Vegeta is an ass, indeed.. And, believe it or not, it gets worse. Do not
worry, he'll pay for everything he did to Bulma. Once I finish with him,
he'll think that his time with Frieza was summer camp! Girl power!
Due to popular requests, here is the next chapter. Thanks for reviewing, guys ! It really means a lot for me ! * blushes modestly*
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ.
***
Surprisingly, staying in the cold winter snow had no effect on me. I was expecting a severe cold, or even pneumonia, but everything turned up to be fine, thank Kami ! My life was already messed up, I really had no need for health problems also!
The following morning, I decided to have a serious talk with my parents. When I entered the kitchen, I was greeted with the familiar site of my family, and I felt my eyes turning watery. I've always admired my parents' marriage, which was as closest to perfect as you could get. Made me a little envious every time...
"Mom, Dad, I have to talk to you!"
"Sure, honey, what is it?" mom sang happily.
"I'm pregnant. You're gonna be grandparents!" my voice tried to sound as enthusiastically as possible.
They were happy. More than that, they were thrilled. And the strange thing was that they already knew who the father of my son was. Guess my parents are not so air-headed as I thought.
Mom left the kitchen, heading in a determinate step towards the garage. I knew what she was going to do. Shopping. Like mother, like daughter. That had been my first reaction also.
I was happy that mom was happy at her turn ( not such a difficult task to accomplish, making mom happy that is !). My dad seemed to be enthusiastic as well, but his happiness ended quickly as I confined in him, telling him everything about my problems.
"Don't worry, Bulma-chan", daddy padded me on the shoulder "we'll figure out a solution. After all, we are the smartest people on Earth!"
At that point, I confess, I wasn't feeling very smart. Whenever I panic, my IQ drops freely... and I was scared. The thought of dying was practically paralysing me. Then, the irony of the situation hit me. In the other universe, I was one of the few that survived. Here, I will be one of the firsts to die.
I left my daddy in the kitchen, and headed towards the living room. I threw myself on the couch, and started zipping through the channels, but I could find nothing interesting. So, I had to settle myself with watching the beautiful, richly ornated Christmas tree.
Then, I realised something! If I were going to die, I would at least enjoy the time left! And the first step consisted in stuffing myself with chocolate. Guess being on diet had no purpose now. I was pregnant and dying, for Kami's sake !
I was really beginning to enjoy myself, as I ate my favourite type of chocolate, and I was considering going to the kitchen to fetch some ice- cream. Then, it happened...
"Servant woman, why is my GR not ready yet ?"
'Ha, you must take me for someone who cares.' I ignored him, taking another bit.
If anything pissed Vegeta, that is being ignored. He had this crazy idea that everybody had to attend to his every need, quickly and efficiently.
Yeah, right ...
"I asked you a question, and I expect to be answered !"
'My, are we getting angry ?' This was becoming really funny.
I shifted on the couch, making myself more comfortable, as I picked up one of the magazines and started studying with fake interest.
I've heard him as he strolled through the room, plopping himself in front of me.
The magazine I was holding suddenly disappeared. I tried to remain calm, and I bent slightly, picking up another and resuming my reading.
"Aaahhh! What the fuck is wrong with you ?" I screamed as I was suddenly lifted in the air, by the forearms. My feet dangled madly, trying to find a contact with a hard surface.
"Do not ignore me, woman!" he barked darkly. "Or I may take my time when killing you !"
"Did you hit your head again ?"
That did not have the effect I was looking for. He seemed amused. 'This is really freaky.'
"Why, you didn't think I would let you live, after I finish the Androids and Kakarrot !"
"Put me down, you big, stupid monkey! Guess what: you'll never beau Goku, cause he's the best ! You might get stronger than him, but you will never beat him !"
"Oh, really ? Well, let's wait and see .."
"Ouch !" I couldn't help myself from yelping as my butt made a solid contact with the couch.
My forearms hurt like hell, as my blood circulation had been cut. I couldn't possibly give him the satisfaction of knowing that I was hurt, so I stopped myself from rubbing my arms.
