Hey there! Did you think I was dead? Well, I'm not dead, but I HAVE been in the hospital, so if you're wondering why I haven't updated, then there ya go :) Ok, now for my personal plug for this chappie, go read Crystalline Maxwell's GW fics dagnabbit, I'm not updating anymore until that girl gets some good reviews, got me? :) And then, when you're done with that, go check out Aina's fic Last Encounter, it's a T/P, and it kicks major ass :) Okie, I guess I made you guys wait long enough, ON WITH THE FIC!!!
Disclaimer: You don't wanna sue me, all I have are a bunch of Doctor's bills, and if you really want those, then I'll gladly just give em to ya!
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Last time, on The Vow:
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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The nurse stood there for a moment longer, before once again asking the dreaded question. "WHO is the father?" She directed to the two men that stood before her. They both turned from each other at that moment, and locked a death-glare onto the woman.
"I have a solution to all this, why don't we ask BULMA who the father is? After all, she should know." Yamcha stated before walking past the nurse, and into the maternity ward corridor, the Saiyan Prince hot on his heels. They made the short trip down the hall in complete silence, neither warrior even casting a sideways glance to the other. "208...209...here we go, 210." Yamcha said, breaking the icy silence that had descended upon them.
"I don't know why you bother HUMAN, you know what she's going to say." Vegeta told the taller warrior, before smirking, and walking through the large wooden door. He peered into the dimly lit room, his smirk widening a bit at the sight of Bulma, a tiny bundle wrapped in a blue blanket pulled close to her chest.
"Vegeta? Why did you even bother coming in here? It's not like you care what happens to either one of us." She told him, the ice still very apparent in her weakened, yet determined voice.
"I just came to see the brat, I could care less what you do. You're a grown woman, after all." He shot back, his tone equally vehement.
"Ok, Bulma, we have a slight problem here, the nurse needs to know the dad's name, and well, we didn't know which...." Yamcha let his voice trail off upon seeing the confusion that passed over Bulma's face.
"Before we worry about that, can we at least NAME the poor kid? I mean, I don't want him to be called him and he for the rest of his life." Bulma joked.
The door to her room opened, and in walked the same nurse that Vegeta and Yamcha had left standing in the waiting room only moments before.
"Miss Briefs, I don't mean to rush you, but the records department really needs to know all of the information for the baby's birth certificate, if you're not too busy of course." She said, casting a critical glance at the two men standing beside the bed.
"No, of course I'm not too busy, please, sit down." Bulma replied, before gesturing to the large armchair next to the bed.
"Ok, the first question is, I'm going to have to have the baby's name. Have you come up with anything yet?" The nurse asked her, a fake smile plastered on her face.
"Oh, well, we were actually working on that when you came in. Tell you what. Yamcha, you give me a name, and Vegeta...I suppose you can give me a name too, if you want to, of course. And I'll choose one, ok?" Bulma asked, her face bright once again.
Yamcha grinned like an idiot, and Vegeta merely "hmmphed", but Bulma knew both men well enough to know that they were both giving their acceptance to her plan.
"Well, I think we should name him Drake...I looked it up online, and it means 'dragon' I thought that would be fitting." Yamcha stated happily, a huge grin plastered on his face.
"I love the name, but I went to school with a guy named Drake, and he was an asshole, to say the least. Vegeta, do you have any ideas?" Bulma asked wearily.
"Vegeta the 8th, of course, he's a prince, he should have a prince's name." He replied gruffly.
"There's no way I'm naming my child Vegeta! I'd rather name him Trunks than Vegeta!" Bulma exclaimed, but lowered her voice once she remember the sleeping bundle in her arms.
"Trunks it is then." The nurse replied, ignoring the shocked looks she recieved from the people around her. She cast one side long look at the blue haired woman sitting on the bed before jotting the name down on the paper. "Next question...Father's name. I must admit, this is one that I'm rather anxious to find out myself." The nurse asked rather smugly.
"Oh, that's easy. Vegeta here's his biological father, and Yamcha's my fiancee, I guess that would make him a soon to be step dad." Bulma answered, trying her best to ignore the pained look that crossed Yamcha's face.
