Chapter 5
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Bulma was walking towards Vegeta after her movie. She noticed there was a strange look on his face, almost if he was...sad about something. But Vegeta was hardly ever sad! "Vegeta, what's wrong with you?" Bulma asked. Vegeta didn't answer. "Let's just get in the Ferrari and go home." He said. He started walking toward the car. "When we get home, will you tell me what's wrong?" Bulma asked Vegeta. Vegeta nodded. "Sure I will. But it's nothing, really." Vegeta held the door for Bulma and then got in himself. Bulma was puzzled. Vegeta never held doors for her. Why the big change now? Vegeta pulled the gear shift and stepped on the gas. "Some people are so cruel..." he said under his breath. "Out of the trash....clothes out of the trash..." He added. Bulma was getting fed up. There was something wrong with her Geeta and she aimed to figure out what it was--right now! So she reached her high heel over and jammed on the brakes of the Ferrari. It squealed to a stop on the side of the road. "NOW, Vegeta." Bulma said. "You tell me what you saw." Vegeta growled angrily, but then he just sighed. "Alright, Bulma, I will." He said. "It was outside the theater. I was doing loops, when I saw someone on the bench. He was wearing a jacket, and he looked horrid." Bulma nodded, saying she understood what he was telling her. "It was an old black bum. He was very sick--he kept on coughing. He told me he had no family, no money, and he got his clothes out of the trash. And--he still appreciated life! An old black man with nothing....and he still loves his life!" Bulma looked at Vegeta and saw that he was truly sad. But SHE was truly disgusted.
"VEGETA!" She said. "Did you go around a filthy old, disease-ridden monster of a bum?" She asked. "You stay away from people like that! They just aim to steal money from us rich folks to steal money from us!" Vegeta's bottom lip was trembling. "But he didn't ask for any money! He didn't ask for anything!" He put the Ferrari back in 3rd gear and began to drive. He coulden't beleive that Bulma...was saying things like this. "Well, Vegeta, you'll end up with some kind of sickness. You stay away from that man, do you hear me?" Vegeta looked straight ahead and growled, 'I do not have to listen to you. Now leave me alone." Bulma decided to leave him alone. He had just had a traumatic experiance.
"What's wrong with me?" Bra asked the doctor who came in the office after exmaining her. "Do I have appendicitus? Kidney stones?" The doctor shook his head at both. "No! I have good news!" Bra cocked her head. "What good news can come out of throwing up and feeling queasy?" Rehmon looked up from his magazine in anticipation. "You....you're pregnant, Bra!" The doctor said.
There was a moment of stunned silence.
"What kind of fool do you take me for?" Bra said. "I'm not irresponsible. I always, always use a rubber." Rehmon threw his magazine down. "No, not always! Not with me, you didn't!" Bra's eyes widened. So the man was right. They didn't use a rubber. "OMG!" Bra said. She got up, and dispite her horrible stomach ache and nausea that accompanied the first trimester of pregnancy, and ran around the room. "NO!" She said. Then she grabbed Rehmon by the shoulders. "Papa....Papa must NEVER know...not until the baby comes out! Do you understand?" Rehmon nodded. "I fully agree...what's bothering me is that your pregnant....and we've only known eachother for a month and 3/4 of another month!" Bra nodded. "I know! Mama....we have to tell Mama. She'll know what to do." Rehmon sighed and began tearing the magazine up in thousands of peices. "I don't know if I should be happy....or what!" Bra said. "How long until you can tell what sex it is?" Bra asked. "until your 3 months pregnant, or at the end of the first trimester. Your about 1 and a half months along the way." Bra sank to the floor. "Papa will KILL me when he finds out. He already had spasms about me having sex! What about being PREGNANT?" Rehmon shrugged. "I have no idea. let's just tell your mean old mother, to start out with." Bra nodded. "Okay. Let's go." They left.
When Vegeta got back to his house, he immediatly went into him and Bulma's room. Bulma knew he was very upset about seeing the bum who had no one or nothing. "I'll be up to bed in a few minutes!" Bulma said. There was no reply. It was about 1:00 in the morning. "God.....I think I really made him sad." Bulma gasped. "Maybe he won't even want me to sleep in the same bed as him tonight. I mean, I did insult his bum." Bulma thought about the old black bum. She had seen him many times before, but Bulma had never felt anything towards him. She knew that most bums were bums because they used all their money to buy drugs, and when they got out of jail they had no where to go. "He could always go to a homeless shelter." Bulma said to herself, trying to ease some of the guilt. "I'll bet he does, when it gets colder. I've seen that coat he wears. It really IS holey." Bulma shrugged and walked up the stairs.
"Vegeta?" Bulma said. He wasn't on the bed. But she could hear the shower running. The door to the shower stall was misty. "Oh, he's in the shower." Bulma said. But it was 1:00 in the morning! What kind of wacko takes showers at that time of night??!! Bulma put her hand on the shower stall door and felt that it was ice cold. He was taking a cold shower, like most depressed people did. "Why did a stupid bum on the side of the road cut him so deep?" Bulma asked herself. She saw that Vegeta was sitting in the shower, with the ice cold water running, in his clothes, huddled in the corner. "Vegeta!" Bulma called. "What?" He asked. He didn't sound sad, but you could tell he was by looking at him. "Come out of there. I bet your cold." She took a towel and held it open. "I've got a towel for you. I'll even put it in the dryer so it's nice and warm!" She ran down the hall and shoved it in the dryer for about 2 minutes so it was nice and toasty, then brought it back to the bathroom.
"It's nice and warm now, but if you don't get out, it'll be cold again." Bulma said. Vegeta stepped out of the shower, his clothes clinging to him like he was taking a bath in syrup. His lips were blue from the immense cold. Water was dripping between his eyes. "I-I'm c-c-cold." He said, hugging himself tightly. Bulma ripped off his wet clothes so he was only in his underwear, and then wrapped the towel about him. The warmth of the towel was nothing compared to the cold. His whole body was numb. "Vegeta, your so stupid!" Bulma said. "What on earth possesed you to do that?" She wrapped 2 more newly dried towels over Vegeta. But he was still shivering. "But t-the b-b-hum w-was sitting o-on the buh-buh-bench and he was s-sad." Vegeta rolled on the bed many times in attempt to warm up. "You get under the covers." Bulma said. She pulled the blanket-wrapped Vegeta up and under the covers up to his neck. Then, when Bulma was about to get on her pajamas and get in bed with Vegeta, she heard the front door open. "Who could that be?" Bulma asked. She finsihed putting on her pajamas and went downstairs.
"Momma!" Bra said, running up and running into Bulma. She fell into the couch. "Bra? I wasn't even aware you were gone! And what the hell is so d*mn important that you have to run into me??" Bra was breathing hard and irregular. "Maybe I should tell her..." Rehmon said. "I don't want cha to faint on me." Bra sat down on the couch, one hand clamped over her stomach. The nausea was horrible. "Okay." Bra said. "You can tell her. But Momma-- you have to promise us something! You can't EVER tell Papa!" Bulma cocked her head. "I can't promise you that. I tell Vegeta nearly everything." Bra rolled her eyes. "Just say you promise so we can tell you already!" Bulma nodded and sighed. "Alright, I promise." She had her fingers crossed behind her back, though.
