Chapter Forty-four: He swore it
Authors Notes: I'm glad to see that you guys seem to harbor no resentments against me! I'm really glad to be out of my writer's block. I'm violently ill right now, so it was hardcore to drag my arse out of bed to write this, but I don't want to make any of you wait any longer, and I want to get this finished too. Anyway, glad you enjoyed the chapter (even if I did feel like Vegeta was acting a little OOC) Well, here's another one!
I guess you all noticed that my chapters are a little bit messed up. Hope you don't mind the confusion!
The Roctorn's knew something was up. They could tell from the moment they had awoken to find Bulma pacing about the room with a troubled and somewhat sorrowful look on her face. Now they too were pacing with her, all their tails swishing in their now agitated state.
Bulma had awoken in the early hours of the morning. She had carefully (and regretfully) detached herself from Vegeta's warm embrace and had prepared one of the very last cups of coffee for herself. Eggs were frying on the burner and the smell of food permeated the air. She wore her housecoat and slippers and was trying desperately to figure two things out. One, how on earth was she going to make the last four boxes of pre-packaged food last until she and Vegeta got back to Earth? And secondly, just what was she going to do about the Roctorns that now lay at her feet, staring expectantly up at her? Bulma suddenly felt like a mother; with all the eyes on her demanding an explanation, demanding that she make everything work out. She refused to let them back into the wild for the reason that she was frightened for them, but also because Strifelon had told her that they would be unable to survive on their own. So what was she going to do about them?
She thought about rehabilitation, but that was out of the question since she was certain nobody on R'haksin had the time or patience for that. Bulma sighed and decided to have a shower to clear her mind. What good was it if she couldn't think?
Bulma smiled as the hot spray hit her body. Yes, the shower had been a great idea. She leaned against the stall and drank in the steam, trying to put order to her thoughts. So many things had changed, over so little a time. She and Vegeta had made love.on a number of occasions now. Yaumcha was no longer in her thoughts. She had made and saved a dear friend. She had been brutally attacked. She had come close to being crushed by tons of rock. She had visited a new planet, discovered many new things, made many friends and had, very horribly, suffered through a terrible disease that had racked her body and mind. Bulma's hand paused as it ran down her belly, and she felt her eyes tear up as the one prominent thought grabbed her; most of all.she had captured the heart of a man deemed impossible and heartless and in return, had received more than she could have ever thought possible.
She smiled faintly, her hand pausing once more on her stomach. Vegeta had done and said so many things to her over the past few months that Bulma was still struggling to come to terms with it. He had saved her, risked his very life for her, and had given himself to her in body and soul. She touched the skin on her neck where he had bitten her. It seemed she was a marked woman. A smile touched the corners of her mouth. It seemed.
"Do they bother you?"
Bulma jumped, but only slightly. She turned to see Vegeta standing at the sink, a toothbrush in hand. He was completely naked, and she could not help but let her eyes trail over the glorious dark flesh that covered him like a sheet of iron.
She let her fingers linger. "Bothered.by these?" she asked.
He turned to face her and she smiled at the toothpaste foam at the corners of his mouth. He glared at her smile and the frown only made the foam touch the tip of his nose, lending him a rather adorable but grumpy look. She giggled, and turned off the shower. She stepped out and wrapped herself into his arms.
"No." she said. "I rather like them."
Vegeta looked down at the naked woman in his arms and a small, relieved smile crossed his face for a fleeting moment. "Good." He said gruffly. "Because they're there forever, woman."
The statement hung thick in the air, and although the both of them knew it, it was still a shock to hear it loud and clear. Vegeta had struggled indeed to come to terms with the fact that he had chosen a loud, abrasive and generally unpleasant human for a mate. But it was times like these, when he held her against him and watched the way her delicate fingers would trace the marks, signifying them, committing them to memory.he knew he had chosen right. Yet.something was amiss today. He could feel it in the air, although he wasn't quite sure why he hadn't caught it earlier, or why he could not figure out what exactly was wrong. He had been struggling to figure it out ever since he had woken up. Bulma shifted against him. She seemed content with hugging him, so he let the thoughts linger. The problem seemed to be Bulma. He had awoken to a strange sensation which had left immediately after Bulma had. Was something wrong with her? Perhaps the Psytrim had not reacted well with her?