"Well, that's all I needed to know." Vegeta cut in, before flashing a smirk to Yamcha, and turning on his heel to walk from the room.
The nurse sighed quickly, before turning back to face Bulma once more. "Ok, now I need his last name, provided that you know it, of course." She remarked snidely, earning her a rather nasty look from Bulma.
"Well, for starters, he doesn't HAVE a last name, however, I don't think it's really any of your business what I know and what I don't, all you need to be worried about is how your handwriting looks, got that missy?" Bulma shot back, and the nurses ego deflated tremendously. "Now, as I said before, Vegeta doesn't have a last name, so just put...Prince down. Yes, Prince, that'll work out nicely." Bulma mumbled the last part more to herself than to anyone else.
The questioning continued on like that for a few more minutes, before the nurse announced that she had gathered all of the information she needed, and politely excused herself from the room.
Yamcha left a few hours later, upon Bulma's insistence that she would be fine, and that she'd sleep better knowing that he was at home, and that at least one of them was comfortable. He reluctantly obliged, with a promise to be back first thing in the morning.
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Vegeta flew around aimlessly for what seemed like an eternity, his thoughts becoming more and more jumbled by the minute. The woman actually admitted that he was the brat's father? He thought for a moment that she had perhaps lost too much blood, and wasn't thinking straight, but quickly pushed the thought aside, in hopes that she did it because she wanted to. He wasn't quite sure why, but there was a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach telling him that it NEEDED to be because she wanted to, and nothing else, but like everything else, he pushed it aside as well, before turning around, and heading back in the direction of the hospital, a look of sheer determination playing on his handsome (read: GORGEOUS) features....
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Okie, how was that? Good? Bad? Ugly? Yes, I realize it was short, but it's 7:31 in the morning here, and I haven't been to bed yet, see how much I love you guys? I sat up all night long just to get an update to you. And yes, I mean what I said about Crystalline's fics, I'd better start seeing some reviews on her stories! Ok, I won't force you to read em, but if you have a few extra minutes, please do, she's a great writer, and a great friend. Ok, I guess I've done enough ranting now, as always r/r, and I'll get the next chap up here shortly, probably won't be until thursday, cuz tomorrow's my Bday :) Buh bye guys, and thanks for not freaking out on me for not writin! Love ya!
Disclaimer: You don't wanna sue me, all I have are a bunch of Doctor's bills, and if you really want those, then I'll gladly just give em to ya!
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Last time, on The Vow:
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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The nurse stood there for a moment longer, before once again asking the dreaded question. "WHO is the father?" She directed to the two men that stood before her. They both turned from each other at that moment, and locked a death-glare onto the woman.
"I have a solution to all this, why don't we ask BULMA who the father is? After all, she should know." Yamcha stated before walking past the nurse, and into the maternity ward corridor, the Saiyan Prince hot on his heels. They made the short trip down the hall in complete silence, neither warrior even casting a sideways glance to the other. "208...209...here we go, 210." Yamcha said, breaking the icy silence that had descended upon them.
"I don't know why you bother HUMAN, you know what she's going to say." Vegeta told the taller warrior, before smirking, and walking through the large wooden door. He peered into the dimly lit room, his smirk widening a bit at the sight of Bulma, a tiny bundle wrapped in a blue blanket pulled close to her chest.
"Vegeta? Why did you even bother coming in here? It's not like you care what happens to either one of us." She told him, the ice still very apparent in her weakened, yet determined voice.
"I just came to see the brat, I could care less what you do. You're a grown woman, after all." He shot back, his tone equally vehement.
"Ok, Bulma, we have a slight problem here, the nurse needs to know the dad's name, and well, we didn't know which...." Yamcha let his voice trail off upon seeing the confusion that passed over Bulma's face.
"Before we worry about that, can we at least NAME the poor kid? I mean, I don't want him to be called him and he for the rest of his life." Bulma joked.
The door to her room opened, and in walked the same nurse that Vegeta and Yamcha had left standing in the waiting room only moments before.
