondered into his mind against his will. Maybe it won't that bad, he thought. His father raised him and he turned out fine. How hard could it possibly be? It's just a child, can't be too difficult. Vegeta thought about this for a moment. He stopped his training for a while and walked across the room to where Bulma was sleeping on the bed. He sat down next to her and traced along the side of her face with his finger. She stirred and her eyes fluttered open. She smiled, he smiled back.
"Hey…" she said, her voice soft and gentle, "Done training already?"
He snorted at her remark and took her hand to help her into a sitting position.
"Bulma…the baby…" he tried but he stopped when he saw his mates face turned and looked the other way.
"Vegeta, I want to have your baby and watch it grow into healthy boy or girl, and there's nothing more I want except for you be there with me. But as long as you're like this it can't be that way."
He sighed and pulled her into his embrace. She didn't hesitate to bury herself in his chest. Vegeta placed his chin on top of her head and stroked her hair softly. After a while she looked up at him.
"Does this mean that you're staying?"
Vegeta paused for a moment before answering, "Yes Bulma, I'm staying."
Bulma's eyes lit up in joy.
"I love you Vegeta, god I love you so much," She hugged him tightly and kissed him. He opened his mouth to return her affection but couldn't bring himself to say those words. Soon Bulma, soon…he pledged.
~*~
38 days later…
Bulma clutched her stomach and cried out in pain. What's happening to her? She felt like she was dying. What was wrong? She didn't know. All she knew was that this kind of pain isn't normal in pregnancy and it definitely wasn't the flue or any sickness she'd heard of.
Vegeta was there to her aid within seconds. He was worried. He didn't know why his mate's stomach suddenly had started hurting a few days ago. He had felt a small ki coming from her which he supposed was the baby's, but it wasn't normal. Like there was something strange about it. He figured that his mate being sick had something to do with the baby. Surely the baby can't get sick while it's still inside her.
She screamed again. "Vegeta!" she gasped through struggled breaths. "Call..call my dad. There should be access to a communication system on the control panel," she managed to get out. Vegeta nodded and immediately set to the task. Once he found it a blank screen appeared in front of him. Pretty soon Dr. Brief's face came into view.
Dr Briefs's eyes widened when he saw Bulma on the floor behind Vegeta. "Vegeta! What did you do to my daughter?!" he screamed through the screen.
"I didn't do anything! She's pregnant," he stated as if it were yesterday's news.
Dr Briefs gasped. "With your baby?" he asked pointing at Vegeta. Vegeta nodded. "Oh my…what's wrong with her?"
Vegeta sneered. "What do you think I'm calling you for?!"
Dr Briefs sighed. "How long has she been like this?"
"A couple of days. A week at the most."
Bulma pulled herself up and limped over to Vegeta, leaning on his shoulder for support.
"Daddy," she said. "What's happening to me?"
Dr Briefs was startled at how weak his daughter sounded. "I don't know Bulma. Where does it hurt?"
"My stomach, around where the…" she stopped, tears pooled around her eyes, "..the baby.. " she said, her voice nothing but a whisper. "Something's wrong with the baby Dad. What's happening to it? God I'm so scared!" she cried. Vegeta wrapped his arms around Bulma and allowed her to cry on his chest.
"It's okay Bulma," Vegeta whispered into her ear. "It's okay."
"No…no, it's not okay. The baby's dying Dad. It's dying! I can feel it!" she wailed louder, clinging hard on to Vegeta. Dr Briefs and Vegeta both gasped in shock.
This can't be, Vegeta thought. How can the baby be dying?
~*~
AN: the bit about the baby dying was inspired by on of the rosewell eps so if you've seen it, you got a head start in the next chapter. and plz review! i'm in desperate need of support...
