2 Months Later

"Woman! Where on Earth is my breakfast?" Vegeta yelled from his usual seat at the table in the kitchen. He had no idea of where Bulma was and didn't care that the past few days she had been rather sick. Meanwhile, upstairs, Bulma was washing her face and shaking slightly. She looked at her pale face in the mirror and brushed back her sweat-soaked hair. Leaning against the wall in the bathroom she heard Vegeta calling her name and muttered to herself.

"Doesn't he ever quit? I've been so sick lately yet he never gives me a break." She sighed and looked back into the mirror. "I wonder why I've been so sick.maybe it's, no.no that's not it." She laughed slightly and then stopped. "Oh no.it is." Bulma began to cry uncontrollably, from fear, from happiness, and from disgust. How could she have let this happen? She was so caught up in emotions that night she completely forgot about what could happen. As she sobbed she heard a knock on the door.

"Bulma? Bulma dear are you okay?" it was her father's voice; sounding half concerned and half out of it as usual.

"Yeah dad.I'm fine." Bulma replied while wiping away her tears. She opened the door and smiled, hugging her father tightly. "I'm going to go shopping, tell Mom I have to talk to her when she gets a chance okay?" Her father nodded but didn't have anything to say. Bulma went shopping as much as she could so he figured it was just a normal thing. Almost running down the stairs she grabbed her purse and headed for the front door, ignoring Vegeta's calls for her to come back and make him his food before she went anywhere. "Make your own breakfast Vegeta! I've got shopping to do!" and with that she slammed the door in his face and rummaged through her purse, pulling out a case with several capsules in it. Standing on the sidewalk in front of the road she pulled out one with two blue stripes on it and threw it onto the road. A small capsule car appeared and she jumped in; speeding off towards the mall area.

"That woman.she's not going anywhere until I get my food!" Vegeta growled to himself. Angry, he blasted the door off and ran out into the front yard. Seeing Bulma already driving away he flew after her. In the blink of an eye he was in front of the car; hands placed on the hood, making two dents in it, and causing her to stop. This also caused several other cars to stop suddenly and crash into one another. Vegeta's face did not look happy and Bulma's wasn't so pleasant either.

"Vegeta, let go of the car now." She said sternly. Vegeta just gave her an evil 'what do you think you're doing?' look. "Vegeta, I said let go."

"No.you didn't make me my breakfast. Now get back there and cook it like you're supposed to!" he yelled at her furiously. By now a rather large crowd had gathered nearby and was watching the two fight.

"VEGETA LET ME GO RIGHT NOW! I'M GOING SHOPPING FOR CLOTHES FOR A KID!" she growled at him, yelling so loud everyone around could hear clearly.

"What do you mean you're shopping for clothes for a kid? There aren't any kids that we know except for Kakkorot's wimpy son and his mother buys him enough fruity clothes as it is." It still hadn't quite hit him yet that Bulma could possibly be talking about one that wasn't born yet.

"Geeze Vegeta, are you that stupid? Heh.stupid question.VEGETA I'M PREGNANT OKAY! And it's all your fault. Now let go of the car so I can buy some clothes for our unborn child!" Vegeta just stared at her blankly. He let go of the car and Bulma went speeding on; flying past him and an angry look on her face. Vegeta just stood in the middle of the road, jaw dropped open and his eyes wide. Was she telling the truth? Oh no she had to be.that's why she had been so sick lately. He cursed under his breath several times and then flew away quickly. Meanwhile, as the group of spectators all looked around and talked to one another Krillin stood in the front, the same expression on his face as on Vegeta's. Right away he took off into the air; he had to tell everyone what he heard as soon as possible.