disclaimer - I don't own DBZ! 'Nuff said.
notes - lol, I dunno, do people still write B/V get-together fics? Used to be you could type that into the Search box and 40 billion fics would pop up. :) Yeah, so if you can't tell, this is a re-post of an older fic of mine. I haven't changed anything since I first wrote it, and as I still remember exactly where I was going with it, maybe one day soon I'll actually get around to finishing it, eh? Hehe.
From Bulma's POV!
If someone had told me years ago that I'd end up living with Vegeta, raising his and my child, my jaw probably would have hit the ground while I stared at them in shock, before I went into a fit of rage. I mean come on, the guy killed my...well I guess we weren't exactly going out at the time, and Yamcha was ACTUALLY killed by one of those saibamen dudes, but that's besides the point. Vegeta had come to earth to, well, destroy it. Or at least everyone ON it. Sure, when I was young I was like every other girl, wishing that one day my prince in shining armor would charge in on his white stallion, sweep me off my feet, and then we'd ride of into the sunset together. I wasn't expecting Vegeta, PRINCE of the Saiyan Empire. As of now, that "empire" consists of two full-blooded saiyans, and a few half-breeds. The title still means a lot to him though. Anyway, before he came to earth threatening to blast anyone he saw, I decided to do something about my prince problem. So, as soon as I was old enough, I set out in search of the perfect boyfriend. I found Yamcha. For a while, we were great together. Then, when he realized what he'd been missing out on due to his shyness of girls, he decided that just one girlfriend wasn't enough. That didn't sit too well with me, so we broke up for a while. Of course, then he had to go and die, and as soon as he got wished back, we were together again. For a while, he stuck to being loyal. Then Vegeta came back to earth after his search for Goku, and the whole deal with Frieza happened, again. Only this time, no one from our group broke a sweat trying to beat him, thanks to that mysterious, purple-haired guy. That mysterious purple-haired guy...who could go super-saiyan. Vegeta wasn't too pleased with that. Right after that, Goku suddenly came back, and we got the news about androids attacking the earth in three years. Great, juuust peachy. It never ends, I swear.
So after that, we all went our separate ways again, but not before Goku decided to tell me I was having a baby. Wonderful, another thing I really didn't need to know. Of course, I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about, and after Yamcha acted like a fool over it for a few minutes, I put it in the back of mind. I'd think about it later. Right after that, Yamcha and I went out to dinner. I felt kind of bad. After all, we'd just gotten news that everyone was going to die because of these androids, so while the others set off to train, my boyfriend and I were out partying. Oh well, we still had three years. And three years is a long time. A lot can happen, lemme tell ya...
I stumbled through the front door, hanging onto to Yamcha's arm to support myself. We'd been out at one our favorite clubs, and I think I might have had too much to drink. I usually don't drink a lot, but because of the news I'd just gotten earlier, it felt right that I should go get myself drunk. That would probably come back to haunt me in the morning. Clumsily, Yamcha helped me upstairs, and I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. I vaguely remember Yamcha walking out and saying he'd call me in the morning. Morning came all too soon, as my alarm clock started blaring into my ear at 7:30 a.m. Damn it... Groaning, I reached out my arm and searched blindly for the annoying device. Curse whoever invented it. Finally finding it, I switched it off and sat up, rubbing my eyes wearily. I considered going back to bed, but it would have been pointless. Plus, the pounding in my head wasn't going to go away until I got some Tylenol or something. After the headache finally started dying down, I headed downstairs to make myself some coffee. My mother was already there, bustling around the kitchen.
"Hey mom," I said tiredly, covering my mouth as I began to yawn.
"Morning honey!" she replied cheerfully. I blinked. How anyone could be that perky in the morning was beyond me. "Would you like some coffee?" I nodded, and slumped down at the table. "Honey, what's wrong? You look down," she said, sitting down and pushing a mug of steaming coffee in front of me. "Are you and Yamcha having problems again?" I debated for a moment whether or not I should tell her the news that guy from the future had given us, and decided that she'd find out eventually anyway. When I finished explaining everything, she looked every bit as cheerful as when I'd started talking. Had she even heard anything? If you know my mom, then you know that she can be a bit...ditzy at times. This time was no exception. "Oh well, that's a shame," she said, sipping from her mug. I looked at her like she was crazy for a while, and then gave up. There's no getting through to that woman, I swear. I grabbed a banana and headed down the hall to my lab. Surely there was something I could be inventing right now.
I managed to keep myself busy for a few hours, and by the time I went back upstairs, it was past twelve. It didn't take me long to realize I wasn't really hungry for lunch yet, so I decided to give Chichi a call. Now that Goku was finally back, she was hopefully her normal self again. The last time I called her, she was worrying more than usual and had some smart remark to everything I said.
"Hello?" came the quiet greeting over the phone. She didn't sound too good. Was she sick?
"Chichi?" I asked worriedly.
"Bulma? Is that you?"
"Yeah, what's wrong? I thought you'd be glad Goku's back."
"Yeah, reeaal thrilled," she said sarcastically. "He was back for all of twelve hours and then he runs off to train again. He's gone so much these days I barely recognize him anymore!" Chichi screamed into the phone. I blinked. Poor Chichi, I'd never really thought of it that way. I almost felt bad for. I mean, first her husband and son go to a nice reunion type of thing, which ends with her husband dead and her son off in the woods training for almost a year. The next time she actually got to see Goku was in the hospital after the fight with Vegeta. Then her son decided to go off to Namek, and as soon as Goku was better he followed. The planet almost blew up with them on it, and when Goku finally got back to earth he had to go train with Gohan for the new threat that was coming. Ok, scratch that "almost," I did feel bad for her.