"Okay. Here's what we have to say." Said Rehmon. He took a deep breath. "We would just like to tell you that....Bra's pregnant." Bulma stared at Rehmon with a blank look on her face. She was picking at her fingernails. "Nice try. Ha Ha. What do you have to tell me?" Bra nodded. "It's true, Momma. Want to see the sonogram?" She pulled a picture out of a manilla involope of a tiny baby inside her stomach. Bulma saw it and screamed bloody murder! "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" She said, and grabbed the picture. She ripped it up into a thousand peices. "You little slut! How dare you go around f*cking without a condom?! I thought I taught you better than that, you slutchild! Now look what you've done! You've done gone and got yourself PREGNANT for christ's sake! No good education....nothing! Your entire life is waisted!" Bulma picked up a vase and hurled it at Rehmon's head.
"And you...you f*cked her! I could kill you!" Bulma threw the small breakast-table T.V at Rehmon. It barely missed his head and slammed into the wall. "Hey hey hey.....we already had a falling out yesterday...let's not make it worse!" Rehmon growled. Bulma backed against the wall. That horrible voice and look in his eyes--was the same evil look that he used to have back before he died!!! Bulma backed away, and calmed down a little. "Bra, I'm very dissapointed in you.....but I respect your decision to make yourself pregnant. The only thing I sincerely pray for is that you two don't break up. Because, Rehmon, if you were to break up with my daughter, I just might send one angry husband to kill you, you understand?" Rehmon nodded. "Yes, Mrs. Breifs. I understand." Bulma shook her head and sighed, and walked up the stairs. "Oh, and Bra--why don't you go finish your night's stay with Rehmon? You may not wanna be around here now..." Bra nodded furiously. "Sure, but 1st, I have to go and get something out of my room." She raced up the stairs, leaving Rehmon and Bulma downstairs by themselves. "Sooo..." Bulma said. "Lucky I never got pregnant with you, huh?" Rehmon nodded slowly. "I feel very uncomfortable talking about my feelings for you in the past. You were a total b*tch to me." Rehmon crossed his arms over his manly chest and swished his tail.
"B*tch to you?" Bulma asked, rather loud. "You threatened to kill my son and almost succeeded in killing my husband!" Rehmon nodded. "Yes, because you told me you loved me and I thought you wanted to be with me. And let me tell you--the origional plan was to kidnap you and take you away from earth before I blew it up, but Vegeta foiled me...and you did, by poisening me. And I still loved you even though you did that. But then, after I died, 18 resurrected me on the same island that I died on. As I was walking through the old cove there, I stepped on something." Rehmon stopped to clear his throat. "I picked it up, and it was the same pink diamond I got you. That made me so mad, I didn't love you anymore." Bulma crossed her arms and nodded. "And that's the way I like it." She said. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going up to my--" 'TRUNKS!! YOU GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" Rehmon and Bulma heard her yell. They both ran up the stairs, but Rehmon was faster. He beat Bulma to the room.
"Wat's the mattuh, Bra?" Rehmon asked. "Trunks was in my room and he was reading my notes!" Trunks ran out of the room. He was sneezing, because he was allergic to fluffy. "Wait!" Bulma said. She grabbed the back of his jacket. "Bra and Rehmon have something to tell you." He looked at them both. "What is it?" He asked. Bra noticed 2 Barbie legs sticking out of his jacket, but she decided not to ask. "Ummm.....I'm gonna have a baby." Bra said. Trunks' blue eyes got as big as dinner plates. "WOW! Yeah, I read in your note that you had sex." Then Trunks walked down the hall and into his room. He didn't seem to care much. Bulma sighed. "Well, get what you need and get out of here." Bulma said. Bra nodded and she did.
In the morning, Vegeta was picking at his eggs that Bulma made him and not even taking a bite at all. "Are you alright, Veggie? You haven't eaten in hours!" Vegeta nodded and let his fork flop on the plate. It made a dingy noise. "I'm fine." He sighed. "Now leave me alone." Bulma backed away and went to wash dishes. She heard Vegeta picking at his scrambled eggs a little longer, then he pushed his chair out of underneath the table and went upstairs. Bulma let him go.
Vegeta went up the stairs with a million thoughts running through his mind. First, there was the bum. The poor, innocent soul who was sittng on the bench, trapped in the world of a lonely unloved. Vegeta went into his room and shut the door. It wasn't only the bum that was bothering him. It was Bulma. There was something wrong with her, and she was keeping something from Vegeta. He knew it, and it made him mad. He wanted to grab her neck and squeeze it until her eyes popped out he was so mad. But he would find out sooner or later. Right now, he needed a new boot. The one he was wearing had a hole, so he dove in his closet. There were many other boots here, some were brown and some were black, but his feet had gotten bigger so some were too small. As he was digging through the closet, doing something so innocent as looking for a boot, he saw a book.
His attention was called to this particular book because it was missing it's cover. But the title page was clearly visible. The title page said 'ACROSS FIVE APRILS'. He noticed this book as one he had seen Bulma read many a times. She read for entertainment sometimes. He didn't see how reading words scrawled across a page by a computer could be interesting, but sometimes Bulma laughed at them. But then, there were other times, when they made her cry. Then Vegeta thought of something. The bum had nothing. Nothing for entertainment, except scrounging for food off the streets and out of trashcans. Maybe this book would bring some happiness to the poor man. Vegeta didn't know why he even cared. He barely cared about anybody except his family. But, just the same, he decided to take the book to the black guy.
Vegeta landed at the movie theater. It wasn't open today, so there wasn't anyone rushing out of it. That was good; he woulden't have to battle crowds or worry about other people seeing him as he did this deed. He walked around the building to the bench as it was just starting to rain, and sure enough, the bum lay huddled under the bench, the ugly jacket pulled around him, shivering from the cold. He was hacking, and some horrible substance came out of his mouth every time he did so.
"Hey! Old Bum!" Vegeta said, running over, waving the book. The bum looked up. "H-hello, s-son." He said. Vegeta didn't like to be called that. "Don't call me that. Call me Vegeta. That's my name." The bum nodded. "What should I call you?" Vegeta asked the bum. Maybe he could have a friend for once who wasn't stronger than him? "I don't know my name." The bum said. "Don't remember muh parents, so I don't remember my name." Vegeta gasped. "You don't remember your name? I barely ever knew my mother and I lost my father at age 10, and I still know my name!" The bum shrugged. "Let's call you...." Vegeta thought of a name. "Benny. Benny the old bum. How do you like the little title?" The bum shrugged. Vegeta was completly unaware he was being rude.
"So.....Benny...I brought you something.....to keep you entertained. You know, while you sit here underneath the bench and all that stuff." The bum rolled over on his back and looked at the book. "I certainly hope it's not that book. I don't know how to read." Vegeta gasped and zipped his jacket. It was freezing out here!! "Can't read?" Vegeta asked. He ki blasted the book. "Every time I try to do something nice..." Then he noticed the man pulling the raggity old jacket around him, hoping for protection which wasn't there. Vegeta looked at the warm leather of his jacket. Then, he took it off and gave it to the bum. "Here's a better jacket.' He said. Benny took it with gratitude. "Thanks so much, Veggenta." Vegeta let his mistake with his name slide. He didn't care if he got called Veggenta. The bum put the jacket on, and cuddled into it. "You've helped me in more ways than one." Said the bum. He reached in the pocket and pulled out 100's of dollars, which Vegeta forgot to take out!
Vegeta was about to say, 'hey, that's my money for the electric bill, my wife will kill me if you take that', but then he just shrugged. "Merry Christmas, Benny!" He said, even though it was 2 months till Christmas.
