Chapter the tenth

ALREADY chapter ten! God this story is going fast! But I'm not anywhere NEAR the end yet so just bare with me, O.K?
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any other trademarked materials in this fanfiction.

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About a month after, Bulma WAS looking a little bit poochy in the stomach. Vegeta's making fun of her didn't help her very much though. But the more pregnant Bulma got, the more Vegeta thought about leaving her. He was very fond of her, yes...but not of the baby. It was a discrace to him, an accident, and he shoulden't hafta put up with it. Maybe he could sneak into its room one night after it was born and kill it? Perhaps. Bulma was at the doctor's office getting a sonagram at the particular moment and Vegeta was sitting in a chair waiting for her to get home. The horrible pain in her stomach still haden't stopped yet, but she would get up and wash dishes and stuff just the same. She'd learned how to bare with it even if it was sometimes hard. Now Vegeta was sitting in the chair and hoping the baby was dead. Please Please PLEASE dear God, let it be dead!! He thought. He still hated the horrible crossbreed. It was then that Bulma burst into the door. "Veggie! Veggie! It's a boy!! The baby is a boy!!" She shouted as she ran up and hugged him. Vegeta was very stunned. "Huh? A boy?" He asked. You don't know just how happy he was about that! Having a little girl was even more of a discrace on Planet Vegeta because they woulden't grow to be as strong warriors as the males would. "That's a good thing." Vegeta said, petting Bulma's affro hair. She really needs to get this cut or something. Veggie thought. She doesen't look good with it anymore. But he just shook that out of his head. "Oh, Vegeta, we need to find a name for the baby and everything, and buy him clothes and blankets and a baby bed..come on! Let's go baby shopping!!" Vegeta laughed. "It's easy what the baby's name will be. We'll name the baby VEGETA, just like my family tradition. All boys named Vegeta. And I don't want to go shopping." Bulma crossed her arms and looked at him with her meanest look. "NO! I hate the name Vegeta! Our babie's name will NOT be Vegeta!" She yelled in his face in the feircest voice she could possibly manage. Vegeta backed up. "Oh...Well...Fine then. Why don't you tell me everything you hate about me while you're ahead?" Bulma sighed and hugged Vegeta around the middle. "I'm SORRY, O.K, Baby? It's these dumb old mood swings!!"She said. Vegeta pushed her off. "Come on, we HAFTA name the baby Vegeta. It's my family tradition to name all the male royal babies VEGETA!!" He screamed. Bulma sighed. "No. We'll think of something better." She said. Then she walked up the stairs to get dressed in her slut clothing. "Get dressed too so we can leave to go baby shopping!! You're the father so you're coming!" She yelled from up the stairs. Vegeta sighed and trapsed to their room.

