Chapter the thirteenth

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As Bulma entered her eighth month things were getting pretty hectic among the residents of Capsule Corporation. Like how they were to put up with a screaming child, and everything else. Trunks was kicking a lot more now and sometimes Bulma coulden't even get to sleep because of it! Vegeta was tired of whines of 'My stomach hurts' and 'my back is killing me!' and other crap like that. He was just plain TIRED of all the crap! Bulma also kept asking him, "What's your answer? Do you have it yet?" And each time Vegeta would tell her to wait, wait, wait, and he'd give it to her soon. You don't know how bad he wanted to marry her.
On this particular day Vegeta wasen't feeling very well. His head pounded with a sickening throb, his eyes were burning and running, and his nose was dripping like a faucet. When he walked his muscles and joints screamed. But, like any saiyan, the word 'sick' didn't exist in his vocabulary to him. "I've just got the sniffles." He'd tell Bulma every time she came to try and take his temperature. At this moment he was laying back in the recliner with a pillow propping him up to reduce the stuffiness. When he felt the familier groans and growls of his churning stomach he realized he was hungry. He got shakily to his feet and staggered into the kitchen. A stagger was the only kind of a walk he could manage when he felt so bad.
He grabbed the box of crackers and plopped down into one of the kitchen chairs. He shoved one into his mouth and chewed it like a cow. But as he was chewing Bulma waddled into the kitchen and stood behind him. Vegeta leaned his head back to look at her. Big Mistake. His sinuses stopped up and the throb of his head increased. He wiped the oozey watery stuff from his eyes and sighed. "What are you doing?" He inquired rudely to Bulma.

Bulma felt of his head with her hand and realized he was running a fever. She just decided to not tell him that. It would end up in a screaming fight. "You look like you did when you were stoned, Veggie." She said. She took a Kleenex and handed it to him. "I ain't stoned woman. You disposed of the joints, remember?" He asked her. Bulma nodded. She placed her hands on his shoulders and began to massage them, making him go limp and lay his head down on the table. He breathed out and enjoyed her massage.
"I thought you were just coming over here to complain." Vegeta said. Bulma laughed a little and hugged him around his neck. "I love you." She whispered in his ear. Vegeta smiled a little bit as she kissed his ear really hard. She tightened her hold of his neck and nibbled on it. Vegeta pulled her arms off of him. "Stop." He said. Then he layed his head back down on the table and tried to ignore the feel of slimy discharge from his eyes dripping down his face. "Looks like you've got a cold in your eyes." Bulma said. Vegeta nodded. "Yes. But I'm NOT sick." He said. "Not sick. It's impossible for a saiyan to get sick." He wiped the discharge from his eyes and stood up, wavering on his feet. He staggered back into the living room and collapsed on the couch. Bulma looked at him and wondered if he was doing drugs again.

She didn't find any drugs in thier room, even searching high and low. But she was sure there was something he was taking again, something making him high somemore. Whatever it was, she figured she'd end up yelling at him for it. She didn't have the patience that she'd had when she'd found the Marajuana. She'd tell him to quit being a druggie or he could get out.
She didn't find THEM, but she did find alcohal. Lots of it stashed underneath their bed like Vegeta thought Bulma was far too stupid to look under there. He was obviously wrong. Bulma grabbed the bottle with one finger and one thumb and carried it into the living room where Vegeta was resting on the couch. She dropped it onto his head and it hit with a *Thunk*. Vegeta growled, grasping his head. "Hey, woman!" He groaned. "Whad- ja do that for?" He checked to make sure there wasen't blood. "Is THIS why you have 'the sniffles'?" She asked. Vegeta caught the bottle and looked at it. "NO! I swear to you Bulma that I haven't been drinking any." He said. Bulma smirked a little and grabbed the bottle from him. "Then how come there's about 20 bottles of this stashed under our bed?" Vegeta shrugged and rolled over. "I don't KNOW! Now go away and let me rest woman, I don't feel very well right now." He griped. Bulma grabbed his side painfully and dug her fingernails in until he screamed. "Turn around!" She screamed. Vegeta turned around. "Let go of me!" He screeched. He weakly batted at her hand and tried to get it off, but the sickness had made him far too fatigued to put up a fight. Instead he calmly pulled one of her fingers up and then yanked her whole hand off of him. Bulma noticed how weakened his muscles were. "Vegeta, are you alright?" She asked. Vegeta nodded. "Yes. I'm fine." He said. "Now go away and just leave me alone."