"Man, Chichi, I'm sorry. But you know if they don't train, then we could all die in three years."
"You and Gohan would survive."
"...How'd you know?"
"Gohan and Goku told me about everything."
"So they told you about that guy from the future?"
"Yeah. Hey, did you know Goku knows who his parents are?" She sounded more excited now, I noticed. I was more interested in the fact that she knew who the kid's parents were.
"Seriously?" I exclaimed. "Oh, did he tell you?"
"No, he wouldn't tell me a thing. He said he'd promised he wouldn't."
"Aw man... Did he give you any hints about them?"
"Nope, but Gohan had mentioned he can go super-saiyan."
"Oh yeah, that's right. That means one of his parent has to be a saiyan. Well, most likely his father..." I said, more to myself than Chichi.
"It HAS to be his father. The only saiyans left are males, remember?"
"Maybe you and Goku are going to have another child!" I heard Chichi snort.
"The guy had purple hair, according to Gohan. Goku and I both have black."
"Hmm...well, maybe he dyed it," I suggested.
"His eyes were blue." Oh yeah...damn.
"Weelll, ok then. Maybe Go-"
"Gohan's only eight," she said sharply.
"Ok, were you like, planning this conversation or something?" I said jokingly.
"Well, I WAS thinking about it," she admitted. I chuckled.
"That leaves...Vegeta..."
"Yeah, I came to a dead end there."
"Hm...well, maybe he'll get a...girlfriend or something in the next couple of months." Chichi burst out laughing.
"Yeah," she said after she caught her breath, "Two things. One, when is Vegeta ever going to go out and find a girlfriend, and two, who would be crazy enough to go out with him!" I started laughing, as I thought about it.
"Good point. But then, who does that leave? I mean, if he IS the father, then there HAS to be a mother."
"Maybe the guy's a test tube baby or something."
"Why would Vegeta want a son to begin with?" I pointed out.
"To...uh...so he could have an heir...to the royal throne or something," she said, snickering.
"Ya, sure."
"Hey, it was just an idea."
"Not a very good one," I muttered.
"Hey!"
"Kidding, kidding. Oh hey! Did Goku mention anything about me having any kids?" I asked, Goku's departing remark suddenly coming back to me.
"...um...no, why?"
"I mean, in the near future?"
"No, he didn't say anything to me, why?"
"Well, before he left yesterday, he told me that he hoped I would have a healthy baby."
"...Goku said that?"
"Uh-huh. Yamcha went all goofy over it."
"Bulma, I don't want to depress you or anything, but Goku said the only people who are going to survive are Gohan and you. And that guy from the future. So if you do have a baby...well, I mean, we don't even know if I survive..." I gasped. It hadn't occurred to me that Chichi's name was never mentioned as one of the survivors of the androids.
"Oh man, Chichi..."
"Hey, don't worry. We have three years to get prepared this time, remember?"
"Oh yeah, that's true. I'm still worried though. I don't how my...future self has survived so long without you guys."
"Yeah well-"
"WOMAN!" I shrieked and nearly dropped the phone. Turning to the door, I spotted a smirking Vegeta. Man, I'd forgotten he was still staying here.
"Holy crap, Vegeta! Don't EVER sneak up on me like that!" I exclaimed, clutching a hand to my chest. Vegeta's smirk only widened.
"Why? Did I scare you?" he sneered. I glared at him.
"Only when I saw your face," I retorted.
"Don't you mean the mirror?" he spat back.
"Is there one in the doorway?" I asked sarcastically. He frowned and flipped me off. I, in return, stuck out my tongue. Mature, I know, but Chichi was yelling at me over the phone, and I didn't have time to think of anything else. "What! Chichi, I'm still here!" I yelled into the phone, turning away from Vegeta.
"Geez, you kind of disappeared on me for a minute."
"Yeah, sorry, but Vegeta, royal PAIN in the ASS, decided to come in from training," I said, loud enough for him to hear me.
"Woman! Who are you talking to?" Vegeta asked, taking up his regular stance- feet shoulder width apart with his arms crossed.
"I have a name, Vegeta! It's Bulma! B-U-L-M-A, Bulma! Or did you already forget?" Come on, I'd just told him that for nth time, what, yesterday?
"I asked you a question, woman!" I sighed. That man is impossible.
"It's Chichi, Vegeta." Vegeta blinked, apparently not expecting me to give in so easily.
"Kakarrot's mate?" I sighed again.
"Yes, Vegeta, GOKU's WIFE," I said, correcting him as if I were talking to a child. He scowled at me.
"Well, whatever you're gossiping about can't be that important, so hurry up! I've been training all morning so I'll be strong to save this worthless planet, and I'm hungry."
"Well, the fact that you've been training is obvious," I started. Vegeta smirked. Gah, he is so full of himself. "I mean, you're all sweaty and you smell really bad. Go take a shower or something. Lunch will be ready when you get back down." I ignored his growl and started to talk to Chichi again. "Sorry, Chichi, but...Chichi? Chichi! Hello?" I pulled the phone away from my ear, trying to figure out how we'd suddenly been disconnected. The answer came when I glanced at Vegeta, to find he'd torn the cord from it's socket.
"I take orders from no one," he said, his voice deadly. I could only gape at him as he turned on his heel and stalked out of the kitchen. A few minutes later, after I called Chichi back to apologize, I heard water running from upstairs and started laughing quietly.
"What's so funny?" Chichi asked me.
"It seems Vegeta 'obeyed my orders' anyway, whether he realizes it or not," I said quietly. Chichi started laughing with me.
Hehe, oh man, re-reading this thing brings back so many memories... :)
-Maxine