Bulma's Decision
Vegeta flew into the forest trying desperately to clear his head. Why had he blown Bulma off after she gave him the perfect opportunity to tell her that he loved her. What was the matter with him?
'You know damn well what the matter with you is,' he thought to himself. 'It's your damned pride!'
After that thought, he decided that he'd go back and tell Bulma exactly how he felt. He'd swallow his damned pride and just be completely honest with her. With that, he turned and flew toward her house with a smile on his face.
Bulma arrived at the abortion clinic and saw Yamcha already there waiting for her. He had a huge smile on his face. Bulma got out of the car and looked him steadily in the eyes.
"I don't think I can go through with this," she said, somewhat mournfully.
"Bulma, you know it's for the best. Now come on!" Yamcha replied, just a little bit too cheerfully.
With a sigh, Bulma reluctantly went into the clinic.
Vegeta arrived at the house, surprised to see that nobody was home. He wandered through it trying to find Bulma.
"Hey, Woman, where are you?" he bellowed into the house.
There was no answer. He went into the kitchen as a last resort. That's where he found the note on the table. It read:
Dear Vegeta,
I just thought that you should know that I've gone to the abortion clinic. It's obvious that you don't love me and that you're not willing to stay and help me take care of our child. But don't worry, I'm not going alone. Yamcha will be there with me. Take care.
Bulma
After reading it, Vegeta felt suddenly cold all over. She was going to kill their child, their bond. Then he felt angry. This was all Yamcha's fault. That moron made her go.
'But it wasn't totally Yamcha's fault' a voice in the back of his mind said. 'It's partially yours too.'
Vegeta crumpled the note and raced off to find Bulma to save her and their child.
Bulma lay there on the cold chair with nothing on except the flimsy gown that the doctors made her put on. She felt Yamcha's presence beside her. Something in her subconcious told her that this was wrong, but she kept telling herself that it was for the best.
"Now don't worry, this won't hurt much," the doctor told her gently.
Bulma sighed. Something just didn't feel right about this. She began to remember the night that Vegeta came to her. He was so gentle and caring, being careful not to hurt her. It occured to her right then and there that he did care, he was just too proud to show it.
'What are you doing?' she screamed to herself. 'This isn't you! You would never do this! Yamcha is deceiving you!'
"Alright, we're just about ready to start the procedure," the doctor told her.
"NO!" she screamed. She jumped off the chair that she had been lying on. "No, I will NOT kill my child!"
"Bulma, what are you doing? You HAVE to do this!" Yamcha yelled.
"No! I don't HAVE to do anything you tell me to, you moron!" Bulma shot back.
Suddenly, Vegeta blasted the door down.
"Woman, get out of there, now!" he bellowed. He was holding her clothes.
Bulma tried to go to him, but Yamcha grabbed her arm stopping her.
"Let go of me!" she cried.
"He's only going to hurt you!" Yamcha growled, and slapped her across the face.
With a snarl, Vegeta leapt across the room and punched Yamcha right in the face. Yamcha fell back on the chair, unconcious.
"Come on Vegeta, I wanna go home," Bulma said softly.
Vegeta picked her up in his arms and then the two of them exited the building and flew off.
Back at C.C., Bulma and Vegeta sat down to have a long talk about what would happen.
"Vegeta, if for once you could swallow your pride and tell me how you really feel, I would really appreciate it," Bulma said.
Vegeta was silent for a moment, scowling. Then, finally he looked at her and his features softened a bit.
"Bulma, I have to be... honest with you. I... I love you," Vegeta said, having a little bit of difficulty getting the words out. He blushed slightly.
Bulma gasped, and said,
"Do my eyes deceive me? Is the Prince of all Saiyan's blushing? And did I just hear you say my name?" she asked teasingly.
"Woman, do not tease me," Vegeta said gruffly, but Bulma could see the playfulness in his eyes.
"So, you'll stay... and help me raise Trunks?" Bulma asked softly.
"Yeah, sure. I have no where else to go," Vegeta muttered.
Bulma hugged him.
"I love you Vegeta," she whispered in his ear.
"I love you too Bulma," he whispered back.
"Thank you Vegeta," Bulma whispered, and gently kissed him on the lips.
