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Hello everyone! How are ya? Well I'm doing ok. About to get the next chapter up for ya! This chapter, Vegeta reacts and it just….wow. As always, enjoy!

…Wow

"Guess what! I'm PREGNANT!!!" She yelled excitedly. Vegeta went wide-eyed.

"Oh, that's great Bulma!" Her mother was the first to congratulate. She ran over and gave her a big hug. "I'm so happy! Oh my! I'm going to be a grandma!" Bunny announced.

"Yeah, and I'm gonna be a mommy!!! AHH, this is so exciting!" Bulma exclaimed.

"Where's your father? We have to tell him the good news!"

"Yeah! And I have to call Chi Chi! She'll just flip! And I'll have to announce it at work so they'll know I won't be there for a while. I guess dad would have to take over until then. Then- Vegeta?" Bulma glanced over at the silent Prince. "What's wrong?"

"You're…pregnant?" he asked.

 "…Yes."

'Oh no! What if doesn't want another baby!'

"…And you just figured this out?" Vegeta looked highly amused.

"Yeah and- wait, you knew?!?" she exclaimed.

"What, you didn't? Oh wait, that's right; you're human, you couldn't have known," again, he insulted the human race.

"Vegeta, this is not funny! How did you know?!?"

"Yes, how did you know Veggie-chan?" Bunny sat down by him.

"Well, us saiyans can sense when a female is pregnant." Bulma threw her hands up with frustration.

"I can't believe this! You've been walking around for at least a whole week knowing that we were gonna have a baby and you didn't even bother to tell me!??!!?!" she hollered.

"Ms. Bulma! Why arwe you yelwing?" Pan came back in.

 "Oh, uh Pan, we have to tell you something…" she looked at Vegeta, unsure of how to tell her.

"What are you looking at me for?" Vegeta eyed her back.

"Vegeta! *sigh*," Bulma sat down and glared at him. Vegeta didn't even pay attention to her; he just ate his food.

"Pan, come here sweetheart," Bulma said. Pan skipped over and jumped on her lap. "There's something I want to tell you. Vegeta would be helping me but he's too busy stuffing his face over there to care so I'll just tell you myself." Vegeta tossed her his own glare.

"What iws it Ms. Bulma?" sweet little Panny-chan asked.

"Well, honey…you see, I'm uhh….pregnant. I'm going to have a little girl or boy-"

"Boy," Vegeta corrected.

"Oh, you know THAT too, huh?!- Oh, nevermind! Anyway, I'm going to have a baby." Pan looked at her with an unsatisfied look.

"Is that it?" she asked. Vegeta started snickering. "Is that it- Pan, I'm going to have a baby! This is a big moment! Don't you care if you're going to have another baby to play with?"

"Well I would buwt wight now I'm waiting for Uncle Vegeta to take mew to the pawke."

Bulma slapped her forehead. 'I can't believe this!' she thought. 'You had better start.'

'Would you stop reading my mind damnit! That's the millionth time this week!' she screamed back in her mind.

******************************************3 months into the pregnancy********************************************

Bulma was beginning to look like an expected mother. You could see her stomach begin to round up. She was lying in bed, ready to have breakfast, which Vegeta was going to bring her when her mother got through cooking it. He was downstairs in the kitchen waiting after coming out of the GR. She wanted to come down but Vegeta said that she had better stay in bed because carrying a saiyan child would get much more difficult so she didn't need to waste energy while she was still small.

"*sigh* I wish mom would hurry up and cook, I'm getting lonely up here," Bulma put down the book she was reading. "Sitting in bed all day is tedious. And to think I thought actually being out of work and having no period for 9 months would be enjoyable!" she looked at the clock on the table by her side of the bed; it was 9:12 a.m.

She was getting more bored by the minute. There was just nothing to do! She loved the fact that she was going to be a mother but the rode to getting there was just too much for her, and it was only the 3rd month!

"Why did I have to go and fall in love with that monkey?" she asked herself for the third time that morning and the hundredth time that week.

"I'm almost through Veggie-chan! Oh, it's so sweet!" Bunny sighed.

"What?" Vegeta asked. "You're going to bring Bulma her breakfast. That's so romantic!" Vegeta rolled his eyes.

"I'm only doing it because she doesn't need to be wasting energy; something she's in very short supply of," he snorted.

"Oh Veggie-chan, don't be so rude now!" she said, flipping the bacon.

"Hell, you should be telling her that. She's already whining about being too fat and being ugly and all that shit! Hell, I've been telling her she was ugly since day one and now she decides to listen! Soon, she going to be yelling and cussing everyone out for even less reasons then she says I do! I don't know about you but I don't care to hear her yell and bitch about being too fat or yelling about how she wants some crazy concoction to eat at 3:00 in the damn morning."

"Oh, Vegeta! You wouldn't be able to understand what she's going through! Try and be understanding, she's going through a very emotional time. I'm sure she's up there right now talking to herself about being lonely and waiting for you to come up," Bunny guessed.

"Well, as long as I don't have to hear it, I don't see a problem." Bunny sighed, 'Men.'