"O.K..where should we go first?" Bulma asked Vegeta. She was sitting in the front seat of the car and driving. Vegeta didn't answer her question. He just crossed his arms and looked out the window of the Ferrari convertible. "I guess we'll go to Babies R Us because you won't answer me." Bulma said. Vegeta just sighed as she kept on driving. "What's the matter, Vegeta? I know you normally don't talk much..but when we're alone you usually chatter my ears off!" She said. Vegeta turned around to face her and shrugged. "Who knows." He said. Bulma patted his leg and turned the car. "You really don't want to go shopping do you?" She asked. She was answered by a shake of the head from Vegeta. Bulma sighed. "But I want to buy it clothes! It's so exiting when you've wanted a baby all these years and you finally get one and you get to buy clothes for it!" She said. Vegeta slowley nodded as if saying, "I understand."
"Here we are!" Bulma said as she stopped the car. Vegeta scowled horribly and slammed the door to the Ferrari. Bulma grabbed his hand to hold it as they walked. Vegeta's face turned bright red. "Uh...Bulma, not now." He said. Then he jerked his hand away. Bulma shrugged and walked on ahead of him. When they got inside Vegeta was discusted. Everything was the ugliest colors and it was all for BABIES! Vegeta growled and followed Bulma. "Please hurry. I'd like to go." He urged her. Bulma smiled and took her own sweet time to look at the stuff so Vegeta started to grow fidgety. "Bulma.." He kept whining.
"Vegeta, go do something else if all you're going to do is whine." Bulma said. Vegeta took her up on the offer and walked away. But as he was searching for something he might like to look at, he spotted a blonde woman that was really fat in the baby aisle. She had bruises all over her. "Excuse me, Mrs.or Miss...may I ask how you let yourself go that way?" Vegeta asked. The woman looked at Vegeta and smiled a little bit. "Excuse me?" She asked. "WHY ARE YOU SO FAT. DO I HAFTA SPELL IT OUT FOR YA?" Vegeta said. "Oh. I'm nine months pregnant." The woman responded. Veggie's eyes blinked open wide. "WHAT?" He said. He didn't want Bulma to get THAT fat! He ran up to Bulma and grabbed her around the waist. "Bulma, I don't want you to get as fat as that woman over there with this wretched child! I don't wanta hafta look at a fat lady!" Bulma smiled and patted his chest. "Vegeta, you'll be so happy about the baby about to come that you won't care how big I am." She said. Yeah right. HAPPY? More like DEVESTATED. Vegeta thought. He followed Bulma's heels like a puppy dog might as he watched her pick up the discusting outfits and lacy socks. "How come you're getting a BOY lacy socks?" Vegeta asked. Bulma shrugged. "They always tell you to either by either/or outfits before the baby is born or by a little bit for both sexes because the doctor could be wrong. If it's a boy, then I'll just have a boy in frilly socks." She said. She threw a little pair of overalls in the basket. "I can't beleive you." Vegeta said.

"Can we please go back home? I'm tired of following you around while you blow money on stupid baby clothes!"Vegeta griped as she took them in a Wal-Mart. "Oh shush Baby! You can survive just one whole day of shopping!!" Vegeta grumbled and walked along besides her. He groaned and moaned. "I don't WANT to go shopping.." "FINE THEN! DO YOU WANNA GO INSIDE THE SEX SHOP THEN? BECAUSE I'LL GLADLY TAKE YOU INSIDE!!" Bulma schreeched. Vegeta was silent. Bulma wrapped an arm around his waist and hugged him up to her body. "You'll be fine. Just two more hours, k?" Vegeta nodded and broke away from her hug. He was getting a bad headache from this and he was wanting it to stop. He grabbed his temples and squeezed them. "Something wrong?" Bulma asked. Vegeta removed his hands from his temples. "No. Nothing is wrong. I just got a headache. A bad one." Veggie answered. "Ohh..poor Baby." Bulma said. Vegeta growled and stood away so she coulden't show affection or anything. "Do you want an Advil?" Bulma questioned. Vegeta shook his head and wondered to the bench where he sat down and squeezed his temples somemore. He also had the normal stomach ache he had with his diagnoses-stress. Every since he had found out that Bulma was pregnant he had been having these stress fits. He kicked his feet and stared at them.
As he was sitting on this bench a punk came up to him and sat down. "Hey, dude, you look like you haven't slept in days!" He shouted. Vegeta looked up into the ugly man's face. " 'Tis true. Now could you go away and mind your own buisness?" Vegeta said, leaning back and closing his eyes. Then, he felt the man slip something into his open palm. Vegeta's eyes immedeantly opened and he stared down at the strange thing. It was a joint of Marajuana. Vegeta's eyes widened in recognition. "Huh? Where-Why-Who-WHY ARE YOU GIVING ME THIS! TAKE IT BACK, TAKE IT BACK!" Vegeta shouted. He threw the joint at the punk. The punk grabbed the joint. "Hey, I know I shoulden't be dealing in the middle of a public store dude, but I do know that you need this. It helps me let go of everything whenever I'M stressed out. Perhaps it'll work on you, man?" Vegeta looked at it in the dude's hand and then took it. "I'll try it." He said. He slipped it into his pocket, thanked the man by pushing him off the bench and then ran to find Bulma.

