[Disclaimer—I don't own them, I just admire them from a distance—so please
don't sue me, ok?
{A/N}-A little longer than normal here, but we're covering LOTS of ground!]
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Last Time:
Bulma & Vegeta:
Bulma was startled when she felt Vegeta clamp down on her neck, but she was even more startled when she instinctively returned the bite. The taste of Vegeta's warm blood on her lips sent Bulma over the edge. Bulma groaned in ecstasy, as they both spiraled toward infinity, wrapped in each others arms.
Trunks:
Sitting down on his bed, Trunks sighed with relief. Curling up into a little ball, he closed his eyes tightly, trying to chase away the horrifying images of his mother—and his father! In such a….compromising….position.
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Bulma slowly awoke from her slumber. *Well, that was an interesting dream,* she thought with a touch of embarrassment. Slowly stretching the kinks out of her limbs, Bulma became aware of something warm and heavy leaning against her shoulder. Opening her eyes, she was greeted with the muscled contours of Vegeta's broad shoulders. Bulma's eyes almost popped out of her head.
*Oh my god! It wasn't a dream! I really slept with Vegeta!* Bulma felt her face growing warm as she carefully disentangled herself from his arms. Looking around for her clothes, she found only scattered pieces of cloth on the floor.
Reaching down, Bulma picked up one of the larger scraps, a light-blue piece of cloth that had the letters BUL written across it. *That was my favorite T-shirt,* thought Bulma, still half in shock. It had said BULMA across the front of it, and its color had perfectly complemented her eyes.
Looking down at Vegeta with faint annoyance for ruining her shirt, Bulma noticed that he was completely naked. Blushing, she quickly turned and dug through his closet, settling on his pink BADMAN shirt as acceptable until she had had time to dress herself.
Bulma snuck from the room and looked at the clock in the hallway—it was already 8 o' clock in the morning! How had she slept so late?
Bulma quickly headed to her room and pulled on an old pair of jeans, decided to leave the pink BADMAN shirt on until she had showered, and hurried down to the kitchen for a quick cup of coffee to clear her head.
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Trunks sat at the table drinking a cup of coffee. He hadn't been able to sleep last night. He didn't know if he'd ever be able to sleep again. *Oh, knock it off Trunks,* he scolded himself, *You've seen a lot worse than that and you know it. Stop being so melodramatic!* Trunks sighed. He really HAD seen worse. Much worse. *Ugh, but it was my MOTHER,* he thought in disgust, shudders running down his spine.
Looking up at the soft sound of footsteps, Trunks felt himself going red as his mother entered the kitchen wearing his father's pink BADMAN shirt. The shirt gave Trunks a moment of amusement as he remembered Vegeta wearing it. He didn't look nearly so bad-ass in pink. Well, at least until he looked at you—anyone unlucky enough to be the focus of Vegeta's attention thought he looked pretty bad-ass no matter what he was wearing.
Trunks smiled as his mother looked up startled to see him sitting in the kitchen. He opened his mouth to greet her, when he noticed something distinctly odd. He could sense his own ki—and it was coming from her! Trunks' mouth dropped open in shock and the thought, 'I'm going to be born, I'm going to be born,' ran gleefully through his mind.
Shaking his head roughly, Trunks decided that the time for secrets was over. He had seen how uncomfortable his mother had been around Goku these past few days, and had felt guilty that he was the one to bring that element of uncertainty into a lifelong friendship. It was time to tell her the truth.
Trunks gulped, and spoke, "Mother."
Bulma's eyes widened and she slowly turned to face the lavender-haired young man at the kitchen table. She'd hypothesized that he was her son, but this blatant admission on his part almost made her fall over. Composing herself, Bulma turned around to face her son. "Yes Trunks?"
Trunks couldn't help but grin. His mother always took everything in stride. "I have something I need to tell you."
"What is it?"
