Hello, I know I promised I would have this up weeks ago but many things
(especially school) got in the way. So anyway, without further ado I
present to you Chapter 13.
Chapter 13: Tender Moments
Hours later that night, Videl was having trouble getting to sleep. The baby was kicking but it wasn't kicking constantly instead it would kick just as she was nodding off. Videl rolled over on to her back but the weight of the baby made her feel like she was suffocating. She rolled onto her other side and was met with Gohan's face, wide-awake.
"What are you doing?" Videl asked.
"Looking at you," Gohan said.
"Obviously, why aren't you asleep?" Videl asked, rubbing her eyes, sleepily.
"Can't sleep, you're wriggling too much," Gohan said, smiling at the look that crossed Videl's face.
"It's not my fault, the baby keeps kicking me," Videl said, frowning as the baby kicked her again.
"Maybe, it's trying to tell you something," Gohan suggested.
"Like?" Videl said, sceptical.
"I don't know, let me check," Gohan said. He raised his head and rested it on Videl's stomach. A look of intense concentration crossed his face as he pretended to be listening intently. Videl giggled.
"What's it saying?" she said.
"It says it's lonely, so it was doing warm ups to wake you up," Gohan replied.
"Oh really," Videl said, eyeing the top of Gohan's head as he continued to listen to Videl's stomach. Suddenly, he felt something and he drew his head back quickly.
"What was that?" he asked.
"It's kicking," Videl said. She took Gohan's hand in her own and rested it on the spot where the baby was kicking.
"Can you feel it?" Videl asked. Gohan nodded. The room was silent for a rare minute. All were caught up in the awe of the moment. An experience that wouldn't leave them for their days. And the baby, though being the main contributor of said moment, wouldn't remember a thing.
~*~
Bulma pulled her pillow over her head as she heard cries from Bra's room down the hall.
"Woman, the brat's crying," Vegeta muttered groggily. Bra's sleeping habits, or lack thereof, were getting to everyone.
"I know," Bulma mumbled. She squeezed her eyes shut praying that Bra would stop crying. However, Bra didn't heed her mother's prayers and the little saiyan princess continued to cry. Bulma sighed diligently. She dragged her head out from under her pillow and swung her legs to the ground in an exhausted fashion. Slipping her feet into her slippers she stood up yawning. As she walked past the end of the bed she poked Vegeta in the foot.
"Maybe you should get her next time," she mumbled. Vegeta simply grunted. Bulma snorted at such a thought of Vegeta helping with a baby. The only part he ever helped in was the making part. Bulma trudged down the hall till she reached the door to the nursery. She pushed the door open.
"Hey sweetie, what's up now?" Bulma asked, walking over to the crib and picking up the little girl. Bra's cries became quiet sobs once she was in her mother's arms.
"What's wrong with you now. You know, you really know how to push people to breaking point. Must've picked that up from your father." The little girl let out a sob in response. Bulma nursed her, rocking backwards and forwards, side to side, as Bra's sobs quietened till it appeared she was asleep. Silently, Bulma gently placed the little girl back into her crib. She held her breath as Bra let out a chocked sob before settling down again, blue eyes drifting shut. Bulma breathed a sigh relief and tiptoed out of the room but just as she was closing the door Bra let out a cry. Bulma cursed her bad luck under her breath. She walked over to the crib and lifted the crying child into her arms. The cries stopped immediately as Bra snuggled into her mother's chest. Bulma left her that way for a few minutes and then slowly pulled the baby away from her as gently as possible. Bra, however, had caught onto this trick and she let out a sob. Bulma stopped her attempt to put her back to bed. Once it seemed obvious that Bra wasn't planning on going to sleep unless she was in her mother's arms, Bulma decided there was no point staying in the stuffy nursery. She grabbed a thick blanket from Bra's cupboard. Wrapping it around herself she walked quietly up to her own room. She crossed the main bedroom and with one hand, she unlocked the French doors leading out onto the small balcony. It was a reasonably warm night for December. She stood there, daughter in arms, hair rippling around in the breeze, admiring the late night city skyline. She didn't feel the presence behind her.
"Woman, you're going to get sick, standing out here," Vegeta's voice came from somewhere behind her. Bulma turned around to see Vegeta leaning against the doorframe, usual expression painted on his stern face.
"What do you care?" she challenged.
"Well, I don't particularly feel like looking after the brats because you were stupid," he responded.
"So, really it has nothing to do with the fact that you'd hate to see your darling wife sick in bed," Bulma threw back.
"I thought you'd done enough of that. It's all you did when you were pregnant with her," Vegeta said, motioning to their daughter, asleep in Bulma's arms.
"Well, if you're so worried about me getting sick why don't you come over here and warm me up," she smirked and turned back to the skyline. A few seconds later, she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist, pulling her close. She leaned into Vegeta's chest; grip still tight on their daughter.