That night at home Bulma realized a bunch of smoke billowing out from under the door to their room. "Oh no...Veggie caught the matress on fire again." She said. She tried to open the door but it was locked. "Honey, open the door! It's Bulma!" She shouted. But no response arouse from her boyfriend. She realized just how much the smoke smelled like Mary- Jane. "VEGETA! I CERTAINLY HOPE YOU'RE NOT TAKING DRUGS IN THERE!!" She shouted. She heard Vegeta cough heavily and then stumble over to the door. She heard him unlock it, and then he pitched head-first at her feet with a green face and bloodshot eyes. He passed out. "Oh no! Cupcake!" Bulma said. She bent down to him. "What's the matter, Vegeta? Why did you fall? I TOLD you you were sick but you didn't listen!!" Vegeta was passed out so he didn't answer. But if Bulma would have looked in the connected bathroom she would have saw the joint in the quimode, which he had trashed when he heard Bulma banging on the door. Bulma lifted one of the lids of his eyes and saw that his eyes were so bloodshot they were almost red. "What happened to you, Punkin?" She asked, grabbing him under the arms and trying to lift him. But then she remembered the baby and that she might hurt it if she lifted the 123 pound man. "Vegeta, you're going to hafta get up." She said, slapping his face. He didn't wake so she slapped him harder, but to no prevail. She poked him with a pen several times, but he still didn't wake up. "Come on...Vegeta..." Bulma said. She socked him in the chest. He still didn't move. She finally remembered what he had done to her so she went and got her perfume and sprayed it about an inch away from Veggie's face. His bloodshot eyes popped open. "Veggie!" Bulma said. She sat down next to him. "What's the matter Punkin? How come you fainted like that?" Bulma asked him. "I was so worried!!" Vegeta smiled up to her. Then he coughed really hard, lung-busting coughs. Smoking Mary-Jane for the first time was very hard! "I don't know..." He faked. "Uhma...I was..taking a shower in the bathroom when I felt a dizzying feeling. I managed to get dressed before it happened." Of course this was all a lie. Bulma kind of saw it in his eyes but she didn't know what he was liying about. "Do you want me to take you to bed so that you can lie down? I'll lay down with you if you want." Bulma said. Vegeta frowned and shook his head. "No. I'm fine." He said. Then he attempted to get up.
That was a big mistake, for a dizziying, sickening pain rushed throughout his head and he felt nauseas beyond no end. He accidently fell back into Bulma's arms. "O.K...I'm not fine." He said. Bulma layed him gently back down on the floor and got her phone. "I'm going to call the doctor, O.K?" She said. Vegeta knew the doctor would find out that he had been smoking drugs. "NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NOOO!!" He hollered. Bulma stopped in her tracks. "What? Don't you want to be healthy?" She asked. Vegeta nodded. "Yes...but...I think it's just a little bug. No use for you to hafta go call the doctor and spend money over little old me. Is' O.K." He said. "I just need to rest. Can you find some way to take me to bed?" Bulma put a finger on her chin as she thought about it. "I can't pick you up...but maybe I could drag you on a blanket or something?" She asked. Vegeta shrugged so Bulma ran and grabbed a quilt. Vegeta crawled on it and layed down, and Bulma started to drag him through the halls to their room. When they reached it Vegeta felt the urge to throw up. He ran into the bathroom and started to throw up all in the toilet, on top of the joint. When he flushed the puke he flushed the joint and then he stumbled in and layed on the bed. Bulma placed a hand on his wide forehead. "Jesus you're burning up!!" She exclaimed. Had she been smart she would have realized these were the symptoms of HAVING A HANGOVER or GETTING HIGH. She put a cold rag on his head and then layed down with her face pressed in his neck and her hair all over his face. Vegeta went to sleep and started to snore.
Vegeta had to get up several times that night to go throw up in the quimode or something. He really hated this, but he hadta admit, the marajuana sure did make him nearly forget that he had gotten Bulma pregnant. It seemed like the perfect way out! So the next day he wondered back up to Wal-Mart and found the punk giving drugs to some pimpy guy. "Hey! I need more drugs!" He said, tapping the man on the shoulder. The man turned around and saw Vegeta. "Hello! Did it help, man?" He asked. Vegeta nodded. "Yes, It helped and all but..I think I lost 4 pounds last night! It made me forget about the baby, though. So give me more." He said. The punk held out a hand. "Give me cash first. I gave you the first joint free so that you'd have a...sample. So give me $100 for 10 joints, $200 for 20 joints...etc." He said. Vegeta smiled a little and got out his wallet. He gave the man $1000 for 100 joints. The man gave them to him in a fancy box that looked like it was merchandise so he woulden't be caught with drugs. Then Vegeta flew home from Wal-Mart happy with his purchase.

