Chapter 8: Such is Life
Bulma may have her neurotic moments, but when it comes to sensitive, and intense, situations, she has always had a logical head on her shoulders. There was no sense in hiding her pregnancy, she decided, and the best way to do that was to come out with it with a big smile and a good explanation.
Telling her parents had not been that hard at all. In fact, her mother was ecstatic, practically bouncing off the walls, while her father had quickly busied himself with designs for educational toys. Her mother had guessed Vegeta was the father right off the bat. She had reasoned that they were made for each other and it had been obvious that they had 'finally found each other'.
Bulma had to try not to roll her eyes, calmly explaining that even though Vegeta had contributed to the conception, he would not be contributing to the parenting, which was fine with her. Mrs. Briefs brushed the comment off, saying that it was simply 'new father jitters'. While her father muttered something about 'that's to be expected'.
Bulma had really been blown away. She had no idea that things would go so well, or that her parents would be so excepting of Vegeta's decision. She had been expecting her father to blow a gasket, but he had instead seemed rather happy, and not at all surprised at Vegeta's involvement. Perhaps she hadn't hid things as well as she had once thought.
The media, however, she was certain would have a field day. She could see the headlines now...
Bulma Briefs, Vice President and heiress to Japan's most prestigious company, Capsule Corporation, is pregnant by unknown man.
Needless to say, she had to come up with something fast before such a story were to leak to the tabloids. Getting pregnant before marriage was a big dishonor in the eyes of Japan, especially to the more traditional aristocratic circle that most of their business partners belonged. Her parents agreed, they had to break the story fist.
The Briefs decided that they would announce the pregnancy the day that it was conformed by their private doctor. The head of PR at Capsule Corporation had specific instructions to contact the media as soon as the family gave the word.
The Statement to the press went as follows:
Ms. Briefs has wanted a baby for some time now, so she has made the personal decision to undergo artificial insemination. The father of the child is a friend, and at this time, the family does not wish to disclose the identification of the father, or the doctor that performed the procedure. Ms. Briefs will continue to act as a board member, shareholder, and personal consultant for her father, Dr. Trunkten Briefs, at Capsule Corporation, but will soon be resigning her position as Vice President in order to become a full-time mother. When the new Vice President is named, Ms. Briefs will resign. Any questions may be directed to the PR department at Capsule Corporation, and the questions that are reasonable will promptly be answered.
After the blizzard of media frenzy, the world seemed content with what little information had been given, however, there were several rewards offered for the identification of the father by tabloids, along with a lot of hefty speculation. There were even a few Doctors that turned up, claiming that they had performed the procedure. Of course, these doctors were proven to have lied, and their credibility called into question, seeing as how they would have violated doctor/patient confidentiality. Capsule Corporation had power and connections. For the most part they were on the up and up, but don't get on their bad side. It seemed the gold diggers and glory hogs learned this quickly, and the huge story of the Capsule Corporation heir fizzled out like a bottle rocket on New Year's Eve.
Bulma hired a staff of personal doctors, the best she could find, and promised that in return for their cooperation and confidentiality, they, and their families, would be very well compensated. All she asked is that they be on call, and that they run any and all lab tests themselves at Capsule Corp. to ensure there would be as few leaks as possible.
In fact, for the first three months of her pregnancy, all seemed to be going well. Both Bulma and the baby were healthy, her parents were giddy with excitement, and vegeta had continued to be Vegeta, meaning he ate, slept, trained, and visited her room often for 'stress relief'.
Bulma felt drunk with happiness. Everything seemed to be going well for her. She was still part of the picture at Capsule Corp., though she had less responsibility and more time at home. Her parents weren't disappointed in her, she was going to be a mother, and despite the fact that Vegeta never mentioned the baby, he seemed a bit gentler with her. When they were alone in the dark, he would be careful not to be too rough with her, and he wouldn't rest any of his weight over the baby.
He was welcome in her room. He seemed to need the physical actions between them as much as she did. It made her feel better, especially seeing as how she felt increasingly horny due to hormone fluctuations. He even continued to stay through the night, wrapping an arm around her until she woke him in the morning, running to the bathroom to vomit. By the time she returned, face freshly washed and teeth well scrubbed, he was gone, and the gravity chamber could be heard humming in the distance.
