A/N: happy new year! Sorry for not updating in a while… but here goes!

Ummm.. oh yeah, this is gonna be a happy happy chapter… because things won't be so happy anymore after this.

One more thing… I've been reading several fanfics during this time… and I noticed how they all have 500+ reviews… now, I dunno if this is because my fanfic hasn't been online for that long, or is it because it sucks, or is it because people are getting lazier these day? But I'd really really really appreciate it if you'd take the time (which isn't that long) and review smiles sweetly

… okok… on with the story!

Disclaimer : Whatever is left on Goku's plate after he's done eating… is how much I own…

Ch 12

A week passed by smoothly, with no special events disturbing the peaceful life of Bulma Briefs. No special events, but there were definitely many events. Bulma was busy all day and all night and managed only a few hours of sleep. During the day, she was busy working in Capsule Corp with many other companies. At night, she was busy working in bed with Vegeta.

Although she now often had bags under her eyes, Bulma remained unusually cheery all week. Vegeta noticed this change in her mood and became slightly suspicious. He often wondered if she was hiding something from him and began studying her actions carefully. Some days, she seemed unusually tired, but Vegeta smirked and blamed that on himself.

Another week passed by and Bulma's mood remained constant. Vegeta decided she was just being retarded and stopped his suspicions.

It seemed very normal until one day when Vegeta had to use the restroom real bad. He normally used the one in Bulma's room, or the one downstairs near the kitchen. But, since he was somewhere else today, he rushed up the stairs and into the nearest bathroom. The one no one used on a normal basis. The one Chichi had been in two weeks ago. The one that still had the positive pregnancy test in the trash.

Vegeta. Freaked. Out. He completely lost all his sense when he found the test. Without thinking at all, he stormed down the stairs and into Bulma's office. The blue-haired girl was busy on the phone, but Vegeta snatched it out of her hands and slammed it down.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he almost yelled, glaring at Bulma. She stood up and looked at him, confusion swirling around in her head. "When were you going to tell me?"

"Vegeta! I don't know what you're talking about!" Bulma whined, backing away slightly.

"You're pregnant", Vegeta lowered his voice until it was almost a whisper. Bulma noted the fear in his eyes and… wait, Vegeta was afraid? He was afraid of having a kid? Bulma grinned and that grin turned into uncontrollable laughter.

"Ve- Vegeta! I'm not pregnant! I - ", Bulma paused to let out her laughter, then continued, "How could you think - more laughter - I'm not - laughs some more - I - ", Bulma quickly stepped up to Vegeta and hugged him. She calmed down her laughs and gently kissed him on the cheek, "I'm not pregnant. Why did you think I was?"

"Your weird mood… and… there was a test in the trash", Vegeta shrugged.

"Oh. That wasn't mine. But… Goku's gonna be a father", Bulma smiled. Vegeta found this rather amusing and raised an eyebrow. Bulma laughed and wrapped her arms around Vegeta's neck, leaning her head on his chest.

"Why were you so angry?" she asked softly.

"I don't – I'm not – I just don't was a brat", Vegeta replied finally. Bulma pulled away and looked at him.

"You don't? But – I – ", Bulma stopped. She remembered the fear she'd sensed. Vegeta was afraid of having a kid. Why the hell would he be scared of that? Not wanting to press the matter, Bulma quickly changed the subject, "Well, since you just hung up the phone for me, I have a free day".

"Really?" Vegeta asked, a smirk forming on his lips. Bulma smiled shyly as he effortlessly picked her up and brought her upstairs.

"Vegeta, there are staff members walking around all over the place", Bulma said, knowing exactly what Vegeta wanted to do.

"Then we'll just have to lock the door, right?" Vegeta smirked.

The bright afternoon sun was blazing in the sky and the rays of light shone into a clean white room filled with furniture, makeup, clothes, and two young adults. Bulma was curled into a ball, her brilliantly blue hair spilling across her face. Vegeta sat next to her on the bed, leaning against a pillow propped up against the head board. He stroke her hair gently, lost in his thoughts.

Vegeta remembered vividly the look of disappointment on Bulma's face when he told her he didn't want kids. But, that was the truth. Wouldn't it be better to tell her now? That way, she wouldn't cry about it when it was too late. Vegeta tried to use this logic to assure himself everything was ok, but there was a little voice nagging him at the back of his head.

He frowned deeply and tilted his head back. Why didn't he want kids? Well, duh. He knew why. First of all, he didn't have that good of a childhood himself. He was afraid to make the same mistakes his parents made. He was afraid he might leave his child one day if he died. His parents were never there for him to talk. And now they were both dead. He was also afraid of losing his kids. What if something bad happened to them? He already worried enough about Bulma's safety. After his parents' death, Vegeta had felt as if everything that was wroth loving and living for had disappeared.

Now that he had Bulma, he didn't want to lose her. He also didn't want kids for the same reason.

Vegeta sighed and rubbed his temples. He had to admit, he was afraid. That was simply it. He was scared and he couldn't do anything about it. He was disgusted by this and felt weak. What could he tell Bulma?

Vegeta was brought back into reality when Bulma stirred slightly, then rolled onto her back. Her eyes fluttered open and she gave Vegeta a gorgeous smile.

"Mmmmm.. What time is it?" Bulma asked, tapping Vegeta playfully on the chest. He reached out an arm and handed her the nearest clock. "Wow, five? Did I really sleep that long?" Bulma murmured, snuggling closer to Vegeta. He pulled her into his lap and buried his head in the crook of her neck, giving her a soft kiss.

Bulma relaxed in his arms and tilted her head back, resting gently on Vegeta's shoulder. She stared at the ceiling dreamily, thinking about the past months. So much had happened, it was hard to believe anything was real.

What if everything was just a dream? Would Vegeta really stay with her? Or was he just using her?

Bulma pushed these thought aside and climbed out of bed. She pulled on a robe and tied it tightly at the waist. Vegeta watched her lazily from the bed, a smirk plastered on his face.

"What?" Bulma asked, raising an eyebrow. She crossed her arms and leaned her weight on one leg, giving Vegeta a weird look. He chuckled lightly and climbed out of bed, putting on a robe as well.

Bulma waited patiently, then took his hand and led him to the balcony. The afternoon slowly slipped away and the sun was setting.

Bulma looked at the purple sky and sighed. Every time she was a sunset, she immediately thought of Vegeta. It was as if the two were related. In her mind, sunset equaled Vegeta, and Vegeta equaled her happiness. That meant, the sunset brought her happiness.

Bulma sighed inwardly and smiled. She gave Vegeta's hand a tight squeeze, causing him to look at her. She flashed him a sparkling smile and he wrinkled his eyebrows playfully.

As the sun sank further into the horizon, Bulma felt on top of the world.

A/N : umm… several important things here

1. if you're one of those ppl who can't stand anything except a happy ending, then the story ends here for you. Cuz it's not gonna be happy anymore afterwards.

2. um… oh yeah, I'm giving this story a sad ending because then I would be able to write a sequel… which I don't have a title for yet. Its gonna be focused on trunks and pan (you know… the next generation), but this plot will be finished there too… with a happy ending.

3. did I confuse you? If I did… just pretend you know what I'm saying and review plz!