Chapter the eigth
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Vegeta was doing really well finally in 450 times normal gravity and making progress. If he kept up like this than maybe he could advance to 500 in a week! He jumped into the air and was about to do a flip when the door swung open and Bulma ran in shouting, "Vegeta! Vegeta!" Vegeta fell from the air and hit the ground flat on his back. "Ow.." He grumbled. "You O.K?" Bulma asked. Vegeta stood up and brushed himself off. "Sure. But haven't I told you not to come barging into this place like that? Please knock, woman!" He said. Bulma flinched at 'woman' for he had not called her that since they had gotten hooked up. But she supposed he had the right to be mad because she'd just caused him to hurt himself. "Vegeta, I've got excellent news for the both of us!" Bulma said, running up to him and grabbing his hands. Vegeta smirked. "What?" He asked. "I've gotta get back to training." Bulma sucked in a deep breath, not knowing how Vegeta would react. "Vegeta...I'm...pregnant! With your child!" She said gleefully. It took Vegeta a minute to catch what she'd just said. Then his face went blank and he backed away. "Huh-huh-HUH?" He exclaimed stupidly.
"I'm pregnant is what I said!!" She told him. Vegeta brung his hands to his hair and started yanking it out. "PREGNANT!! YOU'RE PREGNANT!! OH, GOD, HOW COME I DIDN'T THINK OF USING A RUBBER!!? OH NO! NO!! NOOO!!" Bulma stood laughing at him as he threw a fit on the ground. When he finally stood up he had calmed down somewhat. "Now....are you SURE you're pregnant? Because if this is a sick joke, then-" "No joke." Bulma said with a smile. "Aren't you happy?" Vegeta laughed at her. Then he turned around. "Happy? Why would I be HAPPY? I just mated with a woman whom i wasen't married to, and got her PREGNANT! And another thing the baby will turn out to be a dirty crossbreed!!" He screamed. Bulma walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He jerked his shoulder away and backed up against the machine. "What do you mean it'll be a dirty crossbreed?" She asked. Vegeta made the retard sign. "DUH! I'm a saiyan you're a human!!" He screamed. Bulma smiled. "Oh. Well I hope it won't be born with a nasty tail." She said. Vegeta's face turned angry. He clenched his fists and stomped tworeds her. "Nasty tail? That's a saiyan trait is that 'nasty tail!' He'd better be born with it!!" Bulma crossed her arms and stuck up her nose. "Well, Vegeta, if YOU think it's attractive for YOU to have that ugly stump of your once tail sticking out of YOUR @$$-"
"HEY!! DON'T INSULT MY RACE!!"
Bulma looked at her boyfriend, who was breathing hard and red faced. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the ground. Then, calmly, he said, "Are YOU happy about the baby?" Bulma walked up to him and hugged him. Vegeta didn't squeeze her back, but he did uncross his arms and put them around her. He was too stunned to really hug her right now. "Yes. I'm very happy because I'm having the baby of the man that I love VEERRY much." She said. Then she bent up and kissed him. Vegeta didn't say anything back but Bulma knew what he was thinking. "Vegeta, are you going to leave me with this baby?" She asked him. Vegeta looked at her like he was offended. "Of course not. I may be a jerk but not that big of one. I can't say I'll hold it...or take care of it when I don't have to...but NO. I won't leave you alone with it." He said. Before Bulma could kiss him again he walked out of the G.R and into Capsule Corporation.
So much for everybody else not finding out about me and Bulma. This baby will sure as hell give us away. Vegeta thought. He was in one of the guest bedrooms so that maybe Bulma woulden't be able to find him for awhile. He didn't need her sympathy. He looked around the bedroom and thought about when it had happened. Probably that night Bulma came home from getting those parts and found me in her bed, then we had sex. Yeah that was about a month ago. He sighed and layed down on the bed, and that's when Bulma walked in. His head was turned so he didn't notice her come in. He was just staring out the window thinking about Bulma and how he didn't want her to get fat. Then something hit his mind. He turned around to jump off the bed but Bulma was standing there. "Vegeta..I'm sorry I just rained that on your head that way." She said. Vegeta smiled at her. Then he spread his arms so she'd come over to him. Bulma smiled and layed on top of him. "Bulma...I was just thinking. Because the baby you're carriying is half saiyan....well, I guess I should just start this by saying that on Planet Vegeta, birthing baby saiyans was hard for even female SAIYANS. Miserable for them. I remember being GLAD I was born a male. Anyway, well...since your a human female, what if you're miserable too?" He said. Bulma started to think about this too. It was a possibilty. "Well then..I guess it woulden't be quite right for me to buy a book about pregnancy now would it? Then if I WAS having an irregular pregnancy than they woulden't help. I would end up scaring myself." She said. Geeta hugged her and then sat up, knocking her off him. " 'S that why you've been throwing up and everything?" He asked. Bulma nodded. "Mm-Hm. It's called morning sickness. It'll last about 1 to 2 months." She said.
After awhile of sitting by eachother and not saying anything Vegeta finally spoke up. "Bulma...we hafta tell your parents. They'll know how to help you." Bulma snapped up from laying down and stared at him. "Tell my parents that I'm pregnant? With YOUR baby? Then they'd know we've been screwing around!!" She said. Vegeta wrapped his arm around her and hugged her as tight as he could. "I don't care. It'd be better for your well-being if they knew you were pregnant." They stayed in that position for a long time before they finally got up to tell her parents.
