See, I told you to check back frequently, didn't I. But, noooooo, you didn't believe me, did you? I've got soooo many things that I want to get done, and for some reason, I'm stuck as to where to start. So, I figure I'll do this, start writing, and see where it takes me, sounds like a good plan, eh? So, since you've been such faithful readers, I'm giving you a reward, keep checking back for new chaps, and there's going to be lots of them in a very short amount of time...oh, and why you're here, you might want to check out the next chappie, I posted it at the same time as this one...Ok, I'll stop babblin now, and let you get to reading. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own my shoes :)
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Last time, on The Vow:
"Yeah, he knows everything, he says he'll be the baby's father." Bulma replied happily.
"Bulma, Goku says he's on his way over, I've gotta get back to making lunch now, I'll talk to you later hon...bye bye." With that, Chi Chi hung up, and Bulma turned around to face a startled Goku.
"Bulma..."
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"Bulma..." Goku began, his expression worried. "Um, can I talk to you for a minute?" He asked quietly.
"Yeah, sure, what's on your mind?" She replied back, more than a bit puzzled.
"Um..I was thinking more along the lines of ALONE." He replied, the serious tone of his voice catching Bulma completely off-guard.
They walked outside and sat at the table on the patio. Bulma started to grow more and more concerned as she looked at Goku's expression. "Um..Goku, are you gonna tell me what's going on? You look like someone's died!" She told him.
"That's what I'm afraid of, Bulma. Vegeta'll kill him, you realize that, right?" He asked her, as he motioned to the man standing in her kitchen.
"Why should Vegeta care what I do? He didn't care enough to stay around, what's it matter if I actually move on with my life? After all, it's not like we're married, it was a one night stand, and nothing more." She said, her tone suddenly becoming angry.
"That's the thing Bulma, I think it was ALOT more than a one night stand, to both of you. Vegeta's laid a claim on you, and if he catches Yamcha with you, then he'll kill him for touching what's his. It's as simple as that. He'll be back Bulma, and I don't want to see anyone get hurt, and to tell you the truth, if Vegeta saw you with Yamcha, he could hurt YOU, I seriously don't think he would, but if it's one thing I've learned about Vegeta, it's to never underestimate him." Goku replied before taking a deep breath and looking up at the sky.
"I don't BELONG to anyone Goku! He can't just waltz in and out of my life anytime he wants to! I will date who I want, when I want, and nothing that little elf can do or say will change my mind! You said you don't want him to hurt anybody, yet you're asking me to give up my life for a person that doesn't give a damn about me? I'm sorry Goku, I can't do that." Bulma stated rather calmly before standing up from the table and walking back into the house.
"That's just what I thought you'd say." Goku said aloud after she'd walked back inside. "What in the hell am I gonna do with these people?" He asked again, as if waiting for an answer that he knew would never come. He looked back inside at the "happy" couple before turning on his heel and taking to the air in the direction of his home.
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Bulma jumped out of the bed frantically, and rushed to the nearest toilet, quickly dispersing the contents of her stomach into it. She sat on the floor, leaning back on the sink, and cried silently into her hands. She tried to convince herself it was nothing more than a mere stomach flu, but she knew otherwise, whether she was willing to admit it or not. Satisfied that the spell had passed, she crawled back into the bed, and snuggled up to the man lying next to her. His arm instinctively went out to wrap around her waist, giving a content sigh, she closed her eyes, and drifted of to sleep, with the man she was supposed to love lying next to her.
She awoke a few hours later, the nausea had returned, but luckily for her, there was nothing left of her dinner from the previous night for her to lose, so she stood over her toilet for nearly 30 minutes dry-heaving, her stomach desperate to throw up what wasn't there. She walked back into the bedroom, and was met by a concerned Yamcha.
"You ok babe? You don't look so good." He said in a concerned voice.
Bulma just gave him the Back-off-buster-it's-too-damn-early look, and he backed off silently. "I'm making a doctor's appointment for later, you wanna come with me? Or do you want to stay here and wait?" she asked him, already knowing what the answer would be.
"Um, I think I'd like to go with you, if that's ok." Yamcha replied, enjoying the look of shock that crossed Bulma's face.
"Uh, ok, yeah, sure, you can go, yeah, I'd like that." She said back, her suprise apparent in her voice.
"Great, you go call the doctor, and I'll jump in the shower, ok?" Yamcha said before giving her a quick kiss on the forehead and walking to the bathroom, towel in hand.
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Two hours later, they were sitting in the waiting room of the doctor's office. Nearby, a child sat playing, and Bulma watched wistfully, as if in a trance, she was so out of it, that she didn't hear the nurse call her name, and Yamcha had to poke her in the ribs twice just to get her to look away.
