[Disclaimer-I do not have the privilege of owning DB/Z/GT. That would be
Akira Toriyama, lucky dog!
{A/N-I don't really have anything to say, but since I included one every other time, I felt it would be unlucky to break the streak!]
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Last Time:
Vegeta:
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….
Bulma & Goku:
"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'?"
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…"
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Vegeta stared moodily out at the littered field of debris that had once been a planet. Smirking slightly to himself, he contemplated the events of the previous day.
He had come to this dead planet to train, convinced that the added pressure of a life and death situation might just push him over the edge into Super Saiyan. Either that or kill him. He hadn't particularly cared which, at the time.
But now that he had achieved the legendary status, had joined his exalted ancestors, and, he had to admit to himself, that baka Kakkarott, Vegeta found that he was without purpose. Without purpose, excepting one. The woman.
Vegeta grimaced to himself. Through his bond with her, he could feel her time nearing as Kakkarott's brat grew inside of her. Ignoring the sharp stab of pain that that thought caused him, Vegeta came to a decision and punched the familiar coordinates of the planet Earth into his console.
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Bulma sat wearily under a tree. Despite the rain that was beginning to fall, she made no move to seek shelter. The coolness felt good over her swollen abdomen. Closing her eyes she mused silently over the last few months, and how so many things had changed so quickly.
Within the space of a year, she had left Yamcha, her longstanding boyfriend, for good, and had fallen in love with an arrogant self-centered man, who was not actually a man, but a prince of an alien species, who, if his indications prior to that night were any evidence, could never love her back. A man who had gotten her pregnant and left the next day. *A man who I still love, none-the-less,* Bulma thought sadly.
Laying a hand on her protruding abdomen, Bulma tried to banish the picture of him from her eyes. He was gone, probably for good. *Sorry Trunks,* she said mentally, thinking back sadly to the young man who was her son from the future, *I guess you won't have a father in this timeline either.*
Trunks. He was such a sweet considerate boy, even if he did tend towards mischievousness, a trait you would never ascribe to him unless you knew him well. Trunks had stayed with her for several weeks after his time machine had been repaired, and would have stayed for longer had she let him. She'd had to all but force him out the door with wild stories of possible corruptions his presence in this timeline might cause. Bulma smiled. She really couldn't wait to see him again—even if his return would herald a new and unprecedented danger—a danger that had taken over the world in his time, and posed a real threat to do the same in this one. The only one standing in the way of that threat was Goku, the world's savior.
Goku. He'd been so supportive over these last few months. Even when Chi- Chi had relented and called him back after only the week she had earlier threatened, he had been there for her, taking time out of his busy training to check up on her. "Oh, Goku," Bulma sighed. If only Goku were the one she loved instead of Vegeta.
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"Oh Goku," the woman sitting under the tree sighed.
Vegeta felt his muscles tense as his mate sighed the name of his rival. He had arrived at his perch in a nearby tree just in time to be privy to this sigh.
Vegeta's eyes narrowed in annoyance and something like pain, but he settled back to watch her, as he had done for the last week.
Several minutes passed and Vegeta found himself wondering why the baka woman didn't seek shelter from the storm, being careful to keep his thoughts shielded, as always, so she did not sense him through his bond to her.
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After over an hour in the sopping rain, Bulma decided that it was time to be getting in.
Putting her hand against the tree, she heaved herself to her feet and was making her way towards the house when she felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen.
Startled for a moment, Bulma bent over and gasped in pain. Standing up, she realized that the wetness running down her legs was not just from the rain. Her water had broken.
Bulma paled. She wasn't due for another month yet, at least, and so had told her parents not to worry as they took off on yet another vacation, just like the one they had been enjoying during the time that Trunks was conceived.
Bulma gasped again, doubling over with pain. She didn't know if she could make it inside to the phone. The pain was just too intense.
Stumbling forward towards the door, she felt a warm hand on her shoulder, and felt herself being lifted up off the ground, taking flight before she knew it.
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Even though the link was shielded, Vegeta could still see the fear and confusion written on the woman's face. He flared his 'ki' a bit to shield her, and took off with her cradled gently in his arms.
Bulma stared up at the man who had rescued her in shock. Who was he? In the darkness with the rain blowing into her eyes, swamped with rolling waves of pain, she couldn't quite focus enough to make out his features. Soaked black hair that sagged messily on his head. And he could fly. "Goku?" asked Bulma questioningly, before her eyes rolled up, and her head sagged against the man's strong shoulder.
