Hi Hi Hi! Here I am, yet again, bringing you a WONDERFUL (Ok, maybe not wonderful, but GOOD) chappie! Oh, and sorry again for the last one being so short, but me thinks me's getting sick...Sleep has become very valuable to me lately... I hope this chap makes up for it...and YES, I am well aware that Yamcha is still living, just trust me, the story ends with V/B, so no matter what happens, bear that in mind...Ok, I think I've said my piece now...ON WITH THE FIC!!!
Disclaimer: I own...my toothbrush! (At least I hope I do...)
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Last time, on The Vow:
She stepped out of the car, and Yamcha couldn't help but smile a bit at the sight of her. You could only tell she was pregnant from the side, and the dress did a great job of showing off her long legs. She walked towards him quickly, a huge smile upon her face, and pulled him into a warm embrace as soon as she was close enough.
"How about lunch? I know you've gotta be starving for something that isn't hospital food." She said before taking his hand. They walked to the car like that, much to the disqust of the strange man with the spiky hair that stood atop the hospital building, watching from afar.
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A very unhappy Vegeta flew back to Capsule Corps, with a very unhappy frown upon his face. "Crazy human woman, she wasn't REALLY supposed to go back to him!" he growled to himself. *Well, Vegeta, you DID tell her to.* His mind told him, stating the obvious. "WOULD YOU SHUT UP?!" He exclaimed aloud before realizing that it was himself he was arguing with.
He decided that now was not the best time to go back, as he didn't want to have to face Bulma any more than was absolutely necessary. But, he had to admit, things could definately get interesting with the Scarred fighter around...Very interesting indeed.
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Goku stood in the clearing next to his home, looking up at the clear blue sky. He glanced around a bit, a genuinely confused look on his face. Vegeta's ki had jumped a bit for just a moment, and then it was gone again. What worried Goku even more was the fact that it seemed to be coming from the hospital. He stood there for a moment, debating what to do, before ChiChi walked out next to him, her hands on her hips.
"And just what might I ask are YOU doing?" She asked him playfully.
"Vegeta's ki just jumped, and I was worried about Yamcha..That's all." He responded before putting an arm around her shoulder and pulling her closer to him.
"Well, did it ever occur to you that perhaps you should check for Yamcha's ki? I mean, that would be the intellegent thing to do." She responded before looking up to the sky again.
"Yeah, you're right...I wonder why I didn't think about that..after all, I'm intelligent." He told her, before attempting to concentrate on Yamcha's ki. His concentration was broken however, by ChiChi's voice.
"Goku, I don't think I've ever seen or heard you do something INTELLIGENT before in my life. Heroic, yes, brave, absolutely, but never, EVER intelligent." She replied before punching him lightly in the shoulder.
"HEY! I can so be intelligent!" He mocked a hurt look, and pulled his arm around her again, tighter this time.
"Oh yeah, prove it!" She told him, the challenge evident in her voice.
"If you say you think, you only think that you think, but you don't think at all!" He exclimed happily, before turning to look at ChiChi who had fallen to the floor suddenly.
"Um..Chi? Did I say something wrong?" He asked her, before pokiing her in the ribs lightly.
"Goku, you have got to be either the dumbest man on the face of the earth, or the smartest, I'm not sure which yet." She said before running into the house, leaving a thoughtful Goku standing behind.
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Bulma and Yamcha returned home late that night, to find an irritated Vegeta standing in the doorway waiting for them.
"Woman! The gravity chamber's been down for half the day! I WOULD have asked you to fix it, but I can see that you prefer the company of...how should I put this...imbeciles." He said with a smirk.
"Vegeta, I've had a rather good day, PLEASE don't ruin it. Yamcha and I would just like to go to bed now, if you don't mind." Bulma replied, smirking slightly as she saw a rather heated look pass over Vegeta's face. She stepped around the angry prince,and ran up the stairs, dragging a terrified Yamcha up behind her. She heard Vegeta mutter a few choice words, before slamming the door to her room, and turning to face a now Very pale Yamcha.
"So, um...do..is everything OK?" She asked, suddenly well aware that there was a good possibility that everything WASN'T ok.
"Goku gave me a senzu bean...We're just not sure if it fixed EVERYTHING." He said, before turning a bright red color.
