Hi, So sorry for making you wait. I've been moving and having a nervous break down because of stress not to mention it took them four flippin' days to get internet to our apartment! I don't have much more to say today; so on with the story…
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Ch16
Bulma sat up after sleeping for what felt like days. She hadn't realized she was that tired when she went to bed. This baby was all ready taking its toll. ::Kami my feet hurt.:: she flipped her legs down over the edge of the bed. Her eyes went wide. Her ankles were twice their usual size. She grumbled under her breath.
There was a soft knocking at her door, "Bulma?"
"What!" she screeched before suddenly feeling sorry for Yamcha. He could have been bringing her breakfast or just plain seeing how she was doing without Vegeta.
Yamcha was choking for words on the other side of the door when it cracked and Bulma poked her head out tears spilling form her eyes.
"I'm sorry Yamcha. I have no idea why I was mad and now I have no idea why I'm sad and… and… my feet hurt." Yamcha took in her muddled state. Her hair was sticking out in all directions. Her pajama pants were crooked and hiked up, her nightshirt was also all twisted up. She had makeup all smeared on her face from forgetting to take it off the night before and she overall looked like she had slept in a tree.
"How about a hot bath and foot massage," Yamcha suggested, " It'll make you feel better."
"Okay," She whispered as she tried to hide her still present sniffles.
Vegeta had moved his training pod closer to Crouton's house in the hopes that people would stop pestering him. If they weren't praising him for standing against Freeza, in one way or another, they were booing him for bowing to him for so many years. These people were still fighting Freeza even though that sadistic lizard has been dead for over a year now. Vegeta didn't understand them. They didn't have nearly adequate reasons to hate Freeza compared to him. Sure all their planets were destroyed too, but they were only peons to Freeza. Vegeta had been a personal play toy; a doll to throw around and beat on whenever Freeza felt like it, amongst other things. Crouton had been one of Freeza's toys as well. Maybe that is why he so easily accepted Vegeta. Crouton was suffering from the same persecution Vegeta was, but yet he easily moved on, turned the other cheek. Vegeta couldn't do that. He had almost blasted one warrior that had taken to using his pod as a punching bag in the name of justice. What justice? What didn't he know about these people? Why did they think he was working with Freeza? Why was he a 'bad guy'? Did he want to be a 'good guy'?
His thoughts were interrupted as well as the series of punches he was throwing as he went careening into the roof to fall back to the floor. He cursed to himself for showing Crouton and Bari how to turn off the gravity from the outside. Expecting Crouton to walk in demanding a spar like he had become quite prone to doing, Vegeta took a fighting stance.
"A little defensive are we?" Bari asked.
"What do you want?" Vegeta asked and took his usual crossed arms stance.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go with Crouton and me on a picnic. It will be fun and I plan on making some of your favorite dishes," She smiled.
"No thanks. Two's company and three's a crowd," Vegeta answered.
"That's a good catch phrase, where'd you learn it?" Bari asked.
Vegeta had already learned this trick of hers. It was her way of trying to get him to open up.
"Why? What does it matter to you?" Vegeta retorted.
"Still so defensive," she clicked her tongue, "what are you so afraid of Vegeta, Prince of all Sayains?"
She was still at it and she was trying to stir up his feelings so he'd blurt with out meaning too.
"That's my business not yours Bari," Vegeta answered.
"You know something Vegeta," Bari answered, "I get all of them to crack. Crouton didn't tell you what I did for a living did he? I was an interrogator for Freeza. I know all the ways to make some one talk. All though I refuse to use most of them now I might make an exception."
"You think that scares me woman," Vegeta chuckled, " Freeza couldn't even get me to talk."
"Then maybe that's why they're afraid of you," Bari whispered. Vegeta was totally lost.
Bari smiled lightly, grabbed him by the wrist, and pulled him to the window. He looked out. There was a large crowd of people gathered around his pod. They looked very tense and ready to strike at anything that moved. It was frightening.