AN: r & r and enjoy! sorry it took so long, i had a social studies project, not lieing here, i did, plz pray that i get a good mark ^.^ anywho, enough of my senseless blabbering! on with the story! :)
The Adversary
By Courtney
Part 9
Vegeta was determined to follow through with his plan the next day. He trailed his way, with Bulma still sound asleep in his arms, into the mini launching port on the far side of the ship. Anyone, who dared to cross his path, immediately met an unfortunate death thanks to Vegeta's wrath. He eventually got to his destination. Randomly, Vegeta picked out a small ship much like Bulma's. He set the co-ordinates for Earth and launched.
"We will arrive at our destination, Planet Earth, in 138 days," the computer announced in a robotic voice. Vegeta cursed at himself for picking such a slow ship. He walked over to the king sized bed and sprawled himself across it, leaving Bulma to do whatever she wanted.
Bulma stood there, looking at her surroundings. Behind her was the computer working away at their target. To her left were two doors, which she supposed, lead to the kitchen and bathroom, and in front of her, there was Vegeta lying on top of the bed. He looked so peaceful like that. Bulma smiled to herself and strolled into the bathroom for a nice hot bath.
~*~
20 days later…
BSHHH…
Bulma flushed the toilet once more after she had thrown up. She wiped her face with a tissue and pushed herself to her feet. Resting her hand on her forehead, Bulma walked back and forth in the bathroom as if deep in thought. She's been in the bathroom for quiet a lot lately. Either for one reason or another, most of the time throwing up. Surely Vegeta had noticed that something wasn't right. She knew what was wrong. She was pregnant. For sure. It was the only possible reason she could come up with.
Bulma stopped walking and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked very tired and her skin was starting to look pale. What is Vegeta going to think about this? Surely he wasn't planning on having a child yet. What if he leaves her once they arrive on Earth? She didn't want her baby to grow up without a father. Slowly tears pooled around the edge of her eyes and one by one dropped to the floor.
Meanwhile in the other room, Vegeta floated up in the air, trying hard to concentrate on his meditating. Since the ship wasn't like a space pod, he couldn't put out any sleeping gas. He couldn't train either because it was too risky having his power up when Bulma's with him. That didn't give him much choice.
He scowled as he heard the toilet flush, again. He had heard her throw up a few times. It can't be anything that harmful, she's probably sick from something she ate last night. Before long he could hear her sobbing. Something was definitely wrong. Had he done something to upset her? He floated down to the floor and headed for the door. Vegeta slowly opened it and found Bulma crying on the ground, her back to him. Vegeta walked over and crouched down in front of her.
"Bulma, what's wrong?" he asked softly. He was disappointed when he didn't get an answer. "Bulma, if it's something I've done, I'm sorry."
She looked up at him, a few tears half way down her cheek. She smiled and shook her head as if trying to shake something out of her head. Vegeta reached up to her face and wiped the tears away with his thumb.
"Then what's wrong Bulma? Tell me," he said.
"Tell me," he repeated when again he didn't get an answer. A tear escaped her eye for the second time. He wiped the tear away again and got up to leave, sensing that she did not want to respond.
"Vegeta wait," Bulma called through her tears just before he went through the door. He turned around to face her. "Vegeta…there's something you need to know," she said quietly, getting to her feet and walking over to where he was. He stayed silent, if Bulma was this nervous about it, it must be pretty important.
"Vegeta…I..I think I'm pregnant," she said weakly, her voice almost above a whisper. She could see Vegeta's eyes grow wide as another tear escaped her eye.
Vegeta stumbled back a few steps before he could catch himself. He can't be a father. Not him, the Prince of the Saiyajins. He was a warrior, not a family man. Sure he can stand up to his father and anybody else for that matter but raise a child? No, he wasn't ready this. Sure he loved Bulma, with all his heart and there was nothing else he wanted more than for her to be happy. But raising a child was too much.
After finding his consciousness again, Vegeta locked his jaws, backed up a few steps, turned around and slowly headed for the door.
"Vegeta please…" Bulma cried through her tears but he was already out the door.
