I aint' no doctor. Don't shoot me when I get stuff wrong. I'm trying here on what I know.

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       Last time…

       A bloody Vegeta lay sprawled on the floor, his breathing heavy but shallow. Kneeling by his side, Bulma lay the back of her hand on his forehead; he was burning up. His pulse was slow and lethargic, and she glanced around worriedly for the nearest intercom. It was positioned beside the light switch, but another sight pulled her eyes to the smooth counter top.

       The bottle of migraine medication was on its side, completely empty.

       Transporting Vegeta to the medical bay proved to be little trouble, and within ten minutes of being discovered the Saiyajin was situated on a hospital bed. The in-house doctor the Briefs had hired after Vegeta's first incident with the gravity chamber was summoned immediately. Bulma quietly told the man of the prince's condition, and gave him the bottle that the pills had been in. Dr. Ralker studied the ingredients for a moment before springing into action, beginning with pumping Vegeta's stomach of the medication, which Bulma hadn't the strength to watch.

       For the first time the doctor found Vegeta's fast metabolism to be a problem, as his body had already absorbed most all of the powerful pain reliever. Hooking an oxygen tube under the Saiyajin's nostrils, he went to work on lowering his fever before it proved damaging. Having accomplished the feat to a small degree, he turned his attention to the fuming Bulma, who was grumbling under her breath about Saiyajin stupidity.

       "Ms. Briefs," he spoke softly, gaining the woman's attention. "Mr. Vegeta is doing somewhat better, but the drug is already in his bloodstream. I'm afraid all I can do is try to keep him alive for the next few hours, until the stuff wears off. He isn't out of the woods yet, but I'm optimistic." He gave her a half-smile before taking a weary seat next to Vegeta's bed. He was up checking the Saiyajin's vitals every ten minutes like clockwork, for which Bulma was grateful.

       Bulma eyed the doctor inconspicuosly. He was of medium sized- build, with scruffy blond hair that was eternally out of place from his constantly running a hand through the thick mess. Eyes of piercing blue scanned data, and he looked up to meet her gaze briefly. She looked away, a faint blush creeping to her cheeks. She'd always had a slight crush on the young MD. One of the reasons she had hired him as an in-house doctor. He had his own apartment across the living quarters from her family. Her mouth hung open slightly as he smiled beautifully.

       What had she ever seen in Yamcha? Here was a successful guy, who already was aware of the existence of aliens, one living in the same house even, and he never batted an eye. She had never seen him with a girlfriend, which she found to be vaguely puzzling, but she didn't think on it too much.

       Bulma had just taken a seat herself when Goku materialized beside the bed, and she squeaked in surprise.

       "Goku!"

       "Bulma!"

       "What are you doing here?" They exclaimed in unison. Bulma quieted, giving her friend a hard look.

       "You first, what are you doing here?"

       "I came to see Vegeta, his energy was really low, I was worried. What happened? He looks fine to me…" Goku gestured to the other Saiyajin, who, minus the dark circles around his eyes and abnormally pale skin, appeared to merely be asleep.

       "I can't…really say what happened. Vegeta would most likely kill me. I'll leave the telling up to him when he wakes up. And what do you mean what am I doing here? It's my freaking house, numbskull!"

       "Ok…well it's just that I didn't sense you before I came over…in fact, I still don't," he squinted in puzzlement, taking two steps closer to the frowning woman, his eyes dimmed in concentration. Suddenly his visage brightened, and he grinned at her.

       "Bulma! You never told me you were pregnant! Does Ve-Yamcha know?" Bulma stared at him dazedly, her jaw reaching nearly to her chest as she stared up at him in mortification.

       "Oh…my…G-d…" She murmured before her eyes rolled back in her head and she passed out. Goku's eyes glazed over in horror, and he grasped Bulma's shoulders desperately.

       "I killed her!" He managed in a strangled whisper, and the doctor burst out laughing.

       "Don't worry, she's fine. She's passed out, not dead. I'll get a cold washcloth." The other man disappeared, returning moments later with a rag in hand. He applied it to his employer's forehead, and her eyes slowly drifted open.

       "You said what?" She whispered venomously, glaring death at Goku.

       "If I tell you you're pregnant, will you die again?" The doctor snorted.

       "Why don't I have a look at her, Goku?" Bulma glared him back, daring the doctor to get near her.