"Vegeta, where have you been?" Bulma asked him. Vegeta shrugged. "I went to...." He decided to explain for the lost money in his alibi. "I paid the electric bill." Bulma smiled. "Thank you. Where's your leather jacket, honey? That was a 500 dollar jacket." Vegeta looked at the floor and shuffled his feet. "Um.....I was attacked by a puma out on the street! He ripped off my jacket and then I managed to get away, but just by the skin of my teeth!!" Behind his back, Vegeta scratched his arm with a key. It left a red and bloody scratch. He dropped the keys back into his pocket and held out his arm. "See what it did with it's claws?" Bulma looked at his arm and laughed. "Vegeta, there are and never were any Puma's in West City. Not even in the woods north of here. There's plenty of wolves; but no pumas."
Vegeta figured it was better to stick to one lie than make another. "I um....I really did see a puma! And he really did attack me!" Vegeta crossed his arms and stood his ground. Bulma rolled her eyes. "Fine, Vegeta. Whatever you say." She petted his hair. Bulma didn't beleive him at all.
"I like Clemintine." Trunks said. "Clemintine is a good name for a girl." Bra thought about that. "It's a cute name, there's no doubt about that. But what would her middle name be? There's hardly anything out there that's a good match for Clemintine." Trunks shrugged. "I'm not the father, here." Bra looked at Rehmon. "What do you think?" She asked. Rehmon looked up in his head, like people do when they are thinking very hard about something, or trying to look like they are. "You know what? I like Kayla for a girl." "THAT'S HIDEOUS!" Trunks said. (I like the name Kayla. If any of you people out there are named Kayla, it's not me. It's Trunks) Bra shook her head. "It's not hideous. But there's tons of other names we could give a little girl."
Rehmon was writing some down. "What about Marisha?" He asked. "That's a common Saiyan name." Bra shrugged. "That's kind of pretty. But if it's a girl, we could name it after one of our mothers. What was your mother's name?" Rehmon thought. "Lemme think...she's been long dead...Oh. Her name was Mergatroid" Bra made a face. "BLECH, NO! I won't name my girl Mergatroid! If it even IS a girl, anyways." Rehmon nodded. "I didn't think that you would. But I don't nesecarily like the name Bulma for our child either, if that's what you were pointing at." Bra shook her head feircly. "Oh, heavens no!" Rehmon was happy. "How about...Rosemary?" Bra liked that one. "Yeah! I like Rosemary!" She said. "It's such a cute name!" Rehmon was ecstatic. "Okay, middle names here..." Trunks wrote the word 'Rosemary' on a sheet of paper 10 times to try out middle names. "How about...Rosemary Wilkens?" Bra slapped Trunks. "Wilkens is a BOY'S middle name. But it does sound nice..." Rehmon tried to get the idea out of her head. "How about....Rosemary Lynn." Bra clapped. "Bravo! I like that! If it's a girl, we name it Rosemary Lynn....that is, if we don't change our minds."
Everyone got new sheets of paper. "Alright. Boys names." Bra said. Everyone was stumped. "Boys...Boys have to LOOK like a name." Trunks said. Bra and Rehmon cocked their heads. "Whatever." Bra said. "How about our dad's names? What was your dad's name, Rehmon?" He thought a little "His name was Lindin." He said. Bra hated that name. It sounded like some kind of brand of tea!! "Okay, No Lindin, and we're definently not naming it Vegeta. That name is grotesque." Trunks scribbled a name on his paper. "How about Landon?" He asked. Bra stared at him for a moment. "That's a wonderous name!" She said. "Landon.... I like it!" Rehmon said. Trunks patted himself on the back. "Now for middle names." Bra raised a finger. "I got it! Landen vegeta!" Rehmon nodded. "The name Landon is like my dad's name, and Vegeta is your dad's name. It's like a combo." Bra nodded. "Like it?" Rehmon nodded. "If it's a boy, it's Landon Vegeta Breifs....since I can't remember my last name. And if it's a girl, it's Rosemary Lynn Breifs. I like it." HIm and Bra hugged and Trunks gagged.
"I have to tell you something, Vegeta." Bulma said. This was it. Vegeta knew she had been hiding something from him, and he hoped whatever she was about to tell him was it. "I...I." Bulma began. "Jesus! Your not premenopausal are you?" Bulma shook her head. "No, I...I.... I spent 40 dollars on Blueberry muffins!" She started to fake sob, but Vegeta just stared at her.
"You expect me to beleive that, when there's no muffins in this d*mn house? I looked for some this morning! Now tell me, what are you hiding from me?" Bulma looked at the ground, and was about to walk out, but Vegeta sprang to his feet and caught her, spur of the moment. "You are like a d*mn cat." Bulma said. "Now let go of my wrist so I can go away in shame." Vegeta shook his head. "Not until you tell me. Wives shoulden't keep secrets from their husbands." Bulma wriggled some more. "Who said I was keeping anything from you? AND, your about to break my wrist. Let go of me." Vegeta increased his grip by a smidgen. "I will not let you go until you tell me! I know your keeping something from me; I'm not stupid!"
Bulma sighed. It was a very pleasant smelling sigh, to Vegeta. Her breath smelled like mints. But he didn't even know why he was thinking about that at a moment like this. "Okay.." Bulma said in the most quiet and innocent voice she could muster. "I'll tell you." Vegeta could see how uncomfortable he was making her, so he released her. She walked over to the table, seeming like she was in some sort of trance, and sank into the expensive seats. "First, though, I want to tell you that I have nothing to do with this." Bulma said. "This is not about me nor about you, alright? So you can stop worrying that I'm having an affair." A huge weight was lifted off of Vegeta's chest. "Okay." Said Vegeta. "What is it?"
"Well..." Bulma said. She coughed fakely into her palm to stall time, even if it was only an instant. She knew Vegeta would be very angry, and she didn't know towards what direction he would vent his anger--toward her, Bra, or most of all, Rehmon. Bulma took a deep breath, so deep it hurt her chest to do so. "Bra's Pregnant." She said. Vegeta stared at her, with an ample look. He cocked his head. "What?" He asked quietly. "I said that--"
"WHAT?!"
"I was just telling you, before I was so rudely--"
"WHAT!!!!????!!???"
Vegeta sprang up from his chair. He leaped on top of the dining room table. Bulma heard the wood splinter and shake. "Get down from there!" Bulma said, placing a hand on his leg. He kicked, and it came off. "YOU TELL ME THIS NOW?!" He kicked the breakfast dishes off the table and they splintered against the wall. Bulma coulden't tell if he was aiming for her or not. She hoped not, because next time he might not miss. "Yes, I tell you this now, because you woulden't let me go if I didn't! I planned to keep it with you until she only had about 2 weeks left." This made Vegeta even madder. He was so mad, with his red face and clenched fists he resembled some sort of dragon. "KEEP IT FROM ME?! WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU DO A STUPID THING LIKE THAT! I THOUGHT I WAS A MEMBER OF THIS FAMILY, AND AS A MEMBER OF THIS FAMILY, I GET TO KNOW WHEN MY DAUGHTER IS PREGNANT!" He kicked an orange juice glass off the table. "You just asked me WHY I told you!" Bulma said. "Make up your mind, get off the table and STOP SCREAMING!" Vegeta pounced off the table and right in front of Bulma. His eyes were blazing. "I don't know! But all I know is I'm mad at you!" He yelled in her face. "You let this happen! You woulden't get Rehmon away from our daughter when I asked you to!" Bulma was getting fed up with this yelling stuff, right in her face. Vegeta needed his senses knocked back into him. So, when he hitched a deep breath to begin a scentence, she slapped him.
