Chapter the fourteenth
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As Bulma entered her ninth month, her and Vegeta packed her hospital bags and put them by the door of the bedroom. Because of Vegeta's illness they had to delay the wedding plans for a month. Vegeta was finally healed and they were ready to start them. But Bulma was in a lot of pain lately. "Vegeta...could you bring me the hot water bottle? My stomach hurts." She protested. Vegeta slunk into the bathroom and filled it with boiling water. Then he threw it at her. "Why can't you get up and do things yourself?" He asked. He looked down at his woman. She was so big and pregnant that her belly hung out of normal clothes so she had to wear those frilly maternity things. Her belly button had changed from an inney to an outey. Pretty bad.
"I can't wait until Trunks comes...It's so soon but it seems like forever!" Bulma said. Vegeta smirked. He was planning on killing the child when it was born and making it look like an accident. " It seems to me like he's coming too fast." Vegeta answered. Trunks kicked three times in a row, making Bulma groan and double up. "Can't this child ever be calm and let me rest?" She asked. Vegeta laughed. "Of course not. It's a saiyan baby." He said. "And the son of VEGETA." Bulma finished. Vegeta was sad at this statement.
"When will it come? What day?" Veggie asked stupidly. Bulma shrugged. "It could come any time. But the expected date is in 4 weeks or so. But almost no babies are born on the exact date their calculated at." She said. Vegeta slowley nodded and swiped the sweat off his brow. He'd just been training for 5 hours straight and he was all sweaty. He had gotten back to his jerky habits again ever since he stopped being sick. He'd just kept up that nice guy attitude when he was sick so Bulma would take care of him. But now, by god, she was wanting to start the wedding plans! It was too much for a guy to handle! Vegeta slunk up the stairs and into their room where he collapsed on the bed. He really didn't want Trunks. Really REALLY didn't want Trunks. This got him to thinking about who could help him on this subject.
*Knock *knock* "Woman!!" Vegeta exclaimed, knocking on the door to Mrs.Breifs' room. She was in there going over Bulma's plans for the saiyan armor. Mrs.Breifs jumped at the chance to get with Vegeta alone and opened the door. "Oh, hey hunny! How are you?" She asked, grabbing Vegeta's hands. Vegeta shook her off. "Never mind how I'm doing! I need to ask you some things about babies." He said. Mrs. Breifs let him sit on her and Mr.Breifs springy bed. "What about babies?" She asked, sitting by him. Vegeta felt just a little uncomfortable sitting around her considering she thought he was the hottest thing alive and enjoyed flirting with him.
"I just wanted to know...how it's like with one around the house? And give me a logical answer..not one of your normal stupid ones." Vegeta inquired. Mrs.Breifs just smiled. "Oh....it usually smells because of the baby pooping itself, and it's really loud. Babies tend to get really annoying when they can crawl because they follow you around wailing until you pick them up. And they like to pull hair, and their food is expensive..." Vegeta just tuned her out as she went on and on about the horrible terrors of raising babies. "BULMA was that bad?" He asked. He didn't beleive Bulma could be so much of a brat. He got a nod from Mrs.Breifs, though. Vegeta's eyes widened. "Hunny, everyone's horrible when they're children. I'll bet you were a bad child too." She said to him. Vegeta just smirked. "Actually, being a Prince, I was taught to behave very politely. But let's get off the subject of my childhood and discuss my future son's." Mrs. Breifs nodded. "I've never raised a boy, let alone a saiyan. He could turn out worse. If you're planning on being a father and helping Bulma take care of Trunks than perhaps you can read one of the Dr.Spock manuals I gave to her." She said. Vegeta laughed at this.
"I'm not planning on taking care of the child! But I'm gonna be around"-This part was a lie-"So I need to know how the enviroment around me will be. If it's gonna be loud that's not good for a saiyan because of our sensitive hearing." Vegeta explained. He was trying to be nice to the dumb blonde but he found it relatively hard. Then he finally said, "Bulma and I are...engaged, in case she didn't already tell you." Mrs.Breifs' smile widened. "Oh, I know dear." She said. Vegeta felt like socking her for calling him pet names. There was an akward silence between the two. Mrs.Breifs finally said, "Bulma loves you, Vegeta. Loves you more than anybody she's ever known. She told me that."
Vegeta was left stiff as a board after Mrs.Breifs said that. How could Bulma love him THAT MUCH when he'd never told her he loved her? She most likely knew he did and that made Vegeta embarrassed. "Uh, well, if you're sure that's all you know than I guess I'll just leave." Vegeta said. He rudely sprung up and thought he was crazy when he felt Mrs. Breifs pinch his @$$.
Vegeta was laying on the bed in the bedroom with a soda watching 'Star Trek' when Bulma waddled in and sat down by him. She patted his stomach. "Hi, Baby! How are you-" Vegeta shhed her. "Hush. This is my favorite part." He griped. Bulma was very quiet as Vegeta watched his 'favorite part.' When it was over he turned his head tworeds her. "What was it you were wanting, woman?" He asked. Bulma looked hurt. "I just wanted to know how you were doing...with me about to give birth and all." She said. Vegeta shrugged. "I guess I'm fine." He said. He sat up and Bulma was surprised when he burrowed his head into her arm. "Vegeta, what's wrong?" Bulma asked, hugging him around the neck. Vegeta jerked away but pushed her on the bed and jumped on top of her. "I wanna have sex, I'm horny!" He said. Then he started trying to rip her clothes off.
"Wait, Vegeta! We can't!!" Bulma screamed. Vegeta ceased in his actions. "And just why not?"
"Because we might kill Trunks."
There was a long silence between the two, and then Vegeta threw himself back on the bed and kicked his feet. "Stupid child! He won't even let me have SEX anymore!" He screamed. Bulma tried to soothe him. "Vegeta, it's not that bad. In a month Trunks will be born, and THEN we can have sex as long as we try not to wake him up." She said. Vegeta groaned and rolled over. He was mumbling about Trunks as he continued to watch Star Trek. Bulma layed down next to him. "It seems like Trunks is coming so fast. I'm not ready for this baby yet." She said. Then she quietly slipped her arm around Vegeta. Vegeta noticed her arm but thought nothing of it. When she started to squeeze on him he finally said something. "Hey, quit that." He said. Bulma nestled her face into his neck and kissed it. "Baby, we cannot have sex...but....we can cuddle." She told him. Vegeta smirked. "Really." He said.
"Yes."