"Vegeta, you still haven't answered my question yet!" She shouted. Vegeta knew the question she was talking about, and breathed in. "Bulma...I care about you, and I still want to be your lover...but I cannot marry you. Sorry, but I just can't." Bulma started to cry. "Why not?" She asked. When Vegeta didn't answer, Bulma got on top of him and nuzzled her nose into his neck. Vegeta let her this one time. "Keeping in mind that I'm not feeling well." Vegeta advised. He coughed a snotty cough into his open palm and Bulma brought her head up from his neck. "Your cough sounds really bad." She said. With discust clear on her face, she took her thumbs and wiped the discharge from his eyes away from his eyelids. "Doesen't look like we'll be making plans anytime soon though Vegeta. You look sick sick sick!" Vegeta almost pushed her off the couch.
"I'm not sick!" He screeched. But right after he said this a new bout of pain rushed through his head and caused him to squeeze the temples. Bulma realized his pain. "Oh, poor Cupcake! You gotta headache?" She asked lovingly. Vegeta nodded. Bulma stroked his soft,black, spiky locks. Vegeta snorted somemore snot up inside of his nose and looked down at her HUGE belly. She looked like she had a balloon shoved under her shirt.

"Come here, Bulma." He said, beckoning to her. Bulma smiled and layed on top of him. As soon as she did this Vegeta noticed her start to cry into his muscular chest. Vegeta, who was exploring her body, pushed her into a sitting position. "What's the matter?" He asked without a hint of sympathy in his voice. Bulma wiped the tears from her eyes. "My stomach hurts..." She wailed. Vegeta rolled his eyes. Oh no. More of this. He thought. He sat up with her, ignoring the pound of his head. He decided to be nice for this moment because Bulma really looked like she was in pain. "Bulma, Bulma, Bulma, shh...It's O.K." He said in the softest voice he could manage, which wasen't a very soft voice. He wrapped his arms around her trembling shoulders. Bulma covered her face with her hands and cried into them. "Vegeta, you don't know how tired I am of this baby.." She wailed. "I'm so tired of it hurting me, and kicking.." Vegeta hugged her up closer to him. He gave a hateful look at Bulma's pregnant tummy. "Stupid ingrate." He mumbled. Bulma immedeantly looked up. "What did you say?" Vegeta didn't answer her. Instead he hugged her even closer and tighter and rubbed her stomach with a hand. "Lemme see something, Bulma....lay down." He said. The still-crying woman layed down in the floor. Vegeta lifted her shirt up over her big bulging stomach and then put a hand on it.
Bulma felt a strange feeling. It wasen't comfortable;but it didn't hurt either. "Vegeta, what are you doing?" Bulma asked through her tears. Vegeta patted her stomach. "It's O.K. I'm not doing anything bad." He said. "Just relax." Bulma did as he told her to, and once more she felt the strange feeling. Then the baby kicked, and she felt the fluttery feeling.
Vegeta helped her to sit up. "What were you doing?" She asked. Vegeta smirked a little bit. "I wasen't doing anything. The baby was outbursting ki." He said. "Turns out it takes after me after all." Bulma smiled at him and stood up. By now she had wiped the tears off and was just fine. "I'll make you some soup." She said, and walked out. Sick Vegeta got on the couch and closed his eyes, thinking about how the baby had tried to communicate. Soon he went up to the bedroom where he decided to take a little nap.

Bulma saw Vegeta go up to the bedroom and got an evil smirk. She knew he was going up there to take a nap, and she also knew that he was sick and his muscles were weak. This gave her an idea. If he wouldn't marry her than she'd force it upon him, when he least expected it. Which was right when he'd just woken up from sleep. She went out into her father's ware house and got some of the strong cord she'd used to tie him to a bed the last time, which was about a year ago when he'd been hurt from the Capsule Corporation explosion. The cord was sturdy and certainly woulden't break with Vegeta's sick body straining at them because when he'd been punching at her earlier it had barely even hurt. Bulma dragged the heavy orange cord into the kitchen where she cut it with a strong knife in 4 equal peices. Then she took it up to her and Vegeta's room where he was happily napping in the middle of the bed.
Bulma took one of the peices of cord. As soon as one of his arms is tied, I won't hafta rush because then I'll know he can't break free until I get all his limbs tied. She thought. So she went over to his left side and calmly plucked one of his hands off his tummy. She gently and quietly brought it over to the left bedpost where she began to tie it on. When Vegeta started to wake up, she ran her finger down his musuclar arm tenderly and calmed him down. He started to sleep heavily again soon. Then Bulma tied his hand against the bedpost very tightly. When she was done she tapped the sleeping hunk on the end of the nose. "I win." She chimed, and then went over and grabbed another peice of cord. She took his right arm and tied it carefully to the bedpost really tight. She knew it would probably start to cut into his skin and wake him up in about 5 minutes.

