Title: Deciding
Chapter 8
Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z isn't mine. Please do not sue me.
Author's notes: Here is another chapter. Just to let you know, my grandparents are coming over for a couple of weeks, so I'm not sure when I can get another update. Please R&R!!
Bulma turned the knob slightly and found it unlock. She slowly opened the door, just enough to peer through it. She didn't see Vegeta so she opened the door all the. Bulma looked around. The room was empty. Where's Vegeta? She asked herself when she walked into the room. Where could he have gone? Maybe he's just walking around somewhere. Bulma walked out of the room and pushed the cart back to the kitchen.
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They sat in first class seats for their trip back home. From all the shopping sprees that Mrs. Briefs did, it was a surprise that she didn't seem to be tired at the end of their trip.
"I wonder how Bulma is doing with that fine young man." Mrs. Briefs said as she began to flip through a magazine on their flight back home.
"She is probably fine. Bulma can take care of herself. Besides, if anything happens that Bulma can't take care of, Yamcha and Goku can help her out." Said Mr. Briefs.
"I suppose…"
"What?"
"Nothing." She said and turned a page.
"Really? Tell me dear."
"Nothing, really. I'm just tired. Can't wait to go home. That's all." She said forcing a smile on her face when she looked at her husband.
"Something seems to be wrong. Was it something I said?"
"Nothing is wrong." She repeated again. "I promise."
He looked at her, knowing that something was on her mind. "Okay. I just thought that you wanted to say something…"
On the rest of their trip, they were silent.
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I wonder where he went… She thought. Bulma sat on her bed, staring at the bathroom door. Maybe I should try the pregnancy test. Just in case. Vegeta and I didn't use protection, so I guess I'll use it now since I don't have anything else to do.
She walked into her bathroom and closed the door. She opened the drawer that held the test in it and took it out. "Well," Bulma told herself clamly. "Let's see how this will turn out."
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"I think I have an ideal." Yamcha said, still thinking of what to do but was talking to Puar.
"What is that Yamcha?" She asked him.
"I'm not going to tell you." He looked at her. "You might blurt it out to someone. Then it would destroy everything."
"Come on! I know how to keep secrets! Can't you trust me?"
Yamcha just stared at Puar before answering. "I know I can trust you," He finally said. "But it doesn't mean that I need to tell you anything."
"Fine, be like that." She said. "You don't need to tell me what your ideal is. You can keep it quiet. Have you lips-"
"Besides," Yamcha said interrupting with a smiling. "You'll find out later. Not right away, but later."
Puar stared at him, trying to think of what his new plan was. What could it be, Puar thought of over and over again. Oh well, I'll most likely find out soon enough.
~*~*~
"Bulma dear! We're home!" Mrs. Briefs said, carrying her luggage in the house. Mr. Briefs followed behind her. She dropped the bags in the living room.
"Hi mom and dad. How was your trip?" Bulma asked when she entered the living room.
"Lovely, dear. You should have come, but you had to take care of Vegeta. He's handsome, isn't he?"
Bulma slightly bushed. "Uh, dad how was the convention? Any good news?"
"The convention was great. We'll be selling thousands of our 267A computers to four major companies."
"Wow, that sounds great!"
"Yes it does. We need to go to sleep. I'll discuss everything with you tomorrow."
"Okay dad. Do you need help with your guy's luggage?"
"No, no dear. We can take care of it ourselves." Mrs. Briefs said.
Bulma watched her parents as they walked upstairs with their luggage. I guess I better get some sleep too.
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"Mom. I'm going to go out," Bulma said half way through the front door. "I'll be back in half an hour. Maybe a little longer."
"Okay dear," She answered as she was washing the dishes.
Bulma got into her car and drove off. I still don't know what I should do with the baby. Should I keep it? Well, one pregnancy test doesn't mean that I'm pregnant. I guess I'll find out with a second test. That way I'll know for sure. I don't want to jump into conclusions just yet…
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"Thank you," Yamcha said and left the store.
He took his time walking towards his vehicle. He got in and drove to Capsule Corp. Bulma is going to love this, he kept saying to himself. He arrived and Mrs. Briefs opened the door.
"Oh, hello Yamcha. How have you been?"
"Fine."
"Come inside," She said, Yamcha walked in and she closed the door behind him. "So, what brings you here today?"
"I was wondering if I could speak to Bulma."
"Sorry, she went out. Why wont you stay here? Watch TV or something when she comes back."
"Thanks," Yamcha said. "But no thanks. Um, could I go to Bulma's room to leave a note?"
"Sure."
Yamcha went into Bulma's room. He slowly closed the door before looking around her room. He walked towards her dresser, trying to find a something to write with and paper. He opened a couple of her drawers before finding a pen and a notepad. He wrote quickly on the paper and left it on her dresser. He placed the pen and notepad back in the drawer. Yamcha was about to leave until he felt a little tingle.
Why now? He asked himself. Hope Bulma doesn't mind if I use her bathroom…
He walked into her bathroom. After flushing the toilet he washed his hands. In the corner of his eye he notice something
in the trash. He focused on it. What the heak? He asked himself. Yamcha grabbed a bunch of toilet paper from the roll and used it
to pick something in the trash. Is
this some sort of joke? She couldn't
be. Maybe she had one of her friends
over to take the test. Bulma couldn't
be, there is just no way, unless…
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"Yamcha was over here, dear." Mrs. Briefs said. She sat on the couch, watching TV.
"Really? How long ago was that?"
"Uh, less than a half hour ago. I think,"
"Did he say anything mom?"
"He went into your room to leave a note."
"Thanks," Bulma said. She rushed upstairs to her room with her bag and found the note
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