I am so sorry this has taken me so long. I have had no free time because of school and other things that are going on in my life. And I didn't want to post it until ff.net was back to normal. Sorry it's so short, but I did what I could. I hope you enjoy it.
An Unexpected Surprise
The next moring Bulma awoke in a good mood. She had slept surprisingly well after the events that took place the previous night. She realized from Vegeta's actions that deep down he really did care for her; he just couldn't show it. She had forgiven him for being an ass to her and understood that it was his pride that kept him from showing his feelings for her. But she definitely knew what her feelings for him were. She knew that no matter what he did, she loved him. But were his feelings for her that strong? She wasn't sure, but she was determined to find out.
Vegeta, on the other hand, did not have such a pleasant morning. He hadn't slept well because he couldn't get the picture of Bulma staring at him with such gratitude in her beautiful, captivating, blue eyes.
'Why did I save her?' He kept asking himself. 'I could have left her there and that drunk oaf might have killed her. Then she'd be out of my hair. But nooooooo, I had to save her. Damn weakness! How could I have gone soft for a weakling woman? Now she'll never let me forget it.'
But to his surprise, Bulma never mentioned it again. The only time it ever came up was when Bulma threw Yamcha outside on his ass when he tried to apologize (which Vegeta witnessed with amusement). After that, things went back to normal. Vegeta trained and complained, while Bulma argued and threw things at him. But they were nicer to each other. Vegeta didn't insult her as much, and they really started to have fun during their arguments; almost looking forward to them. Vegeta lover her quick wit, and Bulma enjoyed having someone who could come up with intelligent retorts to her remarks. Plus, she loved seeing that amused smirk cross his lips as he dodged the objects she threw at him in her feeble attempts to hit him.
Their bond continued to grow as the weeks went by. They both started to tolerate the other's presence. Vegeta even allowed her to watch him train every now and then. And once, Bulma had convinced him into going on a walk with her through the park. When he wasn't looking, she had stolen a kiss on his cheek. He only snorted in response and walked on. Small things like these continued to occur. And even though they were small, they made a huge impact on their relationship. Vegeta even began to admit to himself that he really did have feelings for the little, blue-haired female.
*******
Five weeks after the incident at the club, Bulma sat on the edge of her bed clutching her stomach. Her face was pale and contorted in pain. A small, thin layer of sweat was forming on her brow.
"Ow! Stupid stomach! Why do I feel so neausious all of a sudden. Her stomach did a summersault and then tightened. She barely had time to run to the bathroom before she began heaving up its contents. It was the third time that week she had thrown up. She was convinced she had caught some kind of virus. She had already made an appointment to see the doctor later that afternoon.
*******
"Well Miss Briefs, I have good news and possibly bad news." The doctor told Bulma as he re-entered the room. She was sitting on the examination table awaiting the test results.
"The good news is, you don't have a virus. In fact, you're not sick at all, you're in perfect health."
"And the bad news?" Bulma asked, relieved that she was not sick.
"Well, it may not be bad news, depending on whether you were wanting it at the time or not."
"Wanting what, and at what time?" she asked, confused.
"You are pregnant Miss Briefs." The doctor paused to let the information sink in.
Bulma sat in shock with wide eyes and mouth hanging open. 'Could it be true? Am I really pregnant?' She self consciously put her hand to her stomach. "What's Vegeta going to say?" she accidently whispered out loud.
"If it was a mistake, there is always the simple proceedure of abortion." The doctor offered.
The mention of an abortion snapped Bulma out of her stupor. "NEVER!!! I would never murder my own child!" she screamed at the surprised physician.
"I'm sorry if I have offended you, Miss Briefs. I was only trying to..."
"It's alright Doctor O'Neil, I didn't mean to yell. It's just that I've made my bed, now I'll have to sleep in it." She got up and the left the doctor's office to return home.
'How am I going to tell Vegeta?'