Vegeta flinched a bit at the name. So the woman thought that he was her baka lover. Grimacing a bit, Vegeta landed at a nearby medical facility, a hospital they called it, that he had chosen earlier that week for this event.
Striding through door, Vegeta grabbed the first person in a white lab coat that walked by. Bringing the squeaking white-faced human up to eye level, Vegeta demanded, "The woman is having a child. Provide assistance immediately!"
The shaken nurse led Vegeta quickly up the hall, where Bulma was placed gently in a wheelchair and taken away. Vegeta tried to follow, but was stopped by a stern faced woman who told him to wait until he was called.
Vegeta momentarily considered evaporating the nuisance, but decided against it. He had something else he needed to do anyway—he knew the woman would want it done.
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*::RING::*
*::RING::*
"Moshi Moshi, Son residence, Son Gohan speaking, how may I help you?" chirped Gohan politely.
"Put your baka father on brat," the voice replied gruffly.
"Vegeta-san?" Gohan asked in surprise.
"NOW BRAT!"
"Ok, hang on Vegeta-san!…..DAAAAAAAD……..PHOOOOOOOONE!!!!!"
Vegeta winced away from the phone and snarled in annoyance. Damn brat.
"Moshi Moshi, this is Son Goku!"
"Is that you Kakkarott?"
"VEGETA??!"
"Who else you moron?"
"Wow, sorry Vegeta, I just didn't think you knew how to use the phone!"
"Not ALL Saiyans are mentally deficient Kakkarott."
"Umm, ok…so, what's up Vegeta? Did Bulma tell you—"
"That's what I'm calling about Kakkarott. You are going to be a father again," Vegeta spat with a growl in his voice, "so you had better get to the hospital immediately." Vegeta slammed down the phone.
Goku scratched his head. He was going to be a father again? What was Vegeta talking about?
Suddenly Goku's eyes popped wide open. Yelping, he ran into the kitchen.
Chi-Chi looked up in annoyance as Goku entered the room. "No, Goku, dinner's not ready yet," Chi-Chi began to say when Goku rushed up and swung her into his arms.
"Chi-Chi, why didn't you TELL me," Goku exclaimed in panic, flying through the roof, and towards the hospital, the startled Chi-Chi cradled in his arms.
***Hehe, silly Goku! R&R please, next chapter will be up tomorrow!***
{A/N-I don't really have anything to say, but since I included one every other time, I felt it would be unlucky to break the streak!]
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Last Time:
Vegeta:
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….
Bulma & Goku:
"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'?"
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…"
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Vegeta stared moodily out at the littered field of debris that had once been a planet. Smirking slightly to himself, he contemplated the events of the previous day.
He had come to this dead planet to train, convinced that the added pressure of a life and death situation might just push him over the edge into Super Saiyan. Either that or kill him. He hadn't particularly cared which, at the time.
But now that he had achieved the legendary status, had joined his exalted ancestors, and, he had to admit to himself, that baka Kakkarott, Vegeta found that he was without purpose. Without purpose, excepting one. The woman.
Vegeta grimaced to himself. Through his bond with her, he could feel her time nearing as Kakkarott's brat grew inside of her. Ignoring the sharp stab of pain that that thought caused him, Vegeta came to a decision and punched the familiar coordinates of the planet Earth into his console.
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Bulma sat wearily under a tree. Despite the rain that was beginning to fall, she made no move to seek shelter. The coolness felt good over her swollen abdomen. Closing her eyes she mused silently over the last few months, and how so many things had changed so quickly.
Within the space of a year, she had left Yamcha, her longstanding boyfriend, for good, and had fallen in love with an arrogant self-centered man, who was not actually a man, but a prince of an alien species, who, if his indications prior to that night were any evidence, could never love her back. A man who had gotten her pregnant and left the next day. *A man who I still love, none-the-less,* Bulma thought sadly.
Laying a hand on her protruding abdomen, Bulma tried to banish the picture of him from her eyes. He was gone, probably for good. *Sorry Trunks,* she said mentally, thinking back sadly to the young man who was her son from the future, *I guess you won't have a father in this timeline either.*
Trunks. He was such a sweet considerate boy, even if he did tend towards mischievousness, a trait you would never ascribe to him unless you knew him well. Trunks had stayed with her for several weeks after his time machine had been repaired, and would have stayed for longer had she let him. She'd had to all but force him out the door with wild stories of possible corruptions his presence in this timeline might cause. Bulma smiled. She really couldn't wait to see him again—even if his return would herald a new and unprecedented danger—a danger that had taken over the world in his time, and posed a real threat to do the same in this one. The only one standing in the way of that threat was Goku, the world's savior.
