SUMMARY: Vivica tells Yamcha the almost truth of what's been going on.
She's comes to a startling revelation and she and Yamcha get the shock of
their lives!
A/N: Hold on to your hats boys and girls. It's going to be a bumpy ride!!!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own DBZ or the Backstreet Boys! I make no money off of this story. Now leave me alone.
The drive was silent as Yamcha drove Vivica back to her apartment. Her mind was racing with things to tell Yamcha so that she could keep him around without blowing her plans. Finally Yamcha pulled to a stop in front of the apartment complex. He shut off the engine and killed his head lights. They sat there. Vivica nervously played with the radio and stopped when it came to her favorite song. 'I Will Love You More Than That' by the Backstreet Boys. She momentarily focused on the song; trying to stall the inevitable. Neither one of them really wanted to say anything. Yamcha afraid of the truth and Vivica afraid of getting busted. After about two minutes of uneasy silence Yamcha spoke up.
"So what's going on Viv. And please don't lie to me," he said in almost a whisper as he stared down into his lap.
"Ya-chan, listen to me. I care about you so much and I didn't want to tell you this because I was afraid of losing you," she said as she looked at her hands in her lap. Shocked at her honesty because a part of her actually cared for Yamcha. As these feelings began to surface, she suppressed them like she had always done since the night after their first time together.
Yamcha immediately looked at her when she said that she deeply cared about him. That's what he had been hoping she would say. She continued.
"A while back....there....well...what I'm trying to say is that...Goku..and me, we had a....thing," she strained out as she wrung her hands together nervously.
"What do you mean a 'thing'? Vivica did you sleep with him?!," he yelled accusingly. Hurt evident in his voice and eyes.
"No! Of course not!," she lied quickly. He'd walk out for sure if she told him that! All of a sudden she felt a twinge of guilt and pain as she thought about hurting Yamcha.
~~But why should I care? He's just my ticket to Goku. I'm not falling for Yamcha! Goku is who I really love, right? NO!!! No room for doubt Viv! You have to stick to the plan.~~
"Goku and I did share a somewhat romantic interest, but we were only friends!," she exclaimed trying to sound convincing and reassuring.
"He was having a hard time in his marriage and he confided in me when we met at the company picnic. After that we continued to see each other in secret. We would discuss our problems over drinks at a restaurant or just relax together back at my place," she said quietly as she keep her eyes cast down in her lap.
Yamcha silent listened to her 'confession' in awe. He couldn't believe that Goku would be unfaithful to Chichi. He felt a pang of jealousy run through him as he thought about Goku with 'his' girl!
"So what you're telling me is that you two were close but you were never intimate in any way, right?," he asked with a hint of hope in his voice.
She didn't reply as she looked away from his eyes. "Well...I mean, we kissed a few times," she continued as she looked back down again.
"Kissed how?," Yamcha asked angrily through clenched teeth. He was growing more upset the more she told him. The idea of her being intimate with his best friend was driving him mad.
"Ya-chan please. I don't know. What do you want me to say?," she asked feeling a little uncomfortable about Yamcha wanting details.
"You know how I mean. Did you kiss him like he was your brother? Friend?....Lover?," he said the last word in hurt with a mix of anger.
"Yamcha please..."
"Tell me!," he interrupted her. He had to find out how she felt about Goku. If she had feelings for him or not.
"Passionately," she whispered.
"So you want him," Yamcha basically told her.
"No Yamcha..."
"Don't lie to me Vivica," he said almost dangerously as he cut her sentence off.
"Yamcha I admit that I do have some feelings for Goku, even though we both knew it was wrong. His wife caught him here with me. Apparently she and Bulma had been following him that day. I guess we weren't as careful as we thought we were. Anyway, Chichi and I got into a huge fight, Goku went back home to her and me and Chichi have hated each other since then. Although I guess she has more justification to hate me than I do her."
"What I did was wrong and I know that but I was hurt in the situation too! Goku made it seem like he was going to stay with me and he didn't. He knew how much I had been hurt in past relationships but he left me anyway," she said as tears began to well up in her eyes as she spoke truthfully from her heart.