*******
Vegeta was sitting on the couch in the living room watching TV when Bulma came home. She came through the door and stopped when she saw him.
"Where have you been woman? I'm hungry."
Bulma didn't answer. Her face went solemn and she bowed her head and slowly retreated up the stairs to her room without a word. Vegeta was puzzled. That remark would have usually started an argument. He was a little dissapointed.
In her room, Bulms sat on the edge of her bed trying to come up with the right words to tell Vegeta. 'How am I going to tell Vegeta? He probably doesn't even want children. He'll leave me and I'll be left alone to raise our child.' Just then there was light tapping on her door and it slowly opened. Vegeta stepped inside and stared at her questioningly. Bulma couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye.
"What's wrong with you woman?" Vegeta asked gruffly.
"Nothing." She replied meekly.
"Don't lie to me! Something is wrong, tell me." He commanded.
"Why do you care?! She didn't mean to yell, but she wasn't ready to tell him yet.
"Because it's annoying when you act like a weak female on the verge of tears." He replied. Walking closer to her.
"I am not weak, and I'm not going to cry!" Bulma yelled in his face as she stood up, a small tear forming in the corner of her eye.
"You are too." Vegeta chuckled and smirked as he pointed to the tear in her eye. "You are weak, you cry about every little thing that bothers you." Bulma was boiling with anger. She wanted to slap that smirk right off his face, so she did.
"DAMN YOU VEGETA! I'M PREGNANT!!!" Bulma really started to cry now. She sat back down on her bed and covered her face with her hands.
A long silence fell on the room, Bulma was sure Vegeta had left. Then the space on the bed next to her sloped down as if weight were being applied to it. She slowly turned her head and looked at Vegeta who was staring at her. His eyes were so intense, she was trapped in his gaze and couldn't look away. He raised his hand and brushed away a tear from her now streaked face. Then he placed his hand on her stomach and it began to glow faintly.
"If you don't want the child, I can easily dispose of it without harming you."
"NOOO!!!" Bulma shrieked and crawled away from him on the bed.
"What's the matter now woman?" Vegeta growled at her.
"You would murder your own child?" She asked disgustedly.
"I don't understand you woman, do you want the child or not?!
"I don't want you to kill it!"
"Then why were you crying?" he asked.
"Because I thought you....would....leave me when you found out." She replied hesitantly.
"Why would I do that?" he asked, confused.
"You mean, you're not going to leave?"
"No."
"Then you're okay with me having this baby?"
"Why shouldn't I be?"
Bulma screamed for joy and jumped on him. Vegeta was caught off guard and they both fell to the floor in a heap. Bulma's actions were confusing him. First she was sad, then she was mad, then she cries because she's pregnant, but doesn't want him to kill it, now she's happy because he isn't going to leave. What's going on?
"Thank you Vegeta." Bulma smiled down at him.
"For what?" Vegeta was really confused now.
"For not rejecting me."
"I'm confused." Vegeta sighed.
"That's okay Vegeta." She said, then leaned her head down to kiss him. The feel of her soft lips made his confusion disappear. He wrapped his arms around her delicate frame and returned her kiss. After breaking for air, Bulma got off him and rose to her feet, Vegeta did the same.
"I wonder if it's going to be a boy or a girl?" she asked herself.
"A boy." Vegeta said gruffly as he exited the room.
"How do you know?" she asked, bewildered.
"It's ki is to strong right now to be a girl."
"You mean you can feel it?"
"I have for about a week now." He replied.
"Why didn't you tell me?!" She yelled, shocked.
"I wanted to see your reaction when you found out. And I have to say, it was quite amusing." He smirked and left the room.
Bulma stood there and smiled. Things just might turn out alright after all.
"But wait! What am I going to tell my parents?!"