It was the hardest slap she could muster, right in the mouth. A trickle of blood ran down Vegeta's chin and out his nose. "YOU SLAP GEETA!" Said Vegeta. He'd been slapped before, but not when he was this mad. Even HE was afraid of what he might do. "GET OUT OF MY SIGHT BEFORE I BLOW YOU UP!" Vegeta said. Bulma knew that wasn't a threat. It was a WARNING. When Vegeta got mad, he did things he would regret. He was warning her to leave before he reached that stage. "Go away! NOW!" Vegeta said. "I'll be up later!" Then he kicked a hole in the refrigerator. Bulma ran up the stairs.
Vegeta had almost destroyed everything in the kitchen. He knew where he had to go, but he didn't know if he could make it in time to keep from blowing up the Capsule corp--or the entire earth. He was running as fast as he could, he didn't know why he wasn't flying, to the gravity room. The only place that could take one of his blasts without exploding. He ran past Bra and Rehmon on the couch, and rage flared up so he almost blew it up then and there. But he kept his temper in check, awfully well for him, and made it out there. He flopped into the door and it opened, spilling him inside the stuffy GR. He quickly went to the machine and put it on 550 G's. He coulden't even stand 450 back in the days when he was training for the androids, but now he was stronger.
Then, Vegeta started shooting Big Bang attacks at everything--the walls, the machines....everything. He wished he had some of those little clay pigeons you get to throw when your angry or upset. but Big Bangs would do.
Bulma decided to lay on the bed and take a nap. She wasn't very old; no, just middle aged, but hey, everyone gets tired sometimes. "Bra's gonna kill me for telling Vegeta about the baby." Bulma said to herself, or maybe to the fish on her and Vegeta's nightstand. Vegeta's baby plant was on there, as well, 2 or 3 Harliquin romance novels, a little lamp shaped like a spanish chicka dancer that Vegeta thought was pretty, and a box of Marlboro lights. Vegeta's. He wasn't a regular smoker, he only smoked when he was stressed or upset. The package was full now, and had been full for a long time, but around the time Trunks was born Vegeta had smoked, roughly, three packs a day. Bulma sighed and pushed the blanket that was on her down to her feet because it was hot in the room. Then she turned on the T.V to the news and closed her eyes while she listened to it.
"I don't want to go!" Trunks said, after getting over the surprise of Vegeta rushing past them and not even saying a word to Bra. Trunks KNEW Vegeta had just found out from the look on his face. "I don't want to go and help you go and pick out baby clothes! It's not my baby! and plus, you guys don't even know if it's a boy or a girl yet! How will you shop for it?" Bra realized that, just then, stupidly. "Oh. I guess we can't shop for clothes, then." She hung her head, and Rehmon put an arm around her shoulder. "It's okay, Bra. We can shop for baby beds and things to decorate his/her room!" Bra nodded. "But we have to decorate it in something that would be either boy or girl--and we have to pick a room for it first!" Trunks wanted to help, because he didn't want the baby in a room next to him. He didn't want to hear it.
"How about the room next to yours, Bra?" Trunks asked. "It's one of the biggest ones in the house...and it's right next to yours, so you could hear your baby. Plus, that room has it's own bathroom like mom and dad's so you can add a changing table and diaper pail and baby food rack in there!" Bra nodded. "I like that idea! The room is so big, we'll have room for it's baby bed, it's toyboxes, and it's TV and VCR.....it's radio, it's Powerwheels car...." Rehmon nodded. "But why does our baby need all that?" Bra looked at him like he had said something terribly offensive. "Our baby has got to be happy, Rehmon, honey! And what makes babys happy besides all the stuff they could ever want?" Rehmon didn't even have to think on that one. "Parents that love them? And why can't you move in with me in my apartment? We'd have our own place!"
Bra thought for a moment. "Rehmon, I'm 16 years old. I don't want to move away from home, yet! And my parents are rich, so I'm going to be rich as long as I live with them!" Rehmon nodded. "But I start work as a lawyer Monday. You will be rich." Bra looked at him. "But I don't want to move away from my home until I'm 18!" Rehmon shrugged, then nodded his approval. "I don't mind, really. I understand. I'm 23; so It wasn't that long ago....or long ago that I remember, that I was thinking the same things." Trunks looked back and forth. He wondered if this couple was going to last very long!!
"But we will have to make certain arrangements, because if I don't see my child every day I'll be p*ssed." Rehmon said. Bra hugged him around the stomach. "You will. Because I've decided that, before the baby gets born, I want you to move in with me!" Rehmon backed up and looked at her. "But your folks won't like that! Your parents don't like me, at all." Bra shrugged. "Who cares what they like? We have a baby coming! I'm gonna be a mother! I don't care if they care!" Rehmon nodded. "Alright. It's important for me to know my baby, anyway."
Vegeta walked into the kitchen. Training in the GR had brought his anger down somewhat....but not that much, at all. He opened the creaky cabinet and pulled out a small bottle of pills. They said 'PERKISET'. They were pills for someone upset or conflicted, and they helped you calm down for a while. Vegeta had found, that, from previous experiance, they really worked. He shook 2 into his hands and chewed them up. But then he thought a moment and took one more.
He shuffled up the stairs in a very angry way--his fists were clenched, his face was in a snarl, and he felt like exploding. But as soon as he got to the closed door of his room, he forced himself to take 2 or 3 deep breaths and get calm before he entered. He knew Bulma was in here, and the way he had blown up at her earlier....that was mean. So he needed to be nice right now, the pride be d*mned.
Vegeta pushed open the door and saw that the TV was on. Bulma was laying on the bed with her eyes closed and her blanket pushed down to her feet. He could see by her regular breathing that she was indeed asleep. He walked over and pulled the blanket up all the way on her, then he walked to the nightstand and got a cigeratte. He lit it up with a ki blast and took a long puff. It had been so long since he'd smoked, that it felt great. A small pocketknife on the nightstand caught his eye. Why does Bulma have this out? He thought. Is she afraid I've gone TRULY insane? The Perkiset was truly beginning to calm down the Vegeta. He didn't feel like his veins were popping anymore.
"I hope Bulma forgives me." Vegeta said. Then he touched the large, ugly swelling on his lip Bulma had caused. "I forgave her for that nasty slap." He added. "It hurt pretty good." He noticed something. When he said that, Bulma smiled. She wasn't asleep!!! "Bulma!" Vegeta said. He snatched the blanket off of her. "I forgive you, Geeta." Bulma said. Vegeta twitched at her calling him 'Geeta' while he was still angry, but decided he could live with it. "Good." Said Vegeta. He sat down on the bed and began removing his boots, which were cramping his toes rather uncomfortably. "I need some new boots." He mumbled. Bulma shrugged. "Whaddaya want me to do about it?" Vegeta frowned and layed back on the bed. He watched TV.
"Night night!" Trunks said to Rehmon. Rehmon was getting ready to leave as the sun set. "Goodnight." Rehmon replied to Trunks. He gave Bra a passionate kiss on the lips before ducking out. "WHAT are you THINKING?!" Trunks screamed as soon as Rehmon was gone. "Thinking? I'm not thinking." Said Bra. Trunks made a gurgly noise. "Well...I....I KNOW THAT! BUT REHMON CAN'T STAY HERE!" Bra placed a finger to Trunks' lips. "Shhhhh." She said. "Stop shouting." Trunks ripped her hand away. "Mom and dad hate him! He stays here and dad will go ballistic!" Bra waved him off. "Well, the baby's not due for eight and a half months, so he has all that time to let it on Momma and Papa softly." Trunks coulden't beleive what she was saying. "You must be crazy!" Trunks said. "I'm going to bed!" And Bra decided to follow suit.
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End of this chapter. REVEIW ON EVERY CHAPPIE YOU READ! And if your not reveiwing at all, you might as well stop reading it!!
