A/n I know it totally sucks that I gave you a cliffhanger but it's worth it. I really don't want you people to think I'm rushing things with this story. Thanks for all the reviews! I love them more than I love my family. Lol.

I'm gonna have more time to read and write, since we're gonna be officially moving next week. After that, I'll basically be typing away to my heart's desire when I'm not hanging with all my buddies, making this summer one of the best (hopefully) ever. Don't worry, Saturday will be forever update day unless there's an emergency.

BTW, people who don't read my journal on degrassi.tv, I've been compiling songs for an OZRAB soundtrack thing. It's a little dorky to do but, as I've stated a lot, music was a huge influence for this fic. The whole story popped into my head after listening to the newest Blink-182 CD that is untitled. It's long story but involved my family and a really long car ride at midnight. I had the CD on really loud, with the bass turned up and I really listened to the CD. Then, about a week later I was writing OZRAB.

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Disclaimer: I should write some big long disclaimer about how I don't own DBZ or anything for that matter but I really want you people to read my story so I won't say a disclaimer. I don't own DBZ by the way. Oh, wait I wasn't gonna do a disclaimer.

Oh, Zat Ring A Bell

Chapter 12

When Kami Closes A Door...

It was 7 am. Bulma had just finished running over the data for the seventh time. She didn't want to think of it as obsessive or a way of denial. It was more of a brief going over of facts. Cold, hard facts that filled her with so much anger she was going to explode. She was still sitting there, hunched over her computer as her father walked in to make coffee.

" Hello Bulma. My, you're up quite early. What are you doing?" Mr. Briefs walked over to the computer, smiling as the scent of brewing coffee perked up the air.

" You got any special projects to work on Daddy?" Her tone was sickly-sweet as Bulma turned to her father. The man who told her everything, the man who always said that he wanted to protect her from the bad things.

He looked at the screen. " Vegeta didn't tell you."

" No Dad, he didn't. When the hell were you going to tell me that you were assisting him on leaving?" Bulma was beyond anger, beyond sadness. She had now entered an odd combination of complete peace and complete bitterness.

" It was his job to tell you." Dr. Briefs was a wise man. He was old enough to know when to talk and when to run. He decided to run. He gave his daughter a comforting squeeze on the shoulder and left without coffee.

Vegeta reached over to her side of the bed and found it surprisingly empty. The woman was never up this early. He mentally scolded himself for even caring where she was and got up and dressed.

Downstairs was eerily quiet. There was no humming from Mrs. Briefs or the crumple of Mr. Briefs' morning paper. Breakfast was cooked and at the table and both parents ate silently. Vegeta raised a brow and decided to head out to the gravity room and get breakfast later. The mood of the room was starting to freak him out.

Bulma wasn't in the gravity room. She didn't come to nag or flirt with him. It was driving him crazy. He shouldn't have cared. Vegeta had wanted her to ignore him. It would be easily to cut her off if she was pissed off.

After ten minutes of no training, Vegeta left towards the lab.

When he arrived in the house, the regular babble was going on. Dr. Briefs was talking to his cat and his wife was watching her soap operas. Bulma wasn't anywhere in the kitchen or living room and he didn't hear her upstairs. Vegeta pushed the button to open the lab door and was surprised to find Bulma sitting calmly at her desk looking through a navy folder with a little strip of yellow on the front. He'd seen that folder before, somewhere. Before he walked in, he pondered it for a minute. Oh hell, he thought as she turned to him with no emotion on her face. Oh hell.

" Go to hell Vegeta. I have no idea where you got the idea that you could just pick up things and leave me. You can't just dump Bulma Bunny Briefs like that!" she all but leapt out of the chair and started towards him.

Vegeta was too confused to laugh at the fact that Bulma's middle name was Bunny. " I can go wherever I want to."

" Fine Vegeta. If you want to go, leave. Leave now you stupid, inconsiderate bastard!" Bulma picked up some useless bauble off her desk and flung it at him with all her might. It pissed her off even more when he caught it easily.

" Fine!" Vegeta glared at her. How dare she be upset at him!

" Fine!" Bulma glared right back. How dare he dump her!

Vegeta turned to leave, " Fine!"

The door shut silently. Bulma paced and picked up a useless paperweight from her desk, she turned and hurled it against the wall. The bauble smashed, sending a million shards of shimmering glass to the floor.

The next week flew by. Vegeta left then came back for the ship. Of course, the ship was not completely done but he took it anyway. Bulma didn't care and didn't bat an eye when he came back to steal the ship.

The week after that Bulma's mother had two big bowls of vanilla ice cream on the table. Bulma searched through the cabinets to find something.

" I know it's here." Bulma looked and looked then turned to the fridge.

Bulma's mother was smart. Although she could be ditzy, she was keen. Mrs. Briefs knew when her daughter was heart-broken. She was just waiting for Bulma to talk about it. Ice cream always helped.

Bulma turned around with a triumphant smile on her face. " Just what I was looking for." She got a plate and a knife and began choosing different items from the jar she had set down. " I don't know why but I just been having a craving for this." She picked up the chunks of food and sprinkled them on her ice cream.