Bulma walked over, got another peice of cord, and carried it around to the bottom of the bed where his feet were. Luckily for her the bed was like my bed is and it has two rails, one on each end, so she could tie his feet. Bulma noticed his pants were still on. "We'll fix that now won't we?" She asked the man who obviously coulden't hear her in his deep sleep. She grabbed his white boot and started to tug at it gently so she'd not wake him up. He couldn't get free; but a hit in the nose from those boots woulden't be too comfortable! The boot finally slipped off and exposed his sock. Bulma tugged at the toes of the sock until it was relitively loose and then yanked the whole thing off all together. She had to restrain herself from sucking his toes sexually as she moved over to the other foot and yanked the boot and sock off. Then she reached up and grabbed the band of his pants and yanked them down. Next she pulled his underwear off. Then she moved down to his ankles and began to tie them to the bedpost. His lucious body was making her shiver so bad she coulden't see straight. She looked up and saw his shirt was still on.

Bulma grabbed some sharp scissors and began to cut the sleeves of his shirt so she could cut it off rather than untiying his wrists and slipping it over his head. She then cut it off, and put the remains in the trash. The man was now naked, now the fun of waking him up.

Bulma gently positioned herself on top of the man in a humping-type pose even though her clothes were still on. But this didn't wake him up; he just stirred a little, smiled, and then snuggled his head into the pillows. Bulma frowned. How could she wake him up if he woulden't cooperate? It was absurd he was still sleeping after all of this. Bulma put her hands on his ribs and dug her thumbs in, making Vegeta groan with pain and his eyes pop open. He realized the terrible mess he was in right away. "AHH!" He screamed. He tried to get up but found he was bonded to the bed by strong cord, and the horrible smirk on Bulma's face. Vegeta growled. "Untie me! NOW!" He screamed, struggling with his bondages. Bulma didn't listen though; not in the least. She giggled at the thrashing man. "I order you to untie me!" He screamed. Bulma patted his bare stomach. "Seems to me like you shoulden't be the one ordering ME around..." Bulma said. Vegeta growled and thrashed some more. He strained at the bondages but it was in vain. "What is all this about, woman?" He asked. Bulma smirked, making Vegeta madder. She was mocking him! "What do you think, Punkin?" She asked. "Think back...about the time before you started taking your little nap."
Vegeta looked up as he thought about what she could be babbling about. "Hmmm....I don't know. Tell me." He ordered. Bulma smiled. "You said you couldn't marry me. It made me wonder why because I have all the equipment...so I decided to SEDUCE you and see if you would change your mind. Now I'm just having a little fun." She said. Vegeta growled. "My mind will not change! Lovers is all we will ever be, so you can just stop toying with me-" Bulma traced her fingers over his belly, tickling him. Vegeta started to giggle, but he was by all means NOT happy. She was walking all over him! He squirmed until she stopped. "Don't you touch me, woman. I'm not going to let you toy with me." He griped. He felt Bulma touch his thighs with her delicate and educated hands. "You're tied to a bed, Vegeta...Remember? You really don't have very much authority." She said. This was followed by another helpless struggle against the bondages by Vegeta. "What's wrong with me? How come I can't just break the cords?" Vegeta asked halfway to himself and halfway to Bulma. Bulma kissed his chest. "You're a sick man, Vegeta...when you were batting at me today I realized that. I decided to use it against you. See, you're way too weak to break the cords because you're sick!"
Vegeta thrashed more. "AM NOT AM NOT AM NOT! NOW UNTIE ME NOW, WOMAN!" He hollered. As he was screaming this he felt Bulma begin to knead his inner thighs. He immedeantly stopped the struggle. "What are you doing?" He asked. He knew where this was going.