Trunks paused. How to begin? Well, best not to beat around the bush. Bracing himself, Trunks said in a rush, "Goku's not my father. Vegeta is. I tried to convince you that Goku was, because I was afraid that if you found out it was Vegeta I might never be born, but now that I don't have to worry about that, I thought it best that I tell you the truth!"
Bulma just stared at him. "Goku's not your father?"
"Umm, no."
"……"
"Umm, Mom?"
"AAAAAAAAGHHHHH! How DARE you let me think something like that about Goku! ARGH! I felt like such a horrible person knowing that I, or even one of my future counterparts could do something like that to my friends! Damnit Trunks! What do you have to say for yourself?!" Bulma screeched.
"Umm, sorry?" Trunks offered. Bulma sure did catch onto the whole motherly- guilt thing quickly!
"Mom?" Trunks asked, but Bulma just stood frozen as if something had finally registered. "Mom?"
"Trunks," Bulma began slowly, " If Vegeta's your father, and you don't have to worry about not being born anymore, does that mean…"
Trunks blushed, "Umm, yeah. You're pregnant."
Bulma was in shock. "But how do you know?! I mean until last night, Vegeta and I never…I mean we never…"
Trunks blushed again and cut in with a slightly nauseated expression on his face, "I know exactly what you mean. You don't have to say it. As to how I know, well, I guess it's just a weird quirk associated with time travel. You see, according to my father's data banks, the ones you downloaded from his pod the first time he was here, Saiyan's have particularly keen senses when it comes to things like pregnancy. There was a whole section on Saiyan biology, and I rather think that it has something to do with their primitive ancestors and…" Trunks began, but cut off when he saw the growing look of annoyance crossing Bulma's face. "Right. Anyway, I learned from the logs that the father of the child can usually sense that his mate is pregnant within a few days of conception, and after about a week or so, pretty much any Saiyan who cared to do so could sense it."
Bulma tapped her foot in annoyance, "Trunks, you still haven't explained how you know that I'm pregnant. It hasn't even been a whole day yet since…" Bulma blushed.
Trunks grimaced, "Sorry, I was coming to that. You see, as I said, it must be a strange by-product of time travel. I don't think I WOULD have noticed, except when you were coming into the kitchen, I sensed my own ki coming from somewhere else! Do you have any idea how startling that is?"
Bulma blinked slowly and nodded absently in agreement. "Trunks—do you know where Goku is? I really need to explain this to him—I've been avoiding him for the last couple of days, and I'd really like to apologize. I mean, he's my best friend, and he's been going through a tough time too, with Chi- Chi and all…"
Trunks had the grace to look embarassed, "Umm, I think he's up in his room. I know he tried to go get Gohan to spar, but Chi-Chi wouldn't let him go, and Piccolo wasn't there, so…"
Bulma smiled slightly, "Thanks Trunks," she said, turning to walk in the direction of Goku's room.
"Mom?"
She paused, "Yeah?"
"……I'm sorry for all this."
"It's ok. It's not your fault," Bulma smiled back at him, and continued up to Goku's room. She needed someone to talk to.
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Vegeta woke with a start. Something was wrong. Looking warily around, he noticed the woman was gone, which made him realize that these feeling were not his own. The woman was upset about something.
Vegeta climbed to his feet, dressed, and made his was towards the source of the disturbance. Halting, Vegeta found himself just outside of Kakkarott's room.
*What the hell is she doing in there,* he thought angrily to himself, ready to burst through the door and demand an explanation.
Putting his hand on the door, he halted when he heard her cries. Through the crack in the door, he could see her sitting on Kakkarott's lap with her arms around his neck. He was gently stroking her back and she had her face buried in his shoulder. They were speaking so quietly that even Vegeta's sensitive Saiyan hearing could only make out bits and pieces of the conversation.