~*~
Days passed by. Vegeta was avoiding any contact with her. At night time, he did not go to bed until he was certain that Bulma was already sound asleep so that he wont have to deal with her pleading to him about her baby, although there were times which he couldn't avoid, he did his best to ignore it.
Vegeta was doing his daily routine of meditating and push-up when Bulma and their baby wondered into his mind against his will. Maybe it won't that bad, he thought. His father raised him and he turned out fine. How hard could it possibly be? It's just a child, can't be too difficult. Vegeta thought about this for a moment. He stopped his training for a while and walked across the room to where Bulma was sleeping on the bed. He sat down next to her and traced along the side of her face with his finger. She stirred and her eyes fluttered open. She smiled, he smiled back.
"Hey…" she said, her voice soft and gentle, "Done training already?"
He snorted at her remark and took her hand to help her into a sitting position.
"Bulma…the baby…" he tried but he stopped when he saw his mates face turned and looked the other way.
"Vegeta, I want to have your baby and watch it grow into healthy boy or girl, and there's nothing more I want except for you be there with me. But as long as you're like this it can't be that way."
He sighed and pulled her into his embrace. She didn't hesitate to bury herself in his chest. Vegeta placed his chin on top of her head and stroked her hair softly. After a while she looked up at him.
"Does this mean that you're staying?"
Vegeta paused for a moment before answering, "Yes Bulma, I'm staying."
Bulma's eyes lit up in joy.
"I love you Vegeta, god I love you so much," She hugged him tightly and kissed him. He opened his mouth to return her affection but couldn't bring himself to say those words. Soon Bulma, soon…he pledged.
~*~
38 days later…
Bulma clutched her stomach and cried out in pain. What's happening to her? She felt like she was dying. What was wrong? She didn't know. All she knew was that this kind of pain isn't normal in pregnancy and it definitely wasn't the flue or any sickness she'd heard of.
Vegeta was there to her aid within seconds. He was worried. He didn't know why his mate's stomach suddenly had started hurting a few days ago. He had felt a small ki coming from her which he supposed was the baby's, but it wasn't normal. Like there was something strange about it. He figured that his mate being sick had something to do with the baby. Surely the baby can't get sick while it's still inside her.
She screamed again. "Vegeta!" she gasped through struggled breaths. "Call..call my dad. There should be access to a communication system on the control panel," she managed to get out. Vegeta nodded and immediately set to the task. Once he found it a blank screen appeared in front of him. Pretty soon Dr. Brief's face came into view.
Dr Briefs's eyes widened when he saw Bulma on the floor behind Vegeta. "Vegeta! What did you do to my daughter?!" he screamed through the screen.
"I didn't do anything! She's pregnant," he stated as if it were yesterday's news.
Dr Briefs gasped. "With your baby?" he asked pointing at Vegeta. Vegeta nodded. "Oh my…what's wrong with her?"
Vegeta sneered. "What do you think I'm calling you for?!"
Dr Briefs sighed. "How long has she been like this?"
"A couple of days. A week at the most."
Bulma pulled herself up and limped over to Vegeta, leaning on his shoulder for support.
"Daddy," she said. "What's happening to me?"
Dr Briefs was startled at how weak his daughter sounded. "I don't know Bulma. Where does it hurt?"
"My stomach, around where the…" she stopped, tears pooled around her eyes, "..the baby.. " she said, her voice nothing but a whisper. "Something's wrong with the baby Dad. What's happening to it? God I'm so scared!" she cried. Vegeta wrapped his arms around Bulma and allowed her to cry on his chest.
"It's okay Bulma," Vegeta whispered into her ear. "It's okay."
"No…no, it's not okay. The baby's dying Dad. It's dying! I can feel it!" she wailed louder, clinging hard on to Vegeta. Dr Briefs and Vegeta both gasped in shock.
This can't be, Vegeta thought. How can the baby be dying?
~*~
AN: the bit about the baby dying was inspired by on of the rosewell eps so if you've seen it, you got a head start in the next chapter. and plz review! i'm in desperate need of support...