" I thought that we were going to be together but I guess he changed his mind, like every other man I've ever been involved with. I was so hurt that I didn't think that I could handle it," she continued as tears flowed freely down her cheeks. Her breathing became labored and her body slightly shook as each sob escaped her lips.
"He hurt me so badly. I found myself behaving like I never have before. I don't even recognize myself anymore. And then you came into my life and...and...," were the last words she could utter out of her mouth before she was completely submerged in heart ache. Violent sobs silencing all speech as she wept in her hands.
Yamcha couldn't stand seeing her cry like this. Seeing her hurting, hurt him. All thoughts of jealousy left him and was replaced with this overwhelming need to comfort her. He loved her after all. He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her into his lap. She clung onto him like a child to its parent and cried her heart out. Something that she hadn't really done since Goku dumped her. Sure she cried a little here and there but she never really let it out. She was to obsessed with trying to get him back. The more she cried into his shoulder the more attached she felt to him. It was strange but she knew it was true. She had feelings for Yamcha. Deep feelings. And no matter how much she told herself that she wanted Goku she knew that he was with his wife and the odds of him leaving Chichi for her were slim to none; baby or no baby. That was part of the reason she wept so hard. She finally let reality sink in a what a mighty blow it dealt!
But as Yamcha comforted her it made everything seem OK. Him being there made everything OK. She realized that she......needed him. She needed Yamcha! All the times they made love flashed in her mind and she became flooded with feelings she desperately tried to suppress every time she was around him, and for once she welcomed them. The feeling of someone needing her felt wonderful and she needed him in return. His touch, his smile, his scent. Everything about him.
He rocked her from side to side and rubbed her back, whispering that everything was going to be all right.
"Shh, It's OK. I'm right here," he told her in a soothing voice. The messy state she was in didn't bother him at all as he rested his on top of her soiled hair.
Her sobs began to subside and her hold on him loosened but she didn't let go. She couldn't let go. Yamcha looked down at her as she looked into his eyes. He took his thumb and wiped her tears away. He then leaned down and kissed her lips softly. She responded by returning the kiss, but with more passion. Slowly their lips parted. The song was still playing in the background setting the perfect mood for the new lovers.
"I'm never going to hurt you the way he did, or anybody else," he promised her as he looked into her eyes; his hand stroking the side of her face lovingly.
"I know. I believe you," she whispered back, lost in his deep brown eyes. Oh how she loved those eyes.
"I love you," he said softly, never breaking eye contact.
"I love you to," she said from her heart.
After sitting in the car a little while longer, they decided that they should head inside. Both needing a shower now do to Vivica's current state. They made their way into the apartment, hand in hand. Yamcha stopped at the door and hung up their coats while Vivica headed for the stairs.
"And where do you think you're going?," he asked playfully from the doorway.
"To take a shower," she responded with a smile as she continue her ascent.
"Oh, so you thought you would sneak off and take one without me, huh? Well, I'll teach you!," he said as he playfully as he gave chase.
She screamed in delight and laughed as she began to run up the stairs with Yamcha now a step behind her. All of a sudden everything began to spin as dizziness took it's hold on her and a wave of nausea washed over her. she stopped abruptly and grabbed her head. She began to stumble backwards, but luckily Yamcha was right behind her. He quickly grabbed her from be hind, wrapping his strong arms around her stomach. He slightly turned her to the side show he could look at her face. She had her eyes closed and her hand was still holding her forehead. Her face was twisted into an expression of discomfort.
"Viv, what's wrong?! Baby are you OK? Tell me what's happening!," he said with fear and concern in his voice. It took Viv a moment to compose herself before she could speak.
"I don't know. All of a sudden I felt really dizzy and sick to my stomach," she said as she continued to rest her entire body weight in his arms; afraid to stand on her own just yet.
"Maybe you should go see a doctor. Something serious could be wrong. There has to be a reason why you felt that way all of a sudden," he said with concern.