As soon as she said this Vegeta slipped his arm around her too. She was too big for him to even slip it halfway around her, though, from Trunks' presence inside her stomach. Bulma kissed Vegeta's cheek. "I love you." She told him. Vegeta smirked and turned his head away to blush. It embarrassed him so much when she said that! He flipped around and watched Star Trek as she stroked his muscular chest. "Vegeta, you know....are you going to help me take care of Trunks?" Bulma asked. Her hands started to drop lower as if she were going for his penis. "Uh...UH..." He said. He grabbed her wrist just as her hand slipped inside his pants. "Can't have se-ex..." He minded. Bulma kissed his ear. "Yes. But I can still give you a hand job." Vegeta felt one of the fingers inside his pants brush over his penis in a way that made him shudder. "Uh...No. Just let me be." Vegeta said. He stripped her hand out of his pants and sat up. He started to walk out. "You didn't answer me about Trunks!" Bulma yelled at him as he turned to leave. Vegeta whirled around and faced her with his arms crossed. "Because I'm not sure of my answer yet." He snapped rudely. Then he turned back around and stomped out of the room. Bulma hoped she didn't end up being a single mother, but little did she know that she WOULD be for about 3 months.
Vegeta was training in 450 times normal gravity and sweating everywhere. When he was finally done with his sit ups and push ups and things, he turned the machine off and walked out of the room half-naked. As he was walking tworeds the house who should he meet but Mrs.Pervert, A.K.A Mrs Breifs or his soon to be mother in law. "Hey, Vegeta! So, have you and Bulma started your wedding plans yet?" She asked. Vegeta shook his head and tried to go on in but she blocked his path. "Wow...We're looking mighty handsome today now aren't we?" She asked him. Vegeta growled. "Don't tell me you're going to start your pervertive little mind games now, woman." He said. Mrs.Breifs looked puzzled. "What now?"
"WELL, besides the fact that you think I'm hot, you like to sit by me, touch me, and call me by pet names. Does that sound like a pervert to YOU, lady?"
"No."
Vegeta was silent. "Well...uh...get out of my way so I can get in the house." But he didn't give her time to get out of the way before he PUSHED her out of the way. Mrs.Breifs just stared after Vegeta, watching the pumping of his @$$.
Bulma's mother had been doing everything she could to help Bulma with her back and stomach pains, and Vegeta loved it because then he didn't hafta listen to her complain. It was really annoying. Bulma still haden't had her first contraction yet. Vegeta walked into the bedroom to find her laying in bed with her hands on her stomach, looking at the ceiling. Vegeta snuggled up in bed next to her. Bulma completly either ignored him or figured he wanted to be left alone because she didn't say anything to him. It kind of hurt Vegeta's feelings. "Bulma...You Okay?" He asked her. Bulma turned her head to face him. "Yes. I'm fine Punkin. But can you just let me be in here alone for a while? K?" She said. Vegeta growled. "Don't tell me what to do." He ordered. "I think I'll stay right here." Bulma just shrugged. "Suit yourself."
Vegeta kept waiting for her to wrap her arm around him like she usually did all the time in situations like this, but this time she didn't. He figured she was really in a bad mood, after all, she was going to hafta go through a great deal of pain when the baby started to be born. He knew she'd be having contractions for 4 days before it was born, each one closer together. He just didn't quite understand the concept of how a baby could come out of such a small hole. Bulma had told him 'It stretches', but what the heck good did that do? Woulden't it rip you? Vegeta just decided to shut off his wondering mind so he closed his eyes. But something got him wanting to look at Bulma. He popped his eyes open and stared into her pretty face. Her eyes were closed and she was laying on her back like all women that far along and pregnancy have to sleep, and her head was turned tworeds him. Vegeta thought she looked so gorgeous with that new haircut, and he just wanted to screw her into the ground! But then he remembered the dumb baby and that she'd only whine at him if he caused her to kill it. So he just left her be.
As he was staring at her and just about to drift into sleep, he felt Bulma's ki jump up as if she were surprised. Vegeta's eyes jerked open. He saw that Bulma had one hand on the bedrail and her eyes were wide, and she was doubled up with the free hand clutched over her gut. "Vegeta!" She gasped. "I'm having a contraction!" Vegeta just looked at her with one eye narrowed. "Huh? What's a contraction?" He asked. Bulma grabbed his arm and squeezed it. "I'm going into labor, Vegeta! Hurry, go and get my bags and put them in the car!!" She said. Vegeta coulden't beleive the baby was happening in front of his eyes. He didn't want it to happen, so he didn't figure he should help Bulma. He watched a tear roll down her face. Vegeta grabbed her hand and stripped it off his arm, then stood up. "Hmmm..no." He said. He almost cried at the look on Bulma's face when he said this. "Please, Vegeta, come on! It's no game! Pick me up, PLEASE!!" She shouted/cried. Vegeta smirked at her. "I said NO." He griped, and stalked out. He left Bulma clenched up in pain on the bed.
When her contraction passed, she went and grabbed her bags, woke up her mother and her mother drove her to the hospital. She didn't figure Vegeta would want to come, plus she wasen't exactly happy with him. How could he have done this to me? He acted so nice and then he just ditched me in the middle of my first contraction. She imagined he'd show up at the hospital sooner or later though.
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Vegeta had watched Bulma's Mom drive Bulma to the hospital and was depressed. "What the hell came over me? I know it was the baby trying to come out and I didn't WANT it to come out, but it was BULMA that was in pain!" He said to himself. "So why didn't I help her?" Vegeta knew the logical answer was that he was a JERK, but a very cute one. I'm going to fly after the car... and then go in with Bulma and her mom. Then I can stay with Bulma and when the baby starts being born I can leave the room. He thought. When he thought this he sprouted from his chair and zipped out the door. He soon found Bulma and Mrs.Breif's car and followed it until they reached the West City Hospital. When Bulma got out of the car Vegeta landed next to her. "Hey, Bulma...Um..." He said. Bulma slapped at him. "Go away, Vegeta!" She screamed. "I am so mad at you right now I could just stab you!" Vegeta backed up and noticed that Mrs.Breifs was watching them. He tried to be nice.
"Listen, Bulma, I don't know what I was thinking..." He said. Bulma smacked him promptly on the cheek. "You didn't help me when I was having a CONTRACTION, Vegeta you jerk! Go away for now! I might be ready to see you in about...hm, 3 days?" Vegeta growled and stomped a foot. "You're going to see me whenever I WANT you to!!" He yelled. And without giving her any time to protest, he picked her up and started to carry her inside. She was punching him and stuff. "Put me down you b@st@rd!!" She squealed. "Momma! Make him put me down!!" But Mrs.Breifs just laughed at them. "Be quiet Bulma, and don't cause a scene." Vegeta advised. He got her checked in and then plopped her down in the hospital bed and let the doctors and nurses do their regular work on her. She cooperated very well; much better than Vegeta had. When everyone was gone except he and Mrs.Breifs he walked over to her bedside. "Uh...Now do you forgive me? I carried you in here so you didn't hafta walk!!" Vegeta said. Bulma smiled. "Lean closer, Vegeta, and then you'll find out." She said. Vegeta leaned closer. "Closer." Bulma advised. Vegeta, thinking she was going to give him a kiss, leaned inward. But when he got really close she grabbed his hair and pulled it with all her might. "YOU'RE SUCH A F*CK*NG JERK, YOU B@ST@RD!!" She yelled right in his ear before releasing him. Mrs.Breifs covered her mouth with a hand. "Bulma, hunny, be nice to him! He is only trying to help! All new fathers get frightened when their wives-or fiances in this case- go into labor. He just freaked out!!"