Disclaimer: I dont own DBZ
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Bulma was walking towards Vegeta after her movie. She noticed there was a strange look on his face, almost if he was...sad about something. But Vegeta was hardly ever sad! "Vegeta, what's wrong with you?" Bulma asked. Vegeta didn't answer. "Let's just get in the Ferrari and go home." He said. He started walking toward the car. "When we get home, will you tell me what's wrong?" Bulma asked Vegeta. Vegeta nodded. "Sure I will. But it's nothing, really." Vegeta held the door for Bulma and then got in himself. Bulma was puzzled. Vegeta never held doors for her. Why the big change now? Vegeta pulled the gear shift and stepped on the gas. "Some people are so cruel..." he said under his breath. "Out of the trash....clothes out of the trash..." He added. Bulma was getting fed up. There was something wrong with her Geeta and she aimed to figure out what it was--right now! So she reached her high heel over and jammed on the brakes of the Ferrari. It squealed to a stop on the side of the road. "NOW, Vegeta." Bulma said. "You tell me what you saw." Vegeta growled angrily, but then he just sighed. "Alright, Bulma, I will." He said. "It was outside the theater. I was doing loops, when I saw someone on the bench. He was wearing a jacket, and he looked horrid." Bulma nodded, saying she understood what he was telling her. "It was an old black bum. He was very sick--he kept on coughing. He told me he had no family, no money, and he got his clothes out of the trash. And--he still appreciated life! An old black man with nothing....and he still loves his life!" Bulma looked at Vegeta and saw that he was truly sad. But SHE was truly disgusted.
"VEGETA!" She said. "Did you go around a filthy old, disease-ridden monster of a bum?" She asked. "You stay away from people like that! They just aim to steal money from us rich folks to steal money from us!" Vegeta's bottom lip was trembling. "But he didn't ask for any money! He didn't ask for anything!" He put the Ferrari back in 3rd gear and began to drive. He coulden't beleive that Bulma...was saying things like this. "Well, Vegeta, you'll end up with some kind of sickness. You stay away from that man, do you hear me?" Vegeta looked straight ahead and growled, 'I do not have to listen to you. Now leave me alone." Bulma decided to leave him alone. He had just had a traumatic experiance.
"What's wrong with me?" Bra asked the doctor who came in the office after exmaining her. "Do I have appendicitus? Kidney stones?" The doctor shook his head at both. "No! I have good news!" Bra cocked her head. "What good news can come out of throwing up and feeling queasy?" Rehmon looked up from his magazine in anticipation. "You....you're pregnant, Bra!" The doctor said.
There was a moment of stunned silence.
"What kind of fool do you take me for?" Bra said. "I'm not irresponsible. I always, always use a rubber." Rehmon threw his magazine down. "No, not always! Not with me, you didn't!" Bra's eyes widened. So the man was right. They didn't use a rubber. "OMG!" Bra said. She got up, and dispite her horrible stomach ache and nausea that accompanied the first trimester of pregnancy, and ran around the room. "NO!" She said. Then she grabbed Rehmon by the shoulders. "Papa....Papa must NEVER know...not until the baby comes out! Do you understand?" Rehmon nodded. "I fully agree...what's bothering me is that your pregnant....and we've only known eachother for a month and 3/4 of another month!" Bra nodded. "I know! Mama....we have to tell Mama. She'll know what to do." Rehmon sighed and began tearing the magazine up in thousands of peices. "I don't know if I should be happy....or what!" Bra said. "How long until you can tell what sex it is?" Bra asked. "until your 3 months pregnant, or at the end of the first trimester. Your about 1 and a half months along the way." Bra sank to the floor. "Papa will KILL me when he finds out. He already had spasms about me having sex! What about being PREGNANT?" Rehmon shrugged. "I have no idea. let's just tell your mean old mother, to start out with." Bra nodded. "Okay. Let's go." They left.
When Vegeta got back to his house, he immediatly went into him and Bulma's room. Bulma knew he was very upset about seeing the bum who had no one or nothing. "I'll be up to bed in a few minutes!" Bulma said. There was no reply. It was about 1:00 in the morning. "God.....I think I really made him sad." Bulma gasped. "Maybe he won't even want me to sleep in the same bed as him tonight. I mean, I did insult his bum." Bulma thought about the old black bum. She had seen him many times before, but Bulma had never felt anything towards him. She knew that most bums were bums because they used all their money to buy drugs, and when they got out of jail they had no where to go. "He could always go to a homeless shelter." Bulma said to herself, trying to ease some of the guilt. "I'll bet he does, when it gets colder. I've seen that coat he wears. It really IS holey." Bulma shrugged and walked up the stairs.
"Vegeta?" Bulma said. He wasn't on the bed. But she could hear the shower running. The door to the shower stall was misty. "Oh, he's in the shower." Bulma said. But it was 1:00 in the morning! What kind of wacko takes showers at that time of night??!! Bulma put her hand on the shower stall door and felt that it was ice cold. He was taking a cold shower, like most depressed people did. "Why did a stupid bum on the side of the road cut him so deep?" Bulma asked herself. She saw that Vegeta was sitting in the shower, with the ice cold water running, in his clothes, huddled in the corner. "Vegeta!" Bulma called. "What?" He asked. He didn't sound sad, but you could tell he was by looking at him. "Come out of there. I bet your cold." She took a towel and held it open. "I've got a towel for you. I'll even put it in the dryer so it's nice and warm!" She ran down the hall and shoved it in the dryer for about 2 minutes so it was nice and toasty, then brought it back to the bathroom.
"It's nice and warm now, but if you don't get out, it'll be cold again." Bulma said. Vegeta stepped out of the shower, his clothes clinging to him like he was taking a bath in syrup. His lips were blue from the immense cold. Water was dripping between his eyes. "I-I'm c-c-cold." He said, hugging himself tightly. Bulma ripped off his wet clothes so he was only in his underwear, and then wrapped the towel about him. The warmth of the towel was nothing compared to the cold. His whole body was numb. "Vegeta, your so stupid!" Bulma said. "What on earth possesed you to do that?" She wrapped 2 more newly dried towels over Vegeta. But he was still shivering. "But t-the b-b-hum w-was sitting o-on the buh-buh-bench and he was s-sad." Vegeta rolled on the bed many times in attempt to warm up. "You get under the covers." Bulma said. She pulled the blanket-wrapped Vegeta up and under the covers up to his neck. Then, when Bulma was about to get on her pajamas and get in bed with Vegeta, she heard the front door open. "Who could that be?" Bulma asked. She finsihed putting on her pajamas and went downstairs.
"Momma!" Bra said, running up and running into Bulma. She fell into the couch. "Bra? I wasn't even aware you were gone! And what the hell is so d*mn important that you have to run into me??" Bra was breathing hard and irregular. "Maybe I should tell her..." Rehmon said. "I don't want cha to faint on me." Bra sat down on the couch, one hand clamped over her stomach. The nausea was horrible. "Okay." Bra said. "You can tell her. But Momma-- you have to promise us something! You can't EVER tell Papa!" Bulma cocked her head. "I can't promise you that. I tell Vegeta nearly everything." Bra rolled her eyes. "Just say you promise so we can tell you already!" Bulma nodded and sighed. "Alright, I promise." She had her fingers crossed behind her back, though.