"No, no. I'm find. I'm sure it was nothing. It was probably something I ate at the party and me running to suddenly," she reasoned.
"Are you sure?," he asked.
"I'm sure. I feel better already."
He looked at her skeptically before deciding she was telling the truth.
"Come on. Let's take that shower," she whispered seductively against his mouth as she turned around and kissed him full on the lips.
He picked her up and started up the stairs again. With her legs around his waist, they continued to kiss passionately as he went into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.
The obvious answer as to what was wrong came to her at first but she dismissed it for some reason. Perhaps because she felt guilty about her original intent with Yamcha, and that she kind of hoped that she wasn't. She didn't want to lie to him anymore and a baby to her would mean a lie because it wasn't conceived out of love but out of her obsession with Goku. Even though Goku would find out she lied about her pregnancy, all that mattered to her was that she had Yamcha.
The two finally emerged from the bathtub after making hot, passionate love over and over again. Vivica was now brushing her long black locks in the bedroom at her vanity wearing a tiny red nightie and Yamcha was spread out on the bed, clad in only his boxers. He lay there smiling at her. She smiled back at him as her eyes met his in the reflection of the glass. She shyly looked away as she continued to rush her hair.
"Come to bed," he commanded gently. He knew she loved it when he was dominant with her. It turned her on, as he came to learn through the many times they had sex. And he liked being dominant, but he never abused it. He was only dominant in the bedroom. He wasn't a tyrant. He loved her too much to do that. He loved to spoil her. Doing what ever she wanted him to. All she had to do ask and he jumped.
She smiled at him again and stood up from the table. But as soon as she did, the dizziness came back stronger than ever and this time Yamcha wasn't right behind her to catch her. She tried to grab on to something to steady herself but in her disoriented state she could find nothing to prevent her from tumbling to the ground in a heap. She held onto her head as she collapsed near the bed. Yamcha shot up and quickly wrapped his arms around her limp figure. His mind was in a panic.
"Viv?," he said in a quiet, unsure voice as he began to shake her unconscious body.
"VIVICA?!," he cried out when she didn't respond.
"Oh no!," he said as he laid her down gently. He grabbed for his clothes on top of the nearby dresser.
"Hang on baby! It's going to be OK!," he told the unconscious woman as he threw on a pair of pants, not bothering to put on his shirt.
He wrapped a blanket around her and flew out the bedroom window to the nearest hospital.
Yamcha stormed through the double doors of the emergency room with a still unconscious Vivica in his arms. It only took him four minutes to get there. He had never flown so fast in his life.
"She needs help!," he said desperately to the receptionist behind the front desk.
The receptionist's eyes went wide as she knew that this must be a serious situation just by hearing the man's voice and seeing an unmoving woman in his arms wrapped in a blanket. There was no time for following procedures. She quickly paged any available doctors to come the front desk for assistance. Immediately, a doctor and several nurses were at Yamcha's side taking Vivica out of his protective grasp. He was told to wait in the lobby as they took her away. He slumped down in one of the many uncomfortable chairs they waiting room offered. He put his face in his hands and rested his elbows on his knees. The thought of losing her kept running through his mind but he would quickly dismiss it.
~~I can't think like that. She's going to be OK. She has to be! I need her so much. Viv, please be alright.~~
After about an hour of waiting Yamcha couldn't take anymore. He had to know what was going on. As he approached the receptionist the lobby doors swung open and a doctor made eye contact with him.
"You're the one that brought in the unconscious young lady, correct?," the doctor asked.
"Yeah. Is she OK? What happened to her? Can I see her now?," He asked all in one breath.
"Calm down. She's OK. She's resting. We ran some tests and were still waiting on one, but so far everything looks normal," the doctor said as he placed a reassuring hand on Yamcha's shoulder.
"Can I see her now?," he asked almost desperately.
"Of course you can."