I looked up to him, really upset. What the hell was wrong with him ? Did he really expect me to bent to his every wish, especially after the things he said to me the night before.
Raising my head, I had the unpleasant surprise of seeing his face, merely inches from mine. Old habits, do die hard, so, unconsciously I backed away, till my back was firmly pressed into the couch. He put his arms on either sides of my body, so I was practically trapped between him and the couch.
Vegeta came closer to me and, I am ashamed to admit it, I flinched. 'Vegeta is insane! ' I thought to myself, as I tried to figure out a way of this situation. Remember what I told you about my lack of intelligence when put into scary situations? Well, it happened again. At that point, Goku would have been the genius between the two of us.
As he leaned closer, I was getting more and more confused. I shut my eyes, clenched my fingers into the soft cushion of the couch and prepared for the worse.
"Do you know why I lost that first time when I fought Kakarrot ? Somebody cut my tail !" he whispered into my eat, his hot breath on my neck sending shivers down my spine. "I assure you, I am much stronger than that 3rd class warrior." He told me darkly, as one of his hands buried itself in my hair, leisurely stroking the skin of my skull.
"The reason I am still here is that I had to learn to use my powers without my tail. And guess what ?" he mocked me as his hand slipped down, to the back of my neck.
"I have now complete control. Plus, I also reached the Super Saiyan stage. Sooo.." He nibbled on the lobe of my ear, as his hand started applying pressure on my neck
"When the time comes, start saying your prayers.. Once Kakarrot is dead, I'm coming for you."
At that point, breathing was becoming a problem.
"And Trunks ?" I managed to breath out, as I started struggling from his grip, trying to release my neck.
"Trunks ?" he inquired in a low voice, letting go of my neck and retreating from my neck, to look me in the eyes.
"Your son. Trunks."
"My son, ei ? I've been a fool to even consider that the bastard you're carrying could be my brat. After all, look how easily you spread your legs for me. Really, woman, I had a year to learn everything about earth and his customs. There is no such thing as "Challenge Day". Just a bitch in heat with some imagination!" he concluded cynically.
My hand was on its way to meet his cheek, but I never had a chance. He grab my wrist in one of his hands, and before I realised what was happening, I was, for the second time that day, flying through the air. I never did realised what had happened 'till I hit the wall, hard. I crumbled to the ground, not sure of how I got there. The entire left side of my face hurt like hell, and the pain in my back was unbearable. But that was nothing, compared to the state my wrist was in: It was broken, for I had landed on it.
I just stood there, my brain still incapable to comprehend what had just happened. I barely registered my father entering the room and discussing something with Vegeta. Daddy didn't see me on the floor, for my limp form was hidden by an armchair.
As I stood there, a new wave of panic swept upon me. My baby ? Was he all right? Did he survived the shock? The idea that I could loose him snapped me out of the shock. It was then when I realised that I was alone in the room ... dad and Vegeta must have left.
My feet shook madly as I stood up and headed for the phone. I dialled 911, which was rather difficult with only one good hand.
Fortunately, I met nobody on my way out. I had told the ambulance to wait for me at the gate ... I couldn't let my parents see me like that! I threw my coat on the back and put my boots on. At that point, my body seemed to have caught on fire.
As I strolled towards the gates, I couldn't comprehend how I got stuck in that situation: I did nothing to him .. In fact, I provided him with everything he asked ..then why ? Because I tricked him into sleeping with me ? But, he said he already knew I was lying, so it was entirely his decision! Then, Trunks ! I just told him about my baby, I never asked a thing from him! THEN WHY?
I could already hear the ambulance, coming closer and closer. I was less than 10 yards away from the gate, when I made I big mistake. I looked back. The traces of my feet were clear in the once unblemished snow ... following them closely, there were big stains of blood. My blood. I felt my cheeks wet, and I realised I had been crying. That was the last thing I remember, before darkness enveloped me.
****
I woke up in the hospital, surrounded by doctors and nurses. Of, course, the best for the richest woman in the world !
"My baby ?" my throat wad dry, it hurt to speak.
" Everything is all right, Miss Briefs, Your baby is fine, and you'll be fine also. We have tried to contact your parents, but we were unable to find them yet !" a blonde nurse addressed me in a sweet, comforting tone.