Bulma moaned as Yamcha's magic fingers worked her left ankle. She was wearing a red and white striped bikini so she could relax in the hot bath water with out making Yamcha too nervous. If she hadn't sworn to herself that she'd wait for Vegeta she might have tackled Yamcha right on the spot. But then again that could be the hormones talking. After this mornings episode she was much more careful with her reactions. ::Vegeta where are you?:: she was suddenly wishing it was Vegeta rubbing her feet. The tears started to come down before she could try to control them.
"Missing him again?" Yamcha asked softly brushing her bangs out of her face.
She nodded a silent yes. He brought his lips to her forehead.
" Ah, the happy couple," Dr. Briefs cooed from the door, " I remember rubbing Bunny's ankles when we were expecting."
"Dad, I need to talk to you about that," Bulma bit her lip, "Yamcha and I are not a couple and we're not going to be."
"You weren't until you found out you were pregnant," He corrected.
"No Dad, we won't ever be a couple again, and besides I'm seeing some one else," Bulma spoke.
"Then Yamcha's here to take responsibility for his child only?" Dr Briefs seemed shocked.
"This baby isn't Yamcha's," Bulma answered and fought back the mood swing that was trying to take her. Yamcha sensed it coming.
"I offered to help Bulma out until the father of the baby gets back from a trip he's on," Yamcha stuttered, "Because I'm her friend."
Bulma let out a sigh of relief.
"Then who and where is this man that can so callously leave my daughter for a trip in her time of need," Dr. Briefs fumed.
" He had to go, he had no choice, but he'll be back. You'll see, he didn't leave me," Bulma blurted and started crying.
"It's the hormones," Yamcha mumbled and then glanced at Bulma briefly. Dr. Briefs seemed to understand and decided not to press the subject further at this time.
"I'm a telepath, Vegeta," Bari spoke as they sat together in the pod trying to figure out the best way to deal with the mob outside, " I know exactly what they are thinking. They think you're here to take over and become the next Freeza. They know you have the strength to do it."
" I don't want that," Vegeta spoke surprising himself. Ever since he landed on Earth his who vision of himself had changed. He went from conqueror to protector, killer to lover, and from enemy to friend. But the people here didn't know that, all they knew was that he was Prince Vegeta the ruthless Sayain killer that was in high standing with Freeza. They had know way to know that his goals now were to become a super Sayain and defeat the clown of a third class soldier Kakarot and prove himself to his beautiful Bulma.
"Who's Bulma," Bari asked. Vegeta scowled he forgot that she was a telepath.
" A female I met on earth," He answered simply.
"You called her beautiful and you thought it possessively," Bari spoke, "I think she is more then just a female. Especial if you feel you need to prove yourself to her."
Vegeta gritted his teeth, Bari was going to figure it out sooner or later might as well tell her now, "Bulma Briefs is the daughter of a powerful, wealthy inventor who dominates all the technological trade on the planet. They offered me a home with them in exchange for my protective services. I have been living and training there for just over a year. I became friends with the woman and things progressed from there."
"You're leaving the juiciest morsel out there Vegeta," Bari joked, "Don't worry, you don't have to say it. I can see it just fine."
"See what?" Vegeta asked.
"That you love her," Bari answered and glanced out the window, "What are we going to do about them?"
"I don't know. What do you think?" Vegeta asked as he looked out at them.
"Well, I think you should talk to them. Anything violent would play into their hands," Bari spoke.
"What should I say?" Vegeta looked down at his boots. He was a fighter not a negotiator.
"Tell them the truth," Bari answered and walked to the door, "After you."
Bulma couldn't help the sick feeling in her gut. She just knew Vegeta was in trouble. She was currently looking through a bridal magazine trying to decide what tux Vegeta would look best in. But her thoughts were still lost on the sick feeling in her stomach. It was like the baby could sense it too. If you could call it a baby yet. She wasn't very far a long. She was really wishing Vegeta would walk though the door just now and prove all her feelings were nonsense.
Next time on ABM….talking to the mob….who's the daddy….and community service?