The doctor lead him down a long corridor and finally stopped in front of a blue curtain. He pulled the curtain back slightly allowing Yamcha access to enter. Once inside the doctor closed the curtain back, giving the two privacy. Vivica was sleeping soundly as Yamcha pulled up a chair next to her bed. Her gently took her hand in his and kissed it. He brushed a strand of hair out of her face and rested his hand on the side her face as his thumb stroked her cheek. Slowly her eyes fluttered open. Yamcha smiled down at her and kissed her forehead.
"Yamcha?What happened? Where am I? What's going on?," she asked as she tried to sit up but couldn't as her head began to throb. She grabbed her head at the sudden pain. Yamcha gently pushed her back down to the pillow.
"Easy Viv," he said in a soothing voice. "You fainted back at home. You were coming to bed when you passed out. I picked you up and rushed here. You're in the hospital " he informed her. Still holding her hand.
"But don't worry, I talked to the doctor and he told me that you were going to be all right. They ran some tests and everything looked normal," he said reassuringly.
Just then the doctor pulled back the curtain.
"Hello folks. Like I told already," he said to Yamcha,"that everything looked normal and she's going to be fine."
"That's good news doc, but why did she pass out?," Yamcha asked with genuine curiosity. Vivica looked to the doctor with the same question in her eyes.
"Well that brings me to my next point. We found out why you had such a bad dizzy spell. The last test we did on you was a pregnancy test. It's standard for hospitals to do so in such unique emergencies when we have no clue as to what could be wrong," he explained to Vivica. She felt her heart sink to her stomach.
"And?," Yamcha said nervously as his heart began to race.
"Congratulations. You're pregnant."
A/N: Don't you just love cliffhangers?! Hahahahahah!!!!!!!! I must end this exciting chapter here! And one more thing before I go, I want at least five reviews for the last chap. I understand that the site was down and you couldn't review, all that you could do was read. And that meant that all my faithful fans out there read my story and still didn't review when they were able to! The site is up and running now and I only got two reviews for that chapter. TWO!!!! I'm beginning to wonder if I should even keep writing this. It seems as if no one is really interested in this story anymore. If you're not tell me and I'll stop writing this. It will stay incomplete, but I need at least five fans out there to review this chapter and the last one, to keep this story going. Later!!!
A/N: Hold on to your hats boys and girls. It's going to be a bumpy ride!!!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own DBZ or the Backstreet Boys! I make no money off of this story. Now leave me alone.
The drive was silent as Yamcha drove Vivica back to her apartment. Her mind was racing with things to tell Yamcha so that she could keep him around without blowing her plans. Finally Yamcha pulled to a stop in front of the apartment complex. He shut off the engine and killed his head lights. They sat there. Vivica nervously played with the radio and stopped when it came to her favorite song. 'I Will Love You More Than That' by the Backstreet Boys. She momentarily focused on the song; trying to stall the inevitable. Neither one of them really wanted to say anything. Yamcha afraid of the truth and Vivica afraid of getting busted. After about two minutes of uneasy silence Yamcha spoke up.
"So what's going on Viv. And please don't lie to me," he said in almost a whisper as he stared down into his lap.
"Ya-chan, listen to me. I care about you so much and I didn't want to tell you this because I was afraid of losing you," she said as she looked at her hands in her lap. Shocked at her honesty because a part of her actually cared for Yamcha. As these feelings began to surface, she suppressed them like she had always done since the night after their first time together.
Yamcha immediately looked at her when she said that she deeply cared about him. That's what he had been hoping she would say. She continued.
"A while back....there....well...what I'm trying to say is that...Goku..and me, we had a....thing," she strained out as she wrung her hands together nervously.
"What do you mean a 'thing'? Vivica did you sleep with him?!," he yelled accusingly. Hurt evident in his voice and eyes.
"No! Of course not!," she lied quickly. He'd walk out for sure if she told him that! All of a sudden she felt a twinge of guilt and pain as she thought about hurting Yamcha.
~~But why should I care? He's just my ticket to Goku. I'm not falling for Yamcha! Goku is who I really love, right? NO!!! No room for doubt Viv! You have to stick to the plan.~~
"Goku and I did share a somewhat romantic interest, but we were only friends!," she exclaimed trying to sound convincing and reassuring.