Bulma looked at Vegeta, who was nodding at what Mrs.Breifs said. He had one hand clapped to his ear from her loud yell. Bulma got a look of sympathy for him. "O.K, I forgive you Vegeta. I would probably freak out too if I was a male and my wife went into labor." She said. "But I'm not sorry about your ear. It was decent payback." Then she turned her face away from Vegeta and left him sitting on the chair, where Mrs.Breifs chattered at him and he tuned her out.
The next day Bulma was looking scared. She had been kept awake the previous night because she'd had two contractions in that night. The doctors figured Trunks would come either tonight or the next morning. But as much pain as Bulma was in, she wanted him to come out THEN. On her two contractions the previous night Vegeta had woken up and soothed her tears of pain, and Bulma was very happy with him because of it. Once, when she'd started to have a contraction, he'd ran over to her and climbed on top of her, where he had kissed her and told her that it would be alright, and once Trunks was born she'd be fine. And he'd let her kiss him and hug him and do anything she wanted to him while she was having one. He was a great guy sometimes, but Bulma just figured it was because he felt bed because he haden't helped her on her first contraction. Right now he was sitting in one of the visiting chairs with his arms and legs crossed sleeping. He looked like someone might sleep when they're having a hangover. Bulma's mother had left the room to go to the cafe so it was just Bulma and Vegeta. Bulma looked at her man and smiled. I'm so lucky to have a guy like him. She thought. This got her thinking to when she'd first saw him as an evil saiyan out to destroy the world, she felt something. Something like her and Vegeta were meant to be. She had dismissed it as crazy when she thought of it, but now she knew it was true. Vegeta would be the man she married. Little did she know that the first time Vegeta had looked at her, he'd gotten the strange feeling too. That's why he had used such sweet (Or not sweet but sweet compared to the way Vegeta usually talks to people) words with her. She saw Vegeta's legs uncross and his chin rest on his chest. He had a little smile on his face while he slept.
As she was watching him peacefully sleep, another contraction began to rip it's way through her belly. "No, not now! I was admiring Vegeta!!" Bulma said to herself. But, to her dislike, she found it WAS a contraction and she doubled up and started to cry. Vegeta's eyes popped open at her tears. "Bulma?" He asked. He walked over to her and sat by the hurting woman in the bed and stroked her blue hair. "It's O.K, Bulma. The contraction will pass shortly." He said. More than ever now was he glad he wasen't a woman. But at least on Earth women didn't HAFTA have babies. On Planet Vegeta, on every woman's 18th birthday, a male saiyan in need of a mate would come and get her, then they'd have the saiyan wedding ceremony which was impregnating the woman. He and Bulma had already decided to have a normal human wedding because Vegeta thought the saiyan ritual for marriage was a little more greusome. It contained feeding eachother their blood. Vegeta as a child was glad he was the Prince and that the only person who could make him get married was his father. He also remembered that if the saiyans had female babies, they were most likely used as training practice and killed before they turned 5. As soon as the females learned to walk their strength was tested. If the female's ki power was high, she'd stay alive and be treated like a normal saiyan. If the female was weak--well, you already know that part.
When Bulma's contraction passed she looked up into Vegeta's eyes. "Thank you." She said, grabbing his hand. Vegeta nodded and yanked his hand away, then sat back down in the chair and closed his eyes again. "I love you so much. And I'm sorry that we didn't get to get married before I went into labor. Too much stuff came up." Vegeta's casual look turned into a smirk. "It's O.K. It doesen't matter anyway." He said. Bulma was sad. How come he never returned her 'I love you's'? She knew he was a saiyan but sheesh coulden't he at least tell her when she was in sheer pain?
Vegeta was walking around the courtyard with his arms crossed over his chest. Bulma's mom was walking with him because she knew something was up by the way he was acting. "What's the matter, sugar? How come you're acting so funny, hm?" Mrs.Breifs asked him. Vegeta didn't say anything. He just huffed out his nose. Because I love Bulma and I hafta leave her in about six months!! He wanted to shout. But he didn't say anything for fear that Mrs.Breifs might start teasing him because of it. Then he might accidently rip her head off her shoulders. "You wanna know what's wrong with me? It's right under your big ugly blade nose!!" Vegeta said. Mrs.Breifs shrunk back. "Sorry." She said. Vegeta smirked. He kicked his foot in the fountain as if it had caused his sadness. "Go away O.K?" He asked Mrs.Breifs. "I just want to be left alone."
He saw Mrs.Breifs reflection dissapear from the pond, meaning she'd run back into the hospital. Vegeta noticed his reflection was all wiggly in the water. He realized this was the part in most Disney movies when the beautiful young woman breaks into broadway, so he backed away. He went back into the hospital to see Bulma.
A doctor was in there when he came in. "What's going on?" Vegeta asked. "Why are you in here?" The doctor whirled around and looked at Vegeta. "Oh, me? I'm here because Bulma's expected to have her baby today. You are the father, right?" He asked. Vegeta shrugged. "Who wants to know?"
"Because only the father is aloud in here when she's having the baby."
Vegeta slowley nodded. "Yes, I am the father. Just if you really want to know." He said. He went and sat back in his visiting chair. "Not happy about it, but I must say I am." Bulma frowned at him when he said that. "Vegeta!" She whispered feircly at him. Vegeta just smirked and relaxed in the chair. He noticed they had driven Mrs.Breifs out of the room. "Tell me doctor...will it be a greusome sight?" Vegeta asked, answered by 'You don't have to watch.'
Vegeta felt like punching the man. "Well, uh... What if I don't want to watch?" Bulma was the one who answered this one. "YOU WILL WATCH ME HAVE OUR BABY, VEGETA!!!" She shouted. Vegeta cringed back. "Oh. Okay." He said, and shut up.
That night, Bulma was miserable. Her contractions had now started to go every 10 minutes and it was getting exhausting. The doctor had put that little skirt thingy they put over all the women about to have a baby on her.Bulma was in the bed crying and Vegeta was just about ready to punch her. "Vegeta...come here so I can hold your hand." She bawled to Veggie. Vegeta aimlessley walked over there and offered his hand, which she took and began to squeeze. Then she screamed really REALLY loud, and squeezed his hand so hard he thought it would fall off. "O.K, Bulma, It's time! Push!!" The doctor told her. Bulma began to push and scream at the same time while squeezing Vegeta's hand. Vegeta was traumatized. For one, her screeches were hurting his ears and for another, the baby he hated was coming.
Bulma was in more pain than she imagined she could ever be in. It was as if all her insides and bones and brains were coming out that little hole! She felt Vegeta squeeze her hand as he heard her cry. She looked up at his face and noticed it was completly white, and his eyes were staring straight ahead. "It's O.K, Vegeta." She bawled. "I'm fine. This happens to every woman when they're-AAHH!!-having a baby!!" Vegeta looked down at her. He saw the pain in her eyes and felt like helping it, killing the baby so it would stop the pain. But he knew it would make her sad.