Bulma noticed the odd look on his face and gently touched his cheek. "What's wrong?"
He pushed her hand away. "Nothing." He said quickly. "I'm going to take a shower."
She turned and watched as he walked into the shower stall and yanked the curtain shut. She sighed and turned to the sink. Had she chosen right? It seemed the man could never make up his mind. One moment she thought he would melt completely, that she had him in her grasp! But then that dark cloud would steal over his features and shut her out again and once more she was at a loss for hope.
Bulma finished brushing her teeth and rinsed the sink out. She was about to return the cap to the toothpaste when she felt another strange pain in her gut. She faltered for a moment, pressing her hand to her abdomen, then waited until it was past. She shook her head, confused. Thinking it nothing, she turned to the shower stall. "We're going to auction off the Roctorns today." She said simply, not waiting for an argument. "We need to get these things finished before we can leave."
In the stall, Vegeta waited until he heard her leave before he switched the water off and leaned against the wall, his eyes narrowed his whole body tense.straining. He felt something.something familiar.but completely alien. He had finally figured it out, figured out what had been bothering him since daybreak. The source of the strange sensation radiating from Bulma was simple.
The sensation of a new and tiny Ki.
It was an odd thing that the thought chose to grab her right in that moment, but it did, and it shook her with ferocity and nearly doubled her over with the impact.
Bulma ignored the look on Spider and Ghosts faces as she stumbled up from the floor and raced down the hall to the bathroom. Vegeta was still in there, doing what she didn't know. She came to a slippery halt in front of the door and banged three times, loudly.
"What the hell, woman?" Vegeta bellowed.
Bulma was shaking. "Let me in!" she cried.
Inside, Vegeta frowned. Why did she sound so frantic? He was only having a bath. The shower had not felt very good, and so he had decided a good hot soak would clear his thoughts. Perhaps.she had discovered as well.
"Then come in." he said. "It's not like you haven't seen it all before."
The door opened and Bulma stepped inside cautiously. Right away he could feel the new Ki flare into all perimeters of the tiny space and it flooded him with its power. It was the most amazing sensation, though he would not admit it, and Vegeta found himself temporarily stunned. He also noticed the obviously lack of good skin coloring in her skin and, alarmed, rose out of the bathtub and went over to her.
"Woman, what's wrong?" he asked. Bulma looked up at him, but did not instantly go into his arms.
"I.I think something is wrong." she said. Vegeta could hear worry evident in her voice, but no anger or regret. He did not think Bulma was the type to be mad at discovering she was pregnant.
"What?" he asked, putting on the front that he didn't care. Bulma continued to stare at the floor, her fingers knotting in all different directions. Inside, both their hearts were pounding, though neither one would say anything.
"Vegeta." Bulma sucked in a breath. "I.I think I'm-"
But Vegeta cut her off by taking her shoulders and turning her around. He pressed her lithe body against his own and snaked his arms around her, his great hands resting on her belly. Bulma moaned at the sensation; it felt great but she could feel the underlying.tenderness within the action. This move was completely devoid of sexual intention on his part, and at this she became confused.
His hands were moving on her stomach. "Bulma," he nuzzled her neck with his lips, prompting her to relax, "This morning I realized something felt amiss with you."
"Amiss?" Bulma stammered.
"Amiss." Vegeta confirmed. "I wondered what it was, and could not figure it out until I realized this morning in the shower just what was bothering me."
Bulma felt her heart stopping. "And?" she whispered.
Vegeta prepared himself to say aloud the words he had not yet come entirely to terms with. "There is a new and tiny Ki inside you, woman. We are going to have a son."
He had sworn to her that she would not be barren.