"Warm?" he questioned in a whisper. She nodded to best of her ability but he got the message loud and clear. They remained that way for almost a quarter of an hour before Bulma had to break the silence.
"Vegeta, no matter how comfortable I am at the moment, if I don't put Bra down my arms are going to give way." Disappointed, Vegeta slowly slid his arms out from around her waist. Bulma turned around.
"Could you take her for a moment?" she pleaded. Vegeta held out his arms and Bulma transferred the sleeping child into his hands.
"Thank you so much," Bulma said, shaking the numbness out of her arms, "She gets heavy after a while." Vegeta revoked his gaze from Bulma down to his sleeping daughter. She looked so peaceful as she unconsciously snuggled further into her father's chesst.
"She sucks her thumb," Vegeta commented in mild surprise.
"Yeah, she must get it from me, I used to up until I was about 8," Bulma explained. Vegeta nodded. Bulma cocked her head to one side as she watched Vegeta gaze intently at his daughter. The silence was pleasant but a comment niggled at the back of her mind and Bulma was just dying to say it.
"Maybe Mr tough Veggie likes his daughter more than it appears," she smirked before she realised how she was starting to act like Vegeta too much. Vegeta's mouth settled into an agitated scowl and he hurriedly handed Bra back to Bulma.
"What ever gave you such a ridiculous idea?!" he stalked back to bed in a huff.
Bulma smiled at Vegeta's retreating back.
"I love you too, Vegeta."
~*~
Videl scowled at the constant assault on her internal organs. It just wasn't fair. Gohan could sleep as much as he wanted and she had to put up with this crap. She glanced at Gohan who was fast asleep next to her. She was mentally exhausted from the earlier incident with Hayley. Thinking back to the bitchy comments Hayley had thrown at her, Videl couldn't find a reason as to why Hayley would consider her a slut. It was not like she had been a slutty person back in high school. For one, she had never dressed like Hayley and her friends, whose clothes showed more skin than they covered. All Videl had ever wanted was to be respected for her own talents not just because she was 'Hercule's daughter.' Anyway, who needs anyone like Hayley when she had Gohan, Videl thought with a smile. She then noticed the inner peace - baby wise. Jumping at the opportunity for sleep she snuggled up to Gohan, kissed him on the nose and went to sleep.
~*~
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Chapter 13: Tender Moments
Hours later that night, Videl was having trouble getting to sleep. The baby was kicking but it wasn't kicking constantly instead it would kick just as she was nodding off. Videl rolled over on to her back but the weight of the baby made her feel like she was suffocating. She rolled onto her other side and was met with Gohan's face, wide-awake.
"What are you doing?" Videl asked.
"Looking at you," Gohan said.
"Obviously, why aren't you asleep?" Videl asked, rubbing her eyes, sleepily.
"Can't sleep, you're wriggling too much," Gohan said, smiling at the look that crossed Videl's face.
"It's not my fault, the baby keeps kicking me," Videl said, frowning as the baby kicked her again.
"Maybe, it's trying to tell you something," Gohan suggested.
"Like?" Videl said, sceptical.
"I don't know, let me check," Gohan said. He raised his head and rested it on Videl's stomach. A look of intense concentration crossed his face as he pretended to be listening intently. Videl giggled.
"What's it saying?" she said.
"It says it's lonely, so it was doing warm ups to wake you up," Gohan replied.
"Oh really," Videl said, eyeing the top of Gohan's head as he continued to listen to Videl's stomach. Suddenly, he felt something and he drew his head back quickly.
"What was that?" he asked.
"It's kicking," Videl said. She took Gohan's hand in her own and rested it on the spot where the baby was kicking.
"Can you feel it?" Videl asked. Gohan nodded. The room was silent for a rare minute. All were caught up in the awe of the moment. An experience that wouldn't leave them for their days. And the baby, though being the main contributor of said moment, wouldn't remember a thing.
~*~
Bulma pulled her pillow over her head as she heard cries from Bra's room down the hall.
"Woman, the brat's crying," Vegeta muttered groggily. Bra's sleeping habits, or lack thereof, were getting to everyone.
"I know," Bulma mumbled. She squeezed her eyes shut praying that Bra would stop crying. However, Bra didn't heed her mother's prayers and the little saiyan princess continued to cry. Bulma sighed diligently. She dragged her head out from under her pillow and swung her legs to the ground in an exhausted fashion. Slipping her feet into her slippers she stood up yawning. As she walked past the end of the bed she poked Vegeta in the foot.
"Maybe you should get her next time," she mumbled. Vegeta simply grunted. Bulma snorted at such a thought of Vegeta helping with a baby. The only part he ever helped in was the making part. Bulma trudged down the hall till she reached the door to the nursery. She pushed the door open.
