Title: Deciding

Title: Deciding

Chapter 9

Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z isn't mine.

A/N: Thanks for your reviews! Please R&R, thanks!

She read it out loud to herself. "Bulma, I was wondering, how about if we eat dinner at your favorite restaurant? I made some arrangements for tomorrow night. Can you make it? Call me. Love, Yamcha." She paused to think for a moment. "Why'd he leave a note in my room? Couldn't he just leave a message with my mom?" She wondered around her room to see if anything was out of place. She walked to the phone to try to get a hold of him. No luck. Bulma ended up with his answering machine and didn't bother leaving a message, so she hanged up the phone.

"What to do," She said. "Maybe I should call Chi-Chi about my little secret." Bulma then quickly dialed her phone number.

"Hello?" Said the person on the other line. "Hello? Is anyone there?" Bulma quickly hanged up the phone.

I can't tell Chi-Chi. She thought. Someone might hear about the conversation. What if she tells someone? I haven't even told my parents yet. Maybe I should try the second test. She grabbed the bag and went into her bathroom.

The phone rang and Mrs. Briefs answered it in the kitchen.

"Oh Chi-Chi, how are you?"

"Fine Mrs. Briefs. Um, did someone used the phone over there?"

"I wouldn't know. I know that Bulma went to her room because Yamcha left her a note there."

"Oh. Well, okay then…" There was a bizarre pause. "I'll call later then. Bye."

"Bye."

Bulma held her stomach when she came down the stairs. I am really pregnant. How can I tell Yamcha? This is just my luck. She sat down on the couch and picked up the phone to call Yamcha. You better be home, she thought.

"So Bulma, how are you?" Yamcha said calmly.

"Fine. So, what is this arrangement tomorrow night?"

"Glad you ask," Yamcha said. "I was hoping if we could go out. I know I should have asked you before reserving a table, but I just didn't. Can you make it?"

"Uh, yeah sure."

"Great. Tomorrow night I'll pick you up lets say, around sevenish. Is that okay?"

"Seven is fine."

"Great, see you then."

"Alright," Bulma said and hanged up the phone.

"Bulma dear, Chi-Chi called." Mrs. Briefs said as she entered the living room.

"What did she want?"

"She said something about someone using the phone here and she'll call back."

"Okay mom." I guess the first person I'll tell is Chi-Chi. But, maybe I should tell mom… She took several deep breaths.

"Something wrong dear?" She asked as she sat next to Bulma.

"I don't know how to say this,"

"One step at a time dear."

"First of all, Vegeta left."

"That handsome young man left! Where did he go?"

"I'm not sure."

"That's pretty sad."

"I know,"

Mrs. Briefs looked at her daughter's eyes. "There is something else, isn't there? Does it deal with Vegeta? Is that why you said that Vegeta left?"

Bulma stared to the floor with her hands on her lap. Her eyes became watery. "Mom, I'm pregnant with Vegeta's kid. And Vegeta isn't here. How am I going to tell him?" She turned her head to face her mother. Tears ran down her cheek. "I'm not even broken up with Yamcha and we are going out tomorrow night. What am I suppose to do?"

Bulma fell into her mother's arms and Mrs. Briefs held her. "It's okay. Let's just keep this secret between ourselves at the moment. Okay?" Bulma nodded. "On your date with Yamcha, just act like yourself. Don't act like your pregnant. I'll talk to your father about this. Okay Bulma dear?" Again Bulma nodded. "Don't worry about this. Soon this will go by. Everything will be fine."

A/N: Sorry about not updating much. I have a F in science so my parents wants me study a lot more so I can raise my grade. I don't care. I hate science. My science teacher can rot in hell for all I care.