"Well, care to find out?" She said before walking over to him rather sexily. She was almost there when the phone rang. She gave an exhausted sigh before running quickly to the phone and answering it.
"Hello? Yeah Goku, this is Bulma, what'd ya need? No, I don't think Vegeta will mind if you come over to spar...Come to think of it...I don't think Vegeta's ever minded someone coming over to spar. Yeah, Yamcha's here, um, I don't know Goku, no, as a matter of fact, I was just about to see...No Goku, I'm not a doctor, yeah, I'll make sure to wash my hands first...Ok Goku, see you later. Bye Bye." She hung up quickly, and shook her head as the pure naivety of the younger Saiyan.
"What'd He have to say?" Yamcha asked her, before sitting on the bed, and pulling her pregnant form down to sit in his lap.
"Well, he asked if everything was all better with you, and I told him I was about to check, so he said that he never knew I was a doctor, and that I should be very careful to wash my hands before I checked so that I didn't spread germs." She said, shaking her head more viciously this time.
"For someone as strong as Goku is, you'd think he'd catch the drift SOMETIMES." Yamcha replied, before leaning back on the bed, bringing Bulma with him.
"Well, whaddya say we get back to work?" Bulma asked him before sliding up to kiss him.
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Vegeta was walking past Bulma's door on his way to his own, when he heard the unmistakable moans and grunts of lovemaking coming from within. He fought with himself for a moment, debating on whether to bust down the door, or continue on his way. In the end, his sensible (Vegeta?! SENSIBLE?!) side won out, and he proceeded down the hall.
He laid back on his bed, the paper thin walls, combined with his extra sensitive hearing doing nothing to solve his problem. Every sound made in the room next door making him a bit more angry. He stood it for as long as he could before retreating from the house, afraid that he would burst through the room and kill the woman and her weakling mate. He started to the gravity chamber, but before he got there, he was greeted by a familiar voice, and cursed silently to himself before turning to face Goku.
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Bulma emerged from her room sleepily a few hours later, a large grin plastered on her face. She walked down the hall sleepily, and nearly ran into a cheerful Goku.
"Woah, excuse me Bulma, didn't mean to bump into ya! Hey! Did you ever find out if Yamcha's..umm...is working again? You said on the phone you were getting ready to check." He exclaimed happily.
"Oh yeah, Goku, it's working JUST fine." She proclaimed merrily before continuing on her way down the steps. She walked into the kitchen, and was less than happy to see the Saiyan Prince standing in the door of the still empty refrigerator. "Is all you ever do eat?" She asked him rudely, before grabbing an apple off of the counter, and plopping down at the table. She was met by nothing but an icy glare and stony silence.
And that's how things continued between the two for the next couple months or so. Every now and then, and few cold words would be exchanged between the two, but even then, there would be the dirty looks, and they would just continue on their way. An obvious tension hung in the air whenever the two were present, and Yamcha made more than sure to steer clear of the path of the Saiyan Prince.
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One night in the middle of November, a shrill scream was heard coming from Bulma's bedroom, sending Yamcha, Goku and Vegeta hurtling into action. Goku was the first to her side, and unfortunately, the one to substain the brunt of the brutal insults that Bulma was screaming. She sat, slumped against the wall in the bathroom, a puddle of clear liquid growing steadily around her. She grabbed Goku by the shirt, and pulled him down so he was at eye level with her.
"You warn that dirty prince of yours that if I EVER see him again, I'll kill him, and EVERY OTHER man that I feel might have been even PARTIALLY to blame for this, you understand me?" She growled, causing Goku to do the first thing that came to mind. Scream. She jerked backwards a bit, before clutching her stomach, and letting out a shreik of pain. And to make matters worse, Vegeta chose that moment in time to walk through the door.
"WOMAN! What the hell are you shrieking about?" He asked calmly, at least he was calm, until he saw Bulma on the floor writhing in pain, and Goku crouching next to her, screaming. "Will someone please tell me what in the hell is going on here?" He screamed, causing both Goku and Bulma to look up.
Yamcha entered the room next, out of breath, he wan't paying attention to where he was going, and stumbled over Vegeta's foot.
"Watch it HUMAN." He spat, before walking closer to where Bulma sat.
"Bite me Vegeta. There are other things to worry about here, besides your perfect little pride. Goku, you get her to the hospital, me and Vegeta will follow you with her things." Yamcha exclaimed before running to Bulma's side, and picking her up. He handed her gently to Goku, who stood there dumbfounded for a moment, before snapping back to reality.