"No" I whispered " I will give them a phone call later! No need to worry them ."
"Would you like to press charges? We have a police officer outside, waiting for you to give a statement."
"No, I just had an accident in my lab. There's nothing, really." I protested.
The doctors gave me a sceptical look, then a young one dared to contradict me.
"You had four broken ribs, three cracked one, a broken wrist, half of your face swollen and several bad bruises."
"It was just an accident " I said, this time, stronger " Do not interfere in my business. Now, let me sleep !"
****
I was released from the hospital a week later, and life pretty much returned to normal. My wounds cured slowly, but I wad decided to concentrate myself on something more important going on in my body. My baby. I told my parents the same version of " I am so clumsy, I slipped and hurt myself", and I think they bought it. Dad proved to me that he was the most ingenious man ever and build me a ki- enhancer. Basically, it took the little ki I had and amplified it enough, so that my baby could feed on it. As to Vegeta, shortly after I left the hospital, he also went away. I really hoped I would never see him; I was pretty sure that Goku and the rest of the gang would be able to beat those machines.
You'll never guess who was there for me the entire time I was pregnant : Yamcha ! He went with me to the Lamaze courses, although I never got to use what I've learned there.
I had a C-section ( I hope this is how is written ! ) on a beautiful summer day, less than an year before the arrival of the androids.
My baby, Trunks had a tail only for a few hours. I was trying to forget that he was half an alien, so I had it removed. The other Bulma did a pretty job on raising him on his own : Mirai Trunks had nothing of his father character; still the physic resemblance, despite the colouring, was disturbing. I had big plans for my baby ... and I realised I was becoming a ChiChi. I wanted Trunks to be a scientist, following my family's tradition. Still, if he should want to train, there would always be the Sons to help him out. Once the androids were gone, the rest of my life would be perfect.
I kissed gently the scar forming on the back of my son, thinking of the scar I got from the surgery. Mother had suggested plastic surgery, but I wanted to keep it. It seemed that I had finally matured - my looks seemed less important now, my scar reminded me of the fight I had gone through mostly myself.
Due to popular requests, here is the next chapter. Thanks for reviewing, guys ! It really means a lot for me ! * blushes modestly*
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ.
***
Surprisingly, staying in the cold winter snow had no effect on me. I was expecting a severe cold, or even pneumonia, but everything turned up to be fine, thank Kami ! My life was already messed up, I really had no need for health problems also!
The following morning, I decided to have a serious talk with my parents. When I entered the kitchen, I was greeted with the familiar site of my family, and I felt my eyes turning watery. I've always admired my parents' marriage, which was as closest to perfect as you could get. Made me a little envious every time...
"Mom, Dad, I have to talk to you!"
"Sure, honey, what is it?" mom sang happily.
"I'm pregnant. You're gonna be grandparents!" my voice tried to sound as enthusiastically as possible.
They were happy. More than that, they were thrilled. And the strange thing was that they already knew who the father of my son was. Guess my parents are not so air-headed as I thought.
Mom left the kitchen, heading in a determinate step towards the garage. I knew what she was going to do. Shopping. Like mother, like daughter. That had been my first reaction also.
I was happy that mom was happy at her turn ( not such a difficult task to accomplish, making mom happy that is !). My dad seemed to be enthusiastic as well, but his happiness ended quickly as I confined in him, telling him everything about my problems.
"Don't worry, Bulma-chan", daddy padded me on the shoulder "we'll figure out a solution. After all, we are the smartest people on Earth!"
At that point, I confess, I wasn't feeling very smart. Whenever I panic, my IQ drops freely... and I was scared. The thought of dying was practically paralysing me. Then, the irony of the situation hit me. In the other universe, I was one of the few that survived. Here, I will be one of the firsts to die.
I left my daddy in the kitchen, and headed towards the living room. I threw myself on the couch, and started zipping through the channels, but I could find nothing interesting. So, I had to settle myself with watching the beautiful, richly ornated Christmas tree.
