Title: Deciding

Title: Deciding

Chapter 10

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"I'll hurry up and put this in a vase," Bulma said and went into the kitchen.  She wore a dark green dress that went to her mid thigh.  Bulma placed the red roses in the vase and placed it on the kitchen table.  She went to the living room where Yamcha was waiting.  She forced a smile on her face.  "I'm ready to go.  How about you?"  She took her purse off of the coffee table.

"Yes," Yamcha said.  He took her by the hand, walked to his card and drove off.

"What happened to Vegeta?  I didn't see him around the house.  Is he training?"

"I didn't tell you?"  Bulma said and looked out the window.  She thought for a moment.  Oh wait a sec, I didn't tell you.  "He left the complex.  I don't know where he went." 

"Oh."  Yamcha said and made a turn.

He parked in front of the restaurant and they got out of the car.

~*~*~

"She's what?!"

"I know it's shocking news dear."

"When did you find out?"

"Yesterday…"

"And you tell me this today?!"

"Yes."

"How did this happen?"  Mr. Briefs asked.

"Well, she had to have sex-"

"With who?"

"Vegeta."

"And she is going out with Yamcha?"  Mrs. Briefs nodded.  "Is she going to go through the pregnancy?"

"Yes, she is."

"So that means…"  Mr. Briefs said, his voice trailed off.

"Yes, you're right.  Wouldn't they make a cute couple?" 

He looked at her strangely.  "But doesn't she love Yamcha?"

She shrugged.  "I don't know.  I'm not Bulma.  But if she slept with Vegeta, would you think that she loved Yamcha?"  He was silent.  "Yamcha made Bulma suffer.  He cheated on her so many times.  I think that Bulma loves Vegeta.  Not Yamcha."

"But why doesn't she break up with Yamcha?  He'll find out."

"You are asking the wrong person.  I'm not our daughter."

~*~*~

"The food is excellent."  Bulma said.

"A friend at work told me about this place."

The waiter came with the champagne and he poured it into the glass.  Bulma stared at the sparkling water.  "Is there something wrong ma'am?"  The waiter asked, he noticed that she was still looking at the glass. 

Bulma blinked a couple of times.  "Uh, yeah.  Everything is fine."

"Are you sure?" 

"Could I have a coke?" 

"I'll bring back a glass of coke for you.  Anything else?"  He asked and looked at Yamcha. 

"No, no, nothing."

"Alright."  The waiter said and left.

Bulma took her fork and played with the bone from the steak.  Yamcha looked at her concerned.  What is wrong with her?  This is her favorite champagne.  Could she…  "Bulma, are you okay?"

"Yeah, fine," She answered back, still playing with the bone.

"How about some champagne?  It's your favorite."

"No thanks.  I'm not up to it."

"Why not?  Are you sick?"  Bulma looked at him.  A frown appeared on her face.  "Is there something I should know?"  Bulma didn't answer him.  "Damnit Bulma!  Answer me!"  He whispered.

Bulma stared at him, growing angry.  Not only at him, but herself for not telling Yamcha.  What was she going to tell him?  She knew that he was going to find out one way or the other.  "Yamcha, I don't want to talk about it.  Okay?"  He was about to answer until the waiter came back.  He gave Bulma her drink and left.  Bulma took a long sip of the soda.

"May I tell you something?"

"What?"

"I found a pregnancy test in the trash in your bathroom," He paused to see Bulma's reaction and to see what she was going to say.  To his surprise she didn't responded to him.  Instead, she put her cup down on the glass table and listened to him.  "You are not drinking this lovely champagne.  You want to know what I think?"  She didn't say anything but he could feel her anger rising.  He continued, "I think you are pregnant."

There was a long silent pause.  Now what am I suppose to do?  How could he have found out?  Unless it was when he left the note in my room.  Why did he going snooping around my room like that?!  He is going to get it…  As well as me.  Bulma knew that Yamcha wanted her to speak, so she did.  "Yes, I'm pregnant.  What were you doing in my room anyway?"

"None of your business.  Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because,"

"That's your answer?  Because?"

"Yes."

"Let me say something else.  The two of us never, ever, made love to each other.  Who the hell is the father?"

Her blue tears began to water.  "Vegeta…"  She said in a soft whisper.

Yamcha's eyes seemed like they were going to pop out.  His jaw opened.  "Vegeta?!"  He shouted.  "You're carrying Vegeta's kid?!"

People at the other tables began to stare at them.  "Let's talk some where else…" 

Yamcha looked around the restaurant.  "Fine.  Meet me out at the car."

Bulma stood up, grabbed her purse, and quickly left.  She wasn't going to wait for him.  When she exited the restaurant she walked down the street until she ended up at the corner.  The sky was dark and the stars were hidden behind the clouds.  The street lamps were turned on.  "Taxi!"  She shouted.

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