"O.K, he's out!" The doctor said. Bulma stopped her screaming, but was still bawling helplessley. She watched the baby as the doctor pulled it out and was amazed along with Vegeta. The little peach-fuzz hair the baby had was LAVENDER!! She closed her eyes and kissed Vegeta's hand. "I love you." She told him. Vegeta smiled down at her and looked at his son, and all the sudden he didn't hate it. But that feeling quickly passed when he saw all the blood it had caused to leave Bulma. When Trunks was clean they wrapped him up in a blanket and handed the baby to Bulma. The baby had a small tail which was sticking out of the blanket, and it had angry eyes just like Vegeta. Except its angry eyes were blue. Her tears immedeantly ceased. "Look Vegeta! Isn't he cute?" She asked. Vegeta acted like he cared as he looked at the baby that was wrapped up like a tamale. "Sorry." He said. Bulma looked at him because she didn't know what he meant, and before she could say anything the baby squealed with anquish. Vegeta was now holding the baby's tail in his hand. "You didn't want him to have this, did you?" He asked, Ki blasting it and destroying it. Bulma smiled at him.
"What's his name?" One of the nurses asked. Bulma smiled. "Trunks Breifs." She said.(Since I don't know Trunks' middle name I'll just leave it at that.) The nurse walked out and left the doctor, Vegeta, and Bulma. "You wanna hold him, Veggie?" Bulma asked Vegeta. Vegeta hesitated a little bit but decided to play along. "Hokay." He said. Bulma showed him how to hold him and gave Trunks to Vegeta. Vegeta looked down at the baby. It's eyes were wide open and staring at Vegeta, big, blue, beautiful eyes. It was the cutest thing he'd ever seen in his life. Vegeta just stared at it.
"Talk to him, Vegeta." Bulma said. Vegeta smirked a little and then said, "Hello there. You're going to be a strong guy, aren't you? I'll train you up big and tough.......maybe." But what he said was a lie. He didn't plan on even training the stupid baby. Vegeta, sort of on instinct, gave Trunks his finger. Trunks grabbed it with such weak strength it was almost funny. Vegeta quickly jerked his finger away and handed it back to Bulma. When Bulma tried to give Trunks her finger he didn't take it. He just kept on looking at Vegeta with those big blue eyes. "I think he likes you Vegeta." Bulma said. Vegeta crossed his arms and scowled.
"O.K, I hafta take him back now." The doctor said after Mrs. and Mr. Breifs saw Trunks. Bulma sadly gave Trunks back to the doctor. When her and Vegeta were alone she felt like covering him with kisses. "It's such a pretty baby...it looks just like you." Bulma said to Vegeta. "Did you see its angry looking face? But it was still cute." Vegeta frowned. "Well of course it looks like me. I'm his...Parent." He turned the hospital T.V. on and sat down in the chair.
"Hey Vegeta, aren't you going to follow my parents to the nursery to watch Trunks?" Bulma asked him. Vegeta looked over at the exhausted woman. "Why would I do that? I just saw him." He remarked. Yeah. And I hate him. His thoughts said. Bulma had a look of hurt upon her pretty face. "Come on Vegeta, PLEASE will you go watch him? He's my first child and I don't want to worry." She clasped his hands. "PLEASE so I can get some rest." Vegeta looked at her. "Alright. Bye." He said. Bulma gave him a quick peck on the forehead and Vegeta went down to the nursery. He saw Mr. and Mrs. Breifs gaping at Trunks from outside the nursery window. Mrs.Breifs saw Vegeta come up, so she ran up and hugged him. " Oh, Vegeta, the baby is so cute! It has your mad little eyes..." Vegeta pushed Mrs.Breifs off. "What are you doing hugging me? Don't." He said.
Mr.Breifs walked up to him. "Congratulations, Vegeta." He said, clapping a hand on his shoulder. Vegeta shrugged his hand off. "Don't." He said. He walked over to the window and looked in at Trunks. Trunks was a very cute baby;yes. As soon as Vegeta began standing there Trunks' eyes popped open and his pupils averted tworeds him. "Aw, look!!" Mrs.Breifs said. Vegeta groaned. He looked at the baby's purple fuzzy hair and knew he'd gotten that from Bulma. He knew how much Bulma loved that baby already. He also knew how much he hated it. He'd already started planning his escape from what seemed like the terrible deadly grip of the earthling's world. He would have either Bulma or Mr.Breifs make him a space capsule so he could go to a different planet. There, he could train and become a Super Saiyan. He guessed, since the androids would come when Trunks was about a year old, that he'd better leave in about...nine months or so. Then he'd have three months on the planet he chose to train on.
"Hey Vegeta, could you go back with Bulma? Just tell her that you don't need to watch him. She may be worried but the nurses' jobs are to watch the babies." Mrs.Breifs said. Vegeta slowley nodded. "Yes...that would be a good idea." He said. He trotted down the hall, still thinking about when he was to leave Bulma.
"Bulma... I'm back..." Vegeta said as he came back in her hospital room. Bulma looked at him and smiled. "Hi." She said. "You look like sh*t, no offense intended."
"None taken. And I guess I look like sh*t because I am about to ask you something I really don't want to ask. So, here it is: Would you make a space ship for me?"
Bulma looked surprised. "Why? It's not like you're ever going back to another planet again! This is your home Vegeta: face it." Vegeta scowled at her normal b*tchyness. "No, I just thought...sometimes I'd like to maybe get away from a baby. I'm not used to them. I've never in my life lived with one. For the baby's safety in your eyes, you should build me a space capsule." He said. Bulma cocked an eyebrow. "What do you mean for the baby's safety?" She asked. Vegeta crossed his eyes and a cute smirk came to his lips. "Because when Saiyan's get mad they tend to get carried away...and I just might accidently hurt it." He said. Bulma nodded. "Yes. I guess it is a pretty good idea to build you a space capsule once I get out of here. I'll have my Dad build you one, O.K?" Vegeta nodded. "That's fine." He bowed his head and began to think about life for three months on a different planet without Bulma. And then where was he going to go when the androids were defeated? Bulma woulden't let him back in the house once he left her! But maybe by some change of fate she might understand...
How could he live knowing he'd left her there all alone with a baby to take care of? Now, you must remember that the Vegeta at the beginning of our story woulden't have cared. But Vegeta's feelings were changing and effecting him in different ways, this one of the ways. He bit his bottom lip as he thought. Who cares about my stupid feelings. I'll get over it once I'm on the planet. He thought. Then he smiled and closed his eyes for a nap.
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All you people who think my Vegeta's OOC, bare with me. Once he gets on the Planet he'll forget he has any love for Bulma at all, thus introducing the jerky Vegeta at the beginning of the Cell Saga. He'll be like that until Gohan beats Cell. When he moves in with Bulma after the Cell Saga again I'll try to make him more in character than before, O.K?