"….pregnant…do? …say…I love you…" Vegeta heard Bulma say. His eyes widened with shock. The woman was pregnant? He carefully extended his senses, but could sense nothing. A Saiyan could sense these things much earlier than any of this planet's pitiful instruments. If Bulma already knew she was pregnant, and Vegeta couldn't yet sense it, the only one who could have told her would have been Kakkarott. He had to be the father of the child that the woman was carrying. It was the only explanation as to why he would be able to sense it where Vegeta could not. He had been right. The boy from the future must be the child of Kakkarott and this woman. It explained everything. Even how he could be a Super Saiyan….
Vegeta felt something in the pit of his stomach tighten. He had to go. Get away, somewhere. He still had his goal to become a Super Saiyan—he would pursue that until he was forced to return. He knew that he would have to return to his mate eventually. No matter what choices she had made, he had made his when he bit her last night. Reaching up, Vegeta absently rubbed the spot where she had bitten him in return. It didn't mean anything. To her, it was probably just another aspect of their love play.
Vegeta pulled himself up straight. He was the Prince of all Saiyans. As he stomped his way out of the house and to his awaiting spacepod, Vegeta couldn't help but wonder why the reminder of his heritage didn't work this time. It always had before.
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"Oh, Goku, what am I going to do?" Bulma sobbed into his comforting shoulder. "How could I have let this happen? I mean it's enough that I'm pregnant, but do I have to love him to? What am I going to do? Walk up to him and say, 'I love you Vegeta'?"
Goku soothed the woman in his arms. He had known something was going on with Bulma, but the explanation she provided had taken him totally by surprise. He couldn't help but think that Trunks was just like his mother, with his devious little schemes.
Neither of them noticed the presence that hovered in the doorway, and neither of them even guessed that anything at all was wrong, until they felt the earth begin to shake.
Running to the window, Bulma threw aside the shades in time to see a small speck disappearing into space. The space where Vegeta's capsule, which housed the dreaded gravity chamber, had sat, was empty.
Bulma's eyes filled with tears as she felt Goku's comforting hand on her shoulder. "Vegeta…"
***Necessary sad chappie. =*( Poor Veggie, Poor Bulma! Next Chapter up tomorrow, we're in the home stretch here people! R&R please!***
{A/N}-A little longer than normal here, but we're covering LOTS of ground!]
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Last Time:
Bulma & Vegeta:
Bulma was startled when she felt Vegeta clamp down on her neck, but she was even more startled when she instinctively returned the bite. The taste of Vegeta's warm blood on her lips sent Bulma over the edge. Bulma groaned in ecstasy, as they both spiraled toward infinity, wrapped in each others arms.
Trunks:
Sitting down on his bed, Trunks sighed with relief. Curling up into a little ball, he closed his eyes tightly, trying to chase away the horrifying images of his mother—and his father! In such a….compromising….position.
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Bulma slowly awoke from her slumber. *Well, that was an interesting dream,* she thought with a touch of embarrassment. Slowly stretching the kinks out of her limbs, Bulma became aware of something warm and heavy leaning against her shoulder. Opening her eyes, she was greeted with the muscled contours of Vegeta's broad shoulders. Bulma's eyes almost popped out of her head.
*Oh my god! It wasn't a dream! I really slept with Vegeta!* Bulma felt her face growing warm as she carefully disentangled herself from his arms. Looking around for her clothes, she found only scattered pieces of cloth on the floor.
Reaching down, Bulma picked up one of the larger scraps, a light-blue piece of cloth that had the letters BUL written across it. *That was my favorite T-shirt,* thought Bulma, still half in shock. It had said BULMA across the front of it, and its color had perfectly complemented her eyes.
Looking down at Vegeta with faint annoyance for ruining her shirt, Bulma noticed that he was completely naked. Blushing, she quickly turned and dug through his closet, settling on his pink BADMAN shirt as acceptable until she had had time to dress herself.
Bulma snuck from the room and looked at the clock in the hallway—it was already 8 o' clock in the morning! How had she slept so late?
Bulma quickly headed to her room and pulled on an old pair of jeans, decided to leave the pink BADMAN shirt on until she had showered, and hurried down to the kitchen for a quick cup of coffee to clear her head.
