Chapter 6: The Perfect Gift
Trunks woke up to Pan softly saying his name. He stretched as he yawned then opened his eyes. Pan smiled, "Good morning, sweetheart," she said softly, not wanting to wake Bulma, who was on the bed asleep. Trunks had laid her on the bed and then soon after fallen asleep in a chair beside the bed the night before. He stood, pulled the blanket back up over his mother, and walked out the door. Pan followed. "Trunks, what's going on? We were worried when you and Bulma didn't come to dinner last night. Then I found you two in her room asleep. Is your mom okay?" Pan asked worriedly.
Trunks sighed and leaned against the wall. He looked at Pan. "She needs dad. Pan, if he doesn't come home soon...I don't even want to think what might happen to her," he said sadly.
"Trunks, is something wrong with mom?" Bra asked with tears in her eyes as she, Goten, and Victor approached Trunks and Pan.
"Bra, she'll be okay, but until dad gets back, she needs us to be strong. We're going to have to carry her through till he returns," Trunks said, placing his hands on her shoulders.
Bra pulled Little Kakarot, who rested in her arms, closer to her and cried as Trunks held her. He pulled Victor, who had also started crying, to him and Trunks held his siblings as they all cried. Trunks knew their father would be back in two days, but it was going to be a long two days.
Vegeta came upon another village, the village that held the last dragon ball. He landed near the village and walked down the crowded road. Soon he found the reason for the crowd, an outdoor market place full of people trying to buy last minute gifts. He spotted the one-star ball at a table; it was for sale. When he picked up the dragon ball, he found it was for a very cheap price, obviously the vender didn't know what the dragon ball really was. Instead of trying to just take the dragon ball, Vegeta decided just to pay for it; after all, he was part of the richest family on Earth. As he went to pay for the dragon ball, he saw it - the way to make this a Christmas Bulma would never forget. It was the perfect Christmas present for her, even better than a white Christmas. He bought it and the dragon ball and then took the opportunity to get gifts for his children, children- in-law, and grandsons.
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"Trunks," Bulma drowsily said as she walked into the dinning room where her family sat eating.
"Morning, mom. Come have a seat. Bra and Pan cooked breakfast, so you know it's edible," Trunks said as he smiled. He thought it best not to say anything about what she had said the night before.
"As opposed to if you boys cooked it?" she said jokingly; none of the boys could cook very well save for Chiatzu and Vegeta. She sat down and, from the fact no one said anything, knew Trunks hadn't told them about her unborn child. Bulma smiled weakly at her oldest son; he returned her smile and she knew that, for now, her secret was safe. Hopefully, Vegeta would return soon. They ate in silence save for the few times Little Kakarot and Little Vegeta began fussing.
After the meal, Bulma went to her room to lay back down; she was purely exhausted. Bra and Victor began to wonder if it had anything to do with their father being gone but didn't dare ask Trunks about it. Bulma slept all day and her children took the afternoon to wrap presents while Goten and Pan took the little ones to see their family for the day. "Trunks, what are we going to do with the presents for dad? I don't think we should leave them under the tree, that would upset mom," Victor asked as he wrapped his present to his father.
"Well, I know the others will have presents for dad, too. We can't collect his presents when they come over tomorrow, that would also upset mom. Let's go ahead and put them under the tree and tomorrow night, after everyone has gone to bed, I'll gather them up and put them in my room till he returns," Trunks suggested. He was relieved when his brother and sister agreed since he alone knew their father would be there for Christmas.
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Vegeta sat on a cliff over looking West City. Next to him sat the bag with his Christmas gifts and the seven dragon balls in it. In his hands he held Bulma's gift - she was going to love it. He smiled as he realized he was finally able to answer Trunks question. After being with Bulma for over 25 years, Vegeta finally found how to give her the gift she wanted, him. He stood up as darkness fell. He placed Bulma's present in the bag and pulled out the dragon balls. He would call the dragon under the darkness of night so he wouldn't alert his family. He flew to Capsule Corp. to make sure no one was up; he was met by Trunks on the roof. "Everyone's asleep, it's safe to call Shenron," Trunks said.
"Thanks," Vegeta said, about to take off.
"Dad, she needs you. Mom's...mom's not doing too well," Trunks said softly, causing Vegeta to land.
"Is she okay? What's wrong, Trunks?" Vegeta asked, panicking.
"It's not for me to say, dad," Trunks replied, shaking his head, "She'll be okay, but she needs you. I wish you would come back tonight instead of waiting till Christmas morning."