And he had kept that promise.
Authors Notes: I'm glad to see that you guys seem to harbor no resentments against me! I'm really glad to be out of my writer's block. I'm violently ill right now, so it was hardcore to drag my arse out of bed to write this, but I don't want to make any of you wait any longer, and I want to get this finished too. Anyway, glad you enjoyed the chapter (even if I did feel like Vegeta was acting a little OOC) Well, here's another one!
I guess you all noticed that my chapters are a little bit messed up. Hope you don't mind the confusion!
The Roctorn's knew something was up. They could tell from the moment they had awoken to find Bulma pacing about the room with a troubled and somewhat sorrowful look on her face. Now they too were pacing with her, all their tails swishing in their now agitated state.
Bulma had awoken in the early hours of the morning. She had carefully (and regretfully) detached herself from Vegeta's warm embrace and had prepared one of the very last cups of coffee for herself. Eggs were frying on the burner and the smell of food permeated the air. She wore her housecoat and slippers and was trying desperately to figure two things out. One, how on earth was she going to make the last four boxes of pre-packaged food last until she and Vegeta got back to Earth? And secondly, just what was she going to do about the Roctorns that now lay at her feet, staring expectantly up at her? Bulma suddenly felt like a mother; with all the eyes on her demanding an explanation, demanding that she make everything work out. She refused to let them back into the wild for the reason that she was frightened for them, but also because Strifelon had told her that they would be unable to survive on their own. So what was she going to do about them?
She thought about rehabilitation, but that was out of the question since she was certain nobody on R'haksin had the time or patience for that. Bulma sighed and decided to have a shower to clear her mind. What good was it if she couldn't think?
Bulma smiled as the hot spray hit her body. Yes, the shower had been a great idea. She leaned against the stall and drank in the steam, trying to put order to her thoughts. So many things had changed, over so little a time. She and Vegeta had made love.on a number of occasions now. Yaumcha was no longer in her thoughts. She had made and saved a dear friend. She had been brutally attacked. She had come close to being crushed by tons of rock. She had visited a new planet, discovered many new things, made many friends and had, very horribly, suffered through a terrible disease that had racked her body and mind. Bulma's hand paused as it ran down her belly, and she felt her eyes tear up as the one prominent thought grabbed her; most of all.she had captured the heart of a man deemed impossible and heartless and in return, had received more than she could have ever thought possible.
She smiled faintly, her hand pausing once more on her stomach. Vegeta had done and said so many things to her over the past few months that Bulma was still struggling to come to terms with it. He had saved her, risked his very life for her, and had given himself to her in body and soul. She touched the skin on her neck where he had bitten her. It seemed she was a marked woman. A smile touched the corners of her mouth. It seemed.
"Do they bother you?"
Bulma jumped, but only slightly. She turned to see Vegeta standing at the sink, a toothbrush in hand. He was completely naked, and she could not help but let her eyes trail over the glorious dark flesh that covered him like a sheet of iron.
She let her fingers linger. "Bothered.by these?" she asked.
He turned to face her and she smiled at the toothpaste foam at the corners of his mouth. He glared at her smile and the frown only made the foam touch the tip of his nose, lending him a rather adorable but grumpy look. She giggled, and turned off the shower. She stepped out and wrapped herself into his arms.
"No." she said. "I rather like them."
Vegeta looked down at the naked woman in his arms and a small, relieved smile crossed his face for a fleeting moment. "Good." He said gruffly. "Because they're there forever, woman."
The statement hung thick in the air, and although the both of them knew it, it was still a shock to hear it loud and clear. Vegeta had struggled indeed to come to terms with the fact that he had chosen a loud, abrasive and generally unpleasant human for a mate. But it was times like these, when he held her against him and watched the way her delicate fingers would trace the marks, signifying them, committing them to memory.he knew he had chosen right. Yet.something was amiss today. He could feel it in the air, although he wasn't quite sure why he hadn't caught it earlier, or why he could not figure out what exactly was wrong. He had been struggling to figure it out ever since he had woken up. Bulma shifted against him. She seemed content with hugging him, so he let the thoughts linger. The problem seemed to be Bulma. He had awoken to a strange sensation which had left immediately after Bulma had. Was something wrong with her? Perhaps the Psytrim had not reacted well with her?
