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Chapter 14: The last days of Bulma and Vegeta.

Another three months had come and Bulma was days from her due date. Vegeta had stayed closer to the house in case he would be needed, but he trained vigorously. Vegeta was tired and decided to quit a little early so he walked into the house and entered the kitchen, he had put himself on another diet so he only filled a glass full of water. Bulma was sitting in the kitchen at the kitchen table, eating more food, as she did often in her highly pregnant state. Vegeta sat across from her and began gulping down his water, "so," she said, trying to strike up a conversation, "been training hard?" she said, knowing the answer.

"Not hard enough," a disgruntled Vegeta said

"Well, your getting stronger, I can tell," she said with her big smile on her face.

"How can you tell? You can't even sense energy," he said to her, a little confused.

"It's my woman's intuition," she said proudly with a wink to Vegeta.

He gave out a quick laugh and shook his head, then he looked up to her, "yeah, we all know how good you are at using that." They both began laughing, in these times, they needed to laugh. With under a year until the androids came, and any day now until the baby was born, things were really tense.

"So how strong are you now?" she asked when their laughing died down. Vegeta grunted a little, not ready to say if he was proud of his level or ashamed.

He sat back in his chair and finished his drink and then sighed and looked up at her. "Well, the best way to describe it…I guess would have to be with numbers. In the energy level system we used to use, Freeza was around 9 million, Goku…back then around 9,500,000 to 10 million, when he came to earth, around 10,500,000. As for me, I am around… 15 million."

"Wow that's great! You are really strong!" she said excitedly.

"Not really, I can only imagine that Goku is around 20 million by now, or will be by the time we have to face the androids. At this rate, I might only make it to…16 17 million if I am lucky."

"So, wont that be enough to beat the Androids?" Bulma asked quizzically.

"Maybe, but we have no Idea how strong they are, or how strong they will be. That kid that came from the future, he said that they toyed with him, so they must be around 20 million, maybe even more, and there are two of them. And, in the alternate realm, his world, I am sure that I would of reached Super Saiyan as well, and maybe I would of even been stronger since you and I would of never gotten together and I wouldn't of had as many distractions," Vegeta said unknowing of his destiny.

"But maybe Vegeta, you wouldn't of trained as hard in his world because you wouldn't have to worry about facing those guys?" she said, trying to encourage him.

"No…" he put his head down, "I would of trained just as hard, to try to surpass Kakarotte, it wouldn't of mattered."

"Well things are different here, maybe you had a different inspiration, but your desperation to survive and not be killed by those androids, it may have made you stronger, I guess we'll find out eventually. But all I know, is that with two Super Saiyans, you and Goku, I like our chances much better," she said reassuringly.

"Maybe, we'll see." They talked for another half hour, over many different subjects. With a big yawn Bulma went to bed followed by Vegeta. For the past month they had been sleeping in the same bed with each other. Though, he said it was as a favor because he got her pregnant he really enjoyed it, but not as much as her. She had been dreaming of waking up next to the same man every day her whole life and she embellished it. When she woke up in the middle of the night, she would get real close to Vegeta and cuddle him, because he never let her do it when he was awake.

The next day, Vegeta Awoke, and as gently as he could, he pried his arm out from under Bulma. He got up and put on a fresh pare of shorts. He sat in the chair next to the bed and tied his shoes. He grabbed a small shirt and threw it on, and then slipped on his gloves. As he was leaving, he was compelled to come back. He walked back close to her and brushed some hair from his face, and then began training his eyes on her stomach. Her nightgown had come up over her massive tummy, and Vegeta had his eyes trained on it. He gently took off one of his gloves, and ever so gently placed it on her stomach. He left it on for a few seconds, until he felt the baby kick. Bulma immediately shot up and grabbed her stomach in pain.

"I...I didn't do anyhing, I swear, I only touched it," Vegeta said frantically.

"It...it's ok," she got out.

"Are, Are you having it..." he ask, but got cut off.

"No... No, when the baby kicks, instead of feeling weird like other women, it really hurts."

Vegeta smirked, "That's my son."

Bulma looked up at him and laughed a little, "I just hope if he hurts me this bad when he's older, you'll put him in his place."

"Don't worry, I'll do that anyway," they laughed and Vegeta took off down the stairs and to the Gravity Chamber.

Bulma got up and showered, and then headed down to eat. She had the usual, eggs, bacon, toast, pancakes, waffles, biscuits and gravy, and sausage. She looked out the kitchen window as she ate and had her eyes trained on the gravity chamber. She looked back down at her food. She finished up and put her dishes in the sink. She sat down and began drinking her tall glass of orange juice. As she was gulping down the last of it, she nearly spit it out with a loud slam. She looked out the window and saw Vegeta walking, fuming mad. With another slam at the kitchen door, Bulma couldn't tell if she should be scared or if she should be caring. He grabbed and Ice pack in the freezer and sat down in front of Bulma, putting it on his right eye. "I swear..." he paused and clenched his fist, "I am going to kill Kakarotte one day."

"What's the matter, you haven't seen Goku in over 2 years!"

"It was over 4 years ago that I am pissed off about," he said rubbing his eyes.

"But...you were..." she shook her head confusingly, "Bad back then?"

"Yeah..." he said pissed off. "Kakarotte shot me in the eye when I was here to...to take over the planet."

"Really, so what's the matter?" she asked quizzically.

"My eye hasn't...it's nothing," he said as he interrupted him self.

"What, you eye hasn't what?"

"I...I have problems seeing straight in it," he said ashamed of his weakness.

"Really..." she began to think, "well, we could go to the doctors, maybe they can..." he cut her off.