"Mom? Dad? Vegeta and I have something to admit to you." Bulma said. Mr. and Mrs.Breifs turned around from watching 'Matlock'. "Yes, hunny?" Mrs.Breifs said in her New-Yorker accent. Bulma and Vegeta sat down on the love seat by eachother and got ready to tell Bulma's parents the 'Good' news. "First of all me and Vegeta are....in a relationship." Bulma said. Mr. And Mrs.Breifs just looked at them without saying anything for a while. Finally Mrs.Breifs said "That's great dear. But I already suspected that. And both of us already know what you're also going to tell us; that you're pregnant. Me and your father knew by the symptoms you were describing. We were just letting you figure it out by yourself." Bulma and Vegeta looked at eachother. "So you don't have a problem? You know...that...I got your daughter pregnant when she's not married?" Vegeta asked them. Mr.Breifs shook his head. "Nope. She's 30 years old; it's TIME for her to have a baby. And it's clear she loves you." He said. Vegeta and Bulma exchanged glances again. "Well....alright then." Bulma said. "I guess we can go now Vegeta. You first."
When they made it back to Bulma's room they were so happy that Vegeta grabbed Bulma and hugged her really tight; so tight it almost crushed her ribs. "Yay! They don't care! But there still is that problem about that I'm going to be a daddy...." He said. He just coulden't imagine it. The Prince of all Saiyans having an heir to the throne of a planet that was destroyed 21 years ago?
About a week later Vegeta was wondering around the house and looking for his girlfriend. She had been very happy lately despite her pregnancy symptoms and didn't show any signs of any 'side effects' from the baby in her womb being one half saiyan. Vegeta hoped upon hoped that she WOULDEN'T suffer side effects like female saiyans did. He found her in the guest room closest to her room trying to drag a baby bed across it. "Bulma! What are you doing? You shoulden't be doing that in your condition!!" Vegeta shouted. He ran over and grabbed the bed even though he didn't much care if the baby died or not. But he knew Bulma would care if it died. "Vegeta, I'm fine with it. I don't think it'd hurt the baby considering I'm only one month pregnant so it's barely bigger than a pinhead!!" Bulma griped at Vegeta. Vegeta moved the baby bed in the corner. "Why are you doing this now? You have all the time in the world to fix the babie's room! And don't you think you should wait until you find out what gender the d@mn thing is?" Bulma shot Vegeta a look of hatred. "It's not a d@mn thing! It's our baby!! Even though it cannot hear you yet, that's still not very nice!!" She yelled. Vegeta scoffed and walked over to her. Then he picked her up baby- style. "I'm taking you back into our room so you can lay down. You're awfully gripy today and I think a nap would fix that." He said. Despite Bulma's protest, he managed to get her into her bed and cover her up. "Good night...or afternoon...or whatever." He said. Then he walked out of the room and left her to sleep.
That night Bulma was cleaning up the kitchen from dinner time. Vegeta had been very obnoxious and cussed out her parents; then flipped over the table and spilled a bunch of food in the floor. She had no idea what the heck was the matter with her guy lately. When he had come in to say sorry and offer to help her clean up she'd waved him off. But she felt more sorry for him then she was mad. She heard his boots hit the floor again as he came wondering in. "Please let me help you. I feel very bad for what I did." He said. Bulma turned around and looked at him. "I don't care if you feel bad or not. You just go and sit on the couch over there while I take care of it." Bulma told her Veggie. Vegeta, sad, took a rag anyways and helped her to clean up. "I'm so sorry I did this. I just got to thinking about the baby..and how it never would have happened if I haden't have moved in here.' He said. "But then again...I would never have met you." Bulma smiled at Vegeta's statement. "Oh quit kissing up." BUlma said. They were quiet for a while as they cleaned. Bulma looked up and saw that Vegeta had a sad look on his face, a look that made her pity him. "I love you." She told him plainly as she scrubbed some spaghetti off the floor. Vegeta's frown lifted a bit; but you coulden't call it a smile. "And he or she loves you too." Bulma said, putting her hands on her stomach. Vegeta smiled now. But he didn't love-not he or she- IT. He didn't love it one bit. It was a mistake. How could his girl already love it so much when it was-as she had said- barely as big as a pinhead? It was absurd! Plus it was a discusting halfbreed freak!
"Vegeta if you're going to sit in the floor than clean." Bulma said. Vegeta started to clean up with her. "Can you take your dancing lessons tomorrow? I would like to see you dance." Veggie said. Bulma turned around and looked him in the eyes. "VEGETA. DO YOU THINK I CAN POSSIBLY DANCE SAFELY WHEN I'M PREGNANT!! WHAT IF I FALL AND KILL OUR BABY?!" She screamed in his face. OUR baby? Correction: YOUR baby. Vegeta thought. But he kept his mouth shut. "Oh, O.K." He said. "You obviously want to be left alone so I'll just go on the couch or in my room and quit bothering you. K?" Bulma nodded. "Sounds good." So Vegeta left the kitchen. He heard Bulma say, "I love you" as he left and frowned.
Bulma found Vegeta laying in his bed asleep later when she walked in. "Vegeta? Baby?" She asked. Vegeta was heavily asleep so his chest just heaved. Bulma was really worried. She walked over to him and placed a hand on his head. It was cool. She shook him and woke him up. His eyes grogilly opened.He had one opened and the other opened halfway. Bulma smiled at him but he just bashfully buried his face in the comforter. "What's the matter, Baby? Are you sick or something?" Bulma asked. "You're acting sluggish!!" Vegeta turned his head to where it wasen't buried in the comforter anymore. "No. I'm not sick. I just don't feel good. Not physically-mentally." He said. "I just can't keep thinking that I got you pregnant." Bulma grabbed one of his hands and squeezed it. "Is' okay, as long as we care about eachother. It's nice to bring a baby into a world of love. Now if we DIDN'T care for eachother...I'd have probably been mad when I found out I was pregnant. But I love you very much so I have nothing to worry about." Vegeta didn't say anything. He just stared ahead. "Still now I'm going to hafta listen to a tot cry all evening!!" Vegeta exclaimed. "And you're going to get fat and gripy and miserable when you get farther into your pregnancy." Bulma patted his back. "I'll try not to be gripy. Now lets go to bed." She said. Even though they weren't married or engaged, they were now sleeping in a bed together at night. "O.kay." Vegeta said. He peeled himself off the comforter and followed her into the room, where he stripped down to his underwear and got into bed. Shortly Bulma got in bed beside him. "Goodnight, Cupcake. Goodnight, Baby." Bulma said, referring to the fetus when she said 'Baby'. "Goodnight Babe." Vegeta said. Bulma made a grim face because she noticed he didn't say goodnight to the baby like she did. Perhaps he WAS going to ditch out on her? Bulma gave him a quick kiss on the forehead before rolling on her back and closing her eyes. She dreaded nights because she knew that the next morning she'd just be throwing up more. But sleep didn't come that easy for Vegeta.