Then, I realised something! If I were going to die, I would at least enjoy the time left! And the first step consisted in stuffing myself with chocolate. Guess being on diet had no purpose now. I was pregnant and dying, for Kami's sake !
I was really beginning to enjoy myself, as I ate my favourite type of chocolate, and I was considering going to the kitchen to fetch some ice- cream. Then, it happened...
"Servant woman, why is my GR not ready yet ?"
'Ha, you must take me for someone who cares.' I ignored him, taking another bit.
If anything pissed Vegeta, that is being ignored. He had this crazy idea that everybody had to attend to his every need, quickly and efficiently.
Yeah, right ...
"I asked you a question, and I expect to be answered !"
'My, are we getting angry ?' This was becoming really funny.
I shifted on the couch, making myself more comfortable, as I picked up one of the magazines and started studying with fake interest.
I've heard him as he strolled through the room, plopping himself in front of me.
The magazine I was holding suddenly disappeared. I tried to remain calm, and I bent slightly, picking up another and resuming my reading.
"Aaahhh! What the fuck is wrong with you ?" I screamed as I was suddenly lifted in the air, by the forearms. My feet dangled madly, trying to find a contact with a hard surface.
"Do not ignore me, woman!" he barked darkly. "Or I may take my time when killing you !"
"Did you hit your head again ?"
That did not have the effect I was looking for. He seemed amused. 'This is really freaky.'
"Why, you didn't think I would let you live, after I finish the Androids and Kakarrot !"
"Put me down, you big, stupid monkey! Guess what: you'll never beau Goku, cause he's the best ! You might get stronger than him, but you will never beat him !"
"Oh, really ? Well, let's wait and see .."
"Ouch !" I couldn't help myself from yelping as my butt made a solid contact with the couch.
My forearms hurt like hell, as my blood circulation had been cut. I couldn't possibly give him the satisfaction of knowing that I was hurt, so I stopped myself from rubbing my arms.
I looked up to him, really upset. What the hell was wrong with him ? Did he really expect me to bent to his every wish, especially after the things he said to me the night before.
Raising my head, I had the unpleasant surprise of seeing his face, merely inches from mine. Old habits, do die hard, so, unconsciously I backed away, till my back was firmly pressed into the couch. He put his arms on either sides of my body, so I was practically trapped between him and the couch.
Vegeta came closer to me and, I am ashamed to admit it, I flinched. 'Vegeta is insane! ' I thought to myself, as I tried to figure out a way of this situation. Remember what I told you about my lack of intelligence when put into scary situations? Well, it happened again. At that point, Goku would have been the genius between the two of us.
As he leaned closer, I was getting more and more confused. I shut my eyes, clenched my fingers into the soft cushion of the couch and prepared for the worse.
"Do you know why I lost that first time when I fought Kakarrot ? Somebody cut my tail !" he whispered into my eat, his hot breath on my neck sending shivers down my spine. "I assure you, I am much stronger than that 3rd class warrior." He told me darkly, as one of his hands buried itself in my hair, leisurely stroking the skin of my skull.
"The reason I am still here is that I had to learn to use my powers without my tail. And guess what ?" he mocked me as his hand slipped down, to the back of my neck.
"I have now complete control. Plus, I also reached the Super Saiyan stage. Sooo.." He nibbled on the lobe of my ear, as his hand started applying pressure on my neck
"When the time comes, start saying your prayers.. Once Kakarrot is dead, I'm coming for you."
At that point, breathing was becoming a problem.
"And Trunks ?" I managed to breath out, as I started struggling from his grip, trying to release my neck.
"Trunks ?" he inquired in a low voice, letting go of my neck and retreating from my neck, to look me in the eyes.
"Your son. Trunks."
"My son, ei ? I've been a fool to even consider that the bastard you're carrying could be my brat. After all, look how easily you spread your legs for me. Really, woman, I had a year to learn everything about earth and his customs. There is no such thing as "Challenge Day". Just a bitch in heat with some imagination!" he concluded cynically.