"Ooooo!" Pan was on the porch looking at the 'sacred' GR. She was playing with her blocks and noticed the GR's door was slightly cracked.

"I wondewe what's in thewe." She looked around to see if anyone was near then got to her feet.

"I'm suwe Uncle Vegeta won't miwnde," she made her way over to the GR. She struggled to get the door open but got it open, none the less, leaving it open wider than it was.

"Ooooo!!!" she looked around and saw a lot of buttons and a little screen across from the entrance. "Ooo, pwetty!" she ran over to start pressing buttons.

"How long is this going to take?!"

"Calm down, Veggie-chan. I'm almost done. I'm cooking for two saiyans now," she giggled.

 "Well you need to hurry-" Vegeta stopped as he looked out the kitchen window and noticed the GR door was opened wider than when he left it.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"The GR door is open…" he had a bad feeling.

"Maybe the wind opened it. You remember the last time that happened. You know, when Pan and I-"

"Pan! Where's the brat at!?!" he panicked.

"I think she was outside on the porch-"

"The brat! She's going to kill herself!" Vegeta jumped to his feet and nearly busted right through the kitchen door trying to get out.

"Oh my! Be careful!" she yelled out to him. He shot to the GR and slung the door open. She had already managed to type in 100x normal gravity and was about to press the "start" button.

"Stop!" he ran over and grabbed her up by the tail before she pressed it. "Ouch! Hey- Oh, hiwe Uncle Vegeta!" she smiled, knowing she was in a heap of trouble.

He didn't even say anything to her. He didn't talk, scream, holler (right now); he just stormed straight up to her room (they made her a room) and slammed the door shut then sat her on the bed.

"What were you doing?" he asked in a calm but low, menacing voice.

"…Nothing," she lied.

"Don't lie to me girl! How many times have I told you not to go near that gravity room?!"

She could see that getting out of this mess wasn't going to be easy.

"I don't remem-"

"You aren't human! Saiyans don't forget such things! I'm already mad enough at you, and now you dare lie to me?!" he shouted. Pan's bottom lip started shaking.

"Don't you even start crying! Now you're going to stay in this room and sit on this bed until further notice. I had better NOT catch you off this bed or you're really going to get it! Understand me, child?"

"But-"

"I said do you understand?!" Pan was ready to burst into tears. He had never yelled at her like he was doing now.

"Yes," she squeaked. Vegeta left out, slamming the door behind him. As soon as he left, she buried her head in a pillow and started crying.

"Crazy brat," Vegeta muttered all the way back to the kitchen.

"Oh dear. What's the matter?" Bunny asked, putting Bulma's plate on the tray.

"I'm going to kill that brat," he growled.

"What did she do?" Bunny sat down for a minute to listen.

"Can you believe she went in that damn GR after I've told her a million times not to go near it! I mean, she just flat out defied me! She had better not come off that bed!"

"Oh come now. She's just a child-"

"A saiyan child! She knew better! I don't give a damn if she is 2! Grr! Give me that damn tray!" he got up and snatched it up from the counter and stormed upstairs.

"Oh Kami."

3 hours later…

(Knock, knock!) "Vegeta, you in there?" Bunny asked. Vegeta opened up the door.

"What now?"

"It's lunch time dear, you need to come eat. Besides, Pan's been up there for nearly 3 hours, don't you think she's had enough dear?" Bunny reasoned.

"Hmpf! Well…I suppose it is just her first offense...ugh, fine!" she closed the door and they both went in the house.

"I'll have your plate ready in a second dear," Bunny said, going back into the kitchen.

Vegeta, on the other hand, went back upstairs to Pan's room and opened the door. Pan was lying down but sat up and frowned when he came in.

"You can get up now," he said. For some reason, he expected her to jump all over him saying she was sorry but the exact opposite happened.

She slid off the bed, starting to cry again, and ran out the room. Vegeta sighed; he actually felt bad.

'Why should I feel bad?! I didn't do anything! She knew better than to go in there!'

But after all that attempting to convince himself, he just could help but feel bad about yelling at her. He headed back to his old room to go think.

Pan ran into Bulma and Vegeta's room (the door was cracked), ran over to Bulma, and started wailing.

"Awe, come here sweetheart!" Bulma, still able to at this point, bent over and picked up the crying child and hugged her.

"What's wrong honey?"

"Uncle Vegeta hawtes mewe!" she sniffed.

"No he doesn't, baby."

"Yes he doews!"

"Now what makes you think that?" she asked, wiping her tears.

"Cause he yelled wat me and mawde me stawye in my woom all mowrning!"

"Well, didn't you go into his GR without his permission?" Bulma asked. Pan didn't say anything.

"Look, you're not going to get anywhere talking to me. Why don't you go talk to him, hmm?" she kissed her on the forehead.

"Okay *sniff*," Pan hugged her one more time then got down off the bed and went out. Out of instinct, she went to his old room to go find him. The door was open and when she walked in, she saw him sitting at the desk in the room. She walked up to him and tapped him on the leg. He looked down, surprised she actually came to see him.