"But Yamcha, why does Bulma need to go to the hospital? Is she sick?" He asked, rather confused.
"No Goku, but you're gonna be if you don't get her there soon,she's having the baby, and I don't think she's going to take you standing around doing nothing lightly." Yamcha told him, before rushing to her closet and pulling out two large bags.
"Oh, ok, see ya later." Goku replied before shifting Bulma's weight in his hands, and placing two fingers to his head. Within a second, he was gone, leaving two worried men behind.
Yamcha ran around frantically, grabbing anything and everything he thought she might need. He wasn't going to be the one to piss her off, and judging from the looks the Saiyan Prince was giving him, all hell was about to break loose. He crammed her toothbrush into a bag, tossed it to Vegeta, and took to the air, leaving a less than happy Saiyan fuming behind him.
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Goku walked through the double doors of the hospital, and the nurse at the desk eyed him warily. Goku smiled sheepishly, before lifting Bulma up slightly. The nurse sprang into action, upon seeing the barely conscious, yet VERY pregnant woman in his arms.
The next thing Goku knew, Bulma had been whisked away from him, and he was being ushered into a tiny room. "Now, put these on, and hurry." The nurse snapped at him, before closing the door to let him change. Goku walked from the room dressed in a set of blue scrubs, a mask, and a hair net type hat that didn't want to stay on his head. The nursed dragged him down the hall to another room, where Bulma lay on a hospital bed.
"Um..but..." Goku started, but he was soon cut off.
"Now, no buts, you get right in there, and comfort your wife." The nurse snapped at him before turning on her heel and walking away.
"But...she's not MY wife!" Goku murmered before walking into the room where Bulma lay.
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Yamcha flew as fast as he could in the direction of the hospital. not even turning around when he felt Vegeta behind him. The two flew in silence, not so my as casting a glance to each other as they went. When they arrived at the hospital, a nurse ushered them into a tiny waiting room, where they waited patiently, or as patiently as possible for nearly four hours.
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Ok, Ms. Briefs, when I say push, Push and hold it for a count of ten, ok? Mr. Briefs, I need you to hold your wife's hand, and help her with her breathing, ok?" The doctor said calmly.
"Ok, I'll hold her hand, but she's not my wife. My wife's at home." Goku said, earning him a shocked look from everyone in the room.
"Damn straight I'm not your wife, and if I get out of this alive, I'll personally make sure your wife kills you and the rest of your damn race!" Bulma exclaimed as another contraction washed over her.
"Ok, Ms. Briefs, PUSH." The doctor ordered, and Bulma latched on to Goku's hand tightly, causing the Saiyan warrior to wince sharply. "Ok, now relax, that was great, I can see the head now, and it looks like he has a full head of hair!" The doctor said ecstatically. "Would you like to have a look?" He asked Goku, who paled visibly.
"DON'T YOU DARE!" Bulma screamed, causing both men to jump.
"I won't! I won't!" Goku screamed back, nearly in tears from Bulma gripping his hand.
"Ok, and again, Ms. Brief's, PUSH." The doctor called, and Goku nearly screamed from the pain in his hand.
"OW ow ow ow ow ow!" He exclaimed, earning him a dirty look from the blue haired woman.
"OK, last time, PUSH." The doctor called once more, Bulma screamed once, Goku screamed once, and then all was quiet except for the cries of a tiny baby.
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Goku walked to the waiting room, completely drained, and cradling his injured hand. He walked through the door, and was met by the glares of two men, both anxiously awaiting the news.
"It's a healthy baby boy." Goku stated, before breaking down into tears.
"Goku, is she ok? She's not hurt is she?!" Yamcha exclaimed,jumping from his chair.
"No, she's ok...but I'm Not! Look at me! I mean... I'm crippled!" He exclaimed, holding up his injured hand.
A nurse walked into the room about that time, with a bag of ice for Goku's hand. "The father of the baby can go in now. Now, which one of you is it?" She said, eyeing all three warily.
"I am." Vegeta and Yamcha said at the same time, before turning to glare at one another. Vegeta snarled, Yamcha growled, Goku hid, and the nurse tapped her foot impatiently.
