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Oh, Zat Rings A Bell

Chapter 13

When Workaholics Think Too Much

Everyone had decided to turn Bulma's home into Z-team headquarters. Cell had told everyone that he wanted them at a tournament and they decided that Bulma's house would be great to stay at.

Goku and Gohan were taking it easy, training here and there, and walking around in their super saiyan forms. Piccolo and Tien were gone doing their own thing. So were Krillin and Yamcha. Vegeta was doing something with, and this fact still freaked her out, their son from the future. And Bulma threw herself into work. When she wasn't helping her father with some stuff she was fixing training outfits. It was driving her nuts but she knew that she had to help them. They needed her.

Vegeta was a super saiyan. When Vegeta was off in space doing who-knows-what he became a super saiyan. It filled Bulma up with such pride and general happiness she considered lessening how angry she was with him. But then she would always remember the fact that Trunks, not Vegeta, was the one to save her and her baby from crashing and she would get angrier.

Damn Vegeta! Bulma slammed a fist on her desk. She hated him so much!

Damn woman! Vegeta slammed his fist into the wall of his bedroom. He hated her so much!

Even now, when he was trying to sleep, he couldn't stop thinking about her. He tried his hardest in space to quit liking her and it didn't work. Now, knowing that she was so close to him, his feelings increased.

He didn't understand why his feelings were like this! It was so bad that as soon as he had gotten a decent look at her and saw how happy she was without him he wanted to flip out.

Vegeta was beginning to think that he might have a mental problem.

Chi-chi looked very sad as she began dinner.

" Something wrong Chi?" Bulma asked.

" Nothing."

" Tell me."

" No."

" I'll keep at this for hours Chi-chi. Why do you think Vegeta left me?" Bulma let out a laugh and Chi-chi sighed.

" Goku."

Bulma smiled and knew what Chi-chi wanted to say about her devoted husband, " I have an idea."

Bulma had satisfying made sure Chi-chi problem would be solved and went to see her baby boy.

" Hello Trunks. How are you? I bet you missed Mommy while she was in the lab." She smiled at the child who looked like he was very sleepy.

Vegeta had paused at the door when he heard Bulma's voice. She sounded and looked very tired and it made Vegeta wonder what was wrong.

All of sudden Trunks began to cry loudly. Bulma picked him up, surprised at the outburst. " What's wrong hunny?" She began to rock Trunks but he kept crying, " Oh sweetheart." She murmured.

" He doesn't need to be coddled." Vegeta spoke quietly and was leaning against the doorjamb.

Bulma turned around, startled, " Vegeta."

" Yeah. By the way why did Kakkarot and his harpy scamper off to the forth floor?"

" Because I had an evil plan." Bulma wanted to smirk but couldn't.

Chi-Chi liked the large guestroom that took up a good portion of the fourth floor. It had a plush rose-colored carpet and the room was done in hues of red and pink. The bed was very large and had dark crimson sheets. Bulma was right. It was the perfect room for her idea.

" Are you sure she left it up here?" Goku asked innocently. He was looking through a closet for something Bulma had lost. However, Bulma hadn't lost anything.

He looked up at his wife, " Why aren't you looking?" he smiled and paused in his search. " Why did you just lock the door?"

A smirk formed over Chi-chi's lips as she advanced across the room.

" Chi-chi, what are you doing?" Goku's voice squeaked out before she lunged at him.

" What was the evil plan?" Vegeta's voice was very low and Bulma matched his level.

" Well Chi-chi was feeling under-appreciated and I thought it would be a great idea if they had wild monkey sex." Bulma put down Trunks and wanted to grin but couldn't.

" I really didn't need to know that." Vegeta shuddered in disgust.

" Why are you here?" Bulma blurted out.

Vegeta just stared at her blankly.

" That's our son." Bulma pointed towards Trunks. " What does that mean to you?"

Vegeta opened his mouth, then shut it. After a moment he spoke, " It means that he's the only connection between us." He turned and left, leaving Bulma confused.

It should be the only connection, Vegeta thought as he walked to his room, but it's not. It might never be.

Bulma was at the table looking very tired. She had pulled an all-nighter trying to get Vegeta out of her head. Just being a foot away from him charged her up like a teenager on a first date. It was horrible.