Goku. He'd been so supportive over these last few months. Even when Chi- Chi had relented and called him back after only the week she had earlier threatened, he had been there for her, taking time out of his busy training to check up on her. "Oh, Goku," Bulma sighed. If only Goku were the one she loved instead of Vegeta.
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"Oh Goku," the woman sitting under the tree sighed.
Vegeta felt his muscles tense as his mate sighed the name of his rival. He had arrived at his perch in a nearby tree just in time to be privy to this sigh.
Vegeta's eyes narrowed in annoyance and something like pain, but he settled back to watch her, as he had done for the last week.
Several minutes passed and Vegeta found himself wondering why the baka woman didn't seek shelter from the storm, being careful to keep his thoughts shielded, as always, so she did not sense him through his bond to her.
______________________
After over an hour in the sopping rain, Bulma decided that it was time to be getting in.
Putting her hand against the tree, she heaved herself to her feet and was making her way towards the house when she felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen.
Startled for a moment, Bulma bent over and gasped in pain. Standing up, she realized that the wetness running down her legs was not just from the rain. Her water had broken.
Bulma paled. She wasn't due for another month yet, at least, and so had told her parents not to worry as they took off on yet another vacation, just like the one they had been enjoying during the time that Trunks was conceived.
Bulma gasped again, doubling over with pain. She didn't know if she could make it inside to the phone. The pain was just too intense.
Stumbling forward towards the door, she felt a warm hand on her shoulder, and felt herself being lifted up off the ground, taking flight before she knew it.
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Even though the link was shielded, Vegeta could still see the fear and confusion written on the woman's face. He flared his 'ki' a bit to shield her, and took off with her cradled gently in his arms.
Bulma stared up at the man who had rescued her in shock. Who was he? In the darkness with the rain blowing into her eyes, swamped with rolling waves of pain, she couldn't quite focus enough to make out his features. Soaked black hair that sagged messily on his head. And he could fly. "Goku?" asked Bulma questioningly, before her eyes rolled up, and her head sagged against the man's strong shoulder.
Vegeta flinched a bit at the name. So the woman thought that he was her baka lover. Grimacing a bit, Vegeta landed at a nearby medical facility, a hospital they called it, that he had chosen earlier that week for this event.
Striding through door, Vegeta grabbed the first person in a white lab coat that walked by. Bringing the squeaking white-faced human up to eye level, Vegeta demanded, "The woman is having a child. Provide assistance immediately!"
The shaken nurse led Vegeta quickly up the hall, where Bulma was placed gently in a wheelchair and taken away. Vegeta tried to follow, but was stopped by a stern faced woman who told him to wait until he was called.
Vegeta momentarily considered evaporating the nuisance, but decided against it. He had something else he needed to do anyway—he knew the woman would want it done.
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*::RING::*
*::RING::*
"Moshi Moshi, Son residence, Son Gohan speaking, how may I help you?" chirped Gohan politely.
"Put your baka father on brat," the voice replied gruffly.
"Vegeta-san?" Gohan asked in surprise.
"NOW BRAT!"
"Ok, hang on Vegeta-san!…..DAAAAAAAD……..PHOOOOOOOONE!!!!!"
Vegeta winced away from the phone and snarled in annoyance. Damn brat.
"Moshi Moshi, this is Son Goku!"
"Is that you Kakkarott?"
"VEGETA??!"
"Who else you moron?"
"Wow, sorry Vegeta, I just didn't think you knew how to use the phone!"
"Not ALL Saiyans are mentally deficient Kakkarott."
"Umm, ok…so, what's up Vegeta? Did Bulma tell you—"
"That's what I'm calling about Kakkarott. You are going to be a father again," Vegeta spat with a growl in his voice, "so you had better get to the hospital immediately." Vegeta slammed down the phone.
Goku scratched his head. He was going to be a father again? What was Vegeta talking about?
Suddenly Goku's eyes popped wide open. Yelping, he ran into the kitchen.
Chi-Chi looked up in annoyance as Goku entered the room. "No, Goku, dinner's not ready yet," Chi-Chi began to say when Goku rushed up and swung her into his arms.
"Chi-Chi, why didn't you TELL me," Goku exclaimed in panic, flying through the roof, and towards the hospital, the startled Chi-Chi cradled in his arms.
***Hehe, silly Goku! R&R please, next chapter will be up tomorrow!***