Vegeta stood silent for a few minutes, thinking about what Trunks had just said. Vegeta turned to his son and smiled. "Alright," he said, "Let me call Shenron and then, I'll come back tonight." Trunks could scarcely believe what he was hearing. Vegeta called Shenron and wished for a white Christmas for West City and then turned back to Trunks, "Let's go surprise your mother." Trunks nodded and he and Vegeta walked into the house together.
Trunks quietly opened the door to his parents' room where his mother lay sleeping. Vegeta sat his sack down and then walked to the bed, sitting next to his wife. "Bulma," he said softly as he ran his hand gently down her cheek.
Bulma stirred at the touch and the sound of her name. Slowly, she woke up. She opened her eyes and saw her husband smiling back at her. Bulma sat up, flinging her arms around his neck. "Vegeta," she said as tears flowed down her cheeks.
"Bulma," Vegeta said softly as he pulled her close. Trunks smiled, his mother was going to be okay. He quietly walked out, returning to his own wife and son.
"I didn't think you would come back for Christmas," Bulma said after a few minutes. She pulled back to look at her husband.
"The past few days have taught me some things. I found I wanted to spend Christmas with my family, to celebrate it with the ones I love," he said softly, running his hand down her cheek. He leaned in and kissed her. Bulma lay back down and motioned for him to come lay beside her. Vegeta stood, changed out of his saiyan armor, and crawled into bed. He pulled Bulma close to him and kissed her neck. He ran his hand down her side, realizing how much he had missed her while he had been away. He moved his hand around her, caressing her stomach. She smiled, enjoying his touch. As he gently ran his hand across her abdomen, he noticed something was different. He gently pressed in causing Bulma to flinch; it was hard. "Bulma," he whispered softly, worried something was wrong.
She took her hand and sat it on his, pressing in gently. "Concentrate," she replied softly as she moved her hand off his.
Vegeta was perplexed; what was going on? He moved his hand gently across her abdomen, not wanting to hurt her again. Then, he sensed it. "Bulma," he whispered, sitting up so he could look at her. She said nothing but smiled back, taking his hand and once again placing it on her abdomen. "Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied. He leaned down and kissed her gently then laid back down beside her. So this is what Trunks meant; they were going to have another child.
Trunks woke up to Pan softly saying his name. He stretched as he yawned then opened his eyes. Pan smiled, "Good morning, sweetheart," she said softly, not wanting to wake Bulma, who was on the bed asleep. Trunks had laid her on the bed and then soon after fallen asleep in a chair beside the bed the night before. He stood, pulled the blanket back up over his mother, and walked out the door. Pan followed. "Trunks, what's going on? We were worried when you and Bulma didn't come to dinner last night. Then I found you two in her room asleep. Is your mom okay?" Pan asked worriedly.
Trunks sighed and leaned against the wall. He looked at Pan. "She needs dad. Pan, if he doesn't come home soon...I don't even want to think what might happen to her," he said sadly.
"Trunks, is something wrong with mom?" Bra asked with tears in her eyes as she, Goten, and Victor approached Trunks and Pan.
"Bra, she'll be okay, but until dad gets back, she needs us to be strong. We're going to have to carry her through till he returns," Trunks said, placing his hands on her shoulders.
Bra pulled Little Kakarot, who rested in her arms, closer to her and cried as Trunks held her. He pulled Victor, who had also started crying, to him and Trunks held his siblings as they all cried. Trunks knew their father would be back in two days, but it was going to be a long two days.
Vegeta came upon another village, the village that held the last dragon ball. He landed near the village and walked down the crowded road. Soon he found the reason for the crowd, an outdoor market place full of people trying to buy last minute gifts. He spotted the one-star ball at a table; it was for sale. When he picked up the dragon ball, he found it was for a very cheap price, obviously the vender didn't know what the dragon ball really was. Instead of trying to just take the dragon ball, Vegeta decided just to pay for it; after all, he was part of the richest family on Earth. As he went to pay for the dragon ball, he saw it - the way to make this a Christmas Bulma would never forget. It was the perfect Christmas present for her, even better than a white Christmas. He bought it and the dragon ball and then took the opportunity to get gifts for his children, children- in-law, and grandsons.
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"Trunks," Bulma drowsily said as she walked into the dinning room where her family sat eating.
"Morning, mom. Come have a seat. Bra and Pan cooked breakfast, so you know it's edible," Trunks said as he smiled. He thought it best not to say anything about what she had said the night before.
