...........................................................................................LITTLE BLACK DRESS
.........................................................................................................................Rhapsody~*
It wasn't until a few days later, on New Year's eve, that Bulma finally told Vejita of her pregnancy. Needless to say, it did not go over as smoothly as she had hoped. Vejita was shocked into silence for two days straight, and when he got his voice back, you can be sure that he let EVERYONE know exactly what he thought of the situation. Bulma was less than amused. Eventually, after he had gotten the excess anger out of his system, his outlook on the whole thing became somewhat more...optimistic.
"Ha! Now not only can I defeat Kakkarott, but his pussy of a son as well!" This was said with his trademark smirk, though the black eyes were still somewhat disturbed. But, when his...well...whatever Bulma was to him at the moment, had turned her back and washed her hands of entire affair, he rushed to the bathroom and made his peace with the toilet, where he remained until he had rid himself of the past four days' meals. "Weak humans and their ridiculously contagious, fucking disgusting viruses..."
Of course, this delicious news could not be kept a secret for very much longer, so Bulma and Vejita savored their privacy in its last few moments. When Yamcha found out, there was an unseemly incident involving a dropped baseball bat that kept him in the hospital for a good portion of his ex-girlfriend's pregnancy, which, as predicted, was ten times worse than a human one, though she wouldn't know very much more about a human pregnancy than a Saiyan one to being with. Anyhow, the news came as quite a shock to everybody. Bulma went to the mall, and, as a last stab at grasping what remained of her previously frivolous life, got a tattoo on her lower back just to reward herself for putting up with all of the reactions she had gotten in the initial stages of shock. Vejita, of course, was amused rather than disgusted with Bulma's new method of consolement. As a matter of fact, he returned from the mall one day with a similar, though somewhat larger, tattoo on the left side of his chest, much to Mr. and Mrs. Briefs' chagrin.
And if Bulma had thought that the first few months of her pregnancy were unbearable, then it was miracle that she hadn't shipped herself off to an asylum after the first few weeks of Month Three. There was the usual morning sickness, but instead of restricting itself to morning, it remained with the young girl for hours after morning and well into the afternoon. The only refuge she got was at night, and even that was not exactly peaceful, for the Saiyan Prince was as insatiable as ever, despite her sickly state. He was only controllable after she finally gave in to her frustrations and whacked him over the head with a box of condoms so forcefully that he found himself seeing stars for a few moments. Apparently Goku had been correct when he had advised him not to mess with a woman when she was pregnant. After that, Bulma was safe from his untimely advances.
But not all happenings during this time could be seen as amusing, even in the most remote way. It seemed that no matter how hard she tried, no matter how far Vejita stretched himself to ease her pain, the couple was forever destined to face an endless stream of adversities.
It was halfway through Month Five when Bulma began to feel her baby kick--hard. She had been sitting out in her mother's garden, basking the warm April afternoon, when the first blow came. At first, it was rather weak kick, as if the baby were testing himself, and Bulma merely brushed it off as the last bits of nausea remaining from that morning, which had been particularily bad. Her tribulations that day were obvious by the look of her--instead of making her look like one of those models in all of the maternity magazines, you know, all rosy-cheeked and womanly and beautiful, her face was pale, and her eyes dull and full of lingering pain. She wore a white, mid-thigh lengthed sundress that her mother had purchased for her--she still hadn't the gall to show her immature face in a maternity store--and her feet were bare. Her hair, which she had left uncut and free to grow nearly to her waist, was left down, save for a few strands around her face. Her nose ring, still the favorite diamond stud, remained in her nose. She would be damned if she gave up her beloved piercing--it was a constant reminder of how wonderful she had had it.
So there she sat, unsuspecting and especially vulnerable as she breathed in the sweet spring air. She was completely alone, for her parents had gone out to brunch and Vejita was hard at work in the gravity room, sparring with Goku, who was a frequent visitor at Capsule Corps., despite his wife's solemn promise not to involve her family with Bulma and Vejita. Apparently Goku's puppy eyes had won her over once again.
The kick came as suddenly as could be expected from a child of Vejita's, and it caught Bulma completely off-guard. The sheer force of it, never mind the pain, knocked her off of her feet. She struggled awkwardly to her knees, gripping her abdomen and doubling over in agony. She did not scream; if someone were to hear her she would have been mortified, but she was powerless to stop tears from flowing over her high cheekbones. With one hand still on her bulging stomach, she pulled herself along by grabbing at lawn chairs and the like. When she had reached the stairs leading up to the mansion, she gritted her teeth, beginning to sob in despair, and forced herself to stand.