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any other trademarked materials in this fanfiction.
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As Bulma entered her ninth month, her and Vegeta packed her hospital bags and put them by the door of the bedroom. Because of Vegeta's illness they had to delay the wedding plans for a month. Vegeta was finally healed and they were ready to start them. But Bulma was in a lot of pain lately. "Vegeta...could you bring me the hot water bottle? My stomach hurts." She protested. Vegeta slunk into the bathroom and filled it with boiling water. Then he threw it at her. "Why can't you get up and do things yourself?" He asked. He looked down at his woman. She was so big and pregnant that her belly hung out of normal clothes so she had to wear those frilly maternity things. Her belly button had changed from an inney to an outey. Pretty bad.
"I can't wait until Trunks comes...It's so soon but it seems like forever!" Bulma said. Vegeta smirked. He was planning on killing the child when it was born and making it look like an accident. " It seems to me like he's coming too fast." Vegeta answered. Trunks kicked three times in a row, making Bulma groan and double up. "Can't this child ever be calm and let me rest?" She asked. Vegeta laughed. "Of course not. It's a saiyan baby." He said. "And the son of VEGETA." Bulma finished. Vegeta was sad at this statement.
"When will it come? What day?" Veggie asked stupidly. Bulma shrugged. "It could come any time. But the expected date is in 4 weeks or so. But almost no babies are born on the exact date their calculated at." She said. Vegeta slowley nodded and swiped the sweat off his brow. He'd just been training for 5 hours straight and he was all sweaty. He had gotten back to his jerky habits again ever since he stopped being sick. He'd just kept up that nice guy attitude when he was sick so Bulma would take care of him. But now, by god, she was wanting to start the wedding plans! It was too much for a guy to handle! Vegeta slunk up the stairs and into their room where he collapsed on the bed. He really didn't want Trunks. Really REALLY didn't want Trunks. This got him to thinking about who could help him on this subject.
*Knock *knock* "Woman!!" Vegeta exclaimed, knocking on the door to Mrs.Breifs' room. She was in there going over Bulma's plans for the saiyan armor. Mrs.Breifs jumped at the chance to get with Vegeta alone and opened the door. "Oh, hey hunny! How are you?" She asked, grabbing Vegeta's hands. Vegeta shook her off. "Never mind how I'm doing! I need to ask you some things about babies." He said. Mrs. Breifs let him sit on her and Mr.Breifs springy bed. "What about babies?" She asked, sitting by him. Vegeta felt just a little uncomfortable sitting around her considering she thought he was the hottest thing alive and enjoyed flirting with him.
"I just wanted to know...how it's like with one around the house? And give me a logical answer..not one of your normal stupid ones." Vegeta inquired. Mrs.Breifs just smiled. "Oh....it usually smells because of the baby pooping itself, and it's really loud. Babies tend to get really annoying when they can crawl because they follow you around wailing until you pick them up. And they like to pull hair, and their food is expensive..." Vegeta just tuned her out as she went on and on about the horrible terrors of raising babies. "BULMA was that bad?" He asked. He didn't beleive Bulma could be so much of a brat. He got a nod from Mrs.Breifs, though. Vegeta's eyes widened. "Hunny, everyone's horrible when they're children. I'll bet you were a bad child too." She said to him. Vegeta just smirked. "Actually, being a Prince, I was taught to behave very politely. But let's get off the subject of my childhood and discuss my future son's." Mrs. Breifs nodded. "I've never raised a boy, let alone a saiyan. He could turn out worse. If you're planning on being a father and helping Bulma take care of Trunks than perhaps you can read one of the Dr.Spock manuals I gave to her." She said. Vegeta laughed at this.
"I'm not planning on taking care of the child! But I'm gonna be around"-This part was a lie-"So I need to know how the enviroment around me will be. If it's gonna be loud that's not good for a saiyan because of our sensitive hearing." Vegeta explained. He was trying to be nice to the dumb blonde but he found it relatively hard. Then he finally said, "Bulma and I are...engaged, in case she didn't already tell you." Mrs.Breifs' smile widened. "Oh, I know dear." She said. Vegeta felt like socking her for calling him pet names. There was an akward silence between the two. Mrs.Breifs finally said, "Bulma loves you, Vegeta. Loves you more than anybody she's ever known. She told me that."
Vegeta was left stiff as a board after Mrs.Breifs said that. How could Bulma love him THAT MUCH when he'd never told her he loved her? She most likely knew he did and that made Vegeta embarrassed. "Uh, well, if you're sure that's all you know than I guess I'll just leave." Vegeta said. He rudely sprung up and thought he was crazy when he felt Mrs. Breifs pinch his @$$.
Vegeta was laying on the bed in the bedroom with a soda watching 'Star Trek' when Bulma waddled in and sat down by him. She patted his stomach. "Hi, Baby! How are you-" Vegeta shhed her. "Hush. This is my favorite part." He griped. Bulma was very quiet as Vegeta watched his 'favorite part.' When it was over he turned his head tworeds her. "What was it you were wanting, woman?" He asked. Bulma looked hurt. "I just wanted to know how you were doing...with me about to give birth and all." She said. Vegeta shrugged. "I guess I'm fine." He said. He sat up and Bulma was surprised when he burrowed his head into her arm. "Vegeta, what's wrong?" Bulma asked, hugging him around the neck. Vegeta jerked away but pushed her on the bed and jumped on top of her. "I wanna have sex, I'm horny!" He said. Then he started trying to rip her clothes off.
"Wait, Vegeta! We can't!!" Bulma screamed. Vegeta ceased in his actions. "And just why not?"
"Because we might kill Trunks."
There was a long silence between the two, and then Vegeta threw himself back on the bed and kicked his feet. "Stupid child! He won't even let me have SEX anymore!" He screamed. Bulma tried to soothe him. "Vegeta, it's not that bad. In a month Trunks will be born, and THEN we can have sex as long as we try not to wake him up." She said. Vegeta groaned and rolled over. He was mumbling about Trunks as he continued to watch Star Trek. Bulma layed down next to him. "It seems like Trunks is coming so fast. I'm not ready for this baby yet." She said. Then she quietly slipped her arm around Vegeta. Vegeta noticed her arm but thought nothing of it. When she started to squeeze on him he finally said something. "Hey, quit that." He said. Bulma nestled her face into his neck and kissed it. "Baby, we cannot have sex...but....we can cuddle." She told him. Vegeta smirked. "Really." He said.
"Yes."
