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"Bulma!" Vegeta snapped. "What the hell are you doing out here? You're going to get you and the baby sick!"
"I love you!" she called back, the rain washing away her tears of sadness and joy. She couldn't have come up with a more perfect moment.
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Mrs. Ouji stared at the clock, willing it to give her answers, demanding time to heal her wounds. For days her brain had been in an impenetrable fog. Nothing but random meaningless thoughts passed through…until now. The medication, only to be given to her by Vegeta, which he monitored with an iron fist, left her feeling so drowsy no feeling could get in. Now the dam had burst open. She knew what she'd done and she wanted to do it again, simply for the reason that she had put everyone, especially Vegeta, through so much pain. But she would never try something so selfish and irrational again. It was the moment that fueled her need for an escape, and now that she had time to think the situation over, she had overreacted completely.
"I'm so sorry, Vegeta," she sighed, drawing her knees up to her chest.
A flash of his face made her eyes well again. He was sitting beside her, in this very room, his head down. He didn't know she was awake. Clearly, he was thinking intensely about something, and, when he finally noticed she was awake, shrugged off his ill feelings to care for her.
He was such a completely different person now, ever since he met Bulma. It was so much like her relationship with Vegeta's father that it made her want to burst out laughing. How happy and miserable they had been, just like Bulma and Vegeta. His father had been just like him in the beginning too; arrogant, rude, womanizing. But then she was able to find his heart and never let him forget it. Mr. Ouji's reasons for his attitude were father related as well, though Vegeta's grandfather is in jail for his involvement.
Mrs. Ouji couldn't deny her anguish at seeing her son in such a similar relationship. Of course she was happy for him, but the similarities were just too much sometimes. On several occasions since Bulma entered the picture, she'd cried herself to sleep, desperately clinging to a picture of her husband. The mounting stress pushed her to her limits everyday. When she grabbed the bottle of pills, her limits had been breeched.
"I'll make it up to you," she whispered and curled into a ball, the gentle sound of rain pulling her into a comforting dream.
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Chi-Chi bolted upright in bed, her heart racing, her cheeks already stained with tears. Beside her, Goku slept soundly, a small smile on his face. She took a deep breath, trying her best to block out the images of her nightmare. When she couldn't, she climbed out of bed, went into the bathroom, and splash cold water on her face. Her reflection was ghost white and miserable looking. She smiled, despite the terrifying dream, but it was forced and made her look all the more sad.
It had been so real; her could still smell the sterile hospital room she'd been rushed to. She'd woken in the middle of the night, just like right now, to find blood covering the front of her nightgown. She glanced down now, sighing with relief when there was no blood. Goku had been so hysterical that her father had had to drive them to the Emergency Room. The entire time she was in such agony; she squeezed Goku's hand so hard she swore she broke the bones. When they finally arrived at the hospital—and it seemed to have taken hours to get there—the doctors informed her before she was even a second in the door that she'd had a miscarriage. And then their faces shifted, turned to smoke, and they disappeared. A moment later she was back in her bed, crying at her imagination.
"It was just a stupid nightmare," she told her reflection, glaring angrily at herself for still being so scared. She looked away finally, unable to stand her own face anymore. She was about to get back into bed, when little Gohan shifted, pressing almost painfully into her bladder. Slowly she sat down on the toilet, went, but as she was pulling her underwear back on, she noticed something that made her scream out as if in pain.
Blood.
Goku was in the bathroom within second, cradling her, demanding to know what happened with soothing words. When he saw the blood he too let out a horrified yell, but found his composure. He needed to be strong for her if she couldn't be for herself.
He scooped her into his arms, ran as quickly as he could down the stairs, woke her father, and demanded he call 911.
Chi-Chi had long since fainted; Goku was free to cry. The ambulance would be there shortly.
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"Come inside," Vegeta said, stepping out into the rain. He could barely see her from the porch, but as he approached her features came into focus. He couldn't remember her looking more beautiful.