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There, does that make up for yesterday's chap being so short? Hope so! Also, hope ya enjoyed poor Bulma's misery! Lol, and believe me, it's misery...Who's the father? What will Bulma have to say? And will Poor Goku's hand EVER heal? Find out on the next semi-exciting chapter of The Vow!!!
Disclaimer: I own...my toothbrush! (At least I hope I do...)
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Last time, on The Vow:
She stepped out of the car, and Yamcha couldn't help but smile a bit at the sight of her. You could only tell she was pregnant from the side, and the dress did a great job of showing off her long legs. She walked towards him quickly, a huge smile upon her face, and pulled him into a warm embrace as soon as she was close enough.
"How about lunch? I know you've gotta be starving for something that isn't hospital food." She said before taking his hand. They walked to the car like that, much to the disqust of the strange man with the spiky hair that stood atop the hospital building, watching from afar.
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A very unhappy Vegeta flew back to Capsule Corps, with a very unhappy frown upon his face. "Crazy human woman, she wasn't REALLY supposed to go back to him!" he growled to himself. *Well, Vegeta, you DID tell her to.* His mind told him, stating the obvious. "WOULD YOU SHUT UP?!" He exclaimed aloud before realizing that it was himself he was arguing with.
He decided that now was not the best time to go back, as he didn't want to have to face Bulma any more than was absolutely necessary. But, he had to admit, things could definately get interesting with the Scarred fighter around...Very interesting indeed.
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Goku stood in the clearing next to his home, looking up at the clear blue sky. He glanced around a bit, a genuinely confused look on his face. Vegeta's ki had jumped a bit for just a moment, and then it was gone again. What worried Goku even more was the fact that it seemed to be coming from the hospital. He stood there for a moment, debating what to do, before ChiChi walked out next to him, her hands on her hips.
"And just what might I ask are YOU doing?" She asked him playfully.
"Vegeta's ki just jumped, and I was worried about Yamcha..That's all." He responded before putting an arm around her shoulder and pulling her closer to him.
"Well, did it ever occur to you that perhaps you should check for Yamcha's ki? I mean, that would be the intellegent thing to do." She responded before looking up to the sky again.
"Yeah, you're right...I wonder why I didn't think about that..after all, I'm intelligent." He told her, before attempting to concentrate on Yamcha's ki. His concentration was broken however, by ChiChi's voice.
"Goku, I don't think I've ever seen or heard you do something INTELLIGENT before in my life. Heroic, yes, brave, absolutely, but never, EVER intelligent." She replied before punching him lightly in the shoulder.
"HEY! I can so be intelligent!" He mocked a hurt look, and pulled his arm around her again, tighter this time.
"Oh yeah, prove it!" She told him, the challenge evident in her voice.
"If you say you think, you only think that you think, but you don't think at all!" He exclimed happily, before turning to look at ChiChi who had fallen to the floor suddenly.
"Um..Chi? Did I say something wrong?" He asked her, before pokiing her in the ribs lightly.
"Goku, you have got to be either the dumbest man on the face of the earth, or the smartest, I'm not sure which yet." She said before running into the house, leaving a thoughtful Goku standing behind.
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Bulma and Yamcha returned home late that night, to find an irritated Vegeta standing in the doorway waiting for them.
"Woman! The gravity chamber's been down for half the day! I WOULD have asked you to fix it, but I can see that you prefer the company of...how should I put this...imbeciles." He said with a smirk.
"Vegeta, I've had a rather good day, PLEASE don't ruin it. Yamcha and I would just like to go to bed now, if you don't mind." Bulma replied, smirking slightly as she saw a rather heated look pass over Vegeta's face. She stepped around the angry prince,and ran up the stairs, dragging a terrified Yamcha up behind her. She heard Vegeta mutter a few choice words, before slamming the door to her room, and turning to face a now Very pale Yamcha.
"So, um...do..is everything OK?" She asked, suddenly well aware that there was a good possibility that everything WASN'T ok.
"Goku gave me a senzu bean...We're just not sure if it fixed EVERYTHING." He said, before turning a bright red color.
"Well, care to find out?" She said before walking over to him rather sexily. She was almost there when the phone rang. She gave an exhausted sigh before running quickly to the phone and answering it.
