*Happy Thanksgiving everybody. Sorry it took me so long again. But since I just had a four day weekend I whipped a quick chapter out for you guys. Review and let me know what you think of it.*



Breaking the News and Strange Behavior

Bulma was scared. How would her parents react to her being pregnant, and by Vegeta of all people? She had gone over the words over and over in her head, but nothing sounded right. She decided that once the right moment came, she would just come right out and say it.

That moment came one night after dinner. The Briefs family had just finished dinner and were now in the living room watching TV. Dr. and Mrs. Briefs were sitting together on the sofa, while Vegeta claimed his place in the recliner. Bulma stood in the doorway calling up her courage.

'Alright Bulma, this is it. Just come out and say it like it is. Don't chicken out, you can do this,' she thought to herself. 'Damn it! I wish Vegeta wasn't here; he makes me nervous. Just don't look at him.' She straightened up and entered the room

"Mom? Dad?" she asked. Her parents both turned and looked at her, her mother smiling brightly.

"Yes dear?" asked Mrs. Briefs.

"Uh, I n-need to, um, tell you something," she stammered. Her dad muted the television.

"Go ahead honey," Dr. Briefs incouraged.

"Well, you see." she accidently glanced over at Vegeta. His eyes were narrowed and looking straight at her, boring into her. She shivered, losing her composure and her nerve. "I'm, uh, well, it's hard to explain, you see, I.."

"Stop your rambling, woman!" Vegeta ordered. He turned toward Bulma's parents. "She's pregnant."

"VEGETA!!!" Bulma screamed. 'How could he do that?!' The Briefs were in utter shock. At least Dr. Briefs was.

"I'm going to be a Grandma?!" Mrs. Briefs exclaimed in an elated voice. She jumped up and gave Bulma a bear hug. Poor Bluma was dumbfounded. Her mother was babbling on and on about names, clothes, and decorating a room. Dr. Briefs was not as happy about the matter as his wife.

"Who is the father Bulma?" he asked. Bulma snapped out of the shock of her mother's reaction. But when her father's question registered, she panicked.

"Is it Yamucha?" her mother asked.

"No," Bulma replied sheepishly.

"Then who is it?" Bulma gave Vegeta a warning glance, telling him not to say a word. He gave her an evil smirk.

"I did her," Vegeta proudly stated, casually standing up and leaving the room. Bulma blushed a brilliant shade of crimson. She was left alone to explain everything to her parents.

The Briefs remained still, they had not yet recovered from the initial shock. Both stared at their daughter in disbelief. Their shock soon turned to impatience as they waited for Bulma to speak. They wanted an explaination. Bulma stared down at the carpet sheepishly as she began:

"Well, you see."

******

After a very long discussion between Bulma and her parents, all their questions were answered. Bulma explained that Vegeta was not going to leave, he would stay and help her with the child. But when Dr. Briefs suggested they get married, it took Bulma a while to persuade him against it. It would probably annoy and insult Vegeta.

"Techniquely, we are married dad." Bulma pulled her shirt collar down so her parents could observe the prominent bite mark on her shoulder. "This is how Saiyans mark their mates. It shows they are taken." Her mother moved closer to inspect the scar.

"Oh Bulma! Your beautiful skin is scarred," her mother said sadly, tracing the mark.

"Don't worry mom, I did the same thing to him," Bulma replied with a smile.

The Briefs took all the news rather well. They supported Bulma through everything, even accepting Vegeta as one of the family. Mrs. Briefs was so excited about becoming a grandmother, she was constantly taking Bulma shopping for things for the baby. And Dr. Briefs would take every chance he got to talk to Vegeta about his plans for the future and give advice. Vegeta didn't like any of it and tried to stay away from the old goat as much as possible. But throughout Bulma's pregnancy, no one else knew. They had agreed, much to Vegeta's delight, to keep it a secret until the appropriate time presented itself.

******

Five months later.

"Vegeta, do I look fat to you?" Vegeta was doing one-handed push-ups in the yard. Bulma stood under a nearby shade tree and regarded her reflection in the window of the Caps. Corp. building. Vegeta stopped and eyed her for a moment.

"What are you talking about? Of course you're fat,woman, you're pregnant!" Vegeta exclaimed, causing a look of anger to flash over Bulma's face. Vegeta saw her sudden personality change and didn't understand why she was so angry. "What?!" he asked. Totally oblivious to what he had done.

"You're so insensative, Vegeta!" she screamed at him.

"I only told you the truth," he said in his own defense.

"Well you don't have to be so damn honest all the time!" she yelled.

"Okay, fine! You're so thin and beautiful, you could be one of those anorexic Cover Girl models," he said, his comment dripping with sarcasm. Tears came to Bulma's eyes as she let out a cry and ran toward the house. Vegeta let himself fall to the ground with a thud. He stared up to the sky and sighed, a frown dawning his features. "What's wrong with her lately?" he asked out loud.

"As you said before Vegeta, she's pregnant," came the familiar voice of an old man.

'Oh great! Here comes the never-ending conversation with the father-in- law.' Vegeta cursed in his mind. "What's that got to do with any of this?" he asked, standing up. Dr. Briefs was one of the few people Vegeta could look down on, and he took advantage of every opportunity he got.

Dr. Briefs smiled. "Women go crazy when they're pregnant. They begin to get self conscious about the way they look, they cry for no reason, and they eat bizarre foods."