"Miss Briefs, I don't mean to rush you, but the records department really needs to know all of the information for the baby's birth certificate, if you're not too busy of course." She said, casting a critical glance at the two men standing beside the bed.
"No, of course I'm not too busy, please, sit down." Bulma replied, before gesturing to the large armchair next to the bed.
"Ok, the first question is, I'm going to have to have the baby's name. Have you come up with anything yet?" The nurse asked her, a fake smile plastered on her face.
"Oh, well, we were actually working on that when you came in. Tell you what. Yamcha, you give me a name, and Vegeta...I suppose you can give me a name too, if you want to, of course. And I'll choose one, ok?" Bulma asked, her face bright once again.
Yamcha grinned like an idiot, and Vegeta merely "hmmphed", but Bulma knew both men well enough to know that they were both giving their acceptance to her plan.
"Well, I think we should name him Drake...I looked it up online, and it means 'dragon' I thought that would be fitting." Yamcha stated happily, a huge grin plastered on his face.
"I love the name, but I went to school with a guy named Drake, and he was an asshole, to say the least. Vegeta, do you have any ideas?" Bulma asked wearily.
"Vegeta the 8th, of course, he's a prince, he should have a prince's name." He replied gruffly.
"There's no way I'm naming my child Vegeta! I'd rather name him Trunks than Vegeta!" Bulma exclaimed, but lowered her voice once she remember the sleeping bundle in her arms.
"Trunks it is then." The nurse replied, ignoring the shocked looks she recieved from the people around her. She cast one side long look at the blue haired woman sitting on the bed before jotting the name down on the paper. "Next question...Father's name. I must admit, this is one that I'm rather anxious to find out myself." The nurse asked rather smugly.
"Oh, that's easy. Vegeta here's his biological father, and Yamcha's my fiancee, I guess that would make him a soon to be step dad." Bulma answered, trying her best to ignore the pained look that crossed Yamcha's face.
"Well, that's all I needed to know." Vegeta cut in, before flashing a smirk to Yamcha, and turning on his heel to walk from the room.
The nurse sighed quickly, before turning back to face Bulma once more. "Ok, now I need his last name, provided that you know it, of course." She remarked snidely, earning her a rather nasty look from Bulma.
"Well, for starters, he doesn't HAVE a last name, however, I don't think it's really any of your business what I know and what I don't, all you need to be worried about is how your handwriting looks, got that missy?" Bulma shot back, and the nurses ego deflated tremendously. "Now, as I said before, Vegeta doesn't have a last name, so just put...Prince down. Yes, Prince, that'll work out nicely." Bulma mumbled the last part more to herself than to anyone else.
The questioning continued on like that for a few more minutes, before the nurse announced that she had gathered all of the information she needed, and politely excused herself from the room.
Yamcha left a few hours later, upon Bulma's insistence that she would be fine, and that she'd sleep better knowing that he was at home, and that at least one of them was comfortable. He reluctantly obliged, with a promise to be back first thing in the morning.
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Vegeta flew around aimlessly for what seemed like an eternity, his thoughts becoming more and more jumbled by the minute. The woman actually admitted that he was the brat's father? He thought for a moment that she had perhaps lost too much blood, and wasn't thinking straight, but quickly pushed the thought aside, in hopes that she did it because she wanted to. He wasn't quite sure why, but there was a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach telling him that it NEEDED to be because she wanted to, and nothing else, but like everything else, he pushed it aside as well, before turning around, and heading back in the direction of the hospital, a look of sheer determination playing on his handsome (read: GORGEOUS) features....
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Okie, how was that? Good? Bad? Ugly? Yes, I realize it was short, but it's 7:31 in the morning here, and I haven't been to bed yet, see how much I love you guys? I sat up all night long just to get an update to you. And yes, I mean what I said about Crystalline's fics, I'd better start seeing some reviews on her stories! Ok, I won't force you to read em, but if you have a few extra minutes, please do, she's a great writer, and a great friend. Ok, I guess I've done enough ranting now, as always r/r, and I'll get the next chap up here shortly, probably won't be until thursday, cuz tomorrow's my Bday :) Buh bye guys, and thanks for not freaking out on me for not writin! Love ya!