This morning was just such a morning. She sighed as she looked at her empty bed, wishing very much she could return to the warm folds oh her blankets and the warm embrace of the father of her baby. She had been noticing lately that she had been thinking about Vegeta more and more. She worried about him overtaxing himself, about eating enough to keep his strength up, and about his mental well being. He seemed so gruff on the outside, but underneath it all, he had a soft spot. It wasn't very big, but it was there, she was sure of it. It had to be, otherwise he would have tried to kill them all a long time ago, and he wouldn't be at all considerate of her when they engaged in their nighttime antics. Again, she sighed.
"Such is life, I suppose." She whispered.
Looking at the clock, she groaned at the early hour. She made to go back to bed, but her stomach protested. Walking down towards the kitchen, she decided on making some decaffeinated tea and plain toast, hoping against hope that she could keep it down today. Bread in the toaster, and water in the kettle, she walked to the door to retrieve the morning paper. She tossed it on the table and went to the stove to turn off the whistling kettle. Finally satisfied with her meager breakfast, Bulma sat down to read the paper.
The color drained from her face as she read the morning headlines.
Baseball great and martial arts champion, Yamcha, spills the beans on Bulma Briefs
Shaking, she began to read the article. Yamcha was briefly questioned about his retirement from baseball a year back, which he quickly brushed off as 'a much needed vacation.' Then, the reporter began to dig in, giving him questions that lead Yamcha to elaborate on his very private relationship with Bulma. By the time the article was over, Yamcha had told the world about how desperate she had always been for a boyfriend, and how bitchy and controlling she was to the people in her life. He speculated that the reason she wanted this baby is so that she could have someone in her life to love her, seeing as how he had just broken up with her a few weeks before she got pregnant. He also stated that he was certainly not the father, because Bulma had been a virgin when they broke up. Yamcha ended the interview with one more jab, stating that he didn't believe that she had been artificially inseminated; he believed she had an affair with her houseguest, a martial artist by the name of Vegeta.
Bulma calmly stood, took a sip of her tea, and walked towards the large windows overlooking the perfectly manicured lawn and her mother's gardens.
She snapped.
Bulma hurled her teacup through the window, shattering it. The poor dishes were next, and she screamed as she threw them across the room, through the window, and onto the lawn.
"That ass hole!" a dinner platter went through the room and landed with a crash. "That mother-fucking" the gravy bowl went sailing, "good... for... nothing" saucers, one after the other, crashed into her mother's prize roses, "lazy" various small appliances were now decorating the lawn, "son of one of Freeza's whore's" Vegeta was dodging flatware now as he made for the kitchen door, "big flaming pile of Oolong's shit!" She cried as she picked up the small wooden footstool, hurtling it towards the door, where Vegeta effortlessly caught it in the air.
He stared at her, and finally asked her in a calm voice "Woman, would you mind telling me why you have found it necessary to carry on, destroy your kitchen, and disturb my training?"
Bulma stared back, willing herself to calm down. Shaking, she lifted her arm and extended her finger, pointing to the newspaper on the table. He walked over, eyes narrowing as he read the article at hand. She turned around and started for the stairs. Before she began her ascent she stopped and looked over her shoulder.
"Don't kill him, Vegeta, just make him wish you did. Now, I have a very busy day ahead of me, seeing as how I have to counter this. I'll send the bots in to clean the mess. We'll cater for lunch, and I'll make some calls and make sure no reporters bother you." With that, she climbed the stairs to ready herself for the firing squad.
Well, watcha think? I kind of liked this one a lot. Thanks for all the reviews! And maria, you were right, the girl at work, well, she's kind of fallen from grace, and I'm suddenly appretiated again. It also helps that my manager took a lunch with me and we talked about personal stuff. He realizes now why I do a lot of the things I do, because he's had to deal with a lot of the things I'm dealing with now. And lemme tell you, you haven't lived until your boss does an impression of Butter's from the Lord of the Rings episode of South Park. Specifically the part where butters humps cartman! Yeah, that broke the tension! Well, like I said, thanks a bunch for the reviews and I'll write again as soon as I can!