"I love you, Vegeta," she said, smiling wide. He had seen that smile so many times before, so many times he had made her smile that way, and it didn't mean so much as it did now. "I love you," she said again, her voice softer.
Vegeta controlled his emotions expertly, until her arms latched around his neck, her lips contacting with his. It was a desperate kiss, a kiss with the most extreme and sudden need behind it that it made his head spin. He wrapped his arms around her as best as he could, deepening the kiss. The rain splashed on their faces, seeped into their mouths; they didn't care. This moment was there's, no matter how the weather felt about it.
"What does this mean?" Vegeta whispered, his forehead pressed to hers, his breathing slightly labored. He couldn't begin to describe what he was feeling right now.
"I don't want to pretend anymore."
He pulled his head back and gave her a confused look.
"It means that if you screw up again I'll castrate you," she laughed, pulling his head back to her again. Vegeta stepped back this time, releasing her, the corners of his mouth at war for which emotion to display. In the end confusion reined.
"You mean—"
"Yes Vegeta," she whispered. "Yes."
This time a smile, wider than Bulma's, graced his lips and he pulled her into his arms. He could have kissed her for hours, if she didn't lean back.
"What?"
"I want to know something," she said, her manner serious.
"Anything."
"That day at the hospital, I told you that I would do anything to make you feel better. I was so sure that what you would have wanted was for me to take you back."
"It was," he admitted.
"Why didn't you say it?"
"I wanted you to want to. Tragedy is not something I wanted to make that happen. If you had offered to that day I wouldn't have let you."
"You have such a big heart," Bulma laughed, giving him a kiss on the nose. "I told you I'd make you a better person."
"Not the best," he said, a vicious grin on his lips. Now everything seemed so natural, so perfect. Just days ago they were both anxious all the time when in the presence of the other. Their minds had been filled with doubt and uncertainty. Should I talk? Should I leave? I don't know what to do! But it was all worth it for this seemingly impossible moment. "But that's for another night," he sighed.
"Can I stay here? I want to be near you tonight."
"You think I was going to let you leave?" He slung his arm around her shoulder and led her towards the house. "Sorry woman, you're stuck with me…forever."
Bulma froze in her tracks.
"What?"
"Forever," she whispered, a small smile on her lips.
"Is there a problem with that?"
"No…No. Not at all."
They walked into Vegeta's house, arm in arm, their hearts finally free to love each other completely. It was too surreal to be true.
Soon enough, they were settled in Vegeta's room, after he went in to check on his mother, alone. Bulma curled into his chest, the salty scent of his skin intoxicating. If she hadn't been so happy, she would have fallen asleep.
"I told you you would wear pigtails for me one day," Vegeta laughed softly, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead.
"And everyone told you that you would fall for me…Things just work out for the best sometimes."
Vegeta was about to comment, when he felt a strange sensation, something completely alien, yet familiar. He looked at Bulma, then down at her belly that semi-separated them.
"Was that—"
"Yes," she sighed happily. "He's tough, just like his dad."
Vegeta's face suddenly went solemn, is brow knitted, lips frowning. Bulma swallowed a hard lump, forcing herself to not think the worst. When he didn't say anything, she nudged him slightly with her nose on his cheek.
"I don't understand how you can forgive me," he said, as if on cue. "It doesn't make sense. I hurt you so badly, and intentionally, and I continued to hurt you with no remorse, but still you're here in this bed with me instead of being at home hating me like you have every right to and should," he said almost angrily. "…I deserve the worst you can give me."
"Oh Vegeta," she laughed, her worry completely lifted. "It's things like that that prove all the more that I made the right decision in forgiving you. You didn't feel remorse then, but you sure as hell do now. You just needed time to find your true self. It was hidden for so long under hatred and sorrow that it took a lot longer than I would prefer for it to come out. But now that you're here, now that I can see the true you before me, I know I can never be hurt like that again. This is forever Vegeta, and there's nothing I'm afraid of anymore. Not even raising Trunks, because I know that you'll be there for me one hundred percent. You may not have wanted him, but he's here, and I know you'll love him."