"He was having a hard time in his marriage and he confided in me when we met at the company picnic. After that we continued to see each other in secret. We would discuss our problems over drinks at a restaurant or just relax together back at my place," she said quietly as she keep her eyes cast down in her lap.
Yamcha silent listened to her 'confession' in awe. He couldn't believe that Goku would be unfaithful to Chichi. He felt a pang of jealousy run through him as he thought about Goku with 'his' girl!
"So what you're telling me is that you two were close but you were never intimate in any way, right?," he asked with a hint of hope in his voice.
She didn't reply as she looked away from his eyes. "Well...I mean, we kissed a few times," she continued as she looked back down again.
"Kissed how?," Yamcha asked angrily through clenched teeth. He was growing more upset the more she told him. The idea of her being intimate with his best friend was driving him mad.
"Ya-chan please. I don't know. What do you want me to say?," she asked feeling a little uncomfortable about Yamcha wanting details.
"You know how I mean. Did you kiss him like he was your brother? Friend?....Lover?," he said the last word in hurt with a mix of anger.
"Yamcha please..."
"Tell me!," he interrupted her. He had to find out how she felt about Goku. If she had feelings for him or not.
"Passionately," she whispered.
"So you want him," Yamcha basically told her.
"No Yamcha..."
"Don't lie to me Vivica," he said almost dangerously as he cut her sentence off.
"Yamcha I admit that I do have some feelings for Goku, even though we both knew it was wrong. His wife caught him here with me. Apparently she and Bulma had been following him that day. I guess we weren't as careful as we thought we were. Anyway, Chichi and I got into a huge fight, Goku went back home to her and me and Chichi have hated each other since then. Although I guess she has more justification to hate me than I do her."
"What I did was wrong and I know that but I was hurt in the situation too! Goku made it seem like he was going to stay with me and he didn't. He knew how much I had been hurt in past relationships but he left me anyway," she said as tears began to well up in her eyes as she spoke truthfully from her heart.
" I thought that we were going to be together but I guess he changed his mind, like every other man I've ever been involved with. I was so hurt that I didn't think that I could handle it," she continued as tears flowed freely down her cheeks. Her breathing became labored and her body slightly shook as each sob escaped her lips.
"He hurt me so badly. I found myself behaving like I never have before. I don't even recognize myself anymore. And then you came into my life and...and...," were the last words she could utter out of her mouth before she was completely submerged in heart ache. Violent sobs silencing all speech as she wept in her hands.
Yamcha couldn't stand seeing her cry like this. Seeing her hurting, hurt him. All thoughts of jealousy left him and was replaced with this overwhelming need to comfort her. He loved her after all. He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her into his lap. She clung onto him like a child to its parent and cried her heart out. Something that she hadn't really done since Goku dumped her. Sure she cried a little here and there but she never really let it out. She was to obsessed with trying to get him back. The more she cried into his shoulder the more attached she felt to him. It was strange but she knew it was true. She had feelings for Yamcha. Deep feelings. And no matter how much she told herself that she wanted Goku she knew that he was with his wife and the odds of him leaving Chichi for her were slim to none; baby or no baby. That was part of the reason she wept so hard. She finally let reality sink in a what a mighty blow it dealt!
But as Yamcha comforted her it made everything seem OK. Him being there made everything OK. She realized that she......needed him. She needed Yamcha! All the times they made love flashed in her mind and she became flooded with feelings she desperately tried to suppress every time she was around him, and for once she welcomed them. The feeling of someone needing her felt wonderful and she needed him in return. His touch, his smile, his scent. Everything about him.
He rocked her from side to side and rubbed her back, whispering that everything was going to be all right.
"Shh, It's OK. I'm right here," he told her in a soothing voice. The messy state she was in didn't bother him at all as he rested his on top of her soiled hair.