Goku came downstairs smiling. Bulma smiled back. " You look refreshed Goku. Have a good night of sleep?"

" You could say that," He picked up an apple and bit in, " You don't look like you have slept for days Bulma. What's wrong?"

" I have a lot on my mind." Bulma sipped her coffee.

Goku pulled a chair next to Bulma and kept his voice low, " If this is about Vegeta, you can tell me. It must be hard to have to deal with him leaving then being pregnant and not telling anyone."

You have no idea! She shouted in her head, wanted to open her mouth and scream it. Bulma shook her head; " I'm just busy."

" Okay."

Everyone else came down for breakfast and Bulma headed to work in the lab.

Goku took Vegeta aside and smiled.

" You need to talk to Bulma. She's been working herself to the bone and she only does it when she stressed about something. Or someone."

" I haven't noticed." Vegeta shrugged, "Now leave Kakkarot. Bulma's life is none of my business."

" Fine. Then I won't mention the fact that I saw her and Yamcha making out yesterday." Goku smiled when he saw Vegeta's fists clench.

" I don't care." He roared and caused Goku to take a step back.

" You should know her moods since you two were, you know, intimate. I'm, um, intimate with Chi-chi, and I can always tell when she's angry. By the way, I was lying about the Yamcha thing."

" You only know that your harpy is angry because she begins wielding a frying pan. Moreover, I guessed that. She is smart enough not to fall for a weakling."

" Talk to her. Please?" Goku asked and smiled.

" I might." Vegeta waved a hand and left.

" Is something wrong?" Trunks asked as he sat next to Bulma in the lab.

" No, for the millionth time already! I'm okay, trust me." Bulma sighed and stopped typing. She looked at him and tried a smile. " I'm just tense."

" Well I overheard father and Goku talking and…….."

" What'd he say?" Bulma asked then cringed at how eager her voice sounded.

" Goku's worried, Vegeta's not."

" Ugh! That is just like him, always thinking about him and not others! What a jerk!" Bulma turned back to her keyboard and began typing furiously.

"You're wrong. Dad likes you. He purposely stops training to go see you and little Trunks. He thinks I don't notice."

" That's fine." Why would she care? She didn't like him, or that's what she told herself. Bulma hissed out a breath. " Okay, I'm going to revisit high school for a moment and ask if you hear Vegeta say anything more about me can you tell me?"

" Of course Mom. Do you also want me to pass him a note in study hall?" Trunks chuckled.

" You're lucky I'm not going to ground you for that. You know what?" She shut off her computer and turned towards Trunks. " I know how you didn't get to know a lot about everyone. So ask me anything you wanna know about us."

" Are you and dad in love?" Trunks said without thinking.

Bulma just stared for a minute then tried to organize her thoughts, " Well I like him a lot and he did like me. Then again, who knows if he was up in space with someone else? Oh my Kami! What if he was? He was probably screwing some space skank while I was back here pregnant and alone trying to take over a billion-dollar company and dealing with saiyan baby. You really kicked a lot. You must get that from your dad all he does is train. Kinda like a hermit, a hot hermit, not like Master Roshi. He's a total pervert. It's disgusting." Bulma took a breath, " What was your question?"

" Never mind." Trunks smiled.

Vegeta watched her in the lab working her fingers to the bone and guzzling tons of coffee. He really needed to stop watching her so much. He didn't need her. Vegeta had turned super saiyan when she wasn't there so he probably would train better with her gone.

Kakkarot had even asked him to go talk to her. Didn't any of the nimrods that fought here know anything? Why would he spend his time talking to a woman who probably hated him? All these idiots just kept being nice to him, that risk was right up there with holding onto an exploding firework and playing in traffic.

Everyone on Earth must be insane. Except Bulma, she wasn't that crazy.

A/n Yay! Another chapter is complete! So, will Vegeta go talk to Bulma since Goku asked him politely? I dunno. In addition, why is Bulma so withdrawn and tired? Seems to me that all work and no play makes Bulma a sad, sad girl. But you'll have to read to find out. Hehe and did anyone catch the Chi-chi and Goku action?Iwrotethat to explain the conception of Goten.

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