"Okay. Here's what we have to say." Said Rehmon. He took a deep breath. "We would just like to tell you that....Bra's pregnant." Bulma stared at Rehmon with a blank look on her face. She was picking at her fingernails. "Nice try. Ha Ha. What do you have to tell me?" Bra nodded. "It's true, Momma. Want to see the sonogram?" She pulled a picture out of a manilla involope of a tiny baby inside her stomach. Bulma saw it and screamed bloody murder! "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" She said, and grabbed the picture. She ripped it up into a thousand peices. "You little slut! How dare you go around f*cking without a condom?! I thought I taught you better than that, you slutchild! Now look what you've done! You've done gone and got yourself PREGNANT for christ's sake! No good education....nothing! Your entire life is waisted!" Bulma picked up a vase and hurled it at Rehmon's head.
"And you...you f*cked her! I could kill you!" Bulma threw the small breakast-table T.V at Rehmon. It barely missed his head and slammed into the wall. "Hey hey hey.....we already had a falling out yesterday...let's not make it worse!" Rehmon growled. Bulma backed against the wall. That horrible voice and look in his eyes--was the same evil look that he used to have back before he died!!! Bulma backed away, and calmed down a little. "Bra, I'm very dissapointed in you.....but I respect your decision to make yourself pregnant. The only thing I sincerely pray for is that you two don't break up. Because, Rehmon, if you were to break up with my daughter, I just might send one angry husband to kill you, you understand?" Rehmon nodded. "Yes, Mrs. Breifs. I understand." Bulma shook her head and sighed, and walked up the stairs. "Oh, and Bra--why don't you go finish your night's stay with Rehmon? You may not wanna be around here now..." Bra nodded furiously. "Sure, but 1st, I have to go and get something out of my room." She raced up the stairs, leaving Rehmon and Bulma downstairs by themselves. "Sooo..." Bulma said. "Lucky I never got pregnant with you, huh?" Rehmon nodded slowly. "I feel very uncomfortable talking about my feelings for you in the past. You were a total b*tch to me." Rehmon crossed his arms over his manly chest and swished his tail.
"B*tch to you?" Bulma asked, rather loud. "You threatened to kill my son and almost succeeded in killing my husband!" Rehmon nodded. "Yes, because you told me you loved me and I thought you wanted to be with me. And let me tell you--the origional plan was to kidnap you and take you away from earth before I blew it up, but Vegeta foiled me...and you did, by poisening me. And I still loved you even though you did that. But then, after I died, 18 resurrected me on the same island that I died on. As I was walking through the old cove there, I stepped on something." Rehmon stopped to clear his throat. "I picked it up, and it was the same pink diamond I got you. That made me so mad, I didn't love you anymore." Bulma crossed her arms and nodded. "And that's the way I like it." She said. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going up to my--" 'TRUNKS!! YOU GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" Rehmon and Bulma heard her yell. They both ran up the stairs, but Rehmon was faster. He beat Bulma to the room.
"Wat's the mattuh, Bra?" Rehmon asked. "Trunks was in my room and he was reading my notes!" Trunks ran out of the room. He was sneezing, because he was allergic to fluffy. "Wait!" Bulma said. She grabbed the back of his jacket. "Bra and Rehmon have something to tell you." He looked at them both. "What is it?" He asked. Bra noticed 2 Barbie legs sticking out of his jacket, but she decided not to ask. "Ummm.....I'm gonna have a baby." Bra said. Trunks' blue eyes got as big as dinner plates. "WOW! Yeah, I read in your note that you had sex." Then Trunks walked down the hall and into his room. He didn't seem to care much. Bulma sighed. "Well, get what you need and get out of here." Bulma said. Bra nodded and she did.
In the morning, Vegeta was picking at his eggs that Bulma made him and not even taking a bite at all. "Are you alright, Veggie? You haven't eaten in hours!" Vegeta nodded and let his fork flop on the plate. It made a dingy noise. "I'm fine." He sighed. "Now leave me alone." Bulma backed away and went to wash dishes. She heard Vegeta picking at his scrambled eggs a little longer, then he pushed his chair out of underneath the table and went upstairs. Bulma let him go.
Vegeta went up the stairs with a million thoughts running through his mind. First, there was the bum. The poor, innocent soul who was sittng on the bench, trapped in the world of a lonely unloved. Vegeta went into his room and shut the door. It wasn't only the bum that was bothering him. It was Bulma. There was something wrong with her, and she was keeping something from Vegeta. He knew it, and it made him mad. He wanted to grab her neck and squeeze it until her eyes popped out he was so mad. But he would find out sooner or later. Right now, he needed a new boot. The one he was wearing had a hole, so he dove in his closet. There were many other boots here, some were brown and some were black, but his feet had gotten bigger so some were too small. As he was digging through the closet, doing something so innocent as looking for a boot, he saw a book.
His attention was called to this particular book because it was missing it's cover. But the title page was clearly visible. The title page said 'ACROSS FIVE APRILS'. He noticed this book as one he had seen Bulma read many a times. She read for entertainment sometimes. He didn't see how reading words scrawled across a page by a computer could be interesting, but sometimes Bulma laughed at them. But then, there were other times, when they made her cry. Then Vegeta thought of something. The bum had nothing. Nothing for entertainment, except scrounging for food off the streets and out of trashcans. Maybe this book would bring some happiness to the poor man. Vegeta didn't know why he even cared. He barely cared about anybody except his family. But, just the same, he decided to take the book to the black guy.
Vegeta landed at the movie theater. It wasn't open today, so there wasn't anyone rushing out of it. That was good; he woulden't have to battle crowds or worry about other people seeing him as he did this deed. He walked around the building to the bench as it was just starting to rain, and sure enough, the bum lay huddled under the bench, the ugly jacket pulled around him, shivering from the cold. He was hacking, and some horrible substance came out of his mouth every time he did so.
"Hey! Old Bum!" Vegeta said, running over, waving the book. The bum looked up. "H-hello, s-son." He said. Vegeta didn't like to be called that. "Don't call me that. Call me Vegeta. That's my name." The bum nodded. "What should I call you?" Vegeta asked the bum. Maybe he could have a friend for once who wasn't stronger than him? "I don't know my name." The bum said. "Don't remember muh parents, so I don't remember my name." Vegeta gasped. "You don't remember your name? I barely ever knew my mother and I lost my father at age 10, and I still know my name!" The bum shrugged. "Let's call you...." Vegeta thought of a name. "Benny. Benny the old bum. How do you like the little title?" The bum shrugged. Vegeta was completly unaware he was being rude.
"So.....Benny...I brought you something.....to keep you entertained. You know, while you sit here underneath the bench and all that stuff." The bum rolled over on his back and looked at the book. "I certainly hope it's not that book. I don't know how to read." Vegeta gasped and zipped his jacket. It was freezing out here!! "Can't read?" Vegeta asked. He ki blasted the book. "Every time I try to do something nice..." Then he noticed the man pulling the raggity old jacket around him, hoping for protection which wasn't there. Vegeta looked at the warm leather of his jacket. Then, he took it off and gave it to the bum. "Here's a better jacket.' He said. Benny took it with gratitude. "Thanks so much, Veggenta." Vegeta let his mistake with his name slide. He didn't care if he got called Veggenta. The bum put the jacket on, and cuddled into it. "You've helped me in more ways than one." Said the bum. He reached in the pocket and pulled out 100's of dollars, which Vegeta forgot to take out!
Vegeta was about to say, 'hey, that's my money for the electric bill, my wife will kill me if you take that', but then he just shrugged. "Merry Christmas, Benny!" He said, even though it was 2 months till Christmas.