Her sobs began to subside and her hold on him loosened but she didn't let go. She couldn't let go. Yamcha looked down at her as she looked into his eyes. He took his thumb and wiped her tears away. He then leaned down and kissed her lips softly. She responded by returning the kiss, but with more passion. Slowly their lips parted. The song was still playing in the background setting the perfect mood for the new lovers.
"I'm never going to hurt you the way he did, or anybody else," he promised her as he looked into her eyes; his hand stroking the side of her face lovingly.
"I know. I believe you," she whispered back, lost in his deep brown eyes. Oh how she loved those eyes.
"I love you," he said softly, never breaking eye contact.
"I love you to," she said from her heart.
After sitting in the car a little while longer, they decided that they should head inside. Both needing a shower now do to Vivica's current state. They made their way into the apartment, hand in hand. Yamcha stopped at the door and hung up their coats while Vivica headed for the stairs.
"And where do you think you're going?," he asked playfully from the doorway.
"To take a shower," she responded with a smile as she continue her ascent.
"Oh, so you thought you would sneak off and take one without me, huh? Well, I'll teach you!," he said as he playfully as he gave chase.
She screamed in delight and laughed as she began to run up the stairs with Yamcha now a step behind her. All of a sudden everything began to spin as dizziness took it's hold on her and a wave of nausea washed over her. she stopped abruptly and grabbed her head. She began to stumble backwards, but luckily Yamcha was right behind her. He quickly grabbed her from be hind, wrapping his strong arms around her stomach. He slightly turned her to the side show he could look at her face. She had her eyes closed and her hand was still holding her forehead. Her face was twisted into an expression of discomfort.
"Viv, what's wrong?! Baby are you OK? Tell me what's happening!," he said with fear and concern in his voice. It took Viv a moment to compose herself before she could speak.
"I don't know. All of a sudden I felt really dizzy and sick to my stomach," she said as she continued to rest her entire body weight in his arms; afraid to stand on her own just yet.
"Maybe you should go see a doctor. Something serious could be wrong. There has to be a reason why you felt that way all of a sudden," he said with concern.
"No, no. I'm find. I'm sure it was nothing. It was probably something I ate at the party and me running to suddenly," she reasoned.
"Are you sure?," he asked.
"I'm sure. I feel better already."
He looked at her skeptically before deciding she was telling the truth.
"Come on. Let's take that shower," she whispered seductively against his mouth as she turned around and kissed him full on the lips.
He picked her up and started up the stairs again. With her legs around his waist, they continued to kiss passionately as he went into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.
The obvious answer as to what was wrong came to her at first but she dismissed it for some reason. Perhaps because she felt guilty about her original intent with Yamcha, and that she kind of hoped that she wasn't. She didn't want to lie to him anymore and a baby to her would mean a lie because it wasn't conceived out of love but out of her obsession with Goku. Even though Goku would find out she lied about her pregnancy, all that mattered to her was that she had Yamcha.
The two finally emerged from the bathtub after making hot, passionate love over and over again. Vivica was now brushing her long black locks in the bedroom at her vanity wearing a tiny red nightie and Yamcha was spread out on the bed, clad in only his boxers. He lay there smiling at her. She smiled back at him as her eyes met his in the reflection of the glass. She shyly looked away as she continued to rush her hair.
"Come to bed," he commanded gently. He knew she loved it when he was dominant with her. It turned her on, as he came to learn through the many times they had sex. And he liked being dominant, but he never abused it. He was only dominant in the bedroom. He wasn't a tyrant. He loved her too much to do that. He loved to spoil her. Doing what ever she wanted him to. All she had to do ask and he jumped.
She smiled at him again and stood up from the table. But as soon as she did, the dizziness came back stronger than ever and this time Yamcha wasn't right behind her to catch her. She tried to grab on to something to steady herself but in her disoriented state she could find nothing to prevent her from tumbling to the ground in a heap. She held onto her head as she collapsed near the bed. Yamcha shot up and quickly wrapped his arms around her limp figure. His mind was in a panic.
"Viv?," he said in a quiet, unsure voice as he began to shake her unconscious body.
"VIVICA?!," he cried out when she didn't respond.
