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The love of two women; the heart of one man. Chapter Fifteen
Vegeta lay back on his bed later that night, thinking to himself softly. He knew that his woman had been acting unlike herself. And every time that he was around her, he got a new feeling about her. Vegeta sighed. He reached for his stereo and pumped the volume louder, as if he were trying to drown his thoughts in Fabolous' song. Vegeta wondered if Bulma had lied to him...he wanted so much to believe her but sometimes things seemed so different with her.
The boy mental slapped himself; he had no idea why he was being so dependent on the woman all of a sudden. He needed of no one and nothing, he thought to himself. Vegeta turned the track of his mix CD; 50 Cent started to blare from his speakers. The sound was almost defining to any other person but himself. But to Vegeta, it was all he ever needed in the world. Just as Vegeta was ready to lay back on his bed and think some more, the phone rang. Vegeta looked around. He didn't know what that sound was nor did he know where it was coming from. He kicked some of the dirty clothes around on the floor and started to look for his phone when he realized what was the noise.
Finally, Vegeta took his black phone into his hands and spoke. "Nani?!"
"Hello Vegeta."
At that moment, Vegeta knew that his bottom had to find it's way to a chair. Vegeta made a mad dash to his bed. "Oh no..."
"You don't sound too happy to hear from me." The voice pouted.
Vegeta balled his hands into fists. "I'm not!"
There was a shriek on the other end of the line. "FINE!" She yelled louder than the music that Vegeta had been playing.
Vegeta sighed, giving in for god knew what reason. "What did you want?"
The woman on the other end of the line smiled, she still had him eating out of the palm of his hand. "I had some information that I knew you would have loved to get your hands on."
Vegeta hated to be left out of anything. "Well then what is it? Out with it!" He insisted.
She leaned back on the leather chair on her end of the line. She crossed her legs and smirked. "It's about Bulma..."
~*~
"Bulma, love?" Her mother poked her head through the door.
Bulma balled her hands into fists. "Hai? What is it?"
Her mother seemed to be somewhat nervous. "You didn't seem to want much to eat tonight."
"I wasn't hungry. Since when was that a reprimandable act?" Bulma snapped at her mother.
"I was just a little worried about you Bulma."
The blue haired teen crossed her hands over her chest and sighed heavily. "I don't need your worry right now mother. I'm fine."
Her mother then seemed to be more hurt than anything else. "Ok Bulma. I just wanted to make sure you were ok."
Bulma nodded and watched as her mother walk out of her room. She felt a wave of gratitude sweep over her. Bulma ran to her door and locked it. She then ran to her private bathroom and took out another pregnancy test kit. The first one had to be wrong...
~*~
Vegeta turned his hands into fists. "You're lying."
"Would I lie to you?" She asked sweetly.
Vegeta arched an eyebrow as he walked by his mirror. "Given your past history with me, I tend to think so."
The woman rolled her eyes. "Oh Vegeta please, this isn't about you and me, this about you and that tramp." She spoke.
"I don't believe you."
She sighed. "I didn't expect you to."
"You knew I wouldn't."
"I guessed that."
There was a silence.
"Do you really think I'll believe you?"
She laughed as if it were the funniest thing she had ever heard. "I told you I have proof, right?"
Vegeta nodded. "Hai."
"Then in due time everything will fall into place."
"What proof do you have?" He demanded.
The girl watched her reflection in the mirror. She smiled. "I have pictures."
~*~
Bulma undid her hair infront of her mirror then she walked to her bed. It was about time for her to go to bed anyways. She had noticed that more and more often she was getting tired for no reason. As if her usual nine hours of sleep weren't enough. Her body and mind had been changing. She thought differently about things now. There were times when all she wanted to do was eat, and then again there were also times when she didn't even want to see the sight of food. A thought dawned upon her...but Bulma dismissed it. It was ridiculous. She knew that something had to be wrong. She wasn't going to be a mother, that was for sure. If everything else in the world was a lie, then that must have been too.
Taking her blue phone off of the nightstand and into her hands she started to dial a number her fingers knew as almost second nature.
"Moshi Moshi?"
"Hey Veggie."
Vegeta froze. "Onna. It's late."
Bulma sat on her bed disappointed. 'Glad to hear from you too.' She thought bitterly. "Yeah I didn't know if you'd still be up though."
Vegeta shook his head. "I'm talking to you aren't I?"
Bulma sighed heavily. He was just so damn hard to talk to sometimes she wondered why she even bothered. Lately things between then two of them weren't getting any better. When in reality they should have been at their best. Bulma tried to put all of her uneasy feelings behind her and just talk to Vegeta. Like they had once before, back when they had just gotten together.