She nearly slipped to her death several times, but the determined young woman made it into the house, where the gravity room had been shut off, though Vejita and Goku were nowhere to be seen. Praying that they would come to the kitchen for lunch--soon--Bulma dropped to her knees again as the baby kicked again, sending pangs of pain worse than she had ever experienced before throughout her trembling body. Moaning in pain, she made a grab for the phone, but was unsuccessful in her attempt.
"Holy shit, we've created a monster," she growled. "When I get my hands on Vejita, I'm gonna KILL him. KILL him!"
"Kill who?" Goku asked as he bounced into the kitchen, Vejita hot on his heels. "Bulma? Where are you?"
Bulma sighed in relief and fell back on her heels, still fighting off the pain. When they discovered her and were staring down at her, utterly helpless in their ignorance of all things that were associated with this sort of pain, she grabbed hold of Vejita's legs and made a rather pathetic effort to trip him up, much to his anger. "Who do you think?! I certainly didn't myself pregnant! I'll do it, too, I'm so full of raw hormonal energy right now I could do it with my bare HANDS, dammit! I want painkillers--RIGHT NOW!"
Goku nodded, blanching, and scurried off to the bathroom. Vejita leaned down and helped her to her feet, propping her body up against his. "What happened now, woman? I thought that your damned sickness was over with for today."
"Its definitely your child," Bulma said with a tiny smile. "The little asshole delivers a kick like a fucking monster."
Putting a hand to her abdomen, he gauged its tiny ki with a victorious smile. "And its only getting better from there, woman, I'd get used to the pain if I were you."
Goku returned with a bottle of pills, which Bulma practically attacked him for. "I'd like to give men a taste of the level of hell this is. After this, I'm swearing off sex for a LONG time."
Vejita winced and desperately gave her a the rest of the pills in the bottle. "Come on, woman, don't give up so easily--six pills is pathetic for any child of MINE."
Later that night, Bulma lay alone in the room she had come to think of as her own, rather than just Vejita's, curled up around a pillow. Her blue eyes stared blindly up at the ceiling, looking halfway into dreamland. Waking dreams were becoming a frequent part of her pregnancy, and they were one of the worst aspects of it, too. When she was not reliving the darkest moments of her life, she was living new ones that she fervently hoped would never come to pass. She found it difficult to give in to sleep at all, for she dreaded the dreams just as much as the kicking, which, as Vejita had predicted, were getting progressively worse, until she felt that her child was close to ripping its way out from the inside.
Vejita found her this night talking in her sleep, or rather, singing in her sleep. This was not the first time he had found her in the state before, and it disturbed him just as greatly this time around. He was thankful that he could not make out most of the words, but the melody was haunting enough. He lay beside her and put an ear to her quivering lips, almost afraid of what he might hear.
"Ah--I-I'm ok-ok--I'm okay..." she breathed, gripping him like a lifeline and burying her face beneath the covers like a child. "Go 'way...ju...just leave me!"
She spent the entire night and the next morning muttering such nonsense, and Vejita spent all night and all morning putting up with it until he felt like beating his head upon a wall just to get her pathetic voice out of his head. It was not the last time she would rant, and it was not the last time Vejita would be there to witness it. There was to be far more rough water ahead.
Bulma had her baby during the height of summer, on the hottest day of the year. She had run all of the way from her bedroom, where her water had broken, to the front yard, where Vejita, Goku, and Krillen were fooling around in the swimming pool. Her hair and clothing were plastered to her body as soon as she stepped outside, and it was one of the most uncomfortable experiences anyone could remember. They ended up calling for an ambulance instead of flying to the hospital, in spite of Vejita's angry insisting, considering how stressful the trip would be on Bulma, who could barely even breath because of her pain, let alone survive through a few minutes of Vejita's unnaturally speedy flying tendencies.
Kami only knew how long she was in labor--the hours began to run together after a while. The doctors were surprised that she was able to hold off passing out until after the baby was born. The unfortunate young mother did not see her baby for the next day and half, since she had been going in and out of exhausted sleep. Vejita haunted the ICU, frightening nurses and doctors alike. They were too scared to even question the fact that the newborn boy had a tail.
Vejita, of course, was relieved that his child had been a boy, for he would have had no idea how to deal with a girl-child. He had balked at first, seeing how the boy had his mother's coloring, but then recovered as he noticed how much the child resembled him. I suppose I don't have to say that Goku was also a frequent visitor, for he loved babies. Vejita spent endless hours with the other Saiyan, desperately restraining himself from gutting the happy-go-lucky man. Needless to say, the Saiyan Prince was immensely relieved when Bulma finally came into consciousness.