"Give me glasses, forget it, I will not wear them, you can't make me..." she cut him off.

"No, no they have surgery now, real quick and easy, and then you see straight!" she said emphatically.

"It's fine."

"No it's not, C'mon, go take a shower and get dressed, I'll call my personal eye doctor, by the time your done, we'll be on our way."

"N..." she cut him off again.

"This isn't a free country, you're going, and that's final." Vegeta got up and went to take a shower, by this time; he's given up arguing with her. Bulma picked up the phone and called her personal eye doctor. She got a quick appointment and got good cloths on. Vegeta came down half decent, the first time he'd wore regular cloths for more than two years.

They went outside and Vegeta grabbed her, "which direction is it?"

"No, no, no, no, no, there is no way your flying me there, how embarrassing. Whether you like it or not, we're driving." Bulma put her hand in her purse and searched for a capsule. By this time, Vegeta was annoyed, furious, and he was barely holding it back. She pressed the button on the capsule and tossed it, revealing a very spacious luxury air car. Vegeta held his breath and his face turned red. Bulma took off wildly, driving like a crazy woman. Even Vegeta was grabbing hold of his seat and wearing a seat belt. Bulma landed in front of the Hospital and grabbed Vegeta by the arm and nearly dragged him in the eye clinic. She got to the room and began filling out the form. Vegeta just sat their, confused about what she was writing, not being able to read this language well.

She finished the form and handed it in. then she sat back next to him and began to stare at the eye. "Why didn't those advanced machines you had in space fix it?" she said curiously.

"Well..." he stared down at a magazine next to him, "they don't fix things like eye sight, just wounds, but..." he paused, "I have never told anyone about it. If I had, maybe I could have gotten it fixed," he picked up the food magazine and began staring at the pictures, watering at the mouth.

"Well, you won't have to worry about..." she paused and stared at him, looking at that thing like it was a porno. "What's so amazing about that magazine?"

"I...I haven't eaten food like this in years, it's like food they give to royalty."

"Well, if you be a good boy here today, maybe I'll get someone to make it...or maybe everything in that magazine because those are small helpings...you don't notice stuff like that until your pregnant."

A woman came out from behind the desk and called out to the crowd in the waiting room, "Briefs, Vegeta Briefs."

Vegeta shot a look at Bulma; "So when did I take your name?" he said about to explode.

"I had to put something," she said defending her. "What is your last name anyways?"

"When I was on my home planet I was known as 'Prince Vegeta' and my father the King, no second name."

The nurse was irritatingly taping her toes, "Now!" she said increasingly irritated. Bulma almost had to leap on Vegeta to keep him from barking at her. Vegeta got in and inspected, and after several tests, the Doctor determined a little lazar eye surgery would fix it up in a quickly. Vegeta would have nothing of it but Bulma was able to persuade him. 30 minutes later, he was in the operating room with and an hour after that, he had left. He walked the entire way to the car with his eye closed so he wouldn't have to wear the embarrassing sunglasses.

1 week later:

Vegeta had gotten rid of the sunglasses and had marveled at his new eyesight. He felt this would dramatically help him to be a better fighter; he could be much sharper now. He trained the whole day in the gravity chamber at 450 times earth gravity. He had begun taking weights in with him to help increase the size of the small muscles never really used by going through routines while holding them. He left the chamber to go get a drink; his water battle had run out an hour ago. He got into the kitchen and passed by Bulma. "Hey Vegeta, How's the eye?" the two day late Bulma said.

"Fine," he said coldly.

"Geese, you could at least be a little thankful," she said perturbed.

"What ever, I'm busy, leave me alone," he said even colder.

"What's the Problem?" she said angrily.

"The Problem? All right, I'll tell you what the problem is. I have been at 450 times earth's gravity for a month now, and I can't break it, because I don't train as hard as I used to because I am constantly distracted, and guess who. It's embarrassing, and if I don't get to work, I am going to fail, and I don't fail!" he said increasingly angrier.

"Well you've failed before," Bulma said as she succumbed to her hormones.

"WHAT!" Vegeta yelled at her.

"Hey, if you get pissed off, don't come to me, because I could give a shit, I have bigger problems, as you can see!"

"Well, your dead if I don't get train!"

"Well, your not a factor, you died in the future, why do you think they went to Goku, not you, you die!"

Vegeta turned pure red in the face. "Fine, screw you and your damned child, I couldn't give a shit, and don't think I will be there or anything, I'm gone, and not coming back! Once I'm done defeating the Androids, I'm gone for good!"  He walked out the door, walked over to the Gravity Machine and went in. Within a minute the machine went a few hundred feet in the air and took off to the horizon, somewhere else on the Earth, far away from Bulma. Bulma headed to her room and lied on the bed, and then she began to cry. In a way, he was right, she had been distracting him and he needed to train. She was afraid that she had lost everything important to her, and his name was Vegeta. She fell asleep, and when she woke up the next day to see that he hadn't come back, she was worried. She worried her self all day, wondering where he could be. Finally, it became nighttime, and she was really concerned and stressed out. Her mother came into see her in her room where she was crying, sitting on the balcony staring off to try to get a glimpse of him if he were to come back.

"Bulma honey, what's the matter?" she said concerned.

"I…I…I think I made Vegeta leave, and I don't think he'll come back," she said as she began crying even harder.

"Well dear, He'll come back, I bet you a million bucks he'll be back the second you have that baby, he wouldn't miss that dear, now would he?"

"No, I don't think he would…" Bulma looked down. She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her stomach and began to wince. It wasn't like when the baby kicked before, it was different.

"What is it dear?" her mother said real concerned.

"I think my water broke."