"Hello? Yeah Goku, this is Bulma, what'd ya need? No, I don't think Vegeta will mind if you come over to spar...Come to think of it...I don't think Vegeta's ever minded someone coming over to spar. Yeah, Yamcha's here, um, I don't know Goku, no, as a matter of fact, I was just about to see...No Goku, I'm not a doctor, yeah, I'll make sure to wash my hands first...Ok Goku, see you later. Bye Bye." She hung up quickly, and shook her head as the pure naivety of the younger Saiyan.
"What'd He have to say?" Yamcha asked her, before sitting on the bed, and pulling her pregnant form down to sit in his lap.
"Well, he asked if everything was all better with you, and I told him I was about to check, so he said that he never knew I was a doctor, and that I should be very careful to wash my hands before I checked so that I didn't spread germs." She said, shaking her head more viciously this time.
"For someone as strong as Goku is, you'd think he'd catch the drift SOMETIMES." Yamcha replied, before leaning back on the bed, bringing Bulma with him.
"Well, whaddya say we get back to work?" Bulma asked him before sliding up to kiss him.
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Vegeta was walking past Bulma's door on his way to his own, when he heard the unmistakable moans and grunts of lovemaking coming from within. He fought with himself for a moment, debating on whether to bust down the door, or continue on his way. In the end, his sensible (Vegeta?! SENSIBLE?!) side won out, and he proceeded down the hall.
He laid back on his bed, the paper thin walls, combined with his extra sensitive hearing doing nothing to solve his problem. Every sound made in the room next door making him a bit more angry. He stood it for as long as he could before retreating from the house, afraid that he would burst through the room and kill the woman and her weakling mate. He started to the gravity chamber, but before he got there, he was greeted by a familiar voice, and cursed silently to himself before turning to face Goku.
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Bulma emerged from her room sleepily a few hours later, a large grin plastered on her face. She walked down the hall sleepily, and nearly ran into a cheerful Goku.
"Woah, excuse me Bulma, didn't mean to bump into ya! Hey! Did you ever find out if Yamcha's..umm...is working again? You said on the phone you were getting ready to check." He exclaimed happily.
"Oh yeah, Goku, it's working JUST fine." She proclaimed merrily before continuing on her way down the steps. She walked into the kitchen, and was less than happy to see the Saiyan Prince standing in the door of the still empty refrigerator. "Is all you ever do eat?" She asked him rudely, before grabbing an apple off of the counter, and plopping down at the table. She was met by nothing but an icy glare and stony silence.
And that's how things continued between the two for the next couple months or so. Every now and then, and few cold words would be exchanged between the two, but even then, there would be the dirty looks, and they would just continue on their way. An obvious tension hung in the air whenever the two were present, and Yamcha made more than sure to steer clear of the path of the Saiyan Prince.
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One night in the middle of November, a shrill scream was heard coming from Bulma's bedroom, sending Yamcha, Goku and Vegeta hurtling into action. Goku was the first to her side, and unfortunately, the one to substain the brunt of the brutal insults that Bulma was screaming. She sat, slumped against the wall in the bathroom, a puddle of clear liquid growing steadily around her. She grabbed Goku by the shirt, and pulled him down so he was at eye level with her.
"You warn that dirty prince of yours that if I EVER see him again, I'll kill him, and EVERY OTHER man that I feel might have been even PARTIALLY to blame for this, you understand me?" She growled, causing Goku to do the first thing that came to mind. Scream. She jerked backwards a bit, before clutching her stomach, and letting out a shreik of pain. And to make matters worse, Vegeta chose that moment in time to walk through the door.
"WOMAN! What the hell are you shrieking about?" He asked calmly, at least he was calm, until he saw Bulma on the floor writhing in pain, and Goku crouching next to her, screaming. "Will someone please tell me what in the hell is going on here?" He screamed, causing both Goku and Bulma to look up.
Yamcha entered the room next, out of breath, he wan't paying attention to where he was going, and stumbled over Vegeta's foot.
"Watch it HUMAN." He spat, before walking closer to where Bulma sat.
"Bite me Vegeta. There are other things to worry about here, besides your perfect little pride. Goku, you get her to the hospital, me and Vegeta will follow you with her things." Yamcha exclaimed before running to Bulma's side, and picking her up. He handed her gently to Goku, who stood there dumbfounded for a moment, before snapping back to reality.
"But Yamcha, why does Bulma need to go to the hospital? Is she sick?" He asked, rather confused.