"I wanted to say how sorry I am for acting so strange lately." Bulma muttered into the phone. She knew that Vegeta would never be the one to say he was sorry first so she knew that if they were going to move on, Bulma had to be the first one to admit she was wrong.
"I understand." Vegeta replied monotonously.
"I've been really sick." Bulma coughed.
Vegeta listened to her voice. She sounded honest enough. "Maybe you should go to the doctor, onna. I'll drive you tomorrow after school if you like..."
"-No!" Bulma yelled into the phone.
Vegeta pulled the phone away from his ear. The volume of her voice alarmed both of them.
"Onna?"
"It's just that...I don't want to go." Bulma stuttered into the phone. "It might not be something big, I don't want to waste your time."
Vegeta knitted his eyebrows together. "Since when were you a waste of my time?" He asked her.
Bulma tried hard not to blush. "I-I just don't want to rush things. If I don't feel good in three days how about then you take me?" She asked him, trying to find a compromise in his words and her feelings.
"Alright onna." Vegeta sounded irritated. "Have it your way."
"I intended on it n-e-wayz." Bulma laughed into the phone.
Vegeta couldn't hold in his smile, after all; that was the woman that he remembered hearing. Happy, cheery, and always looking at the brighter side of things. He guessed that it wouldn't hurt him to give her time. Maybe their relationship had been going through some ups and downs.
"I have to get to bed. You're right, it's late." Bulma said after a moment of their usual silence nowadays.
Vegeta leaned back on his bed, resting his head. Just as their conversation was lightening up she had to go. Figured. It was always like that woman to do something like that. "I'll see you tomorrow onna. Take care." He muttered the last part into the phone as softly as he could. As if he feared that if someone heard him he would be struck down.
Bulma held in her giggle. "Arigatou Veggie-Kun." She said her affection to him as loudly as possible without yelling.
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Ja'ne onna."
He hung up the phone; Bulma did the same.
Bulma set her phone back down in it's original placed then managed to walk back into the bathroom, with her heart full of led. She knew what she was going to see, it wasn't a surprise. And yet something in the back of her mind still had hope that she had been wrong. She still hoped that even though she was one of the world's smartest that she was wrong. Bulma was willing to put her reputation and pride on the line this once, just to be wrong. Even so, when she peeked her head down at the trash can in her bathroom she saw what she knew she was going to see. Three used pregnancy tests, all with the same result. Bulma bit her bottom lip to stop her tears from falling down her face. For once she wished that it was that time of the month. Usually she would turn into a monster that time of the month but this time she didn't mind. She would actually welcome the curse that she knew would never come. Bulma sighed. How could she have been so foolish?
Taking a seat on the cold white lid of the toilet Bulma decided then and there that she wasn't going to tell a living human soul what was going on in her life at the moment. Not even Vegeta...especially not Vegeta. If anything, he was going to be the last person to know this. Bulma would make sure of that. She placed her hands folded over her lap, sighing deeply. There was still a chance; there was still hope that she was wrong. Although she had taken three tests there had to be a chance. There just had to be!
Bulma sent one last glance at the trashcan. She extended her hand out and reached for the tests. She took them each into her hands and walked to her closet. She took out an old dirty shirt and opened it. Bulma placed the three dreaded tests in the white shirt and tosses it back into the bottom of her closet. No one would find them there. She took a key off of her dresser and locked her closet. She would make sure no one ever found out, even if it was the last thing she'd do.
"Why me Kami?" Bulma looked up at her ceiling. "I've never done anything wrong." She whispered.
She kept her eyes on the white ceiling, awaiting a symbol of riposte from the heavens above. Bulma found none. With her heart heavier than ever Bulma turned off her lights and went to bed. She pulled back the covers and lay back, thinking to herself what would become of all this. No good would come of it; Bulma knew that much already. She just wanted to know how much damage this would do. Tears made their way into Bulma's eyes and cascaded down her cheeks as she lay back in bed, the tears feeling as if they were leaving burning marks on her face. Bulma bit her lip once more; this time blood filled her mouth. All of this just because she had been so careless.
Bulma wrapped her arms around her stomach. If indeed she had Vegeta's seed in her, things would not better from here on out. Her mind was racing with the things to come, a foreshadowing of the apocalyptic hell there would be to pay. She sighed deeply, finally trying to find the bliss of sleep. Even in her dreams that night, she hoped that things would change. Maybe when she opened her eyes, things would look better under the new morning light.
~*~
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Gomen nasai that it took meeh so long to get this chapter out. I've been busy lyke crazi. Well here it is. Not much to say, just review!
