"Well that went better than I expected."
Vegeta grunted. Bulma was lying in Vegeta's arms on the sofa. They had just got back from telling Bulma's mum about Bulma being pregnant. The TV was on, but neither of them were really concentrating on it. Bulma looked up at Vegeta' expressionless face.
"Hey what's wrong? What are you thinking about?"
Vegeta didn't say anything. Bulma waved her hand in front of his face.
"Hello! Earth to Veggie!"
Vegeta snapped out of his trance and looked at her.
"Huh? What?"
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Oh come on Vegeta. Please? You can tell me, you know you can. Is it about the baby?"
"Kinda. I was just trying to imagine what it will be like to have a kid."
Bulma laughed half heartedly.
"How do you think your manic father will react when he finds out?"
"Dunno. And to be honest with you I don't really want to find out."
Just then the phone ran. Vegeta picked the phone up from the table next to the sofa.
"Hello?"
Vegeta held the phone away from his ear as Dr.Briefs yelled into it. Bulma sat up and Vegeta handed her the phone. He smirked at her.
"Speak of the devil."
Bulma smiled. Her father was still yelling down the phone.
"Dad! Will you just be quiet for a moment! I can't understand a word you're saying!"
The phone went quiet and Bulma was finally able to hold it to her ear.
"Dad, you still there?"
"Of course I'm still here!"
"I take it mum told you the news."
"You bet she did. How could you be so irresponsible Bulma? I thought you were smarter than this!"
"Why can't you just be happy for us dad! Mum was!"
"Because you're too young!"
"Dad I'm a grown woman for god sake! Mum was only a year older than I am when she had me!"
"That was different. Your mother and I were totally in love."
"Vegeta and I are totally in love dad!"
"And your mum and I were married!"
Bulma was silent. She didn't have anything to answer back to that with.
"Fine, well weather you like it not, I am pregnant and there's nothing you can do about that, so good bye!"
Bulma slammed the phone down on the receiver. Vegeta looked at her.
"What did he say?"
"Well he's not happy about it."
"Obviously!"
"He's just refusing to be happy about it! I don't know why. My mum was only a year older than I am when she had me, and he said it was different because my mum and him where married before they had me…"
A blush crept across both their faces.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Well, um…why don't we…"
Bulma looked into Vegeta's eyes. He stared back at her.
"Vegeta? What…what are you saying? Y…you…want…to get
married?"
"Um…"
Bulma stared into his eyes.
Oh god please say yes!
"I guess so."
Bulma squealed and threw her arms round Vegeta's neck. Vegeta fell backwards on the sofa and Bulma fell on top of him laughing.
"Get off me woman!"
"Oh sorry."
Bulma laughed, but didn't get up. She just lay there with him.
"So. Are we really going to get married?"
"What do you think?"
Bulma giggled and kissed him on the cheek. Vegeta curled his arms round her and brought her closer to him. Bulma smiled and closed her eyes. Vegeta shook her a few minutes later.
"Woman don't go to sleep. You still have to make my lunch."
Bulma sat up and swung her legs over the side of the sofa. She stood up over Vegeta and he smirked at her.
"And what does his highness request for lunch?"
"Anything, as long as it's brought and you haven't cooked it."
Bulma picked up a cushion and hit him with it. Vegeta picked up another one and threw it at her. Bulma ducked and it missed her. Vegeta smirked at her and she smiled back. She leant down and gave him a kiss before walking out into the kitchen.