"No Goku, but you're gonna be if you don't get her there soon,she's having the baby, and I don't think she's going to take you standing around doing nothing lightly." Yamcha told him, before rushing to her closet and pulling out two large bags.
"Oh, ok, see ya later." Goku replied before shifting Bulma's weight in his hands, and placing two fingers to his head. Within a second, he was gone, leaving two worried men behind.
Yamcha ran around frantically, grabbing anything and everything he thought she might need. He wasn't going to be the one to piss her off, and judging from the looks the Saiyan Prince was giving him, all hell was about to break loose. He crammed her toothbrush into a bag, tossed it to Vegeta, and took to the air, leaving a less than happy Saiyan fuming behind him.
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Goku walked through the double doors of the hospital, and the nurse at the desk eyed him warily. Goku smiled sheepishly, before lifting Bulma up slightly. The nurse sprang into action, upon seeing the barely conscious, yet VERY pregnant woman in his arms.
The next thing Goku knew, Bulma had been whisked away from him, and he was being ushered into a tiny room. "Now, put these on, and hurry." The nurse snapped at him, before closing the door to let him change. Goku walked from the room dressed in a set of blue scrubs, a mask, and a hair net type hat that didn't want to stay on his head. The nursed dragged him down the hall to another room, where Bulma lay on a hospital bed.
"Um..but..." Goku started, but he was soon cut off.
"Now, no buts, you get right in there, and comfort your wife." The nurse snapped at him before turning on her heel and walking away.
"But...she's not MY wife!" Goku murmered before walking into the room where Bulma lay.
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Yamcha flew as fast as he could in the direction of the hospital. not even turning around when he felt Vegeta behind him. The two flew in silence, not so my as casting a glance to each other as they went. When they arrived at the hospital, a nurse ushered them into a tiny waiting room, where they waited patiently, or as patiently as possible for nearly four hours.
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Ok, Ms. Briefs, when I say push, Push and hold it for a count of ten, ok? Mr. Briefs, I need you to hold your wife's hand, and help her with her breathing, ok?" The doctor said calmly.
"Ok, I'll hold her hand, but she's not my wife. My wife's at home." Goku said, earning him a shocked look from everyone in the room.
"Damn straight I'm not your wife, and if I get out of this alive, I'll personally make sure your wife kills you and the rest of your damn race!" Bulma exclaimed as another contraction washed over her.
"Ok, Ms. Briefs, PUSH." The doctor ordered, and Bulma latched on to Goku's hand tightly, causing the Saiyan warrior to wince sharply. "Ok, now relax, that was great, I can see the head now, and it looks like he has a full head of hair!" The doctor said ecstatically. "Would you like to have a look?" He asked Goku, who paled visibly.
"DON'T YOU DARE!" Bulma screamed, causing both men to jump.
"I won't! I won't!" Goku screamed back, nearly in tears from Bulma gripping his hand.
"Ok, and again, Ms. Brief's, PUSH." The doctor called, and Goku nearly screamed from the pain in his hand.
"OW ow ow ow ow ow!" He exclaimed, earning him a dirty look from the blue haired woman.
"OK, last time, PUSH." The doctor called once more, Bulma screamed once, Goku screamed once, and then all was quiet except for the cries of a tiny baby.
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Goku walked to the waiting room, completely drained, and cradling his injured hand. He walked through the door, and was met by the glares of two men, both anxiously awaiting the news.
"It's a healthy baby boy." Goku stated, before breaking down into tears.
"Goku, is she ok? She's not hurt is she?!" Yamcha exclaimed,jumping from his chair.
"No, she's ok...but I'm Not! Look at me! I mean... I'm crippled!" He exclaimed, holding up his injured hand.
A nurse walked into the room about that time, with a bag of ice for Goku's hand. "The father of the baby can go in now. Now, which one of you is it?" She said, eyeing all three warily.
"I am." Vegeta and Yamcha said at the same time, before turning to glare at one another. Vegeta snarled, Yamcha growled, Goku hid, and the nurse tapped her foot impatiently.
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There, does that make up for yesterday's chap being so short? Hope so! Also, hope ya enjoyed poor Bulma's misery! Lol, and believe me, it's misery...Who's the father? What will Bulma have to say? And will Poor Goku's hand EVER heal? Find out on the next semi-exciting chapter of The Vow!!!