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Trunks sat at the table drinking a cup of coffee. He hadn't been able to sleep last night. He didn't know if he'd ever be able to sleep again. *Oh, knock it off Trunks,* he scolded himself, *You've seen a lot worse than that and you know it. Stop being so melodramatic!* Trunks sighed. He really HAD seen worse. Much worse. *Ugh, but it was my MOTHER,* he thought in disgust, shudders running down his spine.
Looking up at the soft sound of footsteps, Trunks felt himself going red as his mother entered the kitchen wearing his father's pink BADMAN shirt. The shirt gave Trunks a moment of amusement as he remembered Vegeta wearing it. He didn't look nearly so bad-ass in pink. Well, at least until he looked at you—anyone unlucky enough to be the focus of Vegeta's attention thought he looked pretty bad-ass no matter what he was wearing.
Trunks smiled as his mother looked up startled to see him sitting in the kitchen. He opened his mouth to greet her, when he noticed something distinctly odd. He could sense his own ki—and it was coming from her! Trunks' mouth dropped open in shock and the thought, 'I'm going to be born, I'm going to be born,' ran gleefully through his mind.
Shaking his head roughly, Trunks decided that the time for secrets was over. He had seen how uncomfortable his mother had been around Goku these past few days, and had felt guilty that he was the one to bring that element of uncertainty into a lifelong friendship. It was time to tell her the truth.
Trunks gulped, and spoke, "Mother."
Bulma's eyes widened and she slowly turned to face the lavender-haired young man at the kitchen table. She'd hypothesized that he was her son, but this blatant admission on his part almost made her fall over. Composing herself, Bulma turned around to face her son. "Yes Trunks?"
Trunks couldn't help but grin. His mother always took everything in stride. "I have something I need to tell you."
"What is it?"
Trunks paused. How to begin? Well, best not to beat around the bush. Bracing himself, Trunks said in a rush, "Goku's not my father. Vegeta is. I tried to convince you that Goku was, because I was afraid that if you found out it was Vegeta I might never be born, but now that I don't have to worry about that, I thought it best that I tell you the truth!"
Bulma just stared at him. "Goku's not your father?"
"Umm, no."
"……"
"Umm, Mom?"
"AAAAAAAAGHHHHH! How DARE you let me think something like that about Goku! ARGH! I felt like such a horrible person knowing that I, or even one of my future counterparts could do something like that to my friends! Damnit Trunks! What do you have to say for yourself?!" Bulma screeched.
"Umm, sorry?" Trunks offered. Bulma sure did catch onto the whole motherly- guilt thing quickly!
"Mom?" Trunks asked, but Bulma just stood frozen as if something had finally registered. "Mom?"
"Trunks," Bulma began slowly, " If Vegeta's your father, and you don't have to worry about not being born anymore, does that mean…"
Trunks blushed, "Umm, yeah. You're pregnant."
Bulma was in shock. "But how do you know?! I mean until last night, Vegeta and I never…I mean we never…"
Trunks blushed again and cut in with a slightly nauseated expression on his face, "I know exactly what you mean. You don't have to say it. As to how I know, well, I guess it's just a weird quirk associated with time travel. You see, according to my father's data banks, the ones you downloaded from his pod the first time he was here, Saiyan's have particularly keen senses when it comes to things like pregnancy. There was a whole section on Saiyan biology, and I rather think that it has something to do with their primitive ancestors and…" Trunks began, but cut off when he saw the growing look of annoyance crossing Bulma's face. "Right. Anyway, I learned from the logs that the father of the child can usually sense that his mate is pregnant within a few days of conception, and after about a week or so, pretty much any Saiyan who cared to do so could sense it."
Bulma tapped her foot in annoyance, "Trunks, you still haven't explained how you know that I'm pregnant. It hasn't even been a whole day yet since…" Bulma blushed.