"Changing your mind." Bulma quoted. Vegeta recognized this line from earlier in their relationship...or rather before it when they had first had sex. But now she was changing his mind for keeps, and he didn't know if she'd succeed this time. Depended on whether she'd untie him or not. "Untie me, woman, NOW, or when you DO untie me you will NEVER see day again!" He threatened. He yanked at the bondages again but only caused himself more raging fury. Soon he was so mad that he was yanking even when he was too tired to continue. "BREAK you mother f*ckers, BREAK!" He screamed. He threw a fit and then screamed. Bulma laughed at his efforts. "Ha Ha. Now stop it so I can HUMP you." She said. Vegeta gulped. Bulma's hands, which were still kneading his thighs, accelerated. Vegeta felt adrenaline rush and felt his rod go hard as a board. Bulma saw it because her eyes bulged. "Hm- Hm! Am I convincing you yet?" She asked. Vegeta strained at the bondages holding his wrists very hard. "Stop that, I order you!" He screamed. The knead on his thighs became a tickling between his legs and he was lost in all senses. He was only focused on where Bulma's hands where and what she was doing, what she was touching. Vegeta groaned out loudly. "Bulma..Bulma.." He groaned. He yanked at the bondages once more before dissolving in the pleasure of the situation. She handled him like a pro, touching both his rod and scrotum in a unforgettable way. Vegeta's hips bucked and little groans escaped from his throat. She was teasing him, making him want himself inside of her. He bit his bottom lip as he tried not to scream. He heard little giggles from Bulma as she watched his reaction. "Do you want me?" She asked in a seductive way. Vegeta coulden't muster up an answer between his groans. It came out as "Yeeeahhheeeeooo..." Or something similar. Bulma guessed it meant yes. But, of course, she wasen't gonna let him have her until he said he'd marry her. She squeezed a little and caused him to moan something horrible, and clench his fists so hard the nails dug into his palms. His tied legs kicked as much as they could when he was restrained to a bed. Soon his abs got tired from the bucking and his throat started to hurt from the groans. "Please...PLEASE...stop..stop.." He moaned as his hips quivered uncontrollably. Bulma smiled. "You haven't came yet, Vegeta, sorry..." She taunted. "Stop......" He moaned again. Just when he thought he coulden't stand the pleasure any longer he DID come. All the sudden the pleasure running throughout his body rapidly increased, and the quivering and bucking of his hips accelerated. Vegeta groaned really loud. "Bulma...Bulma..Bulma..stop...stop.." He was groaning, even though he didn't want her to stop. But a man can only take so much. He coulden't stand it anymore, and he was sick.
"Tell me you'll marry me and I'll stop.." She teased, her finger brushing over his scrotum and making it crawl with pleasure. Vegeta's hips bucked so hard that Bulma almost went flying off of him. But she kept on fondling both parts of his package. Vegeta clenched his teeth and moaned. "Stop...Stop.." He groaned somemore. "~Marry me..~" Bulma sang. Vegeta realized that she'd just keep on teasing and fondling until he said yes. "Yes...Yes..Yes.." He groaned. When he said this, Bulma smiled and her hands stopped. But her head went down between his legs, and Vegeta felt her wet tounge caress his rod and scrotum. Vegeta, bucking his head back, screamed with all of his might. His legs squeezed her head as much as they could. When Vegeta calmed down because his orgasm was over, Bulma stopped. Then she raised up. "We can start the plans as soon as you're feeling better." She told the sick and panting Vegeta. Vegeta looked at her with hating eyes and clenched his teeth as she started to walk out. "Hey! Aren't you going to untie me?" He hollered. Bulma turned around and looked at him.