Vegeta cocked his head to the side and smirked. "What kind of bizarre foods?"

"Oh you'd be surprised."

"Try me." Vegeta was interested. Saiyans were interested in anything that had to do with food.

"I don't want to ruin it for you, Vegeta. You'll just have to wait and see." With that, Dr. Briefs turned and walked away, leaving Vegeta to his thoughts, and his training.

******

Dr. Briefs was right. Bulma's appetite turned to the strangest variety of foods. Her mother catered to her every need, so it didn't bother Vegeta, just puzzled him. She cried and got angry at the smallest things too. Once, while she was watching TV and drinking coffee, Bulma broke down into histerical fits of tears. Vegeta entered the room and asked what was wrong with her. He glanced at the TV and discovered she was watching Bambi.

"Has the stupid animal's mother died yet?" he asked.

"No," she replied between sobs.

"Then why are you crying, woman?"

"My.*sob*.coffee.*hiccup*. isn't.*sniff*.hot enough," she began to cry again, lamenting her predicament to the world. Vegeta let out a defeated growl, stormed over, grabbed her cup, and heated it up in his hands with his ki.

******

Eight months into the pregnancy.

"VEGETA!!!" A high pitched scream rung out through the house. A groggy Saiyan, who was once fast asleep, dragged himself out of bed. Vegeta looked at the clock by his bed. It was three 'o clock in the morning. He had only been asleep for an hour when he was so rudely interrupted.

'I only sleep for four hours a day anyway. Is it too much to ask for everyone to leave me alone while I do?' he growled to himself as he stumbled sleepily to his mates room. Ever since Bulma had gotten pregnant she became very restless in bed, disturbing Vegeta. So he chose to stay in his own room for the remainder of the term.

He entered the room and scowled at Bulma, who was now sitting up and leaning against her headboard. Eight months into her pregnancy Bulma's stomach was huge. Standing for very long left her exhausted. Lately she just sat around and didn't move much.

"What is wrong now, woman?!" Vegeta growled at her.

"I'm hungry," Bulma replied with puppy-dog eyes.

"So what did you wake me up for?" he asked.

"I want you to get me some food."

"Get it yourself," he said in a gruff and annoyed voice as he began to leave the room. But a commanding, and almost frightening, voice stopped him.

"VEGETA!!!" she commanded. Her voice was low and threatening. The tone, and quietness, of her voice sent a shiver down Vegeta's spine as he turned to face her. The pale light from the moon casting a shadow over her, giving her a dark, demonic look. "Vegeta,.dear." Bulma said sweetly, struggling to remain calm. "I have never asked much of you. I am carrying your child, I cook your meals, and I hardly ever complain. I can hardly move right now, but if I have to, I will get out of this bed and RIP YOUR HEAD OFF!!! So it's in your best interest to do as I request." Bulma waited a few minutes before Vegeta regained from his shock and replied.

"What do you want?" he asked in a defeated voice. If Bulma didn't know better, she would have thought that she had heard a hint of fear laced in his words.

Bulma smiled, proud of herself. "I would like a bowl of ice cream with a garlic pickle sliced up in it. Don't spare the juice."

Vegeta's mouth hung open. "Have you lost your mind?! Even Kakarrot wouldn't eat that crap!...Wait.." he thought for a moment and decided that..maybe he would.

"Oh yeah," Bulma broke his thoughts. "I want some ham too."

"Are you sure woman?" Vegeta couldn't believe her order. Bulma nodded her head and smiled at him. Vegeta slumped his shoulders and stalked out of the room and headed down into the kitchen.

'I can't believe I've been reduced to the position of nurse maid for a pregnant wench! Me! The Prince of all Saiyans!' Vegeta suddenly stopped chopping up the pickles. 'That title just doesn't have the effect it used to have. If you think about it, there is only one other Saiyan left. That means I'm only the Prince of Kakarrot.' He shuddered. 'That's nothing to be proud of.'

Vegeta finished off the pickle sundae and opened the fridge to get the ham. But there wasn't any meat left. "Damn, I knew I shouldn't have had that midnight snack. Now I have to find something else." He went out into the front yard, "I'll have to go hunt something." Just then, Vegeta caught something out of the corner of his eye. A stray dog was rummaging through some trash cans. Vegeta stared at the animal for a moment, then an evil smirk formed on his lips.

******

"It's about time Vegeta, I'm famished." Bulma took the food he brought and looked at the ice cream. "Ah Vegeta, you took too long. I don't feel like this anymore." She set the sundae aside and took a bite of the meat. "Hey, this isn't ham."

"Yes it is," Vegeta insisted.

"You can't fool me Vegeta. But whatever it is, it's good." She picked up the bowl of ice cream and offered it to Vegeta, "Want some?"

Vegeta eyed the bowl for a second, then took it. "Why not?" He took a bite and was surprised, it actually tasted pretty good. He turned to leave with his newly discovered dessert when Bulma stopped him again.

"Vegeta?" Bulma's voice was almost a whisper.

"What is it now?" He demanded in a tired, weary tone. Bulma was clutching her stomach, the meat set aside.

"I think..it's time."



*That was a fun chapter. Review and let me know what you thought of it. The next chapter will be the last. I'll try to get it out around Christmas as a kind of present for all my faithful readers. Until then, Happy Holidays and Ja ne! ^_^*