*Sorry it's so short, I hope you liked it; review and let me know. Next chapter should be out in the near future. I can't be sure with school and all, but I'll try and get it out as soon as I can. There should be about two more chapters. Thanks again for reading, and until next time, Ja ne. ^_^*
An Unexpected Surprise
The next moring Bulma awoke in a good mood. She had slept surprisingly well after the events that took place the previous night. She realized from Vegeta's actions that deep down he really did care for her; he just couldn't show it. She had forgiven him for being an ass to her and understood that it was his pride that kept him from showing his feelings for her. But she definitely knew what her feelings for him were. She knew that no matter what he did, she loved him. But were his feelings for her that strong? She wasn't sure, but she was determined to find out.
Vegeta, on the other hand, did not have such a pleasant morning. He hadn't slept well because he couldn't get the picture of Bulma staring at him with such gratitude in her beautiful, captivating, blue eyes.
'Why did I save her?' He kept asking himself. 'I could have left her there and that drunk oaf might have killed her. Then she'd be out of my hair. But nooooooo, I had to save her. Damn weakness! How could I have gone soft for a weakling woman? Now she'll never let me forget it.'
But to his surprise, Bulma never mentioned it again. The only time it ever came up was when Bulma threw Yamcha outside on his ass when he tried to apologize (which Vegeta witnessed with amusement). After that, things went back to normal. Vegeta trained and complained, while Bulma argued and threw things at him. But they were nicer to each other. Vegeta didn't insult her as much, and they really started to have fun during their arguments; almost looking forward to them. Vegeta lover her quick wit, and Bulma enjoyed having someone who could come up with intelligent retorts to her remarks. Plus, she loved seeing that amused smirk cross his lips as he dodged the objects she threw at him in her feeble attempts to hit him.
Their bond continued to grow as the weeks went by. They both started to tolerate the other's presence. Vegeta even allowed her to watch him train every now and then. And once, Bulma had convinced him into going on a walk with her through the park. When he wasn't looking, she had stolen a kiss on his cheek. He only snorted in response and walked on. Small things like these continued to occur. And even though they were small, they made a huge impact on their relationship. Vegeta even began to admit to himself that he really did have feelings for the little, blue-haired female.
*******
Five weeks after the incident at the club, Bulma sat on the edge of her bed clutching her stomach. Her face was pale and contorted in pain. A small, thin layer of sweat was forming on her brow.
"Ow! Stupid stomach! Why do I feel so neausious all of a sudden. Her stomach did a summersault and then tightened. She barely had time to run to the bathroom before she began heaving up its contents. It was the third time that week she had thrown up. She was convinced she had caught some kind of virus. She had already made an appointment to see the doctor later that afternoon.
*******
"Well Miss Briefs, I have good news and possibly bad news." The doctor told Bulma as he re-entered the room. She was sitting on the examination table awaiting the test results.
"The good news is, you don't have a virus. In fact, you're not sick at all, you're in perfect health."
"And the bad news?" Bulma asked, relieved that she was not sick.
"Well, it may not be bad news, depending on whether you were wanting it at the time or not."
"Wanting what, and at what time?" she asked, confused.
"You are pregnant Miss Briefs." The doctor paused to let the information sink in.
Bulma sat in shock with wide eyes and mouth hanging open. 'Could it be true? Am I really pregnant?' She self consciously put her hand to her stomach. "What's Vegeta going to say?" she accidently whispered out loud.
"If it was a mistake, there is always the simple proceedure of abortion." The doctor offered.
The mention of an abortion snapped Bulma out of her stupor. "NEVER!!! I would never murder my own child!" she screamed at the surprised physician.
"I'm sorry if I have offended you, Miss Briefs. I was only trying to..."
"It's alright Doctor O'Neil, I didn't mean to yell. It's just that I've made my bed, now I'll have to sleep in it." She got up and the left the doctor's office to return home.
'How am I going to tell Vegeta?'
*******
Vegeta was sitting on the couch in the living room watching TV when Bulma came home. She came through the door and stopped when she saw him.