When Vegeta got home Bulma noticed him walk sluggishly tworeds their room with the box in his hands. It looked like it said 'Pencil Box' on the box. "Why would he want a pencil box?" Bulma asked herself, scratching her head. She went into the room and found Vegeta on the bed with the box in his lap. He had been about to open it. "AAH! Bulma!" He screamed. He almost threw the box in the floor and spilled its contents everywhere. Bulma put her hands on her hips. "What's in the box, Honey?" She asked. "Just tell me and I'll leave you alone. If you DON'T tell me than I'll keep pestering you until you do." Vegeta smiled a bit. "It's a..surprise for you, babe. But you'll hafta wait to get it until your birthday." He said. He saw Bulma smile back, and then she walked over and ruffled his hair. "I like the way you thought about me!" She said, kissing his cheek. Then she walked out of the room and shut the door, leaving Vegeta all alone. Vegeta got up and locked the door and then took one of the 100 joints out of the box. He grabbed his cigarette lighter off of his nightstand and rolled his thumb over the sparkey(That's what I call it) and it made a bright orange flame appear. He lit the joint and then put it into his mouth where he inhaled deeply. But that inhale caused such a coughing fit that he dropped his box and all the joints spilled out all over the floor. "Oh no!" He said. He sat the one joint he was smoking in the ash tray, still lit, and then got on the floor and started scrambling to pick up his joints. Bulma came up and started rattling the door handle. "Vegeta!! VEGETA! Why are you coughing? Did you get sick again? Vegeta, open the door!" She banged on it with all her might. The next words she said were full of tears. "Vegeta, PLEASE!!" Vegeta could tell she thought he had fainted with the door locked. Vegeta accidently let out a dog-bark cough again and then Bulma's sobs got hysterical. "Vegeta!! Vegeta, don't die!! I'll get help, I'll get help!!" She screamed, running down the stairs. Vegeta snickered at her as he finished cleaning his joints. "O.K...I should have 99 joints in the box, not counting the one I'm smoking." Vegeta said as he smoked the joint out the side of his mouth. But when he carefully counted the joints he counted only 98!! "Man alive! I didn't find one of them!!" He shouted. He got on his hands and knees and started to search the entire floor. He finally sat up. "Aw well. If I cannot find it than Bulma most definintly can't." He said. He layed back down on the bed and finished up his joint.

Of course, Vegeta was sick about 2 hours later. He wondered into the kitchen and found Bulma, who had gotten her Dad to help her with Vegeta. But Vegeta had made up the lie that he had been asleep when she was knocking on the door and that he awoke when she left to get him. So he had it covered up pretty well. But that one joint he'd lost still kept on his mind. "Vegeta, you look bad." Bulma said. Vegeta laughed. "Thank you." He grumbled, and cradled his aching head in his hands. The price of happiness was far too much. "You have a headache AGAIN?" Bulma asked. Vegeta nodded. "Mm-hm." He answered. Bulma gave him some Advil, but Vegeta just sneaked it in the trash behind her back because he didn't think taking it would be the best thing when he was feeling this nauseated. Bulma came over and felt of his head again. "You're running a fever AGAIN, Baby!!" She exclaimed. "Come on. Let's go to the doctor." Vegeta shook his head. "No. I don't need a doctor. I'm fine. It's a bug." He said. Bulma sat down by him and rubbed his tense back and shoulders. "You said that last night, and you just got sick again!! And if it was a bug I'd have it because I've been kissing all over you so much lately. Come on, please come to the doctor!" Vegeta shook his head and layed it down on the kitchen table. He felt like sh*t from smoking that joint. "No." He said plainly. He hugged his arms around his queasy stomach as he tried to stop his mouth from watering. It was really bad. He coughed twice from the smoke in his lungs and then hobbled over to the couch. Bulma watched him. "Ya know, If I didn't know any better I'd say you've been smoking from the sound of your cough." Bulma pointed out. Vegeta immideantly snapped his head up to face her. "That's ridiculous. Why would I need to smoke?" He asked.