"Good morning Vegeta." Bulma said the next morning. She was looking just like she did every morning now- horrible. Bulma coulden't get over the terrible soreness of her stomach muscles because of throwing up every morning. Vegeta grabbed her and pulled her on top of him. "Good morning Bulma. How are you?" He asked, kissing her neck. Bulma kissed his cheek. "I'm fine...except for the morning sickness." She said. "No 'side effects' yet." Vegeta kissed her again and then pushed her off of him. "Oh..another day. Probably gonna be just as bad as the previous one..." He grumbled. He put his house shoes on and then got up to eat some breakfast before he went to train. Bulma followed him into the kitchen. "Baby...I was thinking...because of this nausea, I can't go out and get the grocerys. Would you mind going out for me?" She said. Vegeta giggled. "No way in hell! I hate shopping!!" He answered rudely as he scavanged through the cabinets. "Get your pathetic mother to go for you." Bulma grabbed him around the waist to stop him from sitting down. "You WILL go for me Mr!" She growled into his ear. Vegeta grabbed her hands. "Let me go." He growled back at her. When she didn't he grabbed her hands and violently threw them off himself. Then he grabbed her and pushed her into a chair. "Stay there. If I hear one more word from you this morning you're gonna get it. You NEVER give me orders, you got that?" Bulma nodded, and then started to cry. It took Vegeta a minute to realize he'd hurt her feelings. "Buh-Bulma?" He said. "Why are you-" Then it hit him that he had done it. "I'm sorry, sweetheart..." He said. But he just crossed his arms and stood there. This baby was tearing them apart!! Bulma just kept on her annoying blubbering. "I don't know WHY I'm crying..I just can't help it! I know what you said got me started for one thing." She bawled. Vegeta just waved her off. "If that baby is making you cry than maybe we should get rid of it somehow. I'm sure I could kill it without killing you-"
"VEGETA!!"
"Oh, sorry. Is what I said bad?" Vegeta asked. Bulma walked up and slapped him so hard his head rocked back on his neck. "Ouuchh..." He said. He normally would have knocked her senseless for smacking him but he knew what she was going through. "Of course what you said it bad, threatining the life of something that hasen't even begun to live yet! You should be ashamed!!" Vegeta slowley nodded. "Um-Hm. I don't want to hear your stupid lexures today, woman." He said. Then he sat in a chair at the table. She sat across from him. "We're having our first fight." Bulma said, wiping her eyes. "And we've been together almost two months...that's pretty good." Vegeta giggled at her statement and shoveled in a bite of cereal. "Androids come in about two years now." Vegeta said. "I'm gonna hafta go away to fight them then. That baby will be about what...a year old then? You're gonna be stuck taking care of it by yourself why I'm gone." Bulma nodded. "Yeah.." She said. Before Vegeta could look up she had ran over and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I don't WANT you to hafta fight the androids! Let Goku take care of it, please? I'm fine with him diying- but not about YOU diying!!" Vegeta kissed her lightly. "Oh, quit whining. It's two years away! We might not even be together two years from now. And I will not die!!" "Oh yes, But you'll get hurt probably!!" Bulma shouted. "Just like you'll get hurt training at such high gravity levels!!" This time Vegeta shoved her off of him. "Don't be clingy! You don't hafta worry about this mess for another 2 years!" He shouted. Bulma sighed as he began to walk off. As he was walking off, he heard a little groan from Bulma. He whipped his head around. "What? What's the matter?" He nearly screamed with worry. He had been very tense ever since she had gotten pregnant with a half saiyan baby. He saw that Bulma had one of her hands clasped over her stomach where the baby was. "Nothing now. I had a really sharp pain...but it was gone just as soon as it came." She said. Vegeta walked over to her. "Are you sure it's over?" He asked. Bulma nodded and stood up against him. "Yeah, it's gone...but that's not normal in a regular pregnancy Vegeta. What if it's an eptopic-" Vegeta covered her mouth with his hand. "It ISN'T. And I doubt it's side effects either. I'm sure every woman goes through little sharp pains every once in a while, right?" He asked. "No. It doesen't say so in the book I've been reading." Bulma said. She picked up a little book off the table and handed it to Vegeta. Vegeta turned it to the section that said '1 month pregnant'. "Hm..nausea, throwing up, coppery taste, no taste to food, fatigue...Hmm..I guess it doesen't say anything about that." He said. "But I'll bet it's normal. Don't worry about it." Then he walked out of the room. I HOPE it wasen't normal. I want the d@mned thing dead. Vegeta thought.
"Hey Vegeta...." Bulma mumbled that afternoon. Hey boyfriend was sleeping on the hammock like he usually was when he had just trained and didn't want to talk to her. It awoke Vegeta-but he acted like he was still asleep. He didn't want to deal with her right now. "Vegeta I KNOW you're awake! Now talk to me!!" Bulma shouted. When he still didn't stir she sat down next to him and stroked his hair. "Baby....I'm sorry about...whatever I did that made you not want to be talking to me right now!!" She said. But Before Vegeta said anything back he reached up and grabbed her hand, then threw it back into her lap. "Or is it something else why you want to sleep? Are you SURE you're not sick?" Bulma asked. She felt of his head again, only to have her hand thrown off again. "I'm fit as a fiddle, babe. I want to be left alone by everyone at this moment." He said. "Now that should be impliying something to you." But Bulma still didn't get up. "If they're's something wrong I can do anything in my power to help. You know that, right?" Bulma asked. Vegeta nodded and then rolled over on his tummy. He kept his eyes open, though. There was something he wanted to get straight to her. "Now Bulma..we were talking about me fighting the androids.." He said. "And I want to get one thing straight to you. When we're with the others, you know, Goku, Krillin, Yamcha..I won't be acting this nice to you. But you've gotta remember that I still am very fond of you even if I am being rude." Bulma nodded. But she was just a little bit sad. "I kind of figured that." She said. Then she bent down and kissed him as hard as she could and his return kiss was also all full of passion. She knew the 'fondness' he was speaking of was another word for 'love' but he just didn't want to admit that a saiyan was in love. Then something got her remembering something she'd noticed when he'd first moved in.