Sorry it took so long to get something up. I know this is incredibly short, but I didn't want to move onto the next thing just yet. Plus I'm going to be starting a third story but I want to get a lot written on it before I post it. Thanks, Silverx
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Ch16
Bulma sat up after sleeping for what felt like days. She hadn't realized she was that tired when she went to bed. This baby was all ready taking its toll. ::Kami my feet hurt.:: she flipped her legs down over the edge of the bed. Her eyes went wide. Her ankles were twice their usual size. She grumbled under her breath.
There was a soft knocking at her door, "Bulma?"
"What!" she screeched before suddenly feeling sorry for Yamcha. He could have been bringing her breakfast or just plain seeing how she was doing without Vegeta.
Yamcha was choking for words on the other side of the door when it cracked and Bulma poked her head out tears spilling form her eyes.
"I'm sorry Yamcha. I have no idea why I was mad and now I have no idea why I'm sad and… and… my feet hurt." Yamcha took in her muddled state. Her hair was sticking out in all directions. Her pajama pants were crooked and hiked up, her nightshirt was also all twisted up. She had makeup all smeared on her face from forgetting to take it off the night before and she overall looked like she had slept in a tree.
"How about a hot bath and foot massage," Yamcha suggested, " It'll make you feel better."
"Okay," She whispered as she tried to hide her still present sniffles.
Vegeta had moved his training pod closer to Crouton's house in the hopes that people would stop pestering him. If they weren't praising him for standing against Freeza, in one way or another, they were booing him for bowing to him for so many years. These people were still fighting Freeza even though that sadistic lizard has been dead for over a year now. Vegeta didn't understand them. They didn't have nearly adequate reasons to hate Freeza compared to him. Sure all their planets were destroyed too, but they were only peons to Freeza. Vegeta had been a personal play toy; a doll to throw around and beat on whenever Freeza felt like it, amongst other things. Crouton had been one of Freeza's toys as well. Maybe that is why he so easily accepted Vegeta. Crouton was suffering from the same persecution Vegeta was, but yet he easily moved on, turned the other cheek. Vegeta couldn't do that. He had almost blasted one warrior that had taken to using his pod as a punching bag in the name of justice. What justice? What didn't he know about these people? Why did they think he was working with Freeza? Why was he a 'bad guy'? Did he want to be a 'good guy'?
His thoughts were interrupted as well as the series of punches he was throwing as he went careening into the roof to fall back to the floor. He cursed to himself for showing Crouton and Bari how to turn off the gravity from the outside. Expecting Crouton to walk in demanding a spar like he had become quite prone to doing, Vegeta took a fighting stance.
"A little defensive are we?" Bari asked.
"What do you want?" Vegeta asked and took his usual crossed arms stance.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go with Crouton and me on a picnic. It will be fun and I plan on making some of your favorite dishes," She smiled.
"No thanks. Two's company and three's a crowd," Vegeta answered.
"That's a good catch phrase, where'd you learn it?" Bari asked.
Vegeta had already learned this trick of hers. It was her way of trying to get him to open up.
"Why? What does it matter to you?" Vegeta retorted.
"Still so defensive," she clicked her tongue, "what are you so afraid of Vegeta, Prince of all Sayains?"
She was still at it and she was trying to stir up his feelings so he'd blurt with out meaning too.
"That's my business not yours Bari," Vegeta answered.
"You know something Vegeta," Bari answered, "I get all of them to crack. Crouton didn't tell you what I did for a living did he? I was an interrogator for Freeza. I know all the ways to make some one talk. All though I refuse to use most of them now I might make an exception."
"You think that scares me woman," Vegeta chuckled, " Freeza couldn't even get me to talk."
"Then maybe that's why they're afraid of you," Bari whispered. Vegeta was totally lost.
Bari smiled lightly, grabbed him by the wrist, and pulled him to the window. He looked out. There was a large crowd of people gathered around his pod. They looked very tense and ready to strike at anything that moved. It was frightening.