"Oh no!," he said as he laid her down gently. He grabbed for his clothes on top of the nearby dresser.
"Hang on baby! It's going to be OK!," he told the unconscious woman as he threw on a pair of pants, not bothering to put on his shirt.
He wrapped a blanket around her and flew out the bedroom window to the nearest hospital.
Yamcha stormed through the double doors of the emergency room with a still unconscious Vivica in his arms. It only took him four minutes to get there. He had never flown so fast in his life.
"She needs help!," he said desperately to the receptionist behind the front desk.
The receptionist's eyes went wide as she knew that this must be a serious situation just by hearing the man's voice and seeing an unmoving woman in his arms wrapped in a blanket. There was no time for following procedures. She quickly paged any available doctors to come the front desk for assistance. Immediately, a doctor and several nurses were at Yamcha's side taking Vivica out of his protective grasp. He was told to wait in the lobby as they took her away. He slumped down in one of the many uncomfortable chairs they waiting room offered. He put his face in his hands and rested his elbows on his knees. The thought of losing her kept running through his mind but he would quickly dismiss it.
~~I can't think like that. She's going to be OK. She has to be! I need her so much. Viv, please be alright.~~
After about an hour of waiting Yamcha couldn't take anymore. He had to know what was going on. As he approached the receptionist the lobby doors swung open and a doctor made eye contact with him.
"You're the one that brought in the unconscious young lady, correct?," the doctor asked.
"Yeah. Is she OK? What happened to her? Can I see her now?," He asked all in one breath.
"Calm down. She's OK. She's resting. We ran some tests and were still waiting on one, but so far everything looks normal," the doctor said as he placed a reassuring hand on Yamcha's shoulder.
"Can I see her now?," he asked almost desperately.
"Of course you can."
The doctor lead him down a long corridor and finally stopped in front of a blue curtain. He pulled the curtain back slightly allowing Yamcha access to enter. Once inside the doctor closed the curtain back, giving the two privacy. Vivica was sleeping soundly as Yamcha pulled up a chair next to her bed. Her gently took her hand in his and kissed it. He brushed a strand of hair out of her face and rested his hand on the side her face as his thumb stroked her cheek. Slowly her eyes fluttered open. Yamcha smiled down at her and kissed her forehead.
"Yamcha?What happened? Where am I? What's going on?," she asked as she tried to sit up but couldn't as her head began to throb. She grabbed her head at the sudden pain. Yamcha gently pushed her back down to the pillow.
"Easy Viv," he said in a soothing voice. "You fainted back at home. You were coming to bed when you passed out. I picked you up and rushed here. You're in the hospital " he informed her. Still holding her hand.
"But don't worry, I talked to the doctor and he told me that you were going to be all right. They ran some tests and everything looked normal," he said reassuringly.
Just then the doctor pulled back the curtain.
"Hello folks. Like I told already," he said to Yamcha,"that everything looked normal and she's going to be fine."
"That's good news doc, but why did she pass out?," Yamcha asked with genuine curiosity. Vivica looked to the doctor with the same question in her eyes.
"Well that brings me to my next point. We found out why you had such a bad dizzy spell. The last test we did on you was a pregnancy test. It's standard for hospitals to do so in such unique emergencies when we have no clue as to what could be wrong," he explained to Vivica. She felt her heart sink to her stomach.
"And?," Yamcha said nervously as his heart began to race.
"Congratulations. You're pregnant."
A/N: Don't you just love cliffhangers?! Hahahahahah!!!!!!!! I must end this exciting chapter here! And one more thing before I go, I want at least five reviews for the last chap. I understand that the site was down and you couldn't review, all that you could do was read. And that meant that all my faithful fans out there read my story and still didn't review when they were able to! The site is up and running now and I only got two reviews for that chapter. TWO!!!! I'm beginning to wonder if I should even keep writing this. It seems as if no one is really interested in this story anymore. If you're not tell me and I'll stop writing this. It will stay incomplete, but I need at least five fans out there to review this chapter and the last one, to keep this story going. Later!!!