She slipped her hand up under his shirt and caressed her fingers over the scar on his left pectoral muscle. "Wanna tell me where you got that scar now, baby?" She asked. Vegeta smiled at her touch and then kissed the arm that's hand was under his shirt affectionately. "I don't see why I coulden't tell you." He said. "But don't be surprised if I start crying in the middle of telling you."
Bulma layed on the hammock and buried her face into his warm side. "I won't be." She said. Vegeta took in a deep breath and started to say. "O.K, remember how I told you that when I was a little boy of about...10 or so, I was kidnapped by a alien named Frieza? The same Frieza we fought? Well, anyway, this guy was NOT nice to me at all. First of all he lied to me and said my planet was destroyed by a meteroid when it was actually destroyed by him, and second of all he told me I'd be one of his loyal soldiers. Yeah right! Like being locked up in a dark cell without my best friend Nappa was being one of his loyal soldiers!! Anyways, one day I got so mad because I figured HE killed my father, so I tried to rebel because I thought I was stronger than he, and he slashed me with those long ugly fingernails of his. And...that's where I got it from." He said. When he was done Bulma was hugging him and crying into his chest. "My poor baby!" She bawled. Vegeta sighed and patted her back. "But Bulma, if that woulden't have ever happened than I never would have met you!!" He exclaimed. He hoped this would calm her down. "So! I'll bet you would have been much happier on your alien home!!" Bulma bawled. Vegeta rubbed her back a little longer and then urged her to get off the hammock and stand up. "You said you wanted to know...so I told you." He said. "Now, go in and- " Bulma sat on the side of the hammock again. "Vegeta...lemme ask you something. Did it cause a big impact on you when you lost your father?" She asked him. "Did you cry?" Vegeta stared at her like she didn't have the right to ask that question. "Why are you asking me this? Are you always this rude and inconsiderate of other's feelings?" He asked. Bulma shook her head. "Noo...because I'm afraid that this baby will die, and if it does, I wanna know how it's like to lose a member of the family." Vegeta looked at her funny. "Your baby will NOT die, I promise. Now, maybe in a fight in the future it might...but it won't die when it's in you and not when it's a baby." He said. "How do YOU know?" Bulma asked. Vegeta didn't say anything. "Quit thinking those dirty things about me, woman. In case you haven't forgotten I can read minds, and I'm reading yours right now. You're thinking that I'm a dirty b@st@rd who doesen't care about the baby-"
"STOPPIT!!"
Vegeta was quiet after she shreaked at him. "Vegeta, don't read my mind! I hate it when you do that!!" She yelled at him. Vegeta was quiet. Then he sat up himself. "Bulma, don't be worried about that stupid baby,"-Bulma scowled when he said this,-"Because I won't let anything happen to it. O.K? I promise you with all my heart." Bulma smiled and hugged her guy as hard as she could. How much she loved him when he was being so nice!! "Thank you. That makes me feel a little bit better." She said. Vegeta released her and started to walk off. "HEY VEGETA!! WANNA HAVE SEX TONIGHT!?" Bulma screamed after him. Vegeta smiled a little bit and continued on his trek tworeds Capsule Corporation.
Bulma was sitting on the couch with a pillow hugged up to her stomach when Vegeta walked in from going to the grocery store for her. After much of a fussing fight he had agreed to go for her. "I'm back, babe. I think I got everything you asked for-what are you doing?" He saw that she had been writing on a peice of paper. "I'm calculating my due date." She said. "And I'm having trouble. Can you help me?" Vegeta set the grocerys on the kitchen table and walked over to her. He kissed her cheek and then looked down at the paper. "I can't do that sh*t! I don't know how!" He exclaimed. He grabbed the paper away from her and ripped it up. "Language." Bulma advised, before laying back on the couch, still hugging the pillow to her stomach. Vegeta sighed and went into his room. Then he threw himself on the bed and threw a fit. "Hey..maybe I can get that baby to die someway... before it even gets out!!" He shouted to himself. The baby was really threatining his insanity. He kept on thinking about how HE, Vegeta, was going to be a daddy of an ugly crossbreed. He hated the baby with all the hate anybody could manage. He imagined it as a parasite invading his woman, something that he had to kill. But he didn't know how without injuring or killing Bulma! And he knew how much Bulma loved it. He knew that she loved it very much and if he were to kill it then she'd probably break up with him and kick him out of C.C, thus he coulden't train in the G.R anymore. And a true saiyan didn't take the life of a baby. It was unnecessary.
"Hey Vegeta, get down here for dinner before it gets cold!!" Vegeta heard Bulma yell. He launched himself off the couch to join them for dinner. When he came in there he found Mr. and Mrs.Breifs smiling at him. "Hello, Vegeta!!" Mrs.Breifs said. Vegeta nodded his hello and sat down. Bulma put some brocolli in front of him. He scowled but began to eat it anyhow. "So, Bulma and Vegeta, have you been thinking about names yet?" Mrs.Breifs asked. Bulma looked up from her dinner. "Mother, I don't even know its GENDER." She said. She heard Vegeta giggle. "It'd better be a boy for its sake." He said. Bulma threw her coke can at him.