"I want him now," he admitted, placing a gentle hand on her belly, smiling slightly when he felt another kick. "I want a family with you, and I don't care who knows it. I'll go to the papers first thing in the morning and tell them about us. You're the most important thing to me, Bulma. Any person that tries to stand in our way will pay dearly."
"No one will dare," she said, giving him a kiss on the nose. "They know what we have. Besides, I don't think anyone is stupid enough to challenge you. You'd crush them in a nanosecond."
"Does this mean we're getting married?" he asked, surprising her, and himself; the thought didn't scare him the way it always had before. With one girl forever? It was the plague a year ago. Now it seemed the only logical thing to do.
"Do you want to get married? I'm in no rush. I have college and the company and this project that's—"
Vegeta silenced her with a passionate kiss, his fingers finding their way into her silky locks.
"Yes then?"
"Would you expect anything but the most extreme from me?" he laughed, giving way to kissing her again. Every kind of kiss imaginable. It'd been so long since he could freely kiss her, feel those amazingly smooth lips against his, that small smile that she couldn't help no matter how intense the moment became. And when he ran out of different ways to kiss her, he started all over again, until he was kissing her neck and shoulders and belly. He gradually removed all her clothes, and his, and kissed every inch of her body, relishing in the absolute pleasure of simply being this close to her without fear of rejection or argument.
And there was nothing sexual in the way he kissed her body. He was enjoying his new freedom, taking complete advantage of it.
When his lips went dry, he pulled her as close as possible, forcing himself to stay awake through the night. There wasn't a moment he wanted to miss. He refused. After so long without her, he could do one night with no sleep.
The sun was just beginning to crest, when the phone on Vegeta's bedside rang, startling Bulma awake. She frowned, upset to have fallen asleep.
"What?" Vegeta grumbled, answering the phone. Even if he was awake, there was no reason for someone to call him THIS early. "What!?" His eyes grew wide. "Kami. Is she ok?…Where are you?…We'll meet you there."
"What was that all about?" Bulma demanded, unable to mask her fear. It was Goku's voice she'd distinctly heard on the other line.
"Chi-Chi's being rushed to the Emergency Room," he said quickly, frantically pulling on his pants. "Hurry up, get dressed. I need to check on my mother, and I'll meet you in the car. Don't ask questions, just go."
Bulma swallowed hard and did as she was told, all the while praying that she and the baby were safe.
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Bulma and Vegeta ran awkwardly into the hospital; one of his arms around her shoulders, the other under her belly. The receptionist did not help the situation, when she informed them that only family was allowed beyond the ER doors. Vegeta snapped a few choice curse words and turned his back on her, helping Bulma sit down.
"Call Goku's cell phone," Bulma suggested, biting her nails nervously.
"I'm not going to disturb them," he retorted, startling her.
"I agree," came 18's solemn voice. They looked up to see her and Krillin. 17 and Maris were just walking in as well. Obviously they'd all been called. "Whatever happened, there's nothing we can do. We need to wait until one of them comes to see us."
Bulma hung her head and nodded. Of course they were right.
"I need some water," she said to herself, tried to stand, but was forced back down by Vegeta.
"I'll get it," he said, almost angrily. Bulma sighed and shrugged.
"Like it matters," she wanted to say, but kept quiet and let him do as he pleased.
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"I'm fine, I promise," Chi-Chi said for what seemed like the hundredth time. But every still felt the need to crowd around her, each wanting a chance to see for themselves, though, of course, none of them were doctors.
"What happened, again?" Krillin asked, holding her hand. He'd been so afraid for her, he was not going to let go yet.