As soon as she said this Vegeta slipped his arm around her too. She was too big for him to even slip it halfway around her, though, from Trunks' presence inside her stomach. Bulma kissed Vegeta's cheek. "I love you." She told him. Vegeta smirked and turned his head away to blush. It embarrassed him so much when she said that! He flipped around and watched Star Trek as she stroked his muscular chest. "Vegeta, you know....are you going to help me take care of Trunks?" Bulma asked. Her hands started to drop lower as if she were going for his penis. "Uh...UH..." He said. He grabbed her wrist just as her hand slipped inside his pants. "Can't have se-ex..." He minded. Bulma kissed his ear. "Yes. But I can still give you a hand job." Vegeta felt one of the fingers inside his pants brush over his penis in a way that made him shudder. "Uh...No. Just let me be." Vegeta said. He stripped her hand out of his pants and sat up. He started to walk out. "You didn't answer me about Trunks!" Bulma yelled at him as he turned to leave. Vegeta whirled around and faced her with his arms crossed. "Because I'm not sure of my answer yet." He snapped rudely. Then he turned back around and stomped out of the room. Bulma hoped she didn't end up being a single mother, but little did she know that she WOULD be for about 3 months.
Vegeta was training in 450 times normal gravity and sweating everywhere. When he was finally done with his sit ups and push ups and things, he turned the machine off and walked out of the room half-naked. As he was walking tworeds the house who should he meet but Mrs.Pervert, A.K.A Mrs Breifs or his soon to be mother in law. "Hey, Vegeta! So, have you and Bulma started your wedding plans yet?" She asked. Vegeta shook his head and tried to go on in but she blocked his path. "Wow...We're looking mighty handsome today now aren't we?" She asked him. Vegeta growled. "Don't tell me you're going to start your pervertive little mind games now, woman." He said. Mrs.Breifs looked puzzled. "What now?"
"WELL, besides the fact that you think I'm hot, you like to sit by me, touch me, and call me by pet names. Does that sound like a pervert to YOU, lady?"
"No."
Vegeta was silent. "Well...uh...get out of my way so I can get in the house." But he didn't give her time to get out of the way before he PUSHED her out of the way. Mrs.Breifs just stared after Vegeta, watching the pumping of his @$$.
Bulma's mother had been doing everything she could to help Bulma with her back and stomach pains, and Vegeta loved it because then he didn't hafta listen to her complain. It was really annoying. Bulma still haden't had her first contraction yet. Vegeta walked into the bedroom to find her laying in bed with her hands on her stomach, looking at the ceiling. Vegeta snuggled up in bed next to her. Bulma completly either ignored him or figured he wanted to be left alone because she didn't say anything to him. It kind of hurt Vegeta's feelings. "Bulma...You Okay?" He asked her. Bulma turned her head to face him. "Yes. I'm fine Punkin. But can you just let me be in here alone for a while? K?" She said. Vegeta growled. "Don't tell me what to do." He ordered. "I think I'll stay right here." Bulma just shrugged. "Suit yourself."
Vegeta kept waiting for her to wrap her arm around him like she usually did all the time in situations like this, but this time she didn't. He figured she was really in a bad mood, after all, she was going to hafta go through a great deal of pain when the baby started to be born. He knew she'd be having contractions for 4 days before it was born, each one closer together. He just didn't quite understand the concept of how a baby could come out of such a small hole. Bulma had told him 'It stretches', but what the heck good did that do? Woulden't it rip you? Vegeta just decided to shut off his wondering mind so he closed his eyes. But something got him wanting to look at Bulma. He popped his eyes open and stared into her pretty face. Her eyes were closed and she was laying on her back like all women that far along and pregnancy have to sleep, and her head was turned tworeds him. Vegeta thought she looked so gorgeous with that new haircut, and he just wanted to screw her into the ground! But then he remembered the dumb baby and that she'd only whine at him if he caused her to kill it. So he just left her be.
As he was staring at her and just about to drift into sleep, he felt Bulma's ki jump up as if she were surprised. Vegeta's eyes jerked open. He saw that Bulma had one hand on the bedrail and her eyes were wide, and she was doubled up with the free hand clutched over her gut. "Vegeta!" She gasped. "I'm having a contraction!" Vegeta just looked at her with one eye narrowed. "Huh? What's a contraction?" He asked. Bulma grabbed his arm and squeezed it. "I'm going into labor, Vegeta! Hurry, go and get my bags and put them in the car!!" She said. Vegeta coulden't beleive the baby was happening in front of his eyes. He didn't want it to happen, so he didn't figure he should help Bulma. He watched a tear roll down her face. Vegeta grabbed her hand and stripped it off his arm, then stood up. "Hmmm..no." He said. He almost cried at the look on Bulma's face when he said this. "Please, Vegeta, come on! It's no game! Pick me up, PLEASE!!" She shouted/cried. Vegeta smirked at her. "I said NO." He griped, and stalked out. He left Bulma clenched up in pain on the bed.
When her contraction passed, she went and grabbed her bags, woke up her mother and her mother drove her to the hospital. She didn't figure Vegeta would want to come, plus she wasen't exactly happy with him. How could he have done this to me? He acted so nice and then he just ditched me in the middle of my first contraction. She imagined he'd show up at the hospital sooner or later though.
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Vegeta had watched Bulma's Mom drive Bulma to the hospital and was depressed. "What the hell came over me? I know it was the baby trying to come out and I didn't WANT it to come out, but it was BULMA that was in pain!" He said to himself. "So why didn't I help her?" Vegeta knew the logical answer was that he was a JERK, but a very cute one. I'm going to fly after the car... and then go in with Bulma and her mom. Then I can stay with Bulma and when the baby starts being born I can leave the room. He thought. When he thought this he sprouted from his chair and zipped out the door. He soon found Bulma and Mrs.Breif's car and followed it until they reached the West City Hospital. When Bulma got out of the car Vegeta landed next to her. "Hey, Bulma...Um..." He said. Bulma slapped at him. "Go away, Vegeta!" She screamed. "I am so mad at you right now I could just stab you!" Vegeta backed up and noticed that Mrs.Breifs was watching them. He tried to be nice.
"Listen, Bulma, I don't know what I was thinking..." He said. Bulma smacked him promptly on the cheek. "You didn't help me when I was having a CONTRACTION, Vegeta you jerk! Go away for now! I might be ready to see you in about...hm, 3 days?" Vegeta growled and stomped a foot. "You're going to see me whenever I WANT you to!!" He yelled. And without giving her any time to protest, he picked her up and started to carry her inside. She was punching him and stuff. "Put me down you b@st@rd!!" She squealed. "Momma! Make him put me down!!" But Mrs.Breifs just laughed at them. "Be quiet Bulma, and don't cause a scene." Vegeta advised. He got her checked in and then plopped her down in the hospital bed and let the doctors and nurses do their regular work on her. She cooperated very well; much better than Vegeta had. When everyone was gone except he and Mrs.Breifs he walked over to her bedside. "Uh...Now do you forgive me? I carried you in here so you didn't hafta walk!!" Vegeta said. Bulma smiled. "Lean closer, Vegeta, and then you'll find out." She said. Vegeta leaned closer. "Closer." Bulma advised. Vegeta, thinking she was going to give him a kiss, leaned inward. But when he got really close she grabbed his hair and pulled it with all her might. "YOU'RE SUCH A F*CK*NG JERK, YOU B@ST@RD!!" She yelled right in his ear before releasing him. Mrs.Breifs covered her mouth with a hand. "Bulma, hunny, be nice to him! He is only trying to help! All new fathers get frightened when their wives-or fiances in this case- go into labor. He just freaked out!!"