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Vegeta was doing really well finally in 450 times normal gravity and making progress. If he kept up like this than maybe he could advance to 500 in a week! He jumped into the air and was about to do a flip when the door swung open and Bulma ran in shouting, "Vegeta! Vegeta!" Vegeta fell from the air and hit the ground flat on his back. "Ow.." He grumbled. "You O.K?" Bulma asked. Vegeta stood up and brushed himself off. "Sure. But haven't I told you not to come barging into this place like that? Please knock, woman!" He said. Bulma flinched at 'woman' for he had not called her that since they had gotten hooked up. But she supposed he had the right to be mad because she'd just caused him to hurt himself. "Vegeta, I've got excellent news for the both of us!" Bulma said, running up to him and grabbing his hands. Vegeta smirked. "What?" He asked. "I've gotta get back to training." Bulma sucked in a deep breath, not knowing how Vegeta would react. "Vegeta...I'm...pregnant! With your child!" She said gleefully. It took Vegeta a minute to catch what she'd just said. Then his face went blank and he backed away. "Huh-huh-HUH?" He exclaimed stupidly.
"I'm pregnant is what I said!!" She told him. Vegeta brung his hands to his hair and started yanking it out. "PREGNANT!! YOU'RE PREGNANT!! OH, GOD, HOW COME I DIDN'T THINK OF USING A RUBBER!!? OH NO! NO!! NOOO!!" Bulma stood laughing at him as he threw a fit on the ground. When he finally stood up he had calmed down somewhat. "Now....are you SURE you're pregnant? Because if this is a sick joke, then-" "No joke." Bulma said with a smile. "Aren't you happy?" Vegeta laughed at her. Then he turned around. "Happy? Why would I be HAPPY? I just mated with a woman whom i wasen't married to, and got her PREGNANT! And another thing the baby will turn out to be a dirty crossbreed!!" He screamed. Bulma walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He jerked his shoulder away and backed up against the machine. "What do you mean it'll be a dirty crossbreed?" She asked. Vegeta made the retard sign. "DUH! I'm a saiyan you're a human!!" He screamed. Bulma smiled. "Oh. Well I hope it won't be born with a nasty tail." She said. Vegeta's face turned angry. He clenched his fists and stomped tworeds her. "Nasty tail? That's a saiyan trait is that 'nasty tail!' He'd better be born with it!!" Bulma crossed her arms and stuck up her nose. "Well, Vegeta, if YOU think it's attractive for YOU to have that ugly stump of your once tail sticking out of YOUR @$$-"
"HEY!! DON'T INSULT MY RACE!!"
Bulma looked at her boyfriend, who was breathing hard and red faced. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the ground. Then, calmly, he said, "Are YOU happy about the baby?" Bulma walked up to him and hugged him. Vegeta didn't squeeze her back, but he did uncross his arms and put them around her. He was too stunned to really hug her right now. "Yes. I'm very happy because I'm having the baby of the man that I love VEERRY much." She said. Then she bent up and kissed him. Vegeta didn't say anything back but Bulma knew what he was thinking. "Vegeta, are you going to leave me with this baby?" She asked him. Vegeta looked at her like he was offended. "Of course not. I may be a jerk but not that big of one. I can't say I'll hold it...or take care of it when I don't have to...but NO. I won't leave you alone with it." He said. Before Bulma could kiss him again he walked out of the G.R and into Capsule Corporation.
So much for everybody else not finding out about me and Bulma. This baby will sure as hell give us away. Vegeta thought. He was in one of the guest bedrooms so that maybe Bulma woulden't be able to find him for awhile. He didn't need her sympathy. He looked around the bedroom and thought about when it had happened. Probably that night Bulma came home from getting those parts and found me in her bed, then we had sex. Yeah that was about a month ago. He sighed and layed down on the bed, and that's when Bulma walked in. His head was turned so he didn't notice her come in. He was just staring out the window thinking about Bulma and how he didn't want her to get fat. Then something hit his mind. He turned around to jump off the bed but Bulma was standing there. "Vegeta..I'm sorry I just rained that on your head that way." She said. Vegeta smiled at her. Then he spread his arms so she'd come over to him. Bulma smiled and layed on top of him. "Bulma...I was just thinking. Because the baby you're carriying is half saiyan....well, I guess I should just start this by saying that on Planet Vegeta, birthing baby saiyans was hard for even female SAIYANS. Miserable for them. I remember being GLAD I was born a male. Anyway, well...since your a human female, what if you're miserable too?" He said. Bulma started to think about this too. It was a possibilty. "Well then..I guess it woulden't be quite right for me to buy a book about pregnancy now would it? Then if I WAS having an irregular pregnancy than they woulden't help. I would end up scaring myself." She said. Geeta hugged her and then sat up, knocking her off him. " 'S that why you've been throwing up and everything?" He asked. Bulma nodded. "Mm-Hm. It's called morning sickness. It'll last about 1 to 2 months." She said.
After awhile of sitting by eachother and not saying anything Vegeta finally spoke up. "Bulma...we hafta tell your parents. They'll know how to help you." Bulma snapped up from laying down and stared at him. "Tell my parents that I'm pregnant? With YOUR baby? Then they'd know we've been screwing around!!" She said. Vegeta wrapped his arm around her and hugged her as tight as he could. "I don't care. It'd be better for your well-being if they knew you were pregnant." They stayed in that position for a long time before they finally got up to tell her parents.
