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CHAPTER 14
Nine months lasted nine years to Bulma, who had not cracked a single smile in all this time.
She had a blank expression that held no happiness. No happiness as her pregnancy furthered. No happiness when Chichi's son was born. No happiness while Yamcha repeatedly visited her, attempting to revive their friendship. No happiness as all her friends helped search for Vegeta.
Soon, it was time for her own baby's delivery. For one day in a long time, Bulma took her mind off of Vegeta and thought about her child.
She lay tiredly on a bed in the hospital wing of Capsule corp. while nurses and a delivery doctor rushed around her.
By late afternoon, Bulma was propped up against several pillows, holding her baby boy lovingly in her arms. The lavender-haired child stared up at her, cooing gently. For the first time in almost a year, a smile crept onto Bulma's face.
"You should smile more, it shows how beautiful you are", a voice said. Bulma looked up and saw Yamcha entering the room.
"Hey", she replied without emotion. She was in no mood to play nice today. Ever since Vegeta had left, Yamcha had taken advantage while she was still broken hearted. It was true, Yamcha was being extra nice and sickly sweet, but his pathetic attempts to win her heart annoyed Bulma.
Still, she didn't push him away, although she didn't know why. She often wondered if she still liked him, or if she simply needed comfort.
"So, how's the baby?" Yamcha asked, trying to create a polite conversation.
"He's fine", Bulma replied, saying as little as she could
"Uh, well, Bulma. I was thinking – "
"Hey! Are we allowed to come in?" Goku interrupted, poking his head into the room. Bulma nodded quickly, thankful that she didn't have to be alone with Yamcha.
"Let me see him!" Chichi yelled excitedly, hurrying into the room. She was followed by 18 and Krillen. Goku sat beside Bulma's bed, cradling Gohan in his arms. Chichi leaned over his shoulders and looked cautiously at Trunks.
"He looks so adorable!" Chichi squealed.
"Looks a lot like Vege- uh, he has your hair", Krillen sputtered, receiving a glare from 18.
"Don't worry about it", Bulma gave Krillen a reassuring smile.
"What's his name going to be?" Goku asked.
"I've already named him Trunks. He's going to be the perfect little baby. Then, when he grows up, all the girls will be after him", Bulma said dreamily.
Her friends chatted with her until late at nigh. Eventually, everyone went home and Bulma was left alone with baby Trunks. She rested on her bed, watching a nurse clean up the counter.
"Miss, one of your friends is still here. He wishes to speak with you, a second nurse announced from the doorway.
"Who?" Bulma asked, hoping it was Vegeta.
"A young man with dark hair. He's quite good looking", the nurse replied. Bulma felt her heart skip a beat and her breathing became quick and shallow. Could it really be Vegeta?
"Uh, bring him in. But, don't leave, alright?" Bulma asked, not wishing to be alone.
The nurse nodded and left.
A moment later, Bulma was sitting in her bed, looking disappointedly across the room at Yamcha who was sitting between two nurses. All three of them looked awfully nervous.
"Uh, could- could we be alone, please?" Yamcha asked, shifting uncomfortably in her seat.
"No", Bulma stated.
"Uh- we- uh- still need to monitor her", the first nurse added, and the second nurse nodded in agreement.
"I'll- come back later, then"
For two weeks, Bulma played a game of avoiding Yamcha. She knew he was still trying to patch things up. Goku had warned her that Yamcha wanted to marry her, and Bulma was terrified at this idea. She began avoiding him completely and always kept someone by her side so she was never alone.
This worked nicely, but all that's good must eventually end. Bulma had spent the afternoon watching TV with Krillen when he received a phone call from 18. He headed home shortly and Bulma went to take a shower.
Yamcha took this chance and waited outside the bathroom door. The water turned off and Bulma emerged, dripping wet, clad in only a towel. She cursed silently when she saw Yamcha and waited for him to speak first.
"Bulma, I really want to talk".
"Couldn't I get dressed first?"
"I- I'll wait outside", Yamcha stammered, quickly leaving the room. Bulma dressed slowly, taking as much time as she could. But, Yamcha was inevitable.
Soon, they were sitting across from each other on the floor in Bulma's room.
"Bulma, I – I want you to have this", Yamcha pulled a ring box out of his pocket and handed it to Bulma. She knew at once that he was indirectly proposing, and she did not want to marry him
"Oh- Yamcha, I couldn't take it. You've done so much for me", Bulma played dumb and faked a smile.
"C'mon Bulma, it means I want to marry you", Yamcha explained. Bulma looked at the floor until Yamcha talked again, "I- I think this is about Trunks. Don't worry, I'll treat him like he's mine. Think about it, Bulma. Trunks needs a father".
Bulma looked up at this comment. She hadn't thought about this before. Trunks did need a father, and she figured Yamcha was the most logical choice.
"I- I'll marry you", Bulma said. She did this for Trunks, and only Trunks. Why else would she want Yamcha?
"Great", Yamcha smiled, handing her the box. "I'll see you tomorrow then, fiancée".
A/N: yes…. It was kinda short. And I realized I made a big mistake in the plot: Gohan and Trunks are the same age. Hmmm… but I can't really fix that… huh?