"Where have you been woman? I'm hungry."
Bulma didn't answer. Her face went solemn and she bowed her head and slowly retreated up the stairs to her room without a word. Vegeta was puzzled. That remark would have usually started an argument. He was a little dissapointed.
In her room, Bulms sat on the edge of her bed trying to come up with the right words to tell Vegeta. 'How am I going to tell Vegeta? He probably doesn't even want children. He'll leave me and I'll be left alone to raise our child.' Just then there was light tapping on her door and it slowly opened. Vegeta stepped inside and stared at her questioningly. Bulma couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye.
"What's wrong with you woman?" Vegeta asked gruffly.
"Nothing." She replied meekly.
"Don't lie to me! Something is wrong, tell me." He commanded.
"Why do you care?! She didn't mean to yell, but she wasn't ready to tell him yet.
"Because it's annoying when you act like a weak female on the verge of tears." He replied. Walking closer to her.
"I am not weak, and I'm not going to cry!" Bulma yelled in his face as she stood up, a small tear forming in the corner of her eye.
"You are too." Vegeta chuckled and smirked as he pointed to the tear in her eye. "You are weak, you cry about every little thing that bothers you." Bulma was boiling with anger. She wanted to slap that smirk right off his face, so she did.
"DAMN YOU VEGETA! I'M PREGNANT!!!" Bulma really started to cry now. She sat back down on her bed and covered her face with her hands.
A long silence fell on the room, Bulma was sure Vegeta had left. Then the space on the bed next to her sloped down as if weight were being applied to it. She slowly turned her head and looked at Vegeta who was staring at her. His eyes were so intense, she was trapped in his gaze and couldn't look away. He raised his hand and brushed away a tear from her now streaked face. Then he placed his hand on her stomach and it began to glow faintly.
"If you don't want the child, I can easily dispose of it without harming you."
"NOOO!!!" Bulma shrieked and crawled away from him on the bed.
"What's the matter now woman?" Vegeta growled at her.
"You would murder your own child?" She asked disgustedly.
"I don't understand you woman, do you want the child or not?!
"I don't want you to kill it!"
"Then why were you crying?" he asked.
"Because I thought you....would....leave me when you found out." She replied hesitantly.
"Why would I do that?" he asked, confused.
"You mean, you're not going to leave?"
"No."
"Then you're okay with me having this baby?"
"Why shouldn't I be?"
Bulma screamed for joy and jumped on him. Vegeta was caught off guard and they both fell to the floor in a heap. Bulma's actions were confusing him. First she was sad, then she was mad, then she cries because she's pregnant, but doesn't want him to kill it, now she's happy because he isn't going to leave. What's going on?
"Thank you Vegeta." Bulma smiled down at him.
"For what?" Vegeta was really confused now.
"For not rejecting me."
"I'm confused." Vegeta sighed.
"That's okay Vegeta." She said, then leaned her head down to kiss him. The feel of her soft lips made his confusion disappear. He wrapped his arms around her delicate frame and returned her kiss. After breaking for air, Bulma got off him and rose to her feet, Vegeta did the same.
"I wonder if it's going to be a boy or a girl?" she asked herself.
"A boy." Vegeta said gruffly as he exited the room.
"How do you know?" she asked, bewildered.
"It's ki is to strong right now to be a girl."
"You mean you can feel it?"
"I have for about a week now." He replied.
"Why didn't you tell me?!" She yelled, shocked.
"I wanted to see your reaction when you found out. And I have to say, it was quite amusing." He smirked and left the room.
Bulma stood there and smiled. Things just might turn out alright after all.
"But wait! What am I going to tell my parents?!"
*Sorry it's so short, I hope you liked it; review and let me know. Next chapter should be out in the near future. I can't be sure with school and all, but I'll try and get it out as soon as I can. There should be about two more chapters. Thanks again for reading, and until next time, Ja ne. ^_^*