She looked far more fragile and weak than she ever had before, and that startled Vejita quite a bit at first, until he sighted the healthy flush in her cheeks and the beautiful blue color her eyes had returned to. They danced at the sight of him, and she beckoned to him silently, her voice still hoarse from misuse. He bent down low to make out her soft words.
"When...I return...to my original...healthy...state, I'm going...to...throttle...you for...this," promised the grinning girl. "I have...never...experienced...pain like this...before...and I don't mean...to...again."
Vejita took a seat beside the bed and smirked. "I'm sorry to hear that. Protection always hinders the experience." He dodged a teddy bear as it was thrown his way.
"I...want to see...my son," Bulma demanded. "RIGHT...NOW...DAMMIT!"
As Bulma held her tiny son for the first time, her face melted into an expression reeking of that special, maternal kind of love, and she felt more than one tear escape over her lashes. Wiping them away brusquely, she mentally took note of every detail. She lifted her eyes to Vejita, who stifled a foolish grin. "He looks exactly like YOU. Sorry Vejita, but he's definitely yours. Yamcha will be bitterly disappointed, don't you think?"
"Don't be stupid," Vejita snorted. "That wrinkled little brat looks nothing like me."
"Oh?" Bulma raised a brow skeptically. "Well then, just who does the 'brat' resemble?"
Vejita thought for a moment, then smirked. "He looks exactly like YOU in the morning."
Bulma gave him a look that made him grateful that she had nothing sharp on hand.
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(A/N): Oh...my...God...I'M DONE!! You have no idea how relieved I am! I know that the ending is a bit abrupt, but remember--there IS going to be a sequel. I'd like to thank all of the people who reviewed, especially Stef-Chan and my wonderful cousin Lady Ether, you both write reviews so long that its a wonder I haven't crowned myself Queen of FanFiction.net yet, and also the people who have helped me through my writer's blocks, like Lady Ether (once again), Mercedees, and my good friend Morgan~! I love you guys! Since this fic is DONE (YES!!!), I will now begin posting chapters for "Youth of the Nation", and maybe I'll start up my next fic, a desperate attempt at Greek Mythology (look on my site for more details), if I can get that up and running soon enough. So, with all of that said, please review, for the final time! 3, Rhapsody~*
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.........................................................................................................................Rhapsody~*
It wasn't until a few days later, on New Year's eve, that Bulma finally told Vejita of her pregnancy. Needless to say, it did not go over as smoothly as she had hoped. Vejita was shocked into silence for two days straight, and when he got his voice back, you can be sure that he let EVERYONE know exactly what he thought of the situation. Bulma was less than amused. Eventually, after he had gotten the excess anger out of his system, his outlook on the whole thing became somewhat more...optimistic.
"Ha! Now not only can I defeat Kakkarott, but his pussy of a son as well!" This was said with his trademark smirk, though the black eyes were still somewhat disturbed. But, when his...well...whatever Bulma was to him at the moment, had turned her back and washed her hands of entire affair, he rushed to the bathroom and made his peace with the toilet, where he remained until he had rid himself of the past four days' meals. "Weak humans and their ridiculously contagious, fucking disgusting viruses..."
Of course, this delicious news could not be kept a secret for very much longer, so Bulma and Vejita savored their privacy in its last few moments. When Yamcha found out, there was an unseemly incident involving a dropped baseball bat that kept him in the hospital for a good portion of his ex-girlfriend's pregnancy, which, as predicted, was ten times worse than a human one, though she wouldn't know very much more about a human pregnancy than a Saiyan one to being with. Anyhow, the news came as quite a shock to everybody. Bulma went to the mall, and, as a last stab at grasping what remained of her previously frivolous life, got a tattoo on her lower back just to reward herself for putting up with all of the reactions she had gotten in the initial stages of shock. Vejita, of course, was amused rather than disgusted with Bulma's new method of consolement. As a matter of fact, he returned from the mall one day with a similar, though somewhat larger, tattoo on the left side of his chest, much to Mr. and Mrs. Briefs' chagrin.
And if Bulma had thought that the first few months of her pregnancy were unbearable, then it was miracle that she hadn't shipped herself off to an asylum after the first few weeks of Month Three. There was the usual morning sickness, but instead of restricting itself to morning, it remained with the young girl for hours after morning and well into the afternoon. The only refuge she got was at night, and even that was not exactly peaceful, for the Saiyan Prince was as insatiable as ever, despite her sickly state. He was only controllable after she finally gave in to her frustrations and whacked him over the head with a box of condoms so forcefully that he found himself seeing stars for a few moments. Apparently Goku had been correct when he had advised him not to mess with a woman when she was pregnant. After that, Bulma was safe from his untimely advances.