"It was a false alarm," she explained, unable to control the wide grin on her features. "It happens sometimes. There wasn't even enough blood that I'll have any side effects. I forget what the doctor called it, something really weird. But me and the baby are perfectly healthy, so—" She pulled her hand free from Krillin's grasp. "—you can all stop babying me," she laughed. She gave Krillin a quick kiss on the cheek before lying back on her pillows, which everyone had felt the need to fluff.
"You really gave us a scare, Chi," Bulma sighed, the fear still coursing through her veins. Not only was her body still scared for her, but she was scared for herself. What if that happened to her? What if it wasn't a false alarm for her? What if she loses Trunks before she even sees him?
She forced a convincing smile to keep anyone from asking questions.
"I'm good, B. I swear." She smiled that way only she could, but then her eyes seemed to catch something that wasn't there before, something she would have noticed had everyone not been so hysterical. "Bulma, did something happen tonight?"
"What'd you mean?" Bulma had no clue what she was talking about.
"Vegeta," Chi-Chi said, turning to him. "What happened?"
Vegeta looked up and smiled as much as he could, which wasn't much, but enough to tell Chi-Chi exactly what she wanted to know.
"Good job, 'Get," she said, smiling brightly. "I knew you had it in you somewhere…How's your mom doing?"
"Fine."
"Good."
"Umm, can I butt in?" Goku said, looking from his girlfriend to his best friend.
"Sure honey," Chi-Chi laughed.
"What's going on?"
"Vegeta and Bulma finally made up. They're a couple again."
Goku, along with everyone in the room, let out a loud gasp. There were a million and one questions flying around at once, until Vegeta made his voice heard, silencing everyone.
"You missed something, woman," he said, his lips curling into a smirk. He looked to Bulma quickly before saying another word. She nodded slowly, unable to keep from smiling. "We're getting married."
The room erupted with sound again, and Bulma and Vegeta couldn't help but laugh. They were finally together, finally happy…finally.
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"Bulma!" Vegeta snapped. "What the hell are you doing out here? You're going to get you and the baby sick!"
"I love you!" she called back, the rain washing away her tears of sadness and joy. She couldn't have come up with a more perfect moment.
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Mrs. Ouji stared at the clock, willing it to give her answers, demanding time to heal her wounds. For days her brain had been in an impenetrable fog. Nothing but random meaningless thoughts passed through…until now. The medication, only to be given to her by Vegeta, which he monitored with an iron fist, left her feeling so drowsy no feeling could get in. Now the dam had burst open. She knew what she'd done and she wanted to do it again, simply for the reason that she had put everyone, especially Vegeta, through so much pain. But she would never try something so selfish and irrational again. It was the moment that fueled her need for an escape, and now that she had time to think the situation over, she had overreacted completely.
"I'm so sorry, Vegeta," she sighed, drawing her knees up to her chest.
A flash of his face made her eyes well again. He was sitting beside her, in this very room, his head down. He didn't know she was awake. Clearly, he was thinking intensely about something, and, when he finally noticed she was awake, shrugged off his ill feelings to care for her.
He was such a completely different person now, ever since he met Bulma. It was so much like her relationship with Vegeta's father that it made her want to burst out laughing. How happy and miserable they had been, just like Bulma and Vegeta. His father had been just like him in the beginning too; arrogant, rude, womanizing. But then she was able to find his heart and never let him forget it. Mr. Ouji's reasons for his attitude were father related as well, though Vegeta's grandfather is in jail for his involvement.
Mrs. Ouji couldn't deny her anguish at seeing her son in such a similar relationship. Of course she was happy for him, but the similarities were just too much sometimes. On several occasions since Bulma entered the picture, she'd cried herself to sleep, desperately clinging to a picture of her husband. The mounting stress pushed her to her limits everyday. When she grabbed the bottle of pills, her limits had been breeched.
"I'll make it up to you," she whispered and curled into a ball, the gentle sound of rain pulling her into a comforting dream.
