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A/N: Its been a while, round 2 or so years since my last. I am older, wiser, and a better writer, looking back on my storys, I find them harder to follow than they used to be. I hope to at least finish this saga up, and hope to branch out into different areas of fanfic, and even my own, original stories.
Chapter 2: eat your dinner, damnit
The family gathered around the dinner table, unknowing of the night ahead. Bulma sighed at the sight of them, all happy and what not. She could just drop the food, all of it on the way out.
"No, I must do this" She said to herself. She pushed the doors open as she brought out the spaghetti and set it down in front of her family, and the sayin prince. Suddenly the thought struck her, she is bearing an alien child.
She had never spoken to Chichi about her pregnancy, she would have to, in the morning of course.
"You all can start eating now, I still have more to get." She said quietly.
In the space of time that it took her to go to the kitchen and return with the salad, Vageta was on his second helping, while the rest of her family was eagerly eating their own first helping. By the time she had gotten the garlic bread, the effects of the pills where hitting everyone, Vageta in particular.
She nibbled on a salad and garlic bread while she waited to see an opening. About twenty minuets into the meal, she saw her chance. Vagita was constantly shacking his head in an effort to stay awake. Her parents (the pills catching up with their old age) where all but asleep on their half full plates.
"Vageta." She said, quietly, her voice quivering.
He only grunted.
"I need to tell you something." She said, her whole body shaking.
That caught his attention. He looked over at her, his eyes bleary from the medicine caught her general shape.
"What is it woman?" He managed to grunt out.
Angered at this callus response, she decided to go forth with more determination. For all she knew, this may turn out to be good for the brute of a man.
"I am pregnant" she said in a low whisper.
Its out, that's it, he's gona kill me, it will all be over soon. All of these thoughts raced through her head as she clenched her eyes, waiting for the inevitable outburst.
It never came.
She looked up, and saw that he was smiling.
"So, that Yamcha runt finally planted his seed in one. This will drive him nuts, I cant wait till you tell him, he will die with shock." He laughed drunkenly.
Now, pissed off she let him have it.
"NO YOU STUPID BITCH, ITS YOUR'S" She roared.
That wiped the grin off of his face, replaced by a stunned, shocked look. As she looked around, she noticed her parents where awake. She suddenly realized how loud she must have been and became very red She wanted to cry, but it had to be done.
Only one word came out of his mouth "When"?
"Three months ago, at that party we went to. We got a little drunk and…" She trailed off, not wanting her parents to hear the details. It had been one of her better exploits since before Yamcha.
Her parents, now physically and emotionally exhausted beyond belief, fainted in their seats. Vegeta, however, with his strong sayin blood, was able to stay awake.
"Are you su…."
"Yes, I'm sure, that was the only time in a while."
"Im going to train" He said as he arose from the table. His face was expressionless, his movements resolute. He moved to the elevator that would take him to the big training room, in the basement. He only used it on the rare occasion, due to the higher danger levels that go along with high gravity and being under a house combined. He pressed the button and he was gone.
She was alone. All alone. She cleared her table and fell into tears, her parents snoring away near her.
He sat in the room, alone, the gravity off. He couldn't move to turn the chamber on, not now. This hadn't happened to him in years. He was a father, once. In his youth, not uncommon for the sayins, a race that aged sexually in only ten years, faster if it was nobility. He once had a son, a boy named Trubos, he had died in the explosion of planet Vegeta, to his knowledge, along with his concubine, Marlet.
Those memories came rushing back to him in a wave. He couldn't train with these thoughts, this was something he would have to sort out. It was some sort of sign. Not that he really gave a flying shit, all he knew is that he was stuck, dead stuck. He would see her through the pregnancy, he was not completely without honor, after all. He would see her through birth, and teach her how to train the young boy, then he would leave, then return to finish training him.
But for now, he was stuck with a moody, blue haired (how did it get like that anywise) neurotic bitch.