"Because you got me pregnant."

Vegeta was silent after she said that. He gave a dog-bark cough and flipped on 'The History Channel'. He heard Bulma sit down at the kitchen table. "Vegeta! Do you think we should have a baby shower?" She called. Vegeta didn't know what a baby shower was but he knew it would be something with probably a lot of people...and Kakarott. "No." He said plainly. "I don't want anyone to know about him until they absolutely have to." Then he walked to the table to see what she was doing.
She was eating a pickle and mustard sandwhich. "Man alive!!" Vegeta shouted, recoiling from the food. "What are you eating?" Then smell of the atrocious food made his already weak stomach heave, so he grabbed a plastic bag and barfed into it. "I'm eating this because I have a craving for it. All pregnant women have certain cravings." Bulma explained. Vegeta slowley nodded and wiped puke off his mouth with the back of a hand. "You need to see a doctor, Vegeta." Bulma said. "Viruses usually don't last this long." She grabbed the puke bag to take it outside so it woulden't start to smell. She peeked inside to make sure there was no blood in it and wretched, and then some of her puke was added to his. She took the bag outside.

"VEGETA! GET YOUR @$$ IN HERE!!" Vegeta heard. He was laying on their bed and trying to get his head to stop swimming and his stomach to stop rolling. "What?!" He yelled. "I'm resting!!" About 2 minutes later he heard shoes on the steps, and then the door swung open. Bulma was looking very mad. "Vegeta, want to come down here and tell me what happened to all my china dishes?" She asked. Vegeta shrugged. "I ran out of clay pigeons so I started ki blasting your plates for target practice. You're not mad are you?" He said. He was answered when Bulma came up and grabbed the collar of his rugby shirt. "OF COURSE I'M MAD! YOU IDIOT! THOSE PLATES WERE ANTIQUES WORTH MILLIONS OF DOLLARS!!" She screeched in his face. Vegeta closed his burning eyes against how loud her yell was. "Bulma-"

Bulma slapped him in the face. "You idiot! You jerk, you moron!! It's so hard to beleive I love such a stupid man!" She screamed at him. Vegeta's spinning head ached like mad. "Bulma, please. Remember, I'm sick?" He said. He was answered by another slap. "I woulden't care if you were diying at this moment! You had no right to come in and blast my antiques to Mars!!" She screeched right in his face. Vegeta groaned when she slapped him again. Bulma was jerking on his rugby shirt and making it dig into the back of his strong neck. Vegeta growled and then before he could stop himself, smacked HER so hard her head jerked to the side with a dangerous force. She sure backed off of him then ad sat on the edge of the bed. Vegeta saw that her cheek was bleeding. She clapped a hand to it. Vegeta started a coughing fit and was forced to lay back down on the bed. He didn't say anything to her. It was Bulma who spoke up first. "It's bleeding." She said. Vegeta nodded. "Yes. I saw. But you shoulden't have jumped on me like that and started hitting me." He said. "What I did was wrong, and all you had to do was say that and nothing else." He coughed again, rib-shattering coughs. He really wanted a joint about now, but they were what was causing him to cough like this and get sick. Bulma came over to him and rubbed his back. "PLEASE go to the doctor honey, please?" She said. Vegeta just ignored her plea and closed his eyes. "No. I don't want to. I don't want those dumb earthlings to poke me with needles again." He said. He coughed again. "Leave me." He ordered. Bulma was stunned. Vegeta haden't asked her to leave him alone since they had had sex for the very first time. "O.K. I'll be back soon though. If you're feeling better we can have some fun." She said. Vegeta smiled a little bit and nodded. As soon as she left, Vegeta locked the door and then grabbed three joints and stuck them in his mouth at the same time.

