Title: Deciding
Chapter 10
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Author's notes: Thanks for the
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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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