Bulma noticed the odd look on his face and gently touched his cheek. "What's wrong?"
He pushed her hand away. "Nothing." He said quickly. "I'm going to take a shower."
She turned and watched as he walked into the shower stall and yanked the curtain shut. She sighed and turned to the sink. Had she chosen right? It seemed the man could never make up his mind. One moment she thought he would melt completely, that she had him in her grasp! But then that dark cloud would steal over his features and shut her out again and once more she was at a loss for hope.
Bulma finished brushing her teeth and rinsed the sink out. She was about to return the cap to the toothpaste when she felt another strange pain in her gut. She faltered for a moment, pressing her hand to her abdomen, then waited until it was past. She shook her head, confused. Thinking it nothing, she turned to the shower stall. "We're going to auction off the Roctorns today." She said simply, not waiting for an argument. "We need to get these things finished before we can leave."
In the stall, Vegeta waited until he heard her leave before he switched the water off and leaned against the wall, his eyes narrowed his whole body tense.straining. He felt something.something familiar.but completely alien. He had finally figured it out, figured out what had been bothering him since daybreak. The source of the strange sensation radiating from Bulma was simple.
The sensation of a new and tiny Ki.
It was an odd thing that the thought chose to grab her right in that moment, but it did, and it shook her with ferocity and nearly doubled her over with the impact.
Bulma ignored the look on Spider and Ghosts faces as she stumbled up from the floor and raced down the hall to the bathroom. Vegeta was still in there, doing what she didn't know. She came to a slippery halt in front of the door and banged three times, loudly.
"What the hell, woman?" Vegeta bellowed.
Bulma was shaking. "Let me in!" she cried.
Inside, Vegeta frowned. Why did she sound so frantic? He was only having a bath. The shower had not felt very good, and so he had decided a good hot soak would clear his thoughts. Perhaps.she had discovered as well.
"Then come in." he said. "It's not like you haven't seen it all before."
The door opened and Bulma stepped inside cautiously. Right away he could feel the new Ki flare into all perimeters of the tiny space and it flooded him with its power. It was the most amazing sensation, though he would not admit it, and Vegeta found himself temporarily stunned. He also noticed the obviously lack of good skin coloring in her skin and, alarmed, rose out of the bathtub and went over to her.
"Woman, what's wrong?" he asked. Bulma looked up at him, but did not instantly go into his arms.
"I.I think something is wrong." she said. Vegeta could hear worry evident in her voice, but no anger or regret. He did not think Bulma was the type to be mad at discovering she was pregnant.
"What?" he asked, putting on the front that he didn't care. Bulma continued to stare at the floor, her fingers knotting in all different directions. Inside, both their hearts were pounding, though neither one would say anything.
"Vegeta." Bulma sucked in a breath. "I.I think I'm-"
But Vegeta cut her off by taking her shoulders and turning her around. He pressed her lithe body against his own and snaked his arms around her, his great hands resting on her belly. Bulma moaned at the sensation; it felt great but she could feel the underlying.tenderness within the action. This move was completely devoid of sexual intention on his part, and at this she became confused.
His hands were moving on her stomach. "Bulma," he nuzzled her neck with his lips, prompting her to relax, "This morning I realized something felt amiss with you."
"Amiss?" Bulma stammered.
"Amiss." Vegeta confirmed. "I wondered what it was, and could not figure it out until I realized this morning in the shower just what was bothering me."
Bulma felt her heart stopping. "And?" she whispered.
Vegeta prepared himself to say aloud the words he had not yet come entirely to terms with. "There is a new and tiny Ki inside you, woman. We are going to have a son."
He had sworn to her that she would not be barren.
And he had kept that promise.