Bulma looked at Vegeta, who was nodding at what Mrs.Breifs said. He had one hand clapped to his ear from her loud yell. Bulma got a look of sympathy for him. "O.K, I forgive you Vegeta. I would probably freak out too if I was a male and my wife went into labor." She said. "But I'm not sorry about your ear. It was decent payback." Then she turned her face away from Vegeta and left him sitting on the chair, where Mrs.Breifs chattered at him and he tuned her out.
The next day Bulma was looking scared. She had been kept awake the previous night because she'd had two contractions in that night. The doctors figured Trunks would come either tonight or the next morning. But as much pain as Bulma was in, she wanted him to come out THEN. On her two contractions the previous night Vegeta had woken up and soothed her tears of pain, and Bulma was very happy with him because of it. Once, when she'd started to have a contraction, he'd ran over to her and climbed on top of her, where he had kissed her and told her that it would be alright, and once Trunks was born she'd be fine. And he'd let her kiss him and hug him and do anything she wanted to him while she was having one. He was a great guy sometimes, but Bulma just figured it was because he felt bed because he haden't helped her on her first contraction. Right now he was sitting in one of the visiting chairs with his arms and legs crossed sleeping. He looked like someone might sleep when they're having a hangover. Bulma's mother had left the room to go to the cafe so it was just Bulma and Vegeta. Bulma looked at her man and smiled. I'm so lucky to have a guy like him. She thought. This got her thinking to when she'd first saw him as an evil saiyan out to destroy the world, she felt something. Something like her and Vegeta were meant to be. She had dismissed it as crazy when she thought of it, but now she knew it was true. Vegeta would be the man she married. Little did she know that the first time Vegeta had looked at her, he'd gotten the strange feeling too. That's why he had used such sweet (Or not sweet but sweet compared to the way Vegeta usually talks to people) words with her. She saw Vegeta's legs uncross and his chin rest on his chest. He had a little smile on his face while he slept.
As she was watching him peacefully sleep, another contraction began to rip it's way through her belly. "No, not now! I was admiring Vegeta!!" Bulma said to herself. But, to her dislike, she found it WAS a contraction and she doubled up and started to cry. Vegeta's eyes popped open at her tears. "Bulma?" He asked. He walked over to her and sat by the hurting woman in the bed and stroked her blue hair. "It's O.K, Bulma. The contraction will pass shortly." He said. More than ever now was he glad he wasen't a woman. But at least on Earth women didn't HAFTA have babies. On Planet Vegeta, on every woman's 18th birthday, a male saiyan in need of a mate would come and get her, then they'd have the saiyan wedding ceremony which was impregnating the woman. He and Bulma had already decided to have a normal human wedding because Vegeta thought the saiyan ritual for marriage was a little more greusome. It contained feeding eachother their blood. Vegeta as a child was glad he was the Prince and that the only person who could make him get married was his father. He also remembered that if the saiyans had female babies, they were most likely used as training practice and killed before they turned 5. As soon as the females learned to walk their strength was tested. If the female's ki power was high, she'd stay alive and be treated like a normal saiyan. If the female was weak--well, you already know that part.
When Bulma's contraction passed she looked up into Vegeta's eyes. "Thank you." She said, grabbing his hand. Vegeta nodded and yanked his hand away, then sat back down in the chair and closed his eyes again. "I love you so much. And I'm sorry that we didn't get to get married before I went into labor. Too much stuff came up." Vegeta's casual look turned into a smirk. "It's O.K. It doesen't matter anyway." He said. Bulma was sad. How come he never returned her 'I love you's'? She knew he was a saiyan but sheesh coulden't he at least tell her when she was in sheer pain?
Vegeta was walking around the courtyard with his arms crossed over his chest. Bulma's mom was walking with him because she knew something was up by the way he was acting. "What's the matter, sugar? How come you're acting so funny, hm?" Mrs.Breifs asked him. Vegeta didn't say anything. He just huffed out his nose. Because I love Bulma and I hafta leave her in about six months!! He wanted to shout. But he didn't say anything for fear that Mrs.Breifs might start teasing him because of it. Then he might accidently rip her head off her shoulders. "You wanna know what's wrong with me? It's right under your big ugly blade nose!!" Vegeta said. Mrs.Breifs shrunk back. "Sorry." She said. Vegeta smirked. He kicked his foot in the fountain as if it had caused his sadness. "Go away O.K?" He asked Mrs.Breifs. "I just want to be left alone."
He saw Mrs.Breifs reflection dissapear from the pond, meaning she'd run back into the hospital. Vegeta noticed his reflection was all wiggly in the water. He realized this was the part in most Disney movies when the beautiful young woman breaks into broadway, so he backed away. He went back into the hospital to see Bulma.
A doctor was in there when he came in. "What's going on?" Vegeta asked. "Why are you in here?" The doctor whirled around and looked at Vegeta. "Oh, me? I'm here because Bulma's expected to have her baby today. You are the father, right?" He asked. Vegeta shrugged. "Who wants to know?"
"Because only the father is aloud in here when she's having the baby."
Vegeta slowley nodded. "Yes, I am the father. Just if you really want to know." He said. He went and sat back in his visiting chair. "Not happy about it, but I must say I am." Bulma frowned at him when he said that. "Vegeta!" She whispered feircly at him. Vegeta just smirked and relaxed in the chair. He noticed they had driven Mrs.Breifs out of the room. "Tell me doctor...will it be a greusome sight?" Vegeta asked, answered by 'You don't have to watch.'
Vegeta felt like punching the man. "Well, uh... What if I don't want to watch?" Bulma was the one who answered this one. "YOU WILL WATCH ME HAVE OUR BABY, VEGETA!!!" She shouted. Vegeta cringed back. "Oh. Okay." He said, and shut up.
That night, Bulma was miserable. Her contractions had now started to go every 10 minutes and it was getting exhausting. The doctor had put that little skirt thingy they put over all the women about to have a baby on her.Bulma was in the bed crying and Vegeta was just about ready to punch her. "Vegeta...come here so I can hold your hand." She bawled to Veggie. Vegeta aimlessley walked over there and offered his hand, which she took and began to squeeze. Then she screamed really REALLY loud, and squeezed his hand so hard he thought it would fall off. "O.K, Bulma, It's time! Push!!" The doctor told her. Bulma began to push and scream at the same time while squeezing Vegeta's hand. Vegeta was traumatized. For one, her screeches were hurting his ears and for another, the baby he hated was coming.
Bulma was in more pain than she imagined she could ever be in. It was as if all her insides and bones and brains were coming out that little hole! She felt Vegeta squeeze her hand as he heard her cry. She looked up at his face and noticed it was completly white, and his eyes were staring straight ahead. "It's O.K, Vegeta." She bawled. "I'm fine. This happens to every woman when they're-AAHH!!-having a baby!!" Vegeta looked down at her. He saw the pain in her eyes and felt like helping it, killing the baby so it would stop the pain. But he knew it would make her sad.