Bulma was in the kitchen washing dishes and waiting for Vegeta to come down and say he wanted to have sex. He did come down; but not for that reason. She was washing dishes and minding her own buisness when she heard Vegeta utter a croaky 'Bulma.' Bulma turned around and saw Vegeta stumble tworeds her. His eye-lids were droopy and his eyes were red-rimmed. His skin was a blotchy color. He collapsed into her arms and Bulma almost screamed he was so hot to the touch. "Vegeta!! Oh my god!!" She said. Vegeta looked into her face. "Don't take me to the doctor, O.K?" He groaned, and then fainted. Bulma layed him down in the floor, crying, and put water on his face to try and make his fever go down. She went into the bathroom and started to run cold bath water, then she ran to get some ice cubes to put in the bath. But how was she to get him IN the bath? She heard him cough and realized how much it sounded like a smoker's cough.
She managed to get him dragged to the bathtub, strip his clothes off (to her great liking.) and pushed the man into the tub. She balanced his head on the back of the tub so he woulden't slip under. She scrubbed the unconcious man's body with the soap, her tears still running down her cheeks steadily. What was the matter with him? Why did he get so sick all the sudden? It was then that her mind flashed to the box he'd brought home the day before. What was in that box? Could it be something he's eating out of it that's making him sick like this? Because Vegeta's not the surprise buying type. She thought. She put some shampoo on her hands and rubbed them together, and then scrubbed it through his hair. Even though the purpose she put him in here was not to give him a bath she figured that while he was in there she might as well give him one. As she was scrubbing him, the thought kept itching at her mind to go get the box and see what was in it. Even though it was most probably hid she figured she could find it. Vegeta was very smart;but not at hiding things.
She made sure his head was at an angle that he coulden't fall and went into the bedroom. She looked under the pillows, under the bed,in the closet...but the box was nowhere. Maybe he'd hidden it somewhere else in the house? She was about to go out when something white caught her eye on the bedsheets because she'd ruffled them up. "Huh?" She said, bending down and picking it up. She knew immedeantly that it was a joint. She threw it with discust. She laughed. "Stomach bug my @$$." She said. She threw the joint in the trash and went to go check on her sick boyfriend.

Vegeta was still unconsious when she entered again. "Heck, I'll be lucky if you wake up, sweetie." Bulma told the fainted Vegeta. She was very sad that her getting pregnant had driven him to smoking marajuana. She stroked his soft black hair with a hand, while thinking about the things she could do to an unconcious AND naked man. "I can see why you don't want to go to the doctor. You don't want to be arrested." She said. She was talking to him like he was listening to what she was saying. Her eyes kept wondering down to his manhood, which was under the water and unfortunately covered up by a patch of bubble-bath. She didn't know why she put Bubble- Bath in a 31 year old man's bathtub. Bulma grabbed the man's face and kissed his lips passionately. Hey, he was unconcious, so why not have a little fun with him while he coulden't push her away? But when she kissed him his eyelids lifted slightly and he saw her hand about to touch his manhood. "Hey." He said in a sickly voice. He coughed the smoker's cough again. "Oh, hi Punkin!!" Bulma said. "Uh...I wasen't gonna do anything." Vegeta smirked and nodded slowley. "Sure." He said. Bulma gathered her wet boyfriend up in her arms and hugged him. "Vegeta I have news for you. You don't have a stomach bug. You're just stoned." She said. Vegeta's eyes widened. Then he shamefully said, "You found out about my drug problems?" Bulma nodded. "Yes. Now can you tell me where the rest of the drugs are so that I can dispose of them?" She asked. Vegeta told her and she nodded. Then she grabbed the soap and continued to soap his gorgeous body. As she soaped his stomach she noticed how close her hands were to his manhood. She let the back of one of her hands sensually brush over it as she scrubbed, and felt Vegeta's muscles tense all the way up his body, and his rod go erect. "Whoa." Bulma teased. "You're armed and dangerous now aren't you?" Vegeta blushed a little bit. "I guess so." He said. His hands shot up and stopped her from scrubbing him. "Scrub somewhere else, please." He said. He sat back and relaxed as she scrubbed his legs and arms and feet. "I already washed your hair while you were out cold." Bulma said. Vegeta was glad because he didn't like people other than himself to give him baths. He sighed and fell asleep in the bathtub.