"Mom? Dad? Vegeta and I have something to admit to you." Bulma said. Mr. and Mrs.Breifs turned around from watching 'Matlock'. "Yes, hunny?" Mrs.Breifs said in her New-Yorker accent. Bulma and Vegeta sat down on the love seat by eachother and got ready to tell Bulma's parents the 'Good' news. "First of all me and Vegeta are....in a relationship." Bulma said. Mr. And Mrs.Breifs just looked at them without saying anything for a while. Finally Mrs.Breifs said "That's great dear. But I already suspected that. And both of us already know what you're also going to tell us; that you're pregnant. Me and your father knew by the symptoms you were describing. We were just letting you figure it out by yourself." Bulma and Vegeta looked at eachother. "So you don't have a problem? You know...that...I got your daughter pregnant when she's not married?" Vegeta asked them. Mr.Breifs shook his head. "Nope. She's 30 years old; it's TIME for her to have a baby. And it's clear she loves you." He said. Vegeta and Bulma exchanged glances again. "Well....alright then." Bulma said. "I guess we can go now Vegeta. You first."
When they made it back to Bulma's room they were so happy that Vegeta grabbed Bulma and hugged her really tight; so tight it almost crushed her ribs. "Yay! They don't care! But there still is that problem about that I'm going to be a daddy...." He said. He just coulden't imagine it. The Prince of all Saiyans having an heir to the throne of a planet that was destroyed 21 years ago?
About a week later Vegeta was wondering around the house and looking for his girlfriend. She had been very happy lately despite her pregnancy symptoms and didn't show any signs of any 'side effects' from the baby in her womb being one half saiyan. Vegeta hoped upon hoped that she WOULDEN'T suffer side effects like female saiyans did. He found her in the guest room closest to her room trying to drag a baby bed across it. "Bulma! What are you doing? You shoulden't be doing that in your condition!!" Vegeta shouted. He ran over and grabbed the bed even though he didn't much care if the baby died or not. But he knew Bulma would care if it died. "Vegeta, I'm fine with it. I don't think it'd hurt the baby considering I'm only one month pregnant so it's barely bigger than a pinhead!!" Bulma griped at Vegeta. Vegeta moved the baby bed in the corner. "Why are you doing this now? You have all the time in the world to fix the babie's room! And don't you think you should wait until you find out what gender the d@mn thing is?" Bulma shot Vegeta a look of hatred. "It's not a d@mn thing! It's our baby!! Even though it cannot hear you yet, that's still not very nice!!" She yelled. Vegeta scoffed and walked over to her. Then he picked her up baby- style. "I'm taking you back into our room so you can lay down. You're awfully gripy today and I think a nap would fix that." He said. Despite Bulma's protest, he managed to get her into her bed and cover her up. "Good night...or afternoon...or whatever." He said. Then he walked out of the room and left her to sleep.
That night Bulma was cleaning up the kitchen from dinner time. Vegeta had been very obnoxious and cussed out her parents; then flipped over the table and spilled a bunch of food in the floor. She had no idea what the heck was the matter with her guy lately. When he had come in to say sorry and offer to help her clean up she'd waved him off. But she felt more sorry for him then she was mad. She heard his boots hit the floor again as he came wondering in. "Please let me help you. I feel very bad for what I did." He said. Bulma turned around and looked at him. "I don't care if you feel bad or not. You just go and sit on the couch over there while I take care of it." Bulma told her Veggie. Vegeta, sad, took a rag anyways and helped her to clean up. "I'm so sorry I did this. I just got to thinking about the baby..and how it never would have happened if I haden't have moved in here.' He said. "But then again...I would never have met you." Bulma smiled at Vegeta's statement. "Oh quit kissing up." BUlma said. They were quiet for a while as they cleaned. Bulma looked up and saw that Vegeta had a sad look on his face, a look that made her pity him. "I love you." She told him plainly as she scrubbed some spaghetti off the floor. Vegeta's frown lifted a bit; but you coulden't call it a smile. "And he or she loves you too." Bulma said, putting her hands on her stomach. Vegeta smiled now. But he didn't love-not he or she- IT. He didn't love it one bit. It was a mistake. How could his girl already love it so much when it was-as she had said- barely as big as a pinhead? It was absurd! Plus it was a discusting halfbreed freak!
"Vegeta if you're going to sit in the floor than clean." Bulma said. Vegeta started to clean up with her. "Can you take your dancing lessons tomorrow? I would like to see you dance." Veggie said. Bulma turned around and looked him in the eyes. "VEGETA. DO YOU THINK I CAN POSSIBLY DANCE SAFELY WHEN I'M PREGNANT!! WHAT IF I FALL AND KILL OUR BABY?!" She screamed in his face. OUR baby? Correction: YOUR baby. Vegeta thought. But he kept his mouth shut. "Oh, O.K." He said. "You obviously want to be left alone so I'll just go on the couch or in my room and quit bothering you. K?" Bulma nodded. "Sounds good." So Vegeta left the kitchen. He heard Bulma say, "I love you" as he left and frowned.
Bulma found Vegeta laying in his bed asleep later when she walked in. "Vegeta? Baby?" She asked. Vegeta was heavily asleep so his chest just heaved. Bulma was really worried. She walked over to him and placed a hand on his head. It was cool. She shook him and woke him up. His eyes grogilly opened.He had one opened and the other opened halfway. Bulma smiled at him but he just bashfully buried his face in the comforter. "What's the matter, Baby? Are you sick or something?" Bulma asked. "You're acting sluggish!!" Vegeta turned his head to where it wasen't buried in the comforter anymore. "No. I'm not sick. I just don't feel good. Not physically-mentally." He said. "I just can't keep thinking that I got you pregnant." Bulma grabbed one of his hands and squeezed it. "Is' okay, as long as we care about eachother. It's nice to bring a baby into a world of love. Now if we DIDN'T care for eachother...I'd have probably been mad when I found out I was pregnant. But I love you very much so I have nothing to worry about." Vegeta didn't say anything. He just stared ahead. "Still now I'm going to hafta listen to a tot cry all evening!!" Vegeta exclaimed. "And you're going to get fat and gripy and miserable when you get farther into your pregnancy." Bulma patted his back. "I'll try not to be gripy. Now lets go to bed." She said. Even though they weren't married or engaged, they were now sleeping in a bed together at night. "O.kay." Vegeta said. He peeled himself off the comforter and followed her into the room, where he stripped down to his underwear and got into bed. Shortly Bulma got in bed beside him. "Goodnight, Cupcake. Goodnight, Baby." Bulma said, referring to the fetus when she said 'Baby'. "Goodnight Babe." Vegeta said. Bulma made a grim face because she noticed he didn't say goodnight to the baby like she did. Perhaps he WAS going to ditch out on her? Bulma gave him a quick kiss on the forehead before rolling on her back and closing her eyes. She dreaded nights because she knew that the next morning she'd just be throwing up more. But sleep didn't come that easy for Vegeta.