She slowly walked over to the bed in which he was tied to. Vegeta struggled with the bondages again. The cords on his neck stood out as he strained to break the bondages. He raised his legs in a vain attempt to break free. Then he strained with the arm bondages somemore.When he couldn't break them he threw a fit. "Come over here right now and untie me!" He shreaked. When he was done thrashing he had sweat running all down his face and he was breathing hard. Bulma was now smiling mischeviously at her man. "It's fun to just leave you there and watch you struggle and your strength sap away..." She said.
"Now you sound like Freiza or someone! Just untie me, NOW!" Vegeta ordered. Bulma sighed and walked over to him. "You're really not any fun." She muttered. She started struggling with the cord on his left wrist. But all she got to was a broken fingernail and bleeding fingers. "Uh-Oh Vegeta! I tied it too tight!" She exclaimed. Vegeta laughed. "Nice joke. Now untie me." He said. Bulma looked at his face. "No joke. It really won't come undone!!" Vegeta's eyes widened. "Then go get some scissors, a knife, or something!" He said. But he noticed that Bulma was just doing that mischevious smile again. "Bulma..." He said. He coughed into the air and caused his lungs to heart. Bulma climbed on top of him. "Get off! Stop it!" Vegeta said, jerking. Bulma brought a hand up to stroke his face. Vegeta's eyes widened at her touch. "Stop it! Quit that! Stop touching me-" He was interrupted when she brushed a finger over his lips to shush him, and brushed it under his nose teasingly. Vegeta bit at her finger, which she jerked away. "I said DON'T TOUCH ME. Could I make myself any more clear than that?" He asked. Bulma snuggled her head into his chest. "I really could untie you, you know. One snip from the scissors and you'd be free." She said. Vegta thrashed. "Then let me free!!" He screamed. He screamed it right in her ear and made her cringe. "No..I don't think so. Maybe I think it's FUN to watch you like this." Vegeta kicked and kicked and kicked, and managed to get her off the bed. She rolled off of him with a thump and hit the floor. Vegeta laughed at her. "If you're not gonna untie me..at LEAST put something over my..you knows." He said. Bulma grabbed the scissors. "I'm gonna untie you. It'd be no fun if you were always tied to a bed." She grabbed the scissors and began to snip at Vegeta's bondages, and managed to get his left wrist free. It had started to bleed from the cord digging into it. Vegeta rubbed it to ease the pain. Next she did his other wrist, and then both of his legs. Vegeta was releived as he put some clothes on. "B*tch." He kept muttering. He shook out his hair and layed down on the bed. "What are you doing? You were just laying in that bed for at least an hour." Bulma said. Vegeta shrugged. "So? I don't feel well; and I want to lay down." He said. He closed his eyes. Bulma walked over to him and stroked his hair. She was surprised when he recoiled cowardly from her hand. "Go away." He said. Bulma hesitated. "Uh..Vegeta, are you O.K?" She asked.

Vegeta growled. "I'm fine." He said. He wiped discharge from his eyes and nose and then settled his head back down on the pillow. "Vegeta you need a doctor." Bulma said. "Look at your muscles- they're weak!" She poked one of his arm muscles and he screamed. "STOPPIT! THEY'RE TENDER!" He screamed. He slapped at her hands. He growled and rolled on his stomach. He was not in the mood to deal with her. "I want to make the wedding plans...but with you sick we'll hafta wait.." Bulma said. Vegeta growled. "I AM NOT SICK!" He screeched. Bulma grabbed his head and hugged it. This time Vegeta did not scramble away. His head was pounding so that it felt quite nice with Bulma hugging him. He layed his head in her lap and let her stroke his soft black hair. He snorted snot up his nose. "Poor Veggie." Bulma said. She kissed the side of his head. "I love you." She said, caressing his cheek. Vegeta smiled, closed his eyes, and fell asleep in her lap.

After an hour of holding her boyfriend's head Bulma could feel his snot and eye mucus soaking through her jeans. She got up, then decided she'd check Vegeta out while he was sleeping. So she layed him on the bed and then sat down besides him. She lifted one eyelid and saw how red and veiny it looked. Then she looked at his arms. She recognized the bloody cuts the cord had made. "Poor Baby..." Bulma said, leaning down and kissing his lips. As she was exploring his body her eyes came across something. He had NICE muscles! She felt like sexing him in his sleep. But when she was thinking this Vegeta shifted as if to say 'I know what you're thinking!' so she just dropped the subject. She covered him up with the blanket and turned to leave the room. Trunks kicked.
When she was walking down the hall her mother came out of one of the guestrooms. "Bulma, what were you doing with that cord? Your father was looking for it." Mrs.Breifs said. Bulma's face flashed red. "I wasn't doing anything with that old cord! I was just using it to...do something."

"Well then can I have it back? I need it."

Bulma's face flashed redder. "I sorta....cut it up." She said. "Into four equal peices. Vegeta and I were playing a game." Mrs.Breifs eyes opened. (Yes, they opened!!) "OH...excuse me. Your father and I used to do that. I guess I-" Bulma ran away before her mother could say anything else.

