Title: Deciding

Chapter 12

Disclaimer: I don't owe Dragon Ball Z.

Author's notes: Thanks for the reviews!  This chapter is short.

Yamcha sat on the couch.  His eyes stared at the bag on the coffee table.  He reached over and grabbed it.  He slowly opened the bag and took something out of it.  Yamcha opened the small box.  His fingers touched the diamond ring.  He took it out of the box, leaned back on the couch, and held the ring to his face.  He stood frozen while his eyes examined it.

"To think," He said to himself out loud.  "I would've married Bulma, carrying Vegeta's baby.  How long would she have kept this secret?"  He paused for a moment.  "When would she have told me about this?"

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"How long do you plan on staying here Ms. Briefs?"  The clerk asked again.  She gazed at Bulma who still didn't reply.  "Ms. Briefs?  Are you all right?"

"Uh, yeah I'm okay…"

"Do you know who long you plan on staying here?"

"Actually no,"

The lady thought for a moment.  "How about a week?"

Bulma nodded, agreeing with the clerk.  "Sure a week.  That seems to be fine."

"Okay."

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He turned off the machine and sat down on the tile floor.  He then closed his eyes to concentrate.  Imagines appeared in front of him.  Slowly a smirk over came his face.

First that woman doesn't know I took a few of her capsules.  And now, she is carrying my child…  He chuckled to himself.  That weak human is almost going to be left alone.  Expect his whores will be there to comfort him.  Maybe I should make a visit to the woman later on, she is mine…

He opened his eyes and stood up.

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It's been a week since Bulma had stayed over at the hotel.  She laid in bed with the TV on.  Bulma heard a knock on the door and stood up.  She walked to the door and opened it.

"Bulma dear, you have to come home!"

"Mom?  What are you doing here?"

"You have to come home now dear!  Your father should be up on this floor any minute!  Go get your stuff, hurry on now."

"How did you find me?"

"Never mind about that," Mrs. Briefs said.  She walked into the room and began to take Bulma's things.

"I don't want to go home mother,"

Mrs. Briefs stopped and looked at her.  "You don't want to confront Yamcha.  Is that right?"

"Yes," She said softly.

Mrs. Briefs walked up to her and put her arm on Bulma's shoulder.  "You need to confront him anyway.  Why not make it now?"

Bulma shrugged.  "I guess,"

"Are we ready?"  Mr. Briefs said.  "Bulma, we we're worried sick about you!  Do you know how hard it was to find you?"

"Yes dad."

"Alright then.  Let's hurry up and go.  We have some baby business to talk about."

A/N: A little bit of Vegeta.  You guys like the cliffy?  *looks at cliffy*  Cliffy down!  Stay cliffy!  Stay!  Where do you think you are going?  CLIFFY!