"Good morning Vegeta." Bulma said the next morning. She was looking just like she did every morning now- horrible. Bulma coulden't get over the terrible soreness of her stomach muscles because of throwing up every morning. Vegeta grabbed her and pulled her on top of him. "Good morning Bulma. How are you?" He asked, kissing her neck. Bulma kissed his cheek. "I'm fine...except for the morning sickness." She said. "No 'side effects' yet." Vegeta kissed her again and then pushed her off of him. "Oh..another day. Probably gonna be just as bad as the previous one..." He grumbled. He put his house shoes on and then got up to eat some breakfast before he went to train. Bulma followed him into the kitchen. "Baby...I was thinking...because of this nausea, I can't go out and get the grocerys. Would you mind going out for me?" She said. Vegeta giggled. "No way in hell! I hate shopping!!" He answered rudely as he scavanged through the cabinets. "Get your pathetic mother to go for you." Bulma grabbed him around the waist to stop him from sitting down. "You WILL go for me Mr!" She growled into his ear. Vegeta grabbed her hands. "Let me go." He growled back at her. When she didn't he grabbed her hands and violently threw them off himself. Then he grabbed her and pushed her into a chair. "Stay there. If I hear one more word from you this morning you're gonna get it. You NEVER give me orders, you got that?" Bulma nodded, and then started to cry. It took Vegeta a minute to realize he'd hurt her feelings. "Buh-Bulma?" He said. "Why are you-" Then it hit him that he had done it. "I'm sorry, sweetheart..." He said. But he just crossed his arms and stood there. This baby was tearing them apart!! Bulma just kept on her annoying blubbering. "I don't know WHY I'm crying..I just can't help it! I know what you said got me started for one thing." She bawled. Vegeta just waved her off. "If that baby is making you cry than maybe we should get rid of it somehow. I'm sure I could kill it without killing you-"
"VEGETA!!"
"Oh, sorry. Is what I said bad?" Vegeta asked. Bulma walked up and slapped him so hard his head rocked back on his neck. "Ouuchh..." He said. He normally would have knocked her senseless for smacking him but he knew what she was going through. "Of course what you said it bad, threatining the life of something that hasen't even begun to live yet! You should be ashamed!!" Vegeta slowley nodded. "Um-Hm. I don't want to hear your stupid lexures today, woman." He said. Then he sat in a chair at the table. She sat across from him. "We're having our first fight." Bulma said, wiping her eyes. "And we've been together almost two months...that's pretty good." Vegeta giggled at her statement and shoveled in a bite of cereal. "Androids come in about two years now." Vegeta said. "I'm gonna hafta go away to fight them then. That baby will be about what...a year old then? You're gonna be stuck taking care of it by yourself why I'm gone." Bulma nodded. "Yeah.." She said. Before Vegeta could look up she had ran over and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I don't WANT you to hafta fight the androids! Let Goku take care of it, please? I'm fine with him diying- but not about YOU diying!!" Vegeta kissed her lightly. "Oh, quit whining. It's two years away! We might not even be together two years from now. And I will not die!!" "Oh yes, But you'll get hurt probably!!" Bulma shouted. "Just like you'll get hurt training at such high gravity levels!!" This time Vegeta shoved her off of him. "Don't be clingy! You don't hafta worry about this mess for another 2 years!" He shouted. Bulma sighed as he began to walk off. As he was walking off, he heard a little groan from Bulma. He whipped his head around. "What? What's the matter?" He nearly screamed with worry. He had been very tense ever since she had gotten pregnant with a half saiyan baby. He saw that Bulma had one of her hands clasped over her stomach where the baby was. "Nothing now. I had a really sharp pain...but it was gone just as soon as it came." She said. Vegeta walked over to her. "Are you sure it's over?" He asked. Bulma nodded and stood up against him. "Yeah, it's gone...but that's not normal in a regular pregnancy Vegeta. What if it's an eptopic-" Vegeta covered her mouth with his hand. "It ISN'T. And I doubt it's side effects either. I'm sure every woman goes through little sharp pains every once in a while, right?" He asked. "No. It doesen't say so in the book I've been reading." Bulma said. She picked up a little book off the table and handed it to Vegeta. Vegeta turned it to the section that said '1 month pregnant'. "Hm..nausea, throwing up, coppery taste, no taste to food, fatigue...Hmm..I guess it doesen't say anything about that." He said. "But I'll bet it's normal. Don't worry about it." Then he walked out of the room. I HOPE it wasen't normal. I want the d@mned thing dead. Vegeta thought.
"Hey Vegeta...." Bulma mumbled that afternoon. Hey boyfriend was sleeping on the hammock like he usually was when he had just trained and didn't want to talk to her. It awoke Vegeta-but he acted like he was still asleep. He didn't want to deal with her right now. "Vegeta I KNOW you're awake! Now talk to me!!" Bulma shouted. When he still didn't stir she sat down next to him and stroked his hair. "Baby....I'm sorry about...whatever I did that made you not want to be talking to me right now!!" She said. But Before Vegeta said anything back he reached up and grabbed her hand, then threw it back into her lap. "Or is it something else why you want to sleep? Are you SURE you're not sick?" Bulma asked. She felt of his head again, only to have her hand thrown off again. "I'm fit as a fiddle, babe. I want to be left alone by everyone at this moment." He said. "Now that should be impliying something to you." But Bulma still didn't get up. "If they're's something wrong I can do anything in my power to help. You know that, right?" Bulma asked. Vegeta nodded and then rolled over on his tummy. He kept his eyes open, though. There was something he wanted to get straight to her. "Now Bulma..we were talking about me fighting the androids.." He said. "And I want to get one thing straight to you. When we're with the others, you know, Goku, Krillin, Yamcha..I won't be acting this nice to you. But you've gotta remember that I still am very fond of you even if I am being rude." Bulma nodded. But she was just a little bit sad. "I kind of figured that." She said. Then she bent down and kissed him as hard as she could and his return kiss was also all full of passion. She knew the 'fondness' he was speaking of was another word for 'love' but he just didn't want to admit that a saiyan was in love. Then something got her remembering something she'd noticed when he'd first moved in.