When Vegeta awoke he just layed in the comfy waterbed with the fan blowing on his face. He felt heat in hs own breath when he breathed out, and his headache still haden't resided. He coughed sickly and closed his eyes. But the burning of them forbidded anymore sleep. Bulma came in after a while and saw him laying there with his eyes open wide and staring at the ceiling. "Hey, Punkin! I made you some soup!" Bulma said.She put the bowl on the nightstand beside him and then put the watercup to his lips and tilted it. Vegeta shut his lips tight. "Drink." She said. Vegeta opened his mouth but just held the water in and didn't swallow. Bulma stroked her finger up his adam's apple and it made him swallow. Vegeta's droopy eyelids closed all the way and he rolled over. "Come on, please drink more!!" Bulma protested. Vegeta's eyes opened halfway and he glanced at her. "Don't feel like it..." He groaned. Bulma sat by him, and put the glass to his lips. "Drink a BIG gulp. For me?" She asked. Vegeta did, then rolled on his back and looked at her. He smiled at her. "Hello, babe." He said. Bulma smiled at his pet name for her. He must be in a good mood. she thought. She took some soup in the spoon and put it to his lips. "MMM-MM-MM! Smells good! Want some?" Bulma asked. Vegeta turned his head away. "Come on, Vegeta! It smells really good.." Bulma waved the spoon under his nose until Vegeta took the soup in his mouth. "No more." He said.

Bulma nodded. "O.K...O.K...I won't force you if you don't want to." She said. She layed down and hugged the man into her arms, hugging him as tight as she could. Vegeta relaxed and let her take him in her arms. "You're not feeling any better after that long nap? I want you to be better so we can start the wedding plans as soon as possible!" Vegeta coughed. "No...don't feel much better." He said. Bulma sat up. "How come these things happen so coincedential?" She asked. Vegeta shrugged and snuggled up into the blankets the best that he could. Bulma noticed how cold he was; he was shivering like 90 miles a minute. His eyelids were all droopy. Bulma snuggled him up. "Hey...Watch this." Bulma said. Vegeta rolled over, and Bulma turned on the stereo to a song by Mandy Moore. Then, she began to sing it to cheer Vegeta up. Even though her voice wasen't very good; she still made Vegeta laugh very hard. His laughs were labored and croaky. "Stop that, Bulma! You're gonna make me wet my pants!" He chuckled. Bulma came over and hugged him as hard as she could. "See! I made you laugh! You feel better now?" She asked. Vegeta turned his head and sighed deeply. "No... And most of why I feel bad is not because I'm...sick." Bulma was surprised he said that word. "I'm feeling bad because there's only about two months until that baby comes. I don't...I don't WANT that baby Bulma. Do you know what Kakarott will think? He'll start thinking of me as a weak, soft person...and I don't want him to think of me like that! I don't want him to humor me! I want him to FEAR me!!"
Bulma smiled and stroked the side of his face. "Vegeta...Goku's nice. His attitude tworeds you is still all rainbows and sunshine through how bad you act tworeds him. And he's never been afraid of you. He knows that you woulden't DARE even throw a punch at him because face it- It's YOU that's afraid of HIM." Vegeta's eyes widened. "No! No, that's not true! Where'd you ever get a crazy idea like that?" He asked. Bulma bent down and kissed him. "I've known the man for years." She said.

Bulma grabbed the glass of water as Vegeta layed with the fan blowing on him, looking out the window. His eye-lids were doing the droopy thing again. Bulma put some water on her fingers and then brushed it on his neck, trying to get his fever to go down. She put more on his hairline and cheeks. Trunks kicked as she was doing this, and the surprise caused her to spill the water all over Vegeta. "Ah!" Vegeta groaned. Bulma clapped a hand to her stomach and laughed. "I think Trunks is mad at you for saying that you don't want him." She said. Vegeta frowned and sighed. "Trunks is already being a problem."
Bulma felt bad that Vegeta felt that way. How come he couldn't just be like a HUMAN and be happy that Trunks was about to come into the world? Like a normal Daddy would? How come he had to be such a stubborn, jerky man? She layed a rag on his head. "Mmm. Well, Vegeta, I hope you get to feeling better soon so we can make the wedding plans before Trunks gets born. I don't want a b@st@rd baby you know." (No offense to you people reading this that were born out of wedlock. That's the technical name for kids born out of wedlock.) She grabbed Vegeta and hugged him up to her body. She macked his face all over and hugged him harder. "I love you." She said. "Love you, Love you, love you." She kissed down his body as she said 'love you'. Vegeta smiled. "I love you SOOO much!" Bulma cheered, kissing his stomach. Then she blew a raspberry on it, making him giggle. "Stop!" He protested. He stroked her blue hair, thinking about how much he loved her new haircut. It made her look much more pretty, and much more like...a white woman. (Once again, no offense to African Americans. I'm not racist.) Bulma layed her cheek on his stomach and stroked his arm. "Vegeta, did you like the bondage game earlier?" She asked. Vegeta's face sprouted red and his muscles tensed. "I don't want to talk about that." Vegeta said. Then he blushed harder and went to sleep.