Bulma moaned as Yamcha's magic fingers worked her left ankle. She was wearing a red and white striped bikini so she could relax in the hot bath water with out making Yamcha too nervous. If she hadn't sworn to herself that she'd wait for Vegeta she might have tackled Yamcha right on the spot. But then again that could be the hormones talking. After this mornings episode she was much more careful with her reactions. ::Vegeta where are you?:: she was suddenly wishing it was Vegeta rubbing her feet. The tears started to come down before she could try to control them.
"Missing him again?" Yamcha asked softly brushing her bangs out of her face.
She nodded a silent yes. He brought his lips to her forehead.
" Ah, the happy couple," Dr. Briefs cooed from the door, " I remember rubbing Bunny's ankles when we were expecting."
"Dad, I need to talk to you about that," Bulma bit her lip, "Yamcha and I are not a couple and we're not going to be."
"You weren't until you found out you were pregnant," He corrected.
"No Dad, we won't ever be a couple again, and besides I'm seeing some one else," Bulma spoke.
"Then Yamcha's here to take responsibility for his child only?" Dr Briefs seemed shocked.
"This baby isn't Yamcha's," Bulma answered and fought back the mood swing that was trying to take her. Yamcha sensed it coming.
"I offered to help Bulma out until the father of the baby gets back from a trip he's on," Yamcha stuttered, "Because I'm her friend."
Bulma let out a sigh of relief.
"Then who and where is this man that can so callously leave my daughter for a trip in her time of need," Dr. Briefs fumed.
" He had to go, he had no choice, but he'll be back. You'll see, he didn't leave me," Bulma blurted and started crying.
"It's the hormones," Yamcha mumbled and then glanced at Bulma briefly. Dr. Briefs seemed to understand and decided not to press the subject further at this time.
"I'm a telepath, Vegeta," Bari spoke as they sat together in the pod trying to figure out the best way to deal with the mob outside, " I know exactly what they are thinking. They think you're here to take over and become the next Freeza. They know you have the strength to do it."
" I don't want that," Vegeta spoke surprising himself. Ever since he landed on Earth his who vision of himself had changed. He went from conqueror to protector, killer to lover, and from enemy to friend. But the people here didn't know that, all they knew was that he was Prince Vegeta the ruthless Sayain killer that was in high standing with Freeza. They had know way to know that his goals now were to become a super Sayain and defeat the clown of a third class soldier Kakarot and prove himself to his beautiful Bulma.
"Who's Bulma," Bari asked. Vegeta scowled he forgot that she was a telepath.
" A female I met on earth," He answered simply.
"You called her beautiful and you thought it possessively," Bari spoke, "I think she is more then just a female. Especial if you feel you need to prove yourself to her."
Vegeta gritted his teeth, Bari was going to figure it out sooner or later might as well tell her now, "Bulma Briefs is the daughter of a powerful, wealthy inventor who dominates all the technological trade on the planet. They offered me a home with them in exchange for my protective services. I have been living and training there for just over a year. I became friends with the woman and things progressed from there."
"You're leaving the juiciest morsel out there Vegeta," Bari joked, "Don't worry, you don't have to say it. I can see it just fine."
"See what?" Vegeta asked.
"That you love her," Bari answered and glanced out the window, "What are we going to do about them?"
"I don't know. What do you think?" Vegeta asked as he looked out at them.
"Well, I think you should talk to them. Anything violent would play into their hands," Bari spoke.
"What should I say?" Vegeta looked down at his boots. He was a fighter not a negotiator.
"Tell them the truth," Bari answered and walked to the door, "After you."
Bulma couldn't help the sick feeling in her gut. She just knew Vegeta was in trouble. She was currently looking through a bridal magazine trying to decide what tux Vegeta would look best in. But her thoughts were still lost on the sick feeling in her stomach. It was like the baby could sense it too. If you could call it a baby yet. She wasn't very far a long. She was really wishing Vegeta would walk though the door just now and prove all her feelings were nonsense.
Next time on ABM….talking to the mob….who's the daddy….and community service?
Sorry it took so long to get something up. I know this is incredibly short, but I didn't want to move onto the next thing just yet. Plus I'm going to be starting a third story but I want to get a lot written on it before I post it. Thanks, Silverx