"O.K, he's out!" The doctor said. Bulma stopped her screaming, but was still bawling helplessley. She watched the baby as the doctor pulled it out and was amazed along with Vegeta. The little peach-fuzz hair the baby had was LAVENDER!! She closed her eyes and kissed Vegeta's hand. "I love you." She told him. Vegeta smiled down at her and looked at his son, and all the sudden he didn't hate it. But that feeling quickly passed when he saw all the blood it had caused to leave Bulma. When Trunks was clean they wrapped him up in a blanket and handed the baby to Bulma. The baby had a small tail which was sticking out of the blanket, and it had angry eyes just like Vegeta. Except its angry eyes were blue. Her tears immedeantly ceased. "Look Vegeta! Isn't he cute?" She asked. Vegeta acted like he cared as he looked at the baby that was wrapped up like a tamale. "Sorry." He said. Bulma looked at him because she didn't know what he meant, and before she could say anything the baby squealed with anquish. Vegeta was now holding the baby's tail in his hand. "You didn't want him to have this, did you?" He asked, Ki blasting it and destroying it. Bulma smiled at him.
"What's his name?" One of the nurses asked. Bulma smiled. "Trunks Breifs." She said.(Since I don't know Trunks' middle name I'll just leave it at that.) The nurse walked out and left the doctor, Vegeta, and Bulma. "You wanna hold him, Veggie?" Bulma asked Vegeta. Vegeta hesitated a little bit but decided to play along. "Hokay." He said. Bulma showed him how to hold him and gave Trunks to Vegeta. Vegeta looked down at the baby. It's eyes were wide open and staring at Vegeta, big, blue, beautiful eyes. It was the cutest thing he'd ever seen in his life. Vegeta just stared at it.
"Talk to him, Vegeta." Bulma said. Vegeta smirked a little and then said, "Hello there. You're going to be a strong guy, aren't you? I'll train you up big and tough.......maybe." But what he said was a lie. He didn't plan on even training the stupid baby. Vegeta, sort of on instinct, gave Trunks his finger. Trunks grabbed it with such weak strength it was almost funny. Vegeta quickly jerked his finger away and handed it back to Bulma. When Bulma tried to give Trunks her finger he didn't take it. He just kept on looking at Vegeta with those big blue eyes. "I think he likes you Vegeta." Bulma said. Vegeta crossed his arms and scowled.
"O.K, I hafta take him back now." The doctor said after Mrs. and Mr. Breifs saw Trunks. Bulma sadly gave Trunks back to the doctor. When her and Vegeta were alone she felt like covering him with kisses. "It's such a pretty baby...it looks just like you." Bulma said to Vegeta. "Did you see its angry looking face? But it was still cute." Vegeta frowned. "Well of course it looks like me. I'm his...Parent." He turned the hospital T.V. on and sat down in the chair.
"Hey Vegeta, aren't you going to follow my parents to the nursery to watch Trunks?" Bulma asked him. Vegeta looked over at the exhausted woman. "Why would I do that? I just saw him." He remarked. Yeah. And I hate him. His thoughts said. Bulma had a look of hurt upon her pretty face. "Come on Vegeta, PLEASE will you go watch him? He's my first child and I don't want to worry." She clasped his hands. "PLEASE so I can get some rest." Vegeta looked at her. "Alright. Bye." He said. Bulma gave him a quick peck on the forehead and Vegeta went down to the nursery. He saw Mr. and Mrs. Breifs gaping at Trunks from outside the nursery window. Mrs.Breifs saw Vegeta come up, so she ran up and hugged him. " Oh, Vegeta, the baby is so cute! It has your mad little eyes..." Vegeta pushed Mrs.Breifs off. "What are you doing hugging me? Don't." He said.
Mr.Breifs walked up to him. "Congratulations, Vegeta." He said, clapping a hand on his shoulder. Vegeta shrugged his hand off. "Don't." He said. He walked over to the window and looked in at Trunks. Trunks was a very cute baby;yes. As soon as Vegeta began standing there Trunks' eyes popped open and his pupils averted tworeds him. "Aw, look!!" Mrs.Breifs said. Vegeta groaned. He looked at the baby's purple fuzzy hair and knew he'd gotten that from Bulma. He knew how much Bulma loved that baby already. He also knew how much he hated it. He'd already started planning his escape from what seemed like the terrible deadly grip of the earthling's world. He would have either Bulma or Mr.Breifs make him a space capsule so he could go to a different planet. There, he could train and become a Super Saiyan. He guessed, since the androids would come when Trunks was about a year old, that he'd better leave in about...nine months or so. Then he'd have three months on the planet he chose to train on.
"Hey Vegeta, could you go back with Bulma? Just tell her that you don't need to watch him. She may be worried but the nurses' jobs are to watch the babies." Mrs.Breifs said. Vegeta slowley nodded. "Yes...that would be a good idea." He said. He trotted down the hall, still thinking about when he was to leave Bulma.
"Bulma... I'm back..." Vegeta said as he came back in her hospital room. Bulma looked at him and smiled. "Hi." She said. "You look like sh*t, no offense intended."
"None taken. And I guess I look like sh*t because I am about to ask you something I really don't want to ask. So, here it is: Would you make a space ship for me?"
Bulma looked surprised. "Why? It's not like you're ever going back to another planet again! This is your home Vegeta: face it." Vegeta scowled at her normal b*tchyness. "No, I just thought...sometimes I'd like to maybe get away from a baby. I'm not used to them. I've never in my life lived with one. For the baby's safety in your eyes, you should build me a space capsule." He said. Bulma cocked an eyebrow. "What do you mean for the baby's safety?" She asked. Vegeta crossed his eyes and a cute smirk came to his lips. "Because when Saiyan's get mad they tend to get carried away...and I just might accidently hurt it." He said. Bulma nodded. "Yes. I guess it is a pretty good idea to build you a space capsule once I get out of here. I'll have my Dad build you one, O.K?" Vegeta nodded. "That's fine." He bowed his head and began to think about life for three months on a different planet without Bulma. And then where was he going to go when the androids were defeated? Bulma woulden't let him back in the house once he left her! But maybe by some change of fate she might understand...
How could he live knowing he'd left her there all alone with a baby to take care of? Now, you must remember that the Vegeta at the beginning of our story woulden't have cared. But Vegeta's feelings were changing and effecting him in different ways, this one of the ways. He bit his bottom lip as he thought. Who cares about my stupid feelings. I'll get over it once I'm on the planet. He thought. Then he smiled and closed his eyes for a nap.
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All you people who think my Vegeta's OOC, bare with me. Once he gets on the Planet he'll forget he has any love for Bulma at all, thus introducing the jerky Vegeta at the beginning of the Cell Saga. He'll be like that until Gohan beats Cell. When he moves in with Bulma after the Cell Saga again I'll try to make him more in character than before, O.K?
