Chapter 5
Yup, That went well….Bulma thought to herself as she walked out of the kitchen and back to the lab. The coming months would be interesting indeed. " If he decides to stick around." She said aloud. "Well I better call Chi chi and tell her I finely told him." She picked up the phone and dialed the all too familiar number.
Chi
chi picked up on the sound ring. "Mushi Mushi?" " Guess what Chichi I
told him the news!" " You did? Oh my Denda how did it go? Did you loose
the roof again?" " Nope not this time ( Thank Denda) but like I feared
he isn't happy that the baby's a girl"
" It'll be ok Bulma you'll
see the fact that he didn't blow up through the roof means things
should be ok right?" "Maybe your right….Oh shoot Chichi I got to go
Trunks just got home and I'm sure he's hungry too Bye." " Bye
Bulma-chan."
Trunks was walking down the hall, flinging his backpack onto the table. Just as Bulma entered the kitchen. " Hey, Mom." He said and like clock work went right to the fridge. Something very Vegeta-like, Bulma observed. " Where's the other half of the food, Mom?" he asked, waile still skimming for something to munch on. " Oh your father got a hold of it." She answered her son. " Enough Said." He grumbled. Trunks closed the door just before he grabbed something and shoved it into his mouth. " Trunks! Don't eat right-out of the fridge. I taut you better then that." " You let dad do it." He where barely able to understand what he said since his mouth was full of overflowing food. " Yeah well I was trying to get your father in a good mood!" Trunks swallowed his snack and asked. " Why?" " Well I better tell you now sweetie. I was trying to tell your father the news that your going to have a new baby sister." Bulma said with a smile. She new her son would take this much better then his father would ever. " Ah No! A Baby? Man I'll Never get any Sleep. That's just plain wrong." " Jezz if your not the son of Vegeta then strike me dead! Listen to me Trunks I have enough problems with your father about the baby do I really have to have that times two?"
Trunks looked as his mother and sighed. " I'm sorry mom, I wont complain, Hey it might be nice to have a little sister." Trunks new his mother had to be going through some rouge times and there were sure to be more ahead. " Say!" he thought " I could get her to do what ever I want." An evil look crossed Trunk's face. Bulma eyed her son and said. " Just what are you thinking there Trunks?" " Oh nothing, Got to go bye." He grabbed his bag and ran upstairs to his room. Bulma just shrugged the thoughts off and went to work making dinner for her family.
Back in the gravity room Vegeta was trying to keep his mind off his unborn child. Not that it was working much. " Another brat to look after humph," Vegeta said aloud, " I swear to Denda it better not have purple hair!" He attacked an unseen enemy, After beating himself up a little bit more, he spoke again. " And Women had better let it keep it's tail, unlike Trunks or Kakkarot's brats." His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of laughing. " Yeah right like Mom's going to let the baby keep her tail." Trunks had been watching his father the whole time about the conversation between Vegeta and Vegeta. " Shut up brat I didn't ask you!" Vegeta growled. " Ok….Mom just wanted me to tell you that if your still thinking that the baby is worthless then you can fend for yourself for dinner and then you can sleep in the gravity room, believe me she can tell!" He was just about to fly off when Vegeta spoke. " You wait a second, Brat!" Trunks cringed and slowly turned to face his father. " Yes." He said nervously pushing a lock of his hair from his eyes. "Don't do that. It makes you look like a girl. I don't need to have two girls for brats." Vegeta just couldn't say what he really wanted too so instead he decided to insult his son. " Ok whatever I'm going to get dinner." Trunks turned and left his father alone to think some more.