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Chi-Chi bolted upright in bed, her heart racing, her cheeks already stained with tears. Beside her, Goku slept soundly, a small smile on his face. She took a deep breath, trying her best to block out the images of her nightmare. When she couldn't, she climbed out of bed, went into the bathroom, and splash cold water on her face. Her reflection was ghost white and miserable looking. She smiled, despite the terrifying dream, but it was forced and made her look all the more sad.
It had been so real; her could still smell the sterile hospital room she'd been rushed to. She'd woken in the middle of the night, just like right now, to find blood covering the front of her nightgown. She glanced down now, sighing with relief when there was no blood. Goku had been so hysterical that her father had had to drive them to the Emergency Room. The entire time she was in such agony; she squeezed Goku's hand so hard she swore she broke the bones. When they finally arrived at the hospital—and it seemed to have taken hours to get there—the doctors informed her before she was even a second in the door that she'd had a miscarriage. And then their faces shifted, turned to smoke, and they disappeared. A moment later she was back in her bed, crying at her imagination.
"It was just a stupid nightmare," she told her reflection, glaring angrily at herself for still being so scared. She looked away finally, unable to stand her own face anymore. She was about to get back into bed, when little Gohan shifted, pressing almost painfully into her bladder. Slowly she sat down on the toilet, went, but as she was pulling her underwear back on, she noticed something that made her scream out as if in pain.
Blood.
Goku was in the bathroom within second, cradling her, demanding to know what happened with soothing words. When he saw the blood he too let out a horrified yell, but found his composure. He needed to be strong for her if she couldn't be for herself.
He scooped her into his arms, ran as quickly as he could down the stairs, woke her father, and demanded he call 911.
Chi-Chi had long since fainted; Goku was free to cry. The ambulance would be there shortly.
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"Come inside," Vegeta said, stepping out into the rain. He could barely see her from the porch, but as he approached her features came into focus. He couldn't remember her looking more beautiful.
"I love you, Vegeta," she said, smiling wide. He had seen that smile so many times before, so many times he had made her smile that way, and it didn't mean so much as it did now. "I love you," she said again, her voice softer.
Vegeta controlled his emotions expertly, until her arms latched around his neck, her lips contacting with his. It was a desperate kiss, a kiss with the most extreme and sudden need behind it that it made his head spin. He wrapped his arms around her as best as he could, deepening the kiss. The rain splashed on their faces, seeped into their mouths; they didn't care. This moment was there's, no matter how the weather felt about it.
"What does this mean?" Vegeta whispered, his forehead pressed to hers, his breathing slightly labored. He couldn't begin to describe what he was feeling right now.
"I don't want to pretend anymore."
He pulled his head back and gave her a confused look.
"It means that if you screw up again I'll castrate you," she laughed, pulling his head back to her again. Vegeta stepped back this time, releasing her, the corners of his mouth at war for which emotion to display. In the end confusion reined.
"You mean—"
"Yes Vegeta," she whispered. "Yes."
This time a smile, wider than Bulma's, graced his lips and he pulled her into his arms. He could have kissed her for hours, if she didn't lean back.
"What?"
"I want to know something," she said, her manner serious.
"Anything."
"That day at the hospital, I told you that I would do anything to make you feel better. I was so sure that what you would have wanted was for me to take you back."
"It was," he admitted.
"Why didn't you say it?"
"I wanted you to want to. Tragedy is not something I wanted to make that happen. If you had offered to that day I wouldn't have let you."
"You have such a big heart," Bulma laughed, giving him a kiss on the nose. "I told you I'd make you a better person."
"Not the best," he said, a vicious grin on his lips. Now everything seemed so natural, so perfect. Just days ago they were both anxious all the time when in the presence of the other. Their minds had been filled with doubt and uncertainty. Should I talk? Should I leave? I don't know what to do! But it was all worth it for this seemingly impossible moment. "But that's for another night," he sighed.
"Can I stay here? I want to be near you tonight."