Mrs. Briefs smiled. " GCs, dear."

" What?" Bulma gave her mother an odd look and dug in to her ice cream.

She watched as her mother pointed towards Bulma's bowl.

" That's an unusual topping for ice cream dear."

Bulma looked down, " Mom, no." Bulma had sprinkled chopped up pickles on her ice cream. " Damn it!" She began to pace the room. " I so don't need a baby right now! I'm about to take over one of the largest companies in the known world!"

" At least the baby will be good looking!" Her mother piped up happily. " I'm going to be a grandma! I've been wanting this since the moment I laid eyes on you and Vegeta fighting." She jumped out of her chair when Bulma stopped pacing, " I saw you two fighting and just knew you'd be together!"

" Mom, " Bulma began but her mother kept babbling, " Mother."

" Yes Bulma! Mother-to-be!"

" FYI! WE ARE NOT TOGETHER!" she screamed at her mother. "Now, we have to go to the drugstore and get a test, just to be sure."

" Fine. Let's go."

Bulma had no idea that drugstores were open at one in the morning. She bought ten pregnancy tests, two of every brand in the store, then had hurried home with her mother to take them.

" Test number eight is positive." Mrs. Briefs announced.

" Well we'll try test number nine, just incase. Test number eight was only 98.5 percent accurate. Number nine is 99.8 percent accurate."

"Whatever you say dear."

All ten tests had been positive. Bulma calmly broke the news to her father and he calmly accepted it. Bulma then reared back at him and began ranting about how stupid her father was for building a ship for Vegeta behind her back.

" It was Vegeta's decision." Was all her father said.

" Damn Vegeta! Damn Yamcha! Damn Dad! Damn……….damn." Bulma shouted in her bedroom. " You better not be a boy." She told her stomach. Then Bulma noticed it. When did she get this big? Well, it wasn't a dramatic increase but her belly was pretty bloated. " Why didn't I notice this? Why didn't Vegeta? He's seen my naked form enough to have noticed something."

Bulma just huffed and sat on her bed. " Well we're going to become a little family." She told to her belly again. " Just me, you, and my parents. You'll love it. You'll hang out with Gohan and I'll have Goku teach you to fight. I'll rope Yamcha into babysitting. It'll be great and Vegeta-free. I doubt he'll bother to even talk to me, not that I want him to or anything. Your father is a big, ugly jerk who didn't have to leave he could've just broken up with me." Bulma didn't know that she had begun to cry until she reached a hand up to her cheek.

" Vegeta sucks." Was all she said as she laid back and stopped crying. Enough about him, she thought, this baby is the only thing I need.

Time flew when you were pregnant, Bulma thought happily as she looked out the window. Her mother was driving her to her doctor's appointment. She patted her stomach. Only a month left, she mused. Bulma had decided to not find out what the baby's sex would be until she delivered.

" I better not have a boy!" Bulma announced. " I'm sick and tired of men! All my friends are men and I don't need a reminder of my ex- boyfriends. Even my doctor is a man!"

" You seem to say that all the time, dear." Her mother smiled, " I hope you have a girl! You can name her Bura! Or Bunny!"

Bulma playfully stuck her tongue out at her mother, " Bura's a dumb name."

" Oh you say that now." Mrs. Briefs mumbled under her breath and burst out into loud, maniacal laughter.

" Stop that. You're scaring me." Bulma gave her mother an odd look as they pulled into the parking lot.

" I named him Trunks! I'm so glad I got a little boy! I've always wanted to have a boy, especially as cute as my little Trunksy-wunksy!" Bulma held up her baby boy.

Yamcha smiled, although he was sad. Bulma was supposed to be his girlfriend, his wife, and the mother of his child. " That's great. I'm happy for you."

" No you're not. Yamcha, I'm sorry." Bulma put down the gurgling baby and laid a hand on his shoulder.

Yamcha shook his head, " Don't be. I'm just glad you didn't cheat on me."

Bulma cleared her throat; " I would never have cheated on you. You were a decent boyfriend."

" Ya know, he looks a lot like Vegeta. Same eyes and nose."

Bulma let out a little laugh, " Don't remind me."

It was here. On the other hand, maybe she should say, "they are here." It was the day that all the guys were supposed to meet and fight. The day everyone had devoted three years of training to. Of course, Bulma was going. What if the androids were even more of a threat than the future kid had said? She wanted to debut her beautiful baby boy to everyone incase any of them died.

This reminded her of something. Her baby boy happened to look a hell of a lot like that kid who came from the future. Maybe they were the same? Maybe, and most likely not. She shook the idea out of her thoughts and strapped Trunks into the car.

" It's time for you to meet the Z-team."

A/n Okay this chapter basically skipped around a lot but was needed. I was the same way with my little brother I was like, "I want another sister." Then I saw him and was like, " Oh I've always wanted another brother!" It was ironic and funny. Hey is Mrs. Briefs a psychic? No, she's just insane.

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