The love of two women; the heart of one man. Chapter Fifteen
Vegeta lay back on his bed later that night, thinking to himself softly. He knew that his woman had been acting unlike herself. And every time that he was around her, he got a new feeling about her. Vegeta sighed. He reached for his stereo and pumped the volume louder, as if he were trying to drown his thoughts in Fabolous' song. Vegeta wondered if Bulma had lied to him...he wanted so much to believe her but sometimes things seemed so different with her.
The boy mental slapped himself; he had no idea why he was being so dependent on the woman all of a sudden. He needed of no one and nothing, he thought to himself. Vegeta turned the track of his mix CD; 50 Cent started to blare from his speakers. The sound was almost defining to any other person but himself. But to Vegeta, it was all he ever needed in the world. Just as Vegeta was ready to lay back on his bed and think some more, the phone rang. Vegeta looked around. He didn't know what that sound was nor did he know where it was coming from. He kicked some of the dirty clothes around on the floor and started to look for his phone when he realized what was the noise.
Finally, Vegeta took his black phone into his hands and spoke. "Nani?!"
"Hello Vegeta."
At that moment, Vegeta knew that his bottom had to find it's way to a chair. Vegeta made a mad dash to his bed. "Oh no..."
"You don't sound too happy to hear from me." The voice pouted.
Vegeta balled his hands into fists. "I'm not!"
There was a shriek on the other end of the line. "FINE!" She yelled louder than the music that Vegeta had been playing.
Vegeta sighed, giving in for god knew what reason. "What did you want?"
The woman on the other end of the line smiled, she still had him eating out of the palm of his hand. "I had some information that I knew you would have loved to get your hands on."
Vegeta hated to be left out of anything. "Well then what is it? Out with it!" He insisted.
She leaned back on the leather chair on her end of the line. She crossed her legs and smirked. "It's about Bulma..."
~*~
"Bulma, love?" Her mother poked her head through the door.
Bulma balled her hands into fists. "Hai? What is it?"
Her mother seemed to be somewhat nervous. "You didn't seem to want much to eat tonight."
"I wasn't hungry. Since when was that a reprimandable act?" Bulma snapped at her mother.
"I was just a little worried about you Bulma."
The blue haired teen crossed her hands over her chest and sighed heavily. "I don't need your worry right now mother. I'm fine."
Her mother then seemed to be more hurt than anything else. "Ok Bulma. I just wanted to make sure you were ok."
Bulma nodded and watched as her mother walk out of her room. She felt a wave of gratitude sweep over her. Bulma ran to her door and locked it. She then ran to her private bathroom and took out another pregnancy test kit. The first one had to be wrong...
~*~
Vegeta turned his hands into fists. "You're lying."
"Would I lie to you?" She asked sweetly.
Vegeta arched an eyebrow as he walked by his mirror. "Given your past history with me, I tend to think so."
The woman rolled her eyes. "Oh Vegeta please, this isn't about you and me, this about you and that tramp." She spoke.
"I don't believe you."
She sighed. "I didn't expect you to."
"You knew I wouldn't."
"I guessed that."
There was a silence.
"Do you really think I'll believe you?"
She laughed as if it were the funniest thing she had ever heard. "I told you I have proof, right?"
Vegeta nodded. "Hai."
"Then in due time everything will fall into place."
"What proof do you have?" He demanded.
The girl watched her reflection in the mirror. She smiled. "I have pictures."
~*~
Bulma undid her hair infront of her mirror then she walked to her bed. It was about time for her to go to bed anyways. She had noticed that more and more often she was getting tired for no reason. As if her usual nine hours of sleep weren't enough. Her body and mind had been changing. She thought differently about things now. There were times when all she wanted to do was eat, and then again there were also times when she didn't even want to see the sight of food. A thought dawned upon her...but Bulma dismissed it. It was ridiculous. She knew that something had to be wrong. She wasn't going to be a mother, that was for sure. If everything else in the world was a lie, then that must have been too.
Taking her blue phone off of the nightstand and into her hands she started to dial a number her fingers knew as almost second nature.
"Moshi Moshi?"
"Hey Veggie."
Vegeta froze. "Onna. It's late."
Bulma sat on her bed disappointed. 'Glad to hear from you too.' She thought bitterly. "Yeah I didn't know if you'd still be up though."
Vegeta shook his head. "I'm talking to you aren't I?"
Bulma sighed heavily. He was just so damn hard to talk to sometimes she wondered why she even bothered. Lately things between then two of them weren't getting any better. When in reality they should have been at their best. Bulma tried to put all of her uneasy feelings behind her and just talk to Vegeta. Like they had once before, back when they had just gotten together.