Kanjizai
Bulma may have her neurotic moments, but when it comes to sensitive, and intense, situations, she has always had a logical head on her shoulders. There was no sense in hiding her pregnancy, she decided, and the best way to do that was to come out with it with a big smile and a good explanation.
Telling her parents had not been that hard at all. In fact, her mother was ecstatic, practically bouncing off the walls, while her father had quickly busied himself with designs for educational toys. Her mother had guessed Vegeta was the father right off the bat. She had reasoned that they were made for each other and it had been obvious that they had 'finally found each other'.
Bulma had to try not to roll her eyes, calmly explaining that even though Vegeta had contributed to the conception, he would not be contributing to the parenting, which was fine with her. Mrs. Briefs brushed the comment off, saying that it was simply 'new father jitters'. While her father muttered something about 'that's to be expected'.
Bulma had really been blown away. She had no idea that things would go so well, or that her parents would be so excepting of Vegeta's decision. She had been expecting her father to blow a gasket, but he had instead seemed rather happy, and not at all surprised at Vegeta's involvement. Perhaps she hadn't hid things as well as she had once thought.
The media, however, she was certain would have a field day. She could see the headlines now...
Bulma Briefs, Vice President and heiress to Japan's most prestigious company, Capsule Corporation, is pregnant by unknown man.
Needless to say, she had to come up with something fast before such a story were to leak to the tabloids. Getting pregnant before marriage was a big dishonor in the eyes of Japan, especially to the more traditional aristocratic circle that most of their business partners belonged. Her parents agreed, they had to break the story fist.
The Briefs decided that they would announce the pregnancy the day that it was conformed by their private doctor. The head of PR at Capsule Corporation had specific instructions to contact the media as soon as the family gave the word.
The Statement to the press went as follows:
Ms. Briefs has wanted a baby for some time now, so she has made the personal decision to undergo artificial insemination. The father of the child is a friend, and at this time, the family does not wish to disclose the identification of the father, or the doctor that performed the procedure. Ms. Briefs will continue to act as a board member, shareholder, and personal consultant for her father, Dr. Trunkten Briefs, at Capsule Corporation, but will soon be resigning her position as Vice President in order to become a full-time mother. When the new Vice President is named, Ms. Briefs will resign. Any questions may be directed to the PR department at Capsule Corporation, and the questions that are reasonable will promptly be answered.
After the blizzard of media frenzy, the world seemed content with what little information had been given, however, there were several rewards offered for the identification of the father by tabloids, along with a lot of hefty speculation. There were even a few Doctors that turned up, claiming that they had performed the procedure. Of course, these doctors were proven to have lied, and their credibility called into question, seeing as how they would have violated doctor/patient confidentiality. Capsule Corporation had power and connections. For the most part they were on the up and up, but don't get on their bad side. It seemed the gold diggers and glory hogs learned this quickly, and the huge story of the Capsule Corporation heir fizzled out like a bottle rocket on New Year's Eve.
Bulma hired a staff of personal doctors, the best she could find, and promised that in return for their cooperation and confidentiality, they, and their families, would be very well compensated. All she asked is that they be on call, and that they run any and all lab tests themselves at Capsule Corp. to ensure there would be as few leaks as possible.
In fact, for the first three months of her pregnancy, all seemed to be going well. Both Bulma and the baby were healthy, her parents were giddy with excitement, and vegeta had continued to be Vegeta, meaning he ate, slept, trained, and visited her room often for 'stress relief'.
Bulma felt drunk with happiness. Everything seemed to be going well for her. She was still part of the picture at Capsule Corp., though she had less responsibility and more time at home. Her parents weren't disappointed in her, she was going to be a mother, and despite the fact that Vegeta never mentioned the baby, he seemed a bit gentler with her. When they were alone in the dark, he would be careful not to be too rough with her, and he wouldn't rest any of his weight over the baby.
He was welcome in her room. He seemed to need the physical actions between them as much as she did. It made her feel better, especially seeing as how she felt increasingly horny due to hormone fluctuations. He even continued to stay through the night, wrapping an arm around her until she woke him in the morning, running to the bathroom to vomit. By the time she returned, face freshly washed and teeth well scrubbed, he was gone, and the gravity chamber could be heard humming in the distance.