"Um, babe? Babe? They're calling your name." She snapped back to reality to hear Yamcha talking to her. He took her gently by the arm, and half pushed, half pulled her into a corridor with rooms lining both walls. The nurse stared at Bulma for a moment before leading them into the third room, and upon promising that the doctor would be in shortly, she made her exit, closing the door with a click behind her.
"Sorry about that, I was just zoning, I guess." Bulma told Yamcha sheepishly.
"No prob, we're all allowed to daydream every now and then, there's no harm in it." He said before jumping up onto the examination table with her, and taking her into his arms. She fell asleep like that, so she wasn't entirely sure how long it had been before the doctor walked in, and gave her a warm smile.
"Ah, hello there Miss Briefs, and how are you feeling this morning?" He asked her kindly.
"Not too well, I've been having alot of stomach problems lately, vomiting and things like that. I don't know if it's a virus, or...." Bulma let her voice trail off at the last part, but the doctor seemed to understand completely, and led her from the room to a tiny bathroom at the end of the hall.
He handed her a cup from behind a desk, and motioned to the bathroom door. "I'm sure you know what to do." He told her before walking off to another patient's room.
Bulma looked at the cup for a moment, before walking in and doing her dirty work. She returned a moment later with a full cup, and she left it on the window next to the desk. She took her time on walking back to the room, as if trying to prevent the inevitable.
When she got there, she was shocked to see Yamcha standing there, looking fairly worried. "Hey babe, what'd he tell you? Are you OK? Is it a virus?" He asked quickly.
"Nothing, Yes, and I don't know." She said simply before walking back to the examination table and hopping up to sit on it.
The pair sat in silence for the next five minutes, until there came a short knock on the door, and the doctor walked back in, a slight smile pulling at the edges of his mouth. He walked over to Yamcha and patted him on the back. "Well son, it looks like you're going to be a daddy." He said cheerfully.
Yamcha turned to look at Bulma, he sat there for a moment looking at her horrified expression, before looking back at the doctor, and passing out.
The next thing he knew, he was back at Capsule Corp, in bed, with a crying Bulma sitting beside him, with her back to him.
"Hey, why the tears?" He asked her gently.
"I'm so, so sorry Yamcha, I didn't know I was gonna end up pregnant, I figured that it would never happen to me, ya know." She sobbed to him, practically throwing herself into his arms.
Yamcha comforted her until she fell asleep, and then he too drifted back off into lalaland, a smile on his face.
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HEHEHEHE! Okie dokie! There's the first one, now go on, go to the next one now! You know you want to! Heh, hope you guys liked, The next chap holds a few, shall we say...suprises.
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Disclaimer: I own my shoes :)
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Last time, on The Vow:
"Yeah, he knows everything, he says he'll be the baby's father." Bulma replied happily.
"Bulma, Goku says he's on his way over, I've gotta get back to making lunch now, I'll talk to you later hon...bye bye." With that, Chi Chi hung up, and Bulma turned around to face a startled Goku.
"Bulma..."
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"Bulma..." Goku began, his expression worried. "Um, can I talk to you for a minute?" He asked quietly.
"Yeah, sure, what's on your mind?" She replied back, more than a bit puzzled.
"Um..I was thinking more along the lines of ALONE." He replied, the serious tone of his voice catching Bulma completely off-guard.
They walked outside and sat at the table on the patio. Bulma started to grow more and more concerned as she looked at Goku's expression. "Um..Goku, are you gonna tell me what's going on? You look like someone's died!" She told him.
"That's what I'm afraid of, Bulma. Vegeta'll kill him, you realize that, right?" He asked her, as he motioned to the man standing in her kitchen.
"Why should Vegeta care what I do? He didn't care enough to stay around, what's it matter if I actually move on with my life? After all, it's not like we're married, it was a one night stand, and nothing more." She said, her tone suddenly becoming angry.
"That's the thing Bulma, I think it was ALOT more than a one night stand, to both of you. Vegeta's laid a claim on you, and if he catches Yamcha with you, then he'll kill him for touching what's his. It's as simple as that. He'll be back Bulma, and I don't want to see anyone get hurt, and to tell you the truth, if Vegeta saw you with Yamcha, he could hurt YOU, I seriously don't think he would, but if it's one thing I've learned about Vegeta, it's to never underestimate him." Goku replied before taking a deep breath and looking up at the sky.
"I don't BELONG to anyone Goku! He can't just waltz in and out of my life anytime he wants to! I will date who I want, when I want, and nothing that little elf can do or say will change my mind! You said you don't want him to hurt anybody, yet you're asking me to give up my life for a person that doesn't give a damn about me? I'm sorry Goku, I can't do that." Bulma stated rather calmly before standing up from the table and walking back into the house.