The End
Vegeta flew into the forest trying desperately to clear his head. Why had he blown Bulma off after she gave him the perfect opportunity to tell her that he loved her. What was the matter with him?
'You know damn well what the matter with you is,' he thought to himself. 'It's your damned pride!'
After that thought, he decided that he'd go back and tell Bulma exactly how he felt. He'd swallow his damned pride and just be completely honest with her. With that, he turned and flew toward her house with a smile on his face.
Bulma arrived at the abortion clinic and saw Yamcha already there waiting for her. He had a huge smile on his face. Bulma got out of the car and looked him steadily in the eyes.
"I don't think I can go through with this," she said, somewhat mournfully.
"Bulma, you know it's for the best. Now come on!" Yamcha replied, just a little bit too cheerfully.
With a sigh, Bulma reluctantly went into the clinic.
Vegeta arrived at the house, surprised to see that nobody was home. He wandered through it trying to find Bulma.
"Hey, Woman, where are you?" he bellowed into the house.
There was no answer. He went into the kitchen as a last resort. That's where he found the note on the table. It read:
Dear Vegeta,
I just thought that you should know that I've gone to the abortion clinic. It's obvious that you don't love me and that you're not willing to stay and help me take care of our child. But don't worry, I'm not going alone. Yamcha will be there with me. Take care.
Bulma
After reading it, Vegeta felt suddenly cold all over. She was going to kill their child, their bond. Then he felt angry. This was all Yamcha's fault. That moron made her go.
'But it wasn't totally Yamcha's fault' a voice in the back of his mind said. 'It's partially yours too.'
Vegeta crumpled the note and raced off to find Bulma to save her and their child.
Bulma lay there on the cold chair with nothing on except the flimsy gown that the doctors made her put on. She felt Yamcha's presence beside her. Something in her subconcious told her that this was wrong, but she kept telling herself that it was for the best.
"Now don't worry, this won't hurt much," the doctor told her gently.
Bulma sighed. Something just didn't feel right about this. She began to remember the night that Vegeta came to her. He was so gentle and caring, being careful not to hurt her. It occured to her right then and there that he did care, he was just too proud to show it.
'What are you doing?' she screamed to herself. 'This isn't you! You would never do this! Yamcha is deceiving you!'
"Alright, we're just about ready to start the procedure," the doctor told her.
"NO!" she screamed. She jumped off the chair that she had been lying on. "No, I will NOT kill my child!"
"Bulma, what are you doing? You HAVE to do this!" Yamcha yelled.
"No! I don't HAVE to do anything you tell me to, you moron!" Bulma shot back.
Suddenly, Vegeta blasted the door down.
"Woman, get out of there, now!" he bellowed. He was holding her clothes.
Bulma tried to go to him, but Yamcha grabbed her arm stopping her.
"Let go of me!" she cried.
"He's only going to hurt you!" Yamcha growled, and slapped her across the face.
With a snarl, Vegeta leapt across the room and punched Yamcha right in the face. Yamcha fell back on the chair, unconcious.
"Come on Vegeta, I wanna go home," Bulma said softly.
Vegeta picked her up in his arms and then the two of them exited the building and flew off.
Back at C.C., Bulma and Vegeta sat down to have a long talk about what would happen.
"Vegeta, if for once you could swallow your pride and tell me how you really feel, I would really appreciate it," Bulma said.
Vegeta was silent for a moment, scowling. Then, finally he looked at her and his features softened a bit.
"Bulma, I have to be... honest with you. I... I love you," Vegeta said, having a little bit of difficulty getting the words out. He blushed slightly.
Bulma gasped, and said,
"Do my eyes deceive me? Is the Prince of all Saiyan's blushing? And did I just hear you say my name?" she asked teasingly.
"Woman, do not tease me," Vegeta said gruffly, but Bulma could see the playfulness in his eyes.
"So, you'll stay... and help me raise Trunks?" Bulma asked softly.
"Yeah, sure. I have no where else to go," Vegeta muttered.
Bulma hugged him.
"I love you Vegeta," she whispered in his ear.
"I love you too Bulma," he whispered back.
"Thank you Vegeta," Bulma whispered, and gently kissed him on the lips.
The End