Trunks grimaced, "Sorry, I was coming to that. You see, as I said, it must be a strange by-product of time travel. I don't think I WOULD have noticed, except when you were coming into the kitchen, I sensed my own ki coming from somewhere else! Do you have any idea how startling that is?"
Bulma blinked slowly and nodded absently in agreement. "Trunks—do you know where Goku is? I really need to explain this to him—I've been avoiding him for the last couple of days, and I'd really like to apologize. I mean, he's my best friend, and he's been going through a tough time too, with Chi- Chi and all…"
Trunks had the grace to look embarassed, "Umm, I think he's up in his room. I know he tried to go get Gohan to spar, but Chi-Chi wouldn't let him go, and Piccolo wasn't there, so…"
Bulma smiled slightly, "Thanks Trunks," she said, turning to walk in the direction of Goku's room.
"Mom?"
She paused, "Yeah?"
"……I'm sorry for all this."
"It's ok. It's not your fault," Bulma smiled back at him, and continued up to Goku's room. She needed someone to talk to.
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Vegeta woke with a start. Something was wrong. Looking warily around, he noticed the woman was gone, which made him realize that these feeling were not his own. The woman was upset about something.
Vegeta climbed to his feet, dressed, and made his was towards the source of the disturbance. Halting, Vegeta found himself just outside of Kakkarott's room.
*What the hell is she doing in there,* he thought angrily to himself, ready to burst through the door and demand an explanation.
Putting his hand on the door, he halted when he heard her cries. Through the crack in the door, he could see her sitting on Kakkarott's lap with her arms around his neck. He was gently stroking her back and she had her face buried in his shoulder. They were speaking so quietly that even Vegeta's sensitive Saiyan hearing could only make out bits and pieces of the conversation.
"….pregnant…do? …say…I love you…" Vegeta heard Bulma say. His eyes widened with shock. The woman was pregnant? He carefully extended his senses, but could sense nothing. A Saiyan could sense these things much earlier than any of this planet's pitiful instruments. If Bulma already knew she was pregnant, and Vegeta couldn't yet sense it, the only one who could have told her would have been Kakkarott. He had to be the father of the child that the woman was carrying. It was the only explanation as to why he would be able to sense it where Vegeta could not. He had been right. The boy from the future must be the child of Kakkarott and this woman. It explained everything. Even how he could be a Super Saiyan….
Vegeta felt something in the pit of his stomach tighten. He had to go. Get away, somewhere. He still had his goal to become a Super Saiyan—he would pursue that until he was forced to return. He knew that he would have to return to his mate eventually. No matter what choices she had made, he had made his when he bit her last night. Reaching up, Vegeta absently rubbed the spot where she had bitten him in return. It didn't mean anything. To her, it was probably just another aspect of their love play.
Vegeta pulled himself up straight. He was the Prince of all Saiyans. As he stomped his way out of the house and to his awaiting spacepod, Vegeta couldn't help but wonder why the reminder of his heritage didn't work this time. It always had before.
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"Oh, Goku, what am I going to do?" Bulma sobbed into his comforting shoulder. "How could I have let this happen? I mean it's enough that I'm pregnant, but do I have to love him to? What am I going to do? Walk up to him and say, 'I love you Vegeta'?"
Goku soothed the woman in his arms. He had known something was going on with Bulma, but the explanation she provided had taken him totally by surprise. He couldn't help but think that Trunks was just like his mother, with his devious little schemes.
Neither of them noticed the presence that hovered in the doorway, and neither of them even guessed that anything at all was wrong, until they felt the earth begin to shake.
Running to the window, Bulma threw aside the shades in time to see a small speck disappearing into space. The space where Vegeta's capsule, which housed the dreaded gravity chamber, had sat, was empty.
Bulma's eyes filled with tears as she felt Goku's comforting hand on her shoulder. "Vegeta…"
***Necessary sad chappie. =*( Poor Veggie, Poor Bulma! Next Chapter up tomorrow, we're in the home stretch here people! R&R please!***