"Vegeta, where have you been?" Bulma asked him. Vegeta shrugged. "I went to...." He decided to explain for the lost money in his alibi. "I paid the electric bill." Bulma smiled. "Thank you. Where's your leather jacket, honey? That was a 500 dollar jacket." Vegeta looked at the floor and shuffled his feet. "Um.....I was attacked by a puma out on the street! He ripped off my jacket and then I managed to get away, but just by the skin of my teeth!!" Behind his back, Vegeta scratched his arm with a key. It left a red and bloody scratch. He dropped the keys back into his pocket and held out his arm. "See what it did with it's claws?" Bulma looked at his arm and laughed. "Vegeta, there are and never were any Puma's in West City. Not even in the woods north of here. There's plenty of wolves; but no pumas."
Vegeta figured it was better to stick to one lie than make another. "I um....I really did see a puma! And he really did attack me!" Vegeta crossed his arms and stood his ground. Bulma rolled her eyes. "Fine, Vegeta. Whatever you say." She petted his hair. Bulma didn't beleive him at all.
"I like Clemintine." Trunks said. "Clemintine is a good name for a girl." Bra thought about that. "It's a cute name, there's no doubt about that. But what would her middle name be? There's hardly anything out there that's a good match for Clemintine." Trunks shrugged. "I'm not the father, here." Bra looked at Rehmon. "What do you think?" She asked. Rehmon looked up in his head, like people do when they are thinking very hard about something, or trying to look like they are. "You know what? I like Kayla for a girl." "THAT'S HIDEOUS!" Trunks said. (I like the name Kayla. If any of you people out there are named Kayla, it's not me. It's Trunks) Bra shook her head. "It's not hideous. But there's tons of other names we could give a little girl."
Rehmon was writing some down. "What about Marisha?" He asked. "That's a common Saiyan name." Bra shrugged. "That's kind of pretty. But if it's a girl, we could name it after one of our mothers. What was your mother's name?" Rehmon thought. "Lemme think...she's been long dead...Oh. Her name was Mergatroid" Bra made a face. "BLECH, NO! I won't name my girl Mergatroid! If it even IS a girl, anyways." Rehmon nodded. "I didn't think that you would. But I don't nesecarily like the name Bulma for our child either, if that's what you were pointing at." Bra shook her head feircly. "Oh, heavens no!" Rehmon was happy. "How about...Rosemary?" Bra liked that one. "Yeah! I like Rosemary!" She said. "It's such a cute name!" Rehmon was ecstatic. "Okay, middle names here..." Trunks wrote the word 'Rosemary' on a sheet of paper 10 times to try out middle names. "How about...Rosemary Wilkens?" Bra slapped Trunks. "Wilkens is a BOY'S middle name. But it does sound nice..." Rehmon tried to get the idea out of her head. "How about....Rosemary Lynn." Bra clapped. "Bravo! I like that! If it's a girl, we name it Rosemary Lynn....that is, if we don't change our minds."
Everyone got new sheets of paper. "Alright. Boys names." Bra said. Everyone was stumped. "Boys...Boys have to LOOK like a name." Trunks said. Bra and Rehmon cocked their heads. "Whatever." Bra said. "How about our dad's names? What was your dad's name, Rehmon?" He thought a little "His name was Lindin." He said. Bra hated that name. It sounded like some kind of brand of tea!! "Okay, No Lindin, and we're definently not naming it Vegeta. That name is grotesque." Trunks scribbled a name on his paper. "How about Landon?" He asked. Bra stared at him for a moment. "That's a wonderous name!" She said. "Landon.... I like it!" Rehmon said. Trunks patted himself on the back. "Now for middle names." Bra raised a finger. "I got it! Landen vegeta!" Rehmon nodded. "The name Landon is like my dad's name, and Vegeta is your dad's name. It's like a combo." Bra nodded. "Like it?" Rehmon nodded. "If it's a boy, it's Landon Vegeta Breifs....since I can't remember my last name. And if it's a girl, it's Rosemary Lynn Breifs. I like it." HIm and Bra hugged and Trunks gagged.
"I have to tell you something, Vegeta." Bulma said. This was it. Vegeta knew she had been hiding something from him, and he hoped whatever she was about to tell him was it. "I...I." Bulma began. "Jesus! Your not premenopausal are you?" Bulma shook her head. "No, I...I.... I spent 40 dollars on Blueberry muffins!" She started to fake sob, but Vegeta just stared at her.
"You expect me to beleive that, when there's no muffins in this d*mn house? I looked for some this morning! Now tell me, what are you hiding from me?" Bulma looked at the ground, and was about to walk out, but Vegeta sprang to his feet and caught her, spur of the moment. "You are like a d*mn cat." Bulma said. "Now let go of my wrist so I can go away in shame." Vegeta shook his head. "Not until you tell me. Wives shoulden't keep secrets from their husbands." Bulma wriggled some more. "Who said I was keeping anything from you? AND, your about to break my wrist. Let go of me." Vegeta increased his grip by a smidgen. "I will not let you go until you tell me! I know your keeping something from me; I'm not stupid!"
Bulma sighed. It was a very pleasant smelling sigh, to Vegeta. Her breath smelled like mints. But he didn't even know why he was thinking about that at a moment like this. "Okay.." Bulma said in the most quiet and innocent voice she could muster. "I'll tell you." Vegeta could see how uncomfortable he was making her, so he released her. She walked over to the table, seeming like she was in some sort of trance, and sank into the expensive seats. "First, though, I want to tell you that I have nothing to do with this." Bulma said. "This is not about me nor about you, alright? So you can stop worrying that I'm having an affair." A huge weight was lifted off of Vegeta's chest. "Okay." Said Vegeta. "What is it?"
"Well..." Bulma said. She coughed fakely into her palm to stall time, even if it was only an instant. She knew Vegeta would be very angry, and she didn't know towards what direction he would vent his anger--toward her, Bra, or most of all, Rehmon. Bulma took a deep breath, so deep it hurt her chest to do so. "Bra's Pregnant." She said. Vegeta stared at her, with an ample look. He cocked his head. "What?" He asked quietly. "I said that--"
"WHAT?!"
"I was just telling you, before I was so rudely--"
"WHAT!!!!????!!???"
Vegeta sprang up from his chair. He leaped on top of the dining room table. Bulma heard the wood splinter and shake. "Get down from there!" Bulma said, placing a hand on his leg. He kicked, and it came off. "YOU TELL ME THIS NOW?!" He kicked the breakfast dishes off the table and they splintered against the wall. Bulma coulden't tell if he was aiming for her or not. She hoped not, because next time he might not miss. "Yes, I tell you this now, because you woulden't let me go if I didn't! I planned to keep it with you until she only had about 2 weeks left." This made Vegeta even madder. He was so mad, with his red face and clenched fists he resembled some sort of dragon. "KEEP IT FROM ME?! WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU DO A STUPID THING LIKE THAT! I THOUGHT I WAS A MEMBER OF THIS FAMILY, AND AS A MEMBER OF THIS FAMILY, I GET TO KNOW WHEN MY DAUGHTER IS PREGNANT!" He kicked an orange juice glass off the table. "You just asked me WHY I told you!" Bulma said. "Make up your mind, get off the table and STOP SCREAMING!" Vegeta pounced off the table and right in front of Bulma. His eyes were blazing. "I don't know! But all I know is I'm mad at you!" He yelled in her face. "You let this happen! You woulden't get Rehmon away from our daughter when I asked you to!" Bulma was getting fed up with this yelling stuff, right in her face. Vegeta needed his senses knocked back into him. So, when he hitched a deep breath to begin a scentence, she slapped him.