       "There is no way in hell I'm pregnant! I'm a—" she paused, glancing ashamedly at the floor, forcing her eyes to not look at Vegeta. "I've only done it once. And that was just two nights ago! There's no way you can tell!"

       "That kid must be pretty strong if I can feel it this early," Goku continued, mildly ignoring Bulma's comments.

       "Well, that is rather odd, Ms. Briefs." The doctor added. "We'll just have to check you in a few weeks when my tests can tell us the truth, alright? Until then, don't be too worried."

       "Damn," she cursed. "And I was just about to invite you to dinner…" He gave her a puzzled frown, turning the chair beside her around and seating himself on it backwards.

       "Pregnant or not, wouldn't the possible father object to you going out?" She sighed in spite of herself.

       "No, he wouldn't care. It was…a one time thing. Goku, could you excuse us? I don't mean to be rude but…I'll call you if anything happens, okay?"

       "Sure, see you later. Tell Vegeta I hope he feels better!" Putting two fingers to his forehead, Goku disappeared.

       Silence reigned for minutes afterward, and Seth (Ralker, the doctor) feared Bulma had forgotten the subject at hand. She still appeared distressed, although over what was still an unknown to the blond man.

       "We were drunk," she spoke finally, startling him. Her quiet voice was tainted with bitterness. "My first time, and I don't remember a thing, aside from the fact that it was with a man that cares nothing for me, and I don't like him either! And now I might be pregnant! He's gonna kill me…" she moaned. Her eyes flicked worriedly to Vegeta of their own accord, an act the doctor failed to miss.

       "Do you mind if I make a wild guess at the mystery man?" Seth questioned timidly. She merely shrugged indifference. He gestured towards the Saiyajin, his eyebrows raised slightly in question. Bulma bit her lip, and nodded once.

       "How can he impregnate you? He's a different species…"

       "Goku's Saiyajin also…he and his human wife have the sweetest little boy you'd ever hope to meet. We're quite compatible, I'm afraid." He appeared thoughtful.

       "You want some lunch? I've got the number for Chinese take-out in my wallet…" She smiled, and he left to find the phone, across the room. Moments later he returned to his eat, assuring her that the food would arrive in twnety minutes.

       "So what're you worried about with this guy? Sure, he's cranky, but he can't be so heartless as to turn away his own kid, right?" She cringed at his words.

       "You have no earthly idea how heartless that man can be. He's massacred entire planets in his lifetime…"

       "Literally?" Seth questioned in a disbelieving tone. "I never thought he was that bad…"

       "Believe it. He's had a rough life, to say the least. Wat I don't get is why he's so bothered by the other night. I mean, he was way more upset than I was!"

       "Is that possible?" Seth taunted, sarcasm tinging his soft tone. She slapped his arm lightly in mock offense.

       "Anyhow, I just don't understand what's got him so bugged. I mean, he can't get STD's or anything from me, he can't get pregnant, unless there's something about the Saiyajin race that he hasn't told me…and he still claims it was his first time, though I find that hard to believe."

       "Well, you said that was your first as well, which I find hard to comprehend, taking into account your beauty and striking personality…" His eyes twinkled merrily, and she blushed again. "Maybe his culture is different in that aspect, huh?" She paused, thinking over the concept. Truly, she knew next to nothing about the finer points of Saiyajin culture. She had merely brushed them off as a 'kill or be killed' society, in which chaos reigned. Her thoughts drifted back to the previous morning…

       "Bitch. Is that how you humans take a mate? Drug them and steal their virginity?" The tone of his voice had been undeniable. The sheer shock radiated off of him in tangible waves…

       "Are you accusing me of whoring around like your pathetic species?" How could she have missed all this? Given, her state at the time had been no less surprised and ashamed, but still.

       "I think…you may be onto something. I'll have to discuss it with him sometime…once I've gotten him out of this funk he's in. The guy seems perpetually depressed, but I never considered him to be the kind to attempt something like this…He always seemed so strong…" He laid a gentle hand on her shoulder.

       "Even the strong have their downtimes, perhaps this one just hit him hard." The intercom chimed, and Bulma rose to get the food.

       As she walked to the door, jumbled thoughts of Vegeta filled her head; with each new revelation, the Prince only managed to confuse her more…

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