"I'm sowwy Uncle Vegeta. Do you still hawte me?" she looked at him with those big, sad brown eyes.

Vegeta was taken back. Hate? He didn't hate her!

"Come here," he picked her up and sat her in his lap. She cuddled up close to him.

"Listen, I don't hate you, never did, never will; you understand?" she nodded.

"I was angry with you. I didn't tell you not to go in there a million times for no reason, I told you for your own safety. If you would have pressed that button, the gravity would have killed you and I would have never been able to live with myself."

"So you down't hawte me?"

"No, I don't hate you, you just pissed me off. Just don't do it again."

"Owkay," she smiled.

"Good. Now go eat, I'll be down in a minute."

"Owkay!" she got down and ran out.

"*sigh* I'm so damn weak," he got up and walked back to the room he shared with his wife.

*********************************6 months into the pregnancy********************************************

Bulma was really looking like a pregnant mother now: sitting on the couch and literally not being able to get back up without help. She had a big belly, her hair down, tons of food at arm's reach, and nearly swollen ankles. Boy, Vegeta wasn't kidding when he said carrying a saiyan child wouldn't be easy!

"Vegeta! Where are you?" Bulma yelled.

"What do you want now?" he walked in from the kitchen.

"Could you get me something, please?" she smiled at him, showing those great pearly whites.

"I'm not going to buy anything for a brat that isn't even here!"

"Oh shut up! I was going to ask you to get me some ice cream from the freezer and put that left-over shrimp and rice in it, that's all! Gosh, the nerve!"

"What do you mean 'that's all'?! That's sick! Crazy humans," he started muttering as he went to go fetch her what she ordered.

"Thanks Veggie, you're sweet!"

"Hmpf!"

********************************************At The Hospital********************************************

"Push Mrs. Briefs, push!" the doctor ordered.

"I'm pushing!!!!" she yelled, ejecting the saiyan child with all her might.

"Come on woman! Be a saiyan, damnit!" Vegeta stayed by her side 'cheering' her on.

"Almost! One more push!" the doctor said, seeing Trunks was almost out.

"AHHHHHHH!!!!" Bulma gave a last hard push with all the energy she had left in her.

"There! You're through, you can relax now Mrs. Briefs," he said, wrapping the baby in a towel.

"Phew, that was tiring," she flopped back on the hospital bed, breathing heavily.

"Woman, are you alright?" Vegeta asked warmly.

Bulma smiled, "Yeah. I'll be fine…may not walk for a few weeks but I'll be fine," she managed to make herself laugh.

Then, she heard the first wail from her baby. "Ah, he's alive and kicking," the doctor chuckled.

"Hmm…he's got your lungs," Vegeta's eyes twitched in amusement.

"Oh you!" she hit him playfully in the arm.

"Here you go. You have a healthy boy now. Oh, and he does have a tail Mr. Briefs," the doctor reassured Vegeta.

"Good," Vegeta said as the doctor handed Bulma their son.

"Ooh, isn't he so cute?" Bulma kissed her newborn on the head.

"What are we going to name him?" Vegeta asked.

"How about…John?" Trunks started to cry louder.

"I don't think so," Vegeta said.

"Well…maybe Matthew?" Trunks got even louder.

"Next," Vegeta yawned.

"Well…how about…Trunks?" Trunks began to giggle as he heard the name. "Hmm…I thought Vegeta Jr. would have sounded better but I guess it'll have to do," We all know who said that.

"Yeah. Hi Trunks," she cooed.

"Bulma dear!" he mother busted in, holding Pan.

"M-mom," Bulma stuttered, startled.

"How are you dear?!" Bunny rushed to her side.

"I'm fine mom. Look, here's Trunks," she said.

"Oh, he's so precious! Let me hold him. Here Vegeta, hold Pan for a moment," Bunny handed little Pan-chan to Vegeta.

"Hi Uncle Vegeta! Did ya have fune?!" Pan asked.

"No," he hmpfed.

"Oh my, he's so sweet. You name him Trunks? That's a good name. Look at that beautiful purple hair!" Bunny rocked Trunks back and forth.

"I wanna see!" Pan whined.

"Okay," Bunny held Trunks down to Pan eye level.

"Oooo," she awed.

"This is your new….um…?" Bunny looked at Vegeta.

"I don't know. Playmate?"

"Yeah, I guess you could say that for now." Pan touched Trunks' cheek and he grabbed her hand.

"Awe, isn't that sweet?" Bulma smiled again.

"Uncle Vegeta, when I get older, can I marry Trunks?" Pan asked. Even the doctor started to laugh.

"I don't care, as long as the brat is named after me," Vegeta crossed his arms.

"Oh Vegeta!" Bulma rolled her eyes.

K, that was the 17th chapter! Next chapter is called "17 Years Later…" IT IS NOT AN EPILOGUE!!! It will go on to a different plot since Vegeta and Bulma have already gotten together. Now it's Trunks and Pan's turn but something will get in the way and distract this. What is it? What does Vegeta know that he's barely told a soul to? You'll have to wait and find out! Peace out!

Veggie-Trunks