But not all happenings during this time could be seen as amusing, even in the most remote way. It seemed that no matter how hard she tried, no matter how far Vejita stretched himself to ease her pain, the couple was forever destined to face an endless stream of adversities.
It was halfway through Month Five when Bulma began to feel her baby kick--hard. She had been sitting out in her mother's garden, basking the warm April afternoon, when the first blow came. At first, it was rather weak kick, as if the baby were testing himself, and Bulma merely brushed it off as the last bits of nausea remaining from that morning, which had been particularily bad. Her tribulations that day were obvious by the look of her--instead of making her look like one of those models in all of the maternity magazines, you know, all rosy-cheeked and womanly and beautiful, her face was pale, and her eyes dull and full of lingering pain. She wore a white, mid-thigh lengthed sundress that her mother had purchased for her--she still hadn't the gall to show her immature face in a maternity store--and her feet were bare. Her hair, which she had left uncut and free to grow nearly to her waist, was left down, save for a few strands around her face. Her nose ring, still the favorite diamond stud, remained in her nose. She would be damned if she gave up her beloved piercing--it was a constant reminder of how wonderful she had had it.
So there she sat, unsuspecting and especially vulnerable as she breathed in the sweet spring air. She was completely alone, for her parents had gone out to brunch and Vejita was hard at work in the gravity room, sparring with Goku, who was a frequent visitor at Capsule Corps., despite his wife's solemn promise not to involve her family with Bulma and Vejita. Apparently Goku's puppy eyes had won her over once again.
The kick came as suddenly as could be expected from a child of Vejita's, and it caught Bulma completely off-guard. The sheer force of it, never mind the pain, knocked her off of her feet. She struggled awkwardly to her knees, gripping her abdomen and doubling over in agony. She did not scream; if someone were to hear her she would have been mortified, but she was powerless to stop tears from flowing over her high cheekbones. With one hand still on her bulging stomach, she pulled herself along by grabbing at lawn chairs and the like. When she had reached the stairs leading up to the mansion, she gritted her teeth, beginning to sob in despair, and forced herself to stand.
She nearly slipped to her death several times, but the determined young woman made it into the house, where the gravity room had been shut off, though Vejita and Goku were nowhere to be seen. Praying that they would come to the kitchen for lunch--soon--Bulma dropped to her knees again as the baby kicked again, sending pangs of pain worse than she had ever experienced before throughout her trembling body. Moaning in pain, she made a grab for the phone, but was unsuccessful in her attempt.
"Holy shit, we've created a monster," she growled. "When I get my hands on Vejita, I'm gonna KILL him. KILL him!"
"Kill who?" Goku asked as he bounced into the kitchen, Vejita hot on his heels. "Bulma? Where are you?"
Bulma sighed in relief and fell back on her heels, still fighting off the pain. When they discovered her and were staring down at her, utterly helpless in their ignorance of all things that were associated with this sort of pain, she grabbed hold of Vejita's legs and made a rather pathetic effort to trip him up, much to his anger. "Who do you think?! I certainly didn't myself pregnant! I'll do it, too, I'm so full of raw hormonal energy right now I could do it with my bare HANDS, dammit! I want painkillers--RIGHT NOW!"
Goku nodded, blanching, and scurried off to the bathroom. Vejita leaned down and helped her to her feet, propping her body up against his. "What happened now, woman? I thought that your damned sickness was over with for today."
"Its definitely your child," Bulma said with a tiny smile. "The little asshole delivers a kick like a fucking monster."
Putting a hand to her abdomen, he gauged its tiny ki with a victorious smile. "And its only getting better from there, woman, I'd get used to the pain if I were you."
Goku returned with a bottle of pills, which Bulma practically attacked him for. "I'd like to give men a taste of the level of hell this is. After this, I'm swearing off sex for a LONG time."
Vejita winced and desperately gave her a the rest of the pills in the bottle. "Come on, woman, don't give up so easily--six pills is pathetic for any child of MINE."
Later that night, Bulma lay alone in the room she had come to think of as her own, rather than just Vejita's, curled up around a pillow. Her blue eyes stared blindly up at the ceiling, looking halfway into dreamland. Waking dreams were becoming a frequent part of her pregnancy, and they were one of the worst aspects of it, too. When she was not reliving the darkest moments of her life, she was living new ones that she fervently hoped would never come to pass. She found it difficult to give in to sleep at all, for she dreaded the dreams just as much as the kicking, which, as Vejita had predicted, were getting progressively worse, until she felt that her child was close to ripping its way out from the inside.