She slipped her hand up under his shirt and caressed her fingers over the scar on his left pectoral muscle. "Wanna tell me where you got that scar now, baby?" She asked. Vegeta smiled at her touch and then kissed the arm that's hand was under his shirt affectionately. "I don't see why I coulden't tell you." He said. "But don't be surprised if I start crying in the middle of telling you."
Bulma layed on the hammock and buried her face into his warm side. "I won't be." She said. Vegeta took in a deep breath and started to say. "O.K, remember how I told you that when I was a little boy of about...10 or so, I was kidnapped by a alien named Frieza? The same Frieza we fought? Well, anyway, this guy was NOT nice to me at all. First of all he lied to me and said my planet was destroyed by a meteroid when it was actually destroyed by him, and second of all he told me I'd be one of his loyal soldiers. Yeah right! Like being locked up in a dark cell without my best friend Nappa was being one of his loyal soldiers!! Anyways, one day I got so mad because I figured HE killed my father, so I tried to rebel because I thought I was stronger than he, and he slashed me with those long ugly fingernails of his. And...that's where I got it from." He said. When he was done Bulma was hugging him and crying into his chest. "My poor baby!" She bawled. Vegeta sighed and patted her back. "But Bulma, if that woulden't have ever happened than I never would have met you!!" He exclaimed. He hoped this would calm her down. "So! I'll bet you would have been much happier on your alien home!!" Bulma bawled. Vegeta rubbed her back a little longer and then urged her to get off the hammock and stand up. "You said you wanted to know...so I told you." He said. "Now, go in and- " Bulma sat on the side of the hammock again. "Vegeta...lemme ask you something. Did it cause a big impact on you when you lost your father?" She asked him. "Did you cry?" Vegeta stared at her like she didn't have the right to ask that question. "Why are you asking me this? Are you always this rude and inconsiderate of other's feelings?" He asked. Bulma shook her head. "Noo...because I'm afraid that this baby will die, and if it does, I wanna know how it's like to lose a member of the family." Vegeta looked at her funny. "Your baby will NOT die, I promise. Now, maybe in a fight in the future it might...but it won't die when it's in you and not when it's a baby." He said. "How do YOU know?" Bulma asked. Vegeta didn't say anything. "Quit thinking those dirty things about me, woman. In case you haven't forgotten I can read minds, and I'm reading yours right now. You're thinking that I'm a dirty b@st@rd who doesen't care about the baby-"
"STOPPIT!!"
Vegeta was quiet after she shreaked at him. "Vegeta, don't read my mind! I hate it when you do that!!" She yelled at him. Vegeta was quiet. Then he sat up himself. "Bulma, don't be worried about that stupid baby,"-Bulma scowled when he said this,-"Because I won't let anything happen to it. O.K? I promise you with all my heart." Bulma smiled and hugged her guy as hard as she could. How much she loved him when he was being so nice!! "Thank you. That makes me feel a little bit better." She said. Vegeta released her and started to walk off. "HEY VEGETA!! WANNA HAVE SEX TONIGHT!?" Bulma screamed after him. Vegeta smiled a little bit and continued on his trek tworeds Capsule Corporation.
Bulma was sitting on the couch with a pillow hugged up to her stomach when Vegeta walked in from going to the grocery store for her. After much of a fussing fight he had agreed to go for her. "I'm back, babe. I think I got everything you asked for-what are you doing?" He saw that she had been writing on a peice of paper. "I'm calculating my due date." She said. "And I'm having trouble. Can you help me?" Vegeta set the grocerys on the kitchen table and walked over to her. He kissed her cheek and then looked down at the paper. "I can't do that sh*t! I don't know how!" He exclaimed. He grabbed the paper away from her and ripped it up. "Language." Bulma advised, before laying back on the couch, still hugging the pillow to her stomach. Vegeta sighed and went into his room. Then he threw himself on the bed and threw a fit. "Hey..maybe I can get that baby to die someway... before it even gets out!!" He shouted to himself. The baby was really threatining his insanity. He kept on thinking about how HE, Vegeta, was going to be a daddy of an ugly crossbreed. He hated the baby with all the hate anybody could manage. He imagined it as a parasite invading his woman, something that he had to kill. But he didn't know how without injuring or killing Bulma! And he knew how much Bulma loved it. He knew that she loved it very much and if he were to kill it then she'd probably break up with him and kick him out of C.C, thus he coulden't train in the G.R anymore. And a true saiyan didn't take the life of a baby. It was unnecessary.
"Hey Vegeta, get down here for dinner before it gets cold!!" Vegeta heard Bulma yell. He launched himself off the couch to join them for dinner. When he came in there he found Mr. and Mrs.Breifs smiling at him. "Hello, Vegeta!!" Mrs.Breifs said. Vegeta nodded his hello and sat down. Bulma put some brocolli in front of him. He scowled but began to eat it anyhow. "So, Bulma and Vegeta, have you been thinking about names yet?" Mrs.Breifs asked. Bulma looked up from her dinner. "Mother, I don't even know its GENDER." She said. She heard Vegeta giggle. "It'd better be a boy for its sake." He said. Bulma threw her coke can at him.