My hand was on its way to meet his cheek, but I never had a chance. He grab my wrist in one of his hands, and before I realised what was happening, I was, for the second time that day, flying through the air. I never did realised what had happened 'till I hit the wall, hard. I crumbled to the ground, not sure of how I got there. The entire left side of my face hurt like hell, and the pain in my back was unbearable. But that was nothing, compared to the state my wrist was in: It was broken, for I had landed on it.
I just stood there, my brain still incapable to comprehend what had just happened. I barely registered my father entering the room and discussing something with Vegeta. Daddy didn't see me on the floor, for my limp form was hidden by an armchair.
As I stood there, a new wave of panic swept upon me. My baby ? Was he all right? Did he survived the shock? The idea that I could loose him snapped me out of the shock. It was then when I realised that I was alone in the room ... dad and Vegeta must have left.
My feet shook madly as I stood up and headed for the phone. I dialled 911, which was rather difficult with only one good hand.
Fortunately, I met nobody on my way out. I had told the ambulance to wait for me at the gate ... I couldn't let my parents see me like that! I threw my coat on the back and put my boots on. At that point, my body seemed to have caught on fire.
As I strolled towards the gates, I couldn't comprehend how I got stuck in that situation: I did nothing to him .. In fact, I provided him with everything he asked ..then why ? Because I tricked him into sleeping with me ? But, he said he already knew I was lying, so it was entirely his decision! Then, Trunks ! I just told him about my baby, I never asked a thing from him! THEN WHY?
I could already hear the ambulance, coming closer and closer. I was less than 10 yards away from the gate, when I made I big mistake. I looked back. The traces of my feet were clear in the once unblemished snow ... following them closely, there were big stains of blood. My blood. I felt my cheeks wet, and I realised I had been crying. That was the last thing I remember, before darkness enveloped me.
****
I woke up in the hospital, surrounded by doctors and nurses. Of, course, the best for the richest woman in the world !
"My baby ?" my throat wad dry, it hurt to speak.
" Everything is all right, Miss Briefs, Your baby is fine, and you'll be fine also. We have tried to contact your parents, but we were unable to find them yet !" a blonde nurse addressed me in a sweet, comforting tone.
"No" I whispered " I will give them a phone call later! No need to worry them ."
"Would you like to press charges? We have a police officer outside, waiting for you to give a statement."
"No, I just had an accident in my lab. There's nothing, really." I protested.
The doctors gave me a sceptical look, then a young one dared to contradict me.
"You had four broken ribs, three cracked one, a broken wrist, half of your face swollen and several bad bruises."
"It was just an accident " I said, this time, stronger " Do not interfere in my business. Now, let me sleep !"
****
I was released from the hospital a week later, and life pretty much returned to normal. My wounds cured slowly, but I wad decided to concentrate myself on something more important going on in my body. My baby. I told my parents the same version of " I am so clumsy, I slipped and hurt myself", and I think they bought it. Dad proved to me that he was the most ingenious man ever and build me a ki- enhancer. Basically, it took the little ki I had and amplified it enough, so that my baby could feed on it. As to Vegeta, shortly after I left the hospital, he also went away. I really hoped I would never see him; I was pretty sure that Goku and the rest of the gang would be able to beat those machines.
You'll never guess who was there for me the entire time I was pregnant : Yamcha ! He went with me to the Lamaze courses, although I never got to use what I've learned there.
I had a C-section ( I hope this is how is written ! ) on a beautiful summer day, less than an year before the arrival of the androids.
My baby, Trunks had a tail only for a few hours. I was trying to forget that he was half an alien, so I had it removed. The other Bulma did a pretty job on raising him on his own : Mirai Trunks had nothing of his father character; still the physic resemblance, despite the colouring, was disturbing. I had big plans for my baby ... and I realised I was becoming a ChiChi. I wanted Trunks to be a scientist, following my family's tradition. Still, if he should want to train, there would always be the Sons to help him out. Once the androids were gone, the rest of my life would be perfect.
I kissed gently the scar forming on the back of my son, thinking of the scar I got from the surgery. Mother had suggested plastic surgery, but I wanted to keep it. It seemed that I had finally matured - my looks seemed less important now, my scar reminded me of the fight I had gone through mostly myself.