"I wanted to say how sorry I am for acting so strange lately." Bulma muttered into the phone. She knew that Vegeta would never be the one to say he was sorry first so she knew that if they were going to move on, Bulma had to be the first one to admit she was wrong.
"I understand." Vegeta replied monotonously.
"I've been really sick." Bulma coughed.
Vegeta listened to her voice. She sounded honest enough. "Maybe you should go to the doctor, onna. I'll drive you tomorrow after school if you like..."
"-No!" Bulma yelled into the phone.
Vegeta pulled the phone away from his ear. The volume of her voice alarmed both of them.
"Onna?"
"It's just that...I don't want to go." Bulma stuttered into the phone. "It might not be something big, I don't want to waste your time."
Vegeta knitted his eyebrows together. "Since when were you a waste of my time?" He asked her.
Bulma tried hard not to blush. "I-I just don't want to rush things. If I don't feel good in three days how about then you take me?" She asked him, trying to find a compromise in his words and her feelings.
"Alright onna." Vegeta sounded irritated. "Have it your way."
"I intended on it n-e-wayz." Bulma laughed into the phone.
Vegeta couldn't hold in his smile, after all; that was the woman that he remembered hearing. Happy, cheery, and always looking at the brighter side of things. He guessed that it wouldn't hurt him to give her time. Maybe their relationship had been going through some ups and downs.
"I have to get to bed. You're right, it's late." Bulma said after a moment of their usual silence nowadays.
Vegeta leaned back on his bed, resting his head. Just as their conversation was lightening up she had to go. Figured. It was always like that woman to do something like that. "I'll see you tomorrow onna. Take care." He muttered the last part into the phone as softly as he could. As if he feared that if someone heard him he would be struck down.
Bulma held in her giggle. "Arigatou Veggie-Kun." She said her affection to him as loudly as possible without yelling.
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Ja'ne onna."
He hung up the phone; Bulma did the same.
Bulma set her phone back down in it's original placed then managed to walk back into the bathroom, with her heart full of led. She knew what she was going to see, it wasn't a surprise. And yet something in the back of her mind still had hope that she had been wrong. She still hoped that even though she was one of the world's smartest that she was wrong. Bulma was willing to put her reputation and pride on the line this once, just to be wrong. Even so, when she peeked her head down at the trash can in her bathroom she saw what she knew she was going to see. Three used pregnancy tests, all with the same result. Bulma bit her bottom lip to stop her tears from falling down her face. For once she wished that it was that time of the month. Usually she would turn into a monster that time of the month but this time she didn't mind. She would actually welcome the curse that she knew would never come. Bulma sighed. How could she have been so foolish?
Taking a seat on the cold white lid of the toilet Bulma decided then and there that she wasn't going to tell a living human soul what was going on in her life at the moment. Not even Vegeta...especially not Vegeta. If anything, he was going to be the last person to know this. Bulma would make sure of that. She placed her hands folded over her lap, sighing deeply. There was still a chance; there was still hope that she was wrong. Although she had taken three tests there had to be a chance. There just had to be!
Bulma sent one last glance at the trashcan. She extended her hand out and reached for the tests. She took them each into her hands and walked to her closet. She took out an old dirty shirt and opened it. Bulma placed the three dreaded tests in the white shirt and tosses it back into the bottom of her closet. No one would find them there. She took a key off of her dresser and locked her closet. She would make sure no one ever found out, even if it was the last thing she'd do.
"Why me Kami?" Bulma looked up at her ceiling. "I've never done anything wrong." She whispered.
She kept her eyes on the white ceiling, awaiting a symbol of riposte from the heavens above. Bulma found none. With her heart heavier than ever Bulma turned off her lights and went to bed. She pulled back the covers and lay back, thinking to herself what would become of all this. No good would come of it; Bulma knew that much already. She just wanted to know how much damage this would do. Tears made their way into Bulma's eyes and cascaded down her cheeks as she lay back in bed, the tears feeling as if they were leaving burning marks on her face. Bulma bit her lip once more; this time blood filled her mouth. All of this just because she had been so careless.
Bulma wrapped her arms around her stomach. If indeed she had Vegeta's seed in her, things would not better from here on out. Her mind was racing with the things to come, a foreshadowing of the apocalyptic hell there would be to pay. She sighed deeply, finally trying to find the bliss of sleep. Even in her dreams that night, she hoped that things would change. Maybe when she opened her eyes, things would look better under the new morning light.
~*~
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