Vejita found her this night talking in her sleep, or rather, singing in her sleep. This was not the first time he had found her in the state before, and it disturbed him just as greatly this time around. He was thankful that he could not make out most of the words, but the melody was haunting enough. He lay beside her and put an ear to her quivering lips, almost afraid of what he might hear.
"Ah--I-I'm ok-ok--I'm okay..." she breathed, gripping him like a lifeline and burying her face beneath the covers like a child. "Go 'way...ju...just leave me!"
She spent the entire night and the next morning muttering such nonsense, and Vejita spent all night and all morning putting up with it until he felt like beating his head upon a wall just to get her pathetic voice out of his head. It was not the last time she would rant, and it was not the last time Vejita would be there to witness it. There was to be far more rough water ahead.
Bulma had her baby during the height of summer, on the hottest day of the year. She had run all of the way from her bedroom, where her water had broken, to the front yard, where Vejita, Goku, and Krillen were fooling around in the swimming pool. Her hair and clothing were plastered to her body as soon as she stepped outside, and it was one of the most uncomfortable experiences anyone could remember. They ended up calling for an ambulance instead of flying to the hospital, in spite of Vejita's angry insisting, considering how stressful the trip would be on Bulma, who could barely even breath because of her pain, let alone survive through a few minutes of Vejita's unnaturally speedy flying tendencies.
Kami only knew how long she was in labor--the hours began to run together after a while. The doctors were surprised that she was able to hold off passing out until after the baby was born. The unfortunate young mother did not see her baby for the next day and half, since she had been going in and out of exhausted sleep. Vejita haunted the ICU, frightening nurses and doctors alike. They were too scared to even question the fact that the newborn boy had a tail.
Vejita, of course, was relieved that his child had been a boy, for he would have had no idea how to deal with a girl-child. He had balked at first, seeing how the boy had his mother's coloring, but then recovered as he noticed how much the child resembled him. I suppose I don't have to say that Goku was also a frequent visitor, for he loved babies. Vejita spent endless hours with the other Saiyan, desperately restraining himself from gutting the happy-go-lucky man. Needless to say, the Saiyan Prince was immensely relieved when Bulma finally came into consciousness.
She looked far more fragile and weak than she ever had before, and that startled Vejita quite a bit at first, until he sighted the healthy flush in her cheeks and the beautiful blue color her eyes had returned to. They danced at the sight of him, and she beckoned to him silently, her voice still hoarse from misuse. He bent down low to make out her soft words.
"When...I return...to my original...healthy...state, I'm going...to...throttle...you for...this," promised the grinning girl. "I have...never...experienced...pain like this...before...and I don't mean...to...again."
Vejita took a seat beside the bed and smirked. "I'm sorry to hear that. Protection always hinders the experience." He dodged a teddy bear as it was thrown his way.
"I...want to see...my son," Bulma demanded. "RIGHT...NOW...DAMMIT!"
As Bulma held her tiny son for the first time, her face melted into an expression reeking of that special, maternal kind of love, and she felt more than one tear escape over her lashes. Wiping them away brusquely, she mentally took note of every detail. She lifted her eyes to Vejita, who stifled a foolish grin. "He looks exactly like YOU. Sorry Vejita, but he's definitely yours. Yamcha will be bitterly disappointed, don't you think?"
"Don't be stupid," Vejita snorted. "That wrinkled little brat looks nothing like me."
"Oh?" Bulma raised a brow skeptically. "Well then, just who does the 'brat' resemble?"
Vejita thought for a moment, then smirked. "He looks exactly like YOU in the morning."
Bulma gave him a look that made him grateful that she had nothing sharp on hand.
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(A/N): Oh...my...God...I'M DONE!! You have no idea how relieved I am! I know that the ending is a bit abrupt, but remember--there IS going to be a sequel. I'd like to thank all of the people who reviewed, especially Stef-Chan and my wonderful cousin Lady Ether, you both write reviews so long that its a wonder I haven't crowned myself Queen of FanFiction.net yet, and also the people who have helped me through my writer's blocks, like Lady Ether (once again), Mercedees, and my good friend Morgan~! I love you guys! Since this fic is DONE (YES!!!), I will now begin posting chapters for "Youth of the Nation", and maybe I'll start up my next fic, a desperate attempt at Greek Mythology (look on my site for more details), if I can get that up and running soon enough. So, with all of that said, please review, for the final time! 3, Rhapsody~*
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