This morning was just such a morning. She sighed as she looked at her empty bed, wishing very much she could return to the warm folds oh her blankets and the warm embrace of the father of her baby. She had been noticing lately that she had been thinking about Vegeta more and more. She worried about him overtaxing himself, about eating enough to keep his strength up, and about his mental well being. He seemed so gruff on the outside, but underneath it all, he had a soft spot. It wasn't very big, but it was there, she was sure of it. It had to be, otherwise he would have tried to kill them all a long time ago, and he wouldn't be at all considerate of her when they engaged in their nighttime antics. Again, she sighed.
"Such is life, I suppose." She whispered.
Looking at the clock, she groaned at the early hour. She made to go back to bed, but her stomach protested. Walking down towards the kitchen, she decided on making some decaffeinated tea and plain toast, hoping against hope that she could keep it down today. Bread in the toaster, and water in the kettle, she walked to the door to retrieve the morning paper. She tossed it on the table and went to the stove to turn off the whistling kettle. Finally satisfied with her meager breakfast, Bulma sat down to read the paper.
The color drained from her face as she read the morning headlines.
Baseball great and martial arts champion, Yamcha, spills the beans on Bulma Briefs
Shaking, she began to read the article. Yamcha was briefly questioned about his retirement from baseball a year back, which he quickly brushed off as 'a much needed vacation.' Then, the reporter began to dig in, giving him questions that lead Yamcha to elaborate on his very private relationship with Bulma. By the time the article was over, Yamcha had told the world about how desperate she had always been for a boyfriend, and how bitchy and controlling she was to the people in her life. He speculated that the reason she wanted this baby is so that she could have someone in her life to love her, seeing as how he had just broken up with her a few weeks before she got pregnant. He also stated that he was certainly not the father, because Bulma had been a virgin when they broke up. Yamcha ended the interview with one more jab, stating that he didn't believe that she had been artificially inseminated; he believed she had an affair with her houseguest, a martial artist by the name of Vegeta.
Bulma calmly stood, took a sip of her tea, and walked towards the large windows overlooking the perfectly manicured lawn and her mother's gardens.
She snapped.
Bulma hurled her teacup through the window, shattering it. The poor dishes were next, and she screamed as she threw them across the room, through the window, and onto the lawn.
"That ass hole!" a dinner platter went through the room and landed with a crash. "That mother-fucking" the gravy bowl went sailing, "good... for... nothing" saucers, one after the other, crashed into her mother's prize roses, "lazy" various small appliances were now decorating the lawn, "son of one of Freeza's whore's" Vegeta was dodging flatware now as he made for the kitchen door, "big flaming pile of Oolong's shit!" She cried as she picked up the small wooden footstool, hurtling it towards the door, where Vegeta effortlessly caught it in the air.
He stared at her, and finally asked her in a calm voice "Woman, would you mind telling me why you have found it necessary to carry on, destroy your kitchen, and disturb my training?"
Bulma stared back, willing herself to calm down. Shaking, she lifted her arm and extended her finger, pointing to the newspaper on the table. He walked over, eyes narrowing as he read the article at hand. She turned around and started for the stairs. Before she began her ascent she stopped and looked over her shoulder.
"Don't kill him, Vegeta, just make him wish you did. Now, I have a very busy day ahead of me, seeing as how I have to counter this. I'll send the bots in to clean the mess. We'll cater for lunch, and I'll make some calls and make sure no reporters bother you." With that, she climbed the stairs to ready herself for the firing squad.
Well, watcha think? I kind of liked this one a lot. Thanks for all the reviews! And maria, you were right, the girl at work, well, she's kind of fallen from grace, and I'm suddenly appretiated again. It also helps that my manager took a lunch with me and we talked about personal stuff. He realizes now why I do a lot of the things I do, because he's had to deal with a lot of the things I'm dealing with now. And lemme tell you, you haven't lived until your boss does an impression of Butter's from the Lord of the Rings episode of South Park. Specifically the part where butters humps cartman! Yeah, that broke the tension! Well, like I said, thanks a bunch for the reviews and I'll write again as soon as I can!
Kanjizai