It was the hardest slap she could muster, right in the mouth. A trickle of blood ran down Vegeta's chin and out his nose. "YOU SLAP GEETA!" Said Vegeta. He'd been slapped before, but not when he was this mad. Even HE was afraid of what he might do. "GET OUT OF MY SIGHT BEFORE I BLOW YOU UP!" Vegeta said. Bulma knew that wasn't a threat. It was a WARNING. When Vegeta got mad, he did things he would regret. He was warning her to leave before he reached that stage. "Go away! NOW!" Vegeta said. "I'll be up later!" Then he kicked a hole in the refrigerator. Bulma ran up the stairs.
Vegeta had almost destroyed everything in the kitchen. He knew where he had to go, but he didn't know if he could make it in time to keep from blowing up the Capsule corp--or the entire earth. He was running as fast as he could, he didn't know why he wasn't flying, to the gravity room. The only place that could take one of his blasts without exploding. He ran past Bra and Rehmon on the couch, and rage flared up so he almost blew it up then and there. But he kept his temper in check, awfully well for him, and made it out there. He flopped into the door and it opened, spilling him inside the stuffy GR. He quickly went to the machine and put it on 550 G's. He coulden't even stand 450 back in the days when he was training for the androids, but now he was stronger.
Then, Vegeta started shooting Big Bang attacks at everything--the walls, the machines....everything. He wished he had some of those little clay pigeons you get to throw when your angry or upset. but Big Bangs would do.
Bulma decided to lay on the bed and take a nap. She wasn't very old; no, just middle aged, but hey, everyone gets tired sometimes. "Bra's gonna kill me for telling Vegeta about the baby." Bulma said to herself, or maybe to the fish on her and Vegeta's nightstand. Vegeta's baby plant was on there, as well, 2 or 3 Harliquin romance novels, a little lamp shaped like a spanish chicka dancer that Vegeta thought was pretty, and a box of Marlboro lights. Vegeta's. He wasn't a regular smoker, he only smoked when he was stressed or upset. The package was full now, and had been full for a long time, but around the time Trunks was born Vegeta had smoked, roughly, three packs a day. Bulma sighed and pushed the blanket that was on her down to her feet because it was hot in the room. Then she turned on the T.V to the news and closed her eyes while she listened to it.
"I don't want to go!" Trunks said, after getting over the surprise of Vegeta rushing past them and not even saying a word to Bra. Trunks KNEW Vegeta had just found out from the look on his face. "I don't want to go and help you go and pick out baby clothes! It's not my baby! and plus, you guys don't even know if it's a boy or a girl yet! How will you shop for it?" Bra realized that, just then, stupidly. "Oh. I guess we can't shop for clothes, then." She hung her head, and Rehmon put an arm around her shoulder. "It's okay, Bra. We can shop for baby beds and things to decorate his/her room!" Bra nodded. "But we have to decorate it in something that would be either boy or girl--and we have to pick a room for it first!" Trunks wanted to help, because he didn't want the baby in a room next to him. He didn't want to hear it.
"How about the room next to yours, Bra?" Trunks asked. "It's one of the biggest ones in the house...and it's right next to yours, so you could hear your baby. Plus, that room has it's own bathroom like mom and dad's so you can add a changing table and diaper pail and baby food rack in there!" Bra nodded. "I like that idea! The room is so big, we'll have room for it's baby bed, it's toyboxes, and it's TV and VCR.....it's radio, it's Powerwheels car...." Rehmon nodded. "But why does our baby need all that?" Bra looked at him like he had said something terribly offensive. "Our baby has got to be happy, Rehmon, honey! And what makes babys happy besides all the stuff they could ever want?" Rehmon didn't even have to think on that one. "Parents that love them? And why can't you move in with me in my apartment? We'd have our own place!"
Bra thought for a moment. "Rehmon, I'm 16 years old. I don't want to move away from home, yet! And my parents are rich, so I'm going to be rich as long as I live with them!" Rehmon nodded. "But I start work as a lawyer Monday. You will be rich." Bra looked at him. "But I don't want to move away from my home until I'm 18!" Rehmon shrugged, then nodded his approval. "I don't mind, really. I understand. I'm 23; so It wasn't that long ago....or long ago that I remember, that I was thinking the same things." Trunks looked back and forth. He wondered if this couple was going to last very long!!
"But we will have to make certain arrangements, because if I don't see my child every day I'll be p*ssed." Rehmon said. Bra hugged him around the stomach. "You will. Because I've decided that, before the baby gets born, I want you to move in with me!" Rehmon backed up and looked at her. "But your folks won't like that! Your parents don't like me, at all." Bra shrugged. "Who cares what they like? We have a baby coming! I'm gonna be a mother! I don't care if they care!" Rehmon nodded. "Alright. It's important for me to know my baby, anyway."
Vegeta walked into the kitchen. Training in the GR had brought his anger down somewhat....but not that much, at all. He opened the creaky cabinet and pulled out a small bottle of pills. They said 'PERKISET'. They were pills for someone upset or conflicted, and they helped you calm down for a while. Vegeta had found, that, from previous experiance, they really worked. He shook 2 into his hands and chewed them up. But then he thought a moment and took one more.
He shuffled up the stairs in a very angry way--his fists were clenched, his face was in a snarl, and he felt like exploding. But as soon as he got to the closed door of his room, he forced himself to take 2 or 3 deep breaths and get calm before he entered. He knew Bulma was in here, and the way he had blown up at her earlier....that was mean. So he needed to be nice right now, the pride be d*mned.
Vegeta pushed open the door and saw that the TV was on. Bulma was laying on the bed with her eyes closed and her blanket pushed down to her feet. He could see by her regular breathing that she was indeed asleep. He walked over and pulled the blanket up all the way on her, then he walked to the nightstand and got a cigeratte. He lit it up with a ki blast and took a long puff. It had been so long since he'd smoked, that it felt great. A small pocketknife on the nightstand caught his eye. Why does Bulma have this out? He thought. Is she afraid I've gone TRULY insane? The Perkiset was truly beginning to calm down the Vegeta. He didn't feel like his veins were popping anymore.
"I hope Bulma forgives me." Vegeta said. Then he touched the large, ugly swelling on his lip Bulma had caused. "I forgave her for that nasty slap." He added. "It hurt pretty good." He noticed something. When he said that, Bulma smiled. She wasn't asleep!!! "Bulma!" Vegeta said. He snatched the blanket off of her. "I forgive you, Geeta." Bulma said. Vegeta twitched at her calling him 'Geeta' while he was still angry, but decided he could live with it. "Good." Said Vegeta. He sat down on the bed and began removing his boots, which were cramping his toes rather uncomfortably. "I need some new boots." He mumbled. Bulma shrugged. "Whaddaya want me to do about it?" Vegeta frowned and layed back on the bed. He watched TV.
"Night night!" Trunks said to Rehmon. Rehmon was getting ready to leave as the sun set. "Goodnight." Rehmon replied to Trunks. He gave Bra a passionate kiss on the lips before ducking out. "WHAT are you THINKING?!" Trunks screamed as soon as Rehmon was gone. "Thinking? I'm not thinking." Said Bra. Trunks made a gurgly noise. "Well...I....I KNOW THAT! BUT REHMON CAN'T STAY HERE!" Bra placed a finger to Trunks' lips. "Shhhhh." She said. "Stop shouting." Trunks ripped her hand away. "Mom and dad hate him! He stays here and dad will go ballistic!" Bra waved him off. "Well, the baby's not due for eight and a half months, so he has all that time to let it on Momma and Papa softly." Trunks coulden't beleive what she was saying. "You must be crazy!" Trunks said. "I'm going to bed!" And Bra decided to follow suit.
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End of this chapter. REVEIW ON EVERY CHAPPIE YOU READ! And if your not reveiwing at all, you might as well stop reading it!!