"That's just what I thought you'd say." Goku said aloud after she'd walked back inside. "What in the hell am I gonna do with these people?" He asked again, as if waiting for an answer that he knew would never come. He looked back inside at the "happy" couple before turning on his heel and taking to the air in the direction of his home.
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Bulma jumped out of the bed frantically, and rushed to the nearest toilet, quickly dispersing the contents of her stomach into it. She sat on the floor, leaning back on the sink, and cried silently into her hands. She tried to convince herself it was nothing more than a mere stomach flu, but she knew otherwise, whether she was willing to admit it or not. Satisfied that the spell had passed, she crawled back into the bed, and snuggled up to the man lying next to her. His arm instinctively went out to wrap around her waist, giving a content sigh, she closed her eyes, and drifted of to sleep, with the man she was supposed to love lying next to her.
She awoke a few hours later, the nausea had returned, but luckily for her, there was nothing left of her dinner from the previous night for her to lose, so she stood over her toilet for nearly 30 minutes dry-heaving, her stomach desperate to throw up what wasn't there. She walked back into the bedroom, and was met by a concerned Yamcha.
"You ok babe? You don't look so good." He said in a concerned voice.
Bulma just gave him the Back-off-buster-it's-too-damn-early look, and he backed off silently. "I'm making a doctor's appointment for later, you wanna come with me? Or do you want to stay here and wait?" she asked him, already knowing what the answer would be.
"Um, I think I'd like to go with you, if that's ok." Yamcha replied, enjoying the look of shock that crossed Bulma's face.
"Uh, ok, yeah, sure, you can go, yeah, I'd like that." She said back, her suprise apparent in her voice.
"Great, you go call the doctor, and I'll jump in the shower, ok?" Yamcha said before giving her a quick kiss on the forehead and walking to the bathroom, towel in hand.
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Two hours later, they were sitting in the waiting room of the doctor's office. Nearby, a child sat playing, and Bulma watched wistfully, as if in a trance, she was so out of it, that she didn't hear the nurse call her name, and Yamcha had to poke her in the ribs twice just to get her to look away.
"Um, babe? Babe? They're calling your name." She snapped back to reality to hear Yamcha talking to her. He took her gently by the arm, and half pushed, half pulled her into a corridor with rooms lining both walls. The nurse stared at Bulma for a moment before leading them into the third room, and upon promising that the doctor would be in shortly, she made her exit, closing the door with a click behind her.
"Sorry about that, I was just zoning, I guess." Bulma told Yamcha sheepishly.
"No prob, we're all allowed to daydream every now and then, there's no harm in it." He said before jumping up onto the examination table with her, and taking her into his arms. She fell asleep like that, so she wasn't entirely sure how long it had been before the doctor walked in, and gave her a warm smile.
"Ah, hello there Miss Briefs, and how are you feeling this morning?" He asked her kindly.
"Not too well, I've been having alot of stomach problems lately, vomiting and things like that. I don't know if it's a virus, or...." Bulma let her voice trail off at the last part, but the doctor seemed to understand completely, and led her from the room to a tiny bathroom at the end of the hall.
He handed her a cup from behind a desk, and motioned to the bathroom door. "I'm sure you know what to do." He told her before walking off to another patient's room.
Bulma looked at the cup for a moment, before walking in and doing her dirty work. She returned a moment later with a full cup, and she left it on the window next to the desk. She took her time on walking back to the room, as if trying to prevent the inevitable.
When she got there, she was shocked to see Yamcha standing there, looking fairly worried. "Hey babe, what'd he tell you? Are you OK? Is it a virus?" He asked quickly.
"Nothing, Yes, and I don't know." She said simply before walking back to the examination table and hopping up to sit on it.
The pair sat in silence for the next five minutes, until there came a short knock on the door, and the doctor walked back in, a slight smile pulling at the edges of his mouth. He walked over to Yamcha and patted him on the back. "Well son, it looks like you're going to be a daddy." He said cheerfully.
Yamcha turned to look at Bulma, he sat there for a moment looking at her horrified expression, before looking back at the doctor, and passing out.
The next thing he knew, he was back at Capsule Corp, in bed, with a crying Bulma sitting beside him, with her back to him.
"Hey, why the tears?" He asked her gently.
"I'm so, so sorry Yamcha, I didn't know I was gonna end up pregnant, I figured that it would never happen to me, ya know." She sobbed to him, practically throwing herself into his arms.
Yamcha comforted her until she fell asleep, and then he too drifted back off into lalaland, a smile on his face.
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HEHEHEHE! Okie dokie! There's the first one, now go on, go to the next one now! You know you want to! Heh, hope you guys liked, The next chap holds a few, shall we say...suprises.
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