"You think I was going to let you leave?" He slung his arm around her shoulder and led her towards the house. "Sorry woman, you're stuck with me…forever."
Bulma froze in her tracks.
"What?"
"Forever," she whispered, a small smile on her lips.
"Is there a problem with that?"
"No…No. Not at all."
They walked into Vegeta's house, arm in arm, their hearts finally free to love each other completely. It was too surreal to be true.
Soon enough, they were settled in Vegeta's room, after he went in to check on his mother, alone. Bulma curled into his chest, the salty scent of his skin intoxicating. If she hadn't been so happy, she would have fallen asleep.
"I told you you would wear pigtails for me one day," Vegeta laughed softly, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead.
"And everyone told you that you would fall for me…Things just work out for the best sometimes."
Vegeta was about to comment, when he felt a strange sensation, something completely alien, yet familiar. He looked at Bulma, then down at her belly that semi-separated them.
"Was that—"
"Yes," she sighed happily. "He's tough, just like his dad."
Vegeta's face suddenly went solemn, is brow knitted, lips frowning. Bulma swallowed a hard lump, forcing herself to not think the worst. When he didn't say anything, she nudged him slightly with her nose on his cheek.
"I don't understand how you can forgive me," he said, as if on cue. "It doesn't make sense. I hurt you so badly, and intentionally, and I continued to hurt you with no remorse, but still you're here in this bed with me instead of being at home hating me like you have every right to and should," he said almost angrily. "…I deserve the worst you can give me."
"Oh Vegeta," she laughed, her worry completely lifted. "It's things like that that prove all the more that I made the right decision in forgiving you. You didn't feel remorse then, but you sure as hell do now. You just needed time to find your true self. It was hidden for so long under hatred and sorrow that it took a lot longer than I would prefer for it to come out. But now that you're here, now that I can see the true you before me, I know I can never be hurt like that again. This is forever Vegeta, and there's nothing I'm afraid of anymore. Not even raising Trunks, because I know that you'll be there for me one hundred percent. You may not have wanted him, but he's here, and I know you'll love him."
"I want him now," he admitted, placing a gentle hand on her belly, smiling slightly when he felt another kick. "I want a family with you, and I don't care who knows it. I'll go to the papers first thing in the morning and tell them about us. You're the most important thing to me, Bulma. Any person that tries to stand in our way will pay dearly."
"No one will dare," she said, giving him a kiss on the nose. "They know what we have. Besides, I don't think anyone is stupid enough to challenge you. You'd crush them in a nanosecond."
"Does this mean we're getting married?" he asked, surprising her, and himself; the thought didn't scare him the way it always had before. With one girl forever? It was the plague a year ago. Now it seemed the only logical thing to do.
"Do you want to get married? I'm in no rush. I have college and the company and this project that's—"
Vegeta silenced her with a passionate kiss, his fingers finding their way into her silky locks.
"Yes then?"
"Would you expect anything but the most extreme from me?" he laughed, giving way to kissing her again. Every kind of kiss imaginable. It'd been so long since he could freely kiss her, feel those amazingly smooth lips against his, that small smile that she couldn't help no matter how intense the moment became. And when he ran out of different ways to kiss her, he started all over again, until he was kissing her neck and shoulders and belly. He gradually removed all her clothes, and his, and kissed every inch of her body, relishing in the absolute pleasure of simply being this close to her without fear of rejection or argument.
And there was nothing sexual in the way he kissed her body. He was enjoying his new freedom, taking complete advantage of it.
When his lips went dry, he pulled her as close as possible, forcing himself to stay awake through the night. There wasn't a moment he wanted to miss. He refused. After so long without her, he could do one night with no sleep.
The sun was just beginning to crest, when the phone on Vegeta's bedside rang, startling Bulma awake. She frowned, upset to have fallen asleep.
"What?" Vegeta grumbled, answering the phone. Even if he was awake, there was no reason for someone to call him THIS early. "What!?" His eyes grew wide. "Kami. Is she ok?…Where are you?…We'll meet you there."
