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Chap 5: Surprise!
The two were wrapped in the moment. They stood in the doorway, oblivious to anything but each other. Vegeta's hands held Bulma's hips to his; she had her arms wrapped lightly around his neck.
"Ahem."
They broke apart as if lightning had struck. Villa stood a few feet away from them smiling mischievously. A flash of red graced Vegeta's cheeks then quickly disappeared. He turned to Bulma and whispered, "We'll finish this later, onna." He walked by Villa and went up the stairs, presumably to his room in the East wing.
Bulma's face felt as if it were on fire, "Uh-uh-" she stuttered.
Villa smiled, "Calm down, don't be embarrassed. It's not as if I haven't caught anyone else in this house making out before. I've been caught a few times myself when I was younger."
Somehow that only made Bulma more embarrassed. Villa was like a second mother to her, her own was always off traveling with her many boyfriends, basically abandoning her. Her mother had once even dated Yamcha, two years ago, when he had just turned 19. And Yamcha wanted her now? 'EW!', she thought, disgusted.
Villa was everything her mother wasn't: kind, considerate, and caring; a real mother. Not someone who pushed their daughter off on the streets because she didn't feel like having the responsibility of her thirteen and fifteen year old children; leaving them for dead before she pushed them on Roshi to raise them.
It hadn't been all bad. Bulma had met all her friends and learned self defense; though because she was the youngest of the group everybody felt protective of her, she didn't have to use the lesson's much. Though if she wanted to she could easily kill her opponent. Looking at Villa, who was still smiling, Bulma couldn't help but thinking of her as a surrogate mother, "That doesn't make me feel any better."
Villa laughed, "It's not that bad. Com'on let's go see what new toys are in your room."
"Roshi got me some new stuff?"
"Yes, more equipment, but I got you some new clothes.", Villa had always wanted a daughter; Bulma was as close as one came. Villa had been shot in a mob war a year after Yamcha was born; the bullet had punctured her uterus, leaving heavy scar tissues around her uterine walls. She couldn't have any more children.
Bulma's eyes lit up, Villa had great taste in clothing, "I can't wait to see it."
"Then come on, little one."
"Don't insult my height, so I'm only 5'2", give me a break. It's not like I'm really, really short. And I'm not thirteen anymore."
They started up the marble stairs, Villa laughed again, "We've called you that since we can remember. I think Vegeta came up with it, maybe, it might have been Roshi. Anyway, one of them called you that while you were attempting to do something, probably training, and you got so mad." She chuckled, enjoying the memory, "Actually, it must have been Vegeta, he was the one that came in with the bloody nose."
Bulma laughed, "I remember now. Oh, I was so mad at him. I thought I was so tough. I knocked him right in the nose!" she frowned, "And then her tackled me and gave me a black eye and about a billion bruises."
"Trying to make him apologize was almost as bad as trying to get you to talk to him again without killing him."
They turned down the East wing; Bulma's room was directly across from Vegeta's. "I may be short but I'm extremely lethal."
Villa opened her door on the verge of hysterical laughter. Bulma's room was decorated in a bright shade cerulean. When she was 14 Roshi had ordered her room completely redone. Like the others' rooms it was one main color with different shaded accents. Each had their own color: Bulma, cerulean, Chi-chi, purple, 18, yellow, Krillin, green, Goku, orange, and Vegeta, black.
The queen size canopy bed in the middle of the room was piled high with different sized boxes. Villa sat on the edge, "Are you going to stare at them or open them?'
"Open, definitely open them."
The first box was high tech computer equipment, some stuff she knew the military was still testing. The next few boxes were Recognizance technology, things needed to study an enemy or a place where a job or hit was meant to be. The last few boxes were all clothing. Shirts, skirts, pants, shoes, boots, underwear; all designer brands. She even received some make up, too. Well, Villa only bought the best. "Thank you. Did everyone else get as much?"
"As far as I know."
The boxes were removed from her bed and Bulma flopped down on the soft mattress, "I'm so tired."
"Take a nap; I'll wake you at one for at late lunch, ok? That gives you about," she looked at her watch," six hours of sleep."
"Sounds great. Thanks again, Villa."
Villa opened the door, "No problem, honey. Sleep well." The door shut softly.
Bulma's head it the pillow and she fell right asleep.
She woke to a knock on the door, she drowsily said, "Who is it?"
Chi-chi's voice sounded through the door, "It's me, Sleepy."
"Com'on in, Grumpy." The door opened and Chi-chi sat next to her on the bed, "Villa said for you to come down for lunch, she would have some herself but Goku is trying to steal the food she's cooking."
"Where is everyone else?"
"Eighteen is helping Krillin keep Goku away from Villa's cooking, Vegeta is outside in the dojo practicing his katas, Yamcha is off somewhere, and Roshi is in his office talking to Nappa." Chi-chi paused, "The hit on Tien will be tonight."
"Oh. Did anybody happen to warn him?"
"Roshi has a guy following him; he's blissfully ignorant of all of this."
"You know this has happened before, but never to someone so close to all of us. Poor Tien."
"He knew the rules Bulma, there's nothing we could do. If Roshi found out we had protected him, he would have killed us off too, it's just they way things are."
"Has Vegeta talked to Roshi about-"
"About taking a break, going into a semblance of a normal life? Yeah. Roshi said he'll think about it. He'll give us a couple years off, and then call us back into duty. It reminds me of the army."
"It does. What are you and Goku going to do with some off time?"
Chi-chi face brightened, "We might get married."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I hope so. It's the only off time we'll ever have."
"As long as I'm a bridesmaid, you have my blessing."
"Maid of Honor." Chi-chi corrected, a look of disappointment crossed her face, it turned quickly into one of distraction "There's only one slight problem."
"What would that be?"
"Oh boy, didn't mean to let that slip."
"What is it? Chi if you don't tell me-"
"I'll tell you...give me a minute."
"Is it something bad?"
"Depends on your point of view."
"Chi what is it?"
"You won't get mad or anything will you?"
"You're like a sister to me, I wouldn't get mad at you unless there was a real good reason. Stop acting like a little kid who just got detention! I wouldn't have a reason to get mad you do I?"
"This might be a good reason to get mad at me."
Bulma was at a complete loss at what was going on. She would stick by Chi-chi till the end of the world, whatever this problem was. "Well?"
Chi-chi took a deep breath, "I'm pregnant."
Bulma's face vaulted and her eyes widened, "You're kidding?"
"No."
"AHHHHH! That's so great! I'm so happy for you!" Bulma enveloped her friend in a huge hug, "Did you tell Goku? When did you find out? AHHHHH, I'm going to be an aunt!"
"Shhhh! NO! I haven't told him yet and I found out earlier today. Just keep it to yourself for a couple of hours, I'm telling Goku after dinner."
"I'll try, but you know this is really big. It's going to be hard."
"Tell me about it. I had to tell someone else before I burst."
They laughed together. Another knock sounded on the door, Villa stuck her head in, "Com'on girls lunch. Hurry before the boys get to it first. Eighteen can only stand guard so long."