"Hey sweetie, what's up now?" Bulma asked, walking over to the crib and picking up the little girl. Bra's cries became quiet sobs once she was in her mother's arms.
"What's wrong with you now. You know, you really know how to push people to breaking point. Must've picked that up from your father." The little girl let out a sob in response. Bulma nursed her, rocking backwards and forwards, side to side, as Bra's sobs quietened till it appeared she was asleep. Silently, Bulma gently placed the little girl back into her crib. She held her breath as Bra let out a chocked sob before settling down again, blue eyes drifting shut. Bulma breathed a sigh relief and tiptoed out of the room but just as she was closing the door Bra let out a cry. Bulma cursed her bad luck under her breath. She walked over to the crib and lifted the crying child into her arms. The cries stopped immediately as Bra snuggled into her mother's chest. Bulma left her that way for a few minutes and then slowly pulled the baby away from her as gently as possible. Bra, however, had caught onto this trick and she let out a sob. Bulma stopped her attempt to put her back to bed. Once it seemed obvious that Bra wasn't planning on going to sleep unless she was in her mother's arms, Bulma decided there was no point staying in the stuffy nursery. She grabbed a thick blanket from Bra's cupboard. Wrapping it around herself she walked quietly up to her own room. She crossed the main bedroom and with one hand, she unlocked the French doors leading out onto the small balcony. It was a reasonably warm night for December. She stood there, daughter in arms, hair rippling around in the breeze, admiring the late night city skyline. She didn't feel the presence behind her.
"Woman, you're going to get sick, standing out here," Vegeta's voice came from somewhere behind her. Bulma turned around to see Vegeta leaning against the doorframe, usual expression painted on his stern face.
"What do you care?" she challenged.
"Well, I don't particularly feel like looking after the brats because you were stupid," he responded.
"So, really it has nothing to do with the fact that you'd hate to see your darling wife sick in bed," Bulma threw back.
"I thought you'd done enough of that. It's all you did when you were pregnant with her," Vegeta said, motioning to their daughter, asleep in Bulma's arms.
"Well, if you're so worried about me getting sick why don't you come over here and warm me up," she smirked and turned back to the skyline. A few seconds later, she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist, pulling her close. She leaned into Vegeta's chest; grip still tight on their daughter.
"Warm?" he questioned in a whisper. She nodded to best of her ability but he got the message loud and clear. They remained that way for almost a quarter of an hour before Bulma had to break the silence.
"Vegeta, no matter how comfortable I am at the moment, if I don't put Bra down my arms are going to give way." Disappointed, Vegeta slowly slid his arms out from around her waist. Bulma turned around.
"Could you take her for a moment?" she pleaded. Vegeta held out his arms and Bulma transferred the sleeping child into his hands.
"Thank you so much," Bulma said, shaking the numbness out of her arms, "She gets heavy after a while." Vegeta revoked his gaze from Bulma down to his sleeping daughter. She looked so peaceful as she unconsciously snuggled further into her father's chesst.
"She sucks her thumb," Vegeta commented in mild surprise.
"Yeah, she must get it from me, I used to up until I was about 8," Bulma explained. Vegeta nodded. Bulma cocked her head to one side as she watched Vegeta gaze intently at his daughter. The silence was pleasant but a comment niggled at the back of her mind and Bulma was just dying to say it.
"Maybe Mr tough Veggie likes his daughter more than it appears," she smirked before she realised how she was starting to act like Vegeta too much. Vegeta's mouth settled into an agitated scowl and he hurriedly handed Bra back to Bulma.
"What ever gave you such a ridiculous idea?!" he stalked back to bed in a huff.
Bulma smiled at Vegeta's retreating back.
"I love you too, Vegeta."
~*~
Videl scowled at the constant assault on her internal organs. It just wasn't fair. Gohan could sleep as much as he wanted and she had to put up with this crap. She glanced at Gohan who was fast asleep next to her. She was mentally exhausted from the earlier incident with Hayley. Thinking back to the bitchy comments Hayley had thrown at her, Videl couldn't find a reason as to why Hayley would consider her a slut. It was not like she had been a slutty person back in high school. For one, she had never dressed like Hayley and her friends, whose clothes showed more skin than they covered. All Videl had ever wanted was to be respected for her own talents not just because she was 'Hercule's daughter.' Anyway, who needs anyone like Hayley when she had Gohan, Videl thought with a smile. She then noticed the inner peace - baby wise. Jumping at the opportunity for sleep she snuggled up to Gohan, kissed him on the nose and went to sleep.
~*~
Well, please Review it's the little button down there and if you do I will be at 100 reviews! YAY! Next Chapter: Videl and Gohan have to survive Christmas at C.C. Fun for all!
See ya!