"What was that all about?" Bulma demanded, unable to mask her fear. It was Goku's voice she'd distinctly heard on the other line.
"Chi-Chi's being rushed to the Emergency Room," he said quickly, frantically pulling on his pants. "Hurry up, get dressed. I need to check on my mother, and I'll meet you in the car. Don't ask questions, just go."
Bulma swallowed hard and did as she was told, all the while praying that she and the baby were safe.
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Bulma and Vegeta ran awkwardly into the hospital; one of his arms around her shoulders, the other under her belly. The receptionist did not help the situation, when she informed them that only family was allowed beyond the ER doors. Vegeta snapped a few choice curse words and turned his back on her, helping Bulma sit down.
"Call Goku's cell phone," Bulma suggested, biting her nails nervously.
"I'm not going to disturb them," he retorted, startling her.
"I agree," came 18's solemn voice. They looked up to see her and Krillin. 17 and Maris were just walking in as well. Obviously they'd all been called. "Whatever happened, there's nothing we can do. We need to wait until one of them comes to see us."
Bulma hung her head and nodded. Of course they were right.
"I need some water," she said to herself, tried to stand, but was forced back down by Vegeta.
"I'll get it," he said, almost angrily. Bulma sighed and shrugged.
"Like it matters," she wanted to say, but kept quiet and let him do as he pleased.
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"I'm fine, I promise," Chi-Chi said for what seemed like the hundredth time. But every still felt the need to crowd around her, each wanting a chance to see for themselves, though, of course, none of them were doctors.
"What happened, again?" Krillin asked, holding her hand. He'd been so afraid for her, he was not going to let go yet.
"It was a false alarm," she explained, unable to control the wide grin on her features. "It happens sometimes. There wasn't even enough blood that I'll have any side effects. I forget what the doctor called it, something really weird. But me and the baby are perfectly healthy, so—" She pulled her hand free from Krillin's grasp. "—you can all stop babying me," she laughed. She gave Krillin a quick kiss on the cheek before lying back on her pillows, which everyone had felt the need to fluff.
"You really gave us a scare, Chi," Bulma sighed, the fear still coursing through her veins. Not only was her body still scared for her, but she was scared for herself. What if that happened to her? What if it wasn't a false alarm for her? What if she loses Trunks before she even sees him?
She forced a convincing smile to keep anyone from asking questions.
"I'm good, B. I swear." She smiled that way only she could, but then her eyes seemed to catch something that wasn't there before, something she would have noticed had everyone not been so hysterical. "Bulma, did something happen tonight?"
"What'd you mean?" Bulma had no clue what she was talking about.
"Vegeta," Chi-Chi said, turning to him. "What happened?"
Vegeta looked up and smiled as much as he could, which wasn't much, but enough to tell Chi-Chi exactly what she wanted to know.
"Good job, 'Get," she said, smiling brightly. "I knew you had it in you somewhere…How's your mom doing?"
"Fine."
"Good."
"Umm, can I butt in?" Goku said, looking from his girlfriend to his best friend.
"Sure honey," Chi-Chi laughed.
"What's going on?"
"Vegeta and Bulma finally made up. They're a couple again."
Goku, along with everyone in the room, let out a loud gasp. There were a million and one questions flying around at once, until Vegeta made his voice heard, silencing everyone.
"You missed something, woman," he said, his lips curling into a smirk. He looked to Bulma quickly before saying another word. She nodded slowly, unable to keep from smiling. "We're getting married."
The room erupted with sound again, and Bulma and Vegeta couldn't help but laugh. They were finally together, finally happy…finally.
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---Chapter 16! :) My guess is everyone liked this one, heehee. I think I did a very good job myself. I'm debating on if I want to make one last chapter, just to tie everything up, or just leave it as it is. I guess I'll let my awesome readers decide.
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