"As opposed to if you boys cooked it?" she said jokingly; none of the boys could cook very well save for Chiatzu and Vegeta. She sat down and, from the fact no one said anything, knew Trunks hadn't told them about her unborn child. Bulma smiled weakly at her oldest son; he returned her smile and she knew that, for now, her secret was safe. Hopefully, Vegeta would return soon. They ate in silence save for the few times Little Kakarot and Little Vegeta began fussing.
After the meal, Bulma went to her room to lay back down; she was purely exhausted. Bra and Victor began to wonder if it had anything to do with their father being gone but didn't dare ask Trunks about it. Bulma slept all day and her children took the afternoon to wrap presents while Goten and Pan took the little ones to see their family for the day. "Trunks, what are we going to do with the presents for dad? I don't think we should leave them under the tree, that would upset mom," Victor asked as he wrapped his present to his father.
"Well, I know the others will have presents for dad, too. We can't collect his presents when they come over tomorrow, that would also upset mom. Let's go ahead and put them under the tree and tomorrow night, after everyone has gone to bed, I'll gather them up and put them in my room till he returns," Trunks suggested. He was relieved when his brother and sister agreed since he alone knew their father would be there for Christmas.
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Vegeta sat on a cliff over looking West City. Next to him sat the bag with his Christmas gifts and the seven dragon balls in it. In his hands he held Bulma's gift - she was going to love it. He smiled as he realized he was finally able to answer Trunks question. After being with Bulma for over 25 years, Vegeta finally found how to give her the gift she wanted, him. He stood up as darkness fell. He placed Bulma's present in the bag and pulled out the dragon balls. He would call the dragon under the darkness of night so he wouldn't alert his family. He flew to Capsule Corp. to make sure no one was up; he was met by Trunks on the roof. "Everyone's asleep, it's safe to call Shenron," Trunks said.
"Thanks," Vegeta said, about to take off.
"Dad, she needs you. Mom's...mom's not doing too well," Trunks said softly, causing Vegeta to land.
"Is she okay? What's wrong, Trunks?" Vegeta asked, panicking.
"It's not for me to say, dad," Trunks replied, shaking his head, "She'll be okay, but she needs you. I wish you would come back tonight instead of waiting till Christmas morning."
Vegeta stood silent for a few minutes, thinking about what Trunks had just said. Vegeta turned to his son and smiled. "Alright," he said, "Let me call Shenron and then, I'll come back tonight." Trunks could scarcely believe what he was hearing. Vegeta called Shenron and wished for a white Christmas for West City and then turned back to Trunks, "Let's go surprise your mother." Trunks nodded and he and Vegeta walked into the house together.
Trunks quietly opened the door to his parents' room where his mother lay sleeping. Vegeta sat his sack down and then walked to the bed, sitting next to his wife. "Bulma," he said softly as he ran his hand gently down her cheek.
Bulma stirred at the touch and the sound of her name. Slowly, she woke up. She opened her eyes and saw her husband smiling back at her. Bulma sat up, flinging her arms around his neck. "Vegeta," she said as tears flowed down her cheeks.
"Bulma," Vegeta said softly as he pulled her close. Trunks smiled, his mother was going to be okay. He quietly walked out, returning to his own wife and son.
"I didn't think you would come back for Christmas," Bulma said after a few minutes. She pulled back to look at her husband.
"The past few days have taught me some things. I found I wanted to spend Christmas with my family, to celebrate it with the ones I love," he said softly, running his hand down her cheek. He leaned in and kissed her. Bulma lay back down and motioned for him to come lay beside her. Vegeta stood, changed out of his saiyan armor, and crawled into bed. He pulled Bulma close to him and kissed her neck. He ran his hand down her side, realizing how much he had missed her while he had been away. He moved his hand around her, caressing her stomach. She smiled, enjoying his touch. As he gently ran his hand across her abdomen, he noticed something was different. He gently pressed in causing Bulma to flinch; it was hard. "Bulma," he whispered softly, worried something was wrong.
She took her hand and sat it on his, pressing in gently. "Concentrate," she replied softly as she moved her hand off his.
Vegeta was perplexed; what was going on? He moved his hand gently across her abdomen, not wanting to hurt her again. Then, he sensed it. "Bulma," he whispered, sitting up so he could look at her. She said nothing but smiled back, taking his hand and once again placing it on her abdomen. "Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied. He leaned down and kissed her gently then laid back down beside her. So this is what Trunks meant; they were going to have another child.