Hello Baby!

a/n: I'm back peoples, so sorry for the long wait for an update, it's seriously been many months but alas, now I have some time…plus a new pc with word and spell check. Hope you like this next episode, enjoy and review…it'll only take you a second!

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Bulma sat down on the couch with a loud angry thud. Vegeta hadn't made an appearance in many days, forever in his chamber; she hadn't even managed to catch him eating.

"Stupid males…Saiyans, humans…all men are stupid!" She spat as she turned the television on and watched a nice sensual soapie about a bunch of friends who all have at some point or another slept with each other, stories like this amused Bulma. Her tummy was now well rounded and she was coming into her final month of pregnancy. She felt heavier in everyway and was beginning to hate the cellulite she swore she could see on the underside of her arms and around on her rounded back side and sown her thighs, it was everywhere and she had had enough. She thought it was love, and it was at first, everything seemed so, well timed and productive but now, with the prince training harder and harder she was becoming a colder and a bitterer person.

Every time there were advertisements on the television showing young, thin blonde bombshells all Bulma could splurt out was, "slut!" It wasn't healthy and she knew it but rubbing her tummy was not bringing her the comfort that she had come to rely on, or the ki that use to flow through her body from Vegeta was becoming more sparingly and less often.

A door slammed outside, it was the training chamber. Bulma hurried over to the window and watched a dirty, sweaty Saiyan figure emerge from what seemed to be his new home. Wet and dry blood stains were all over his body, his chest was bare and cut up, his hair looking limp and greasy but it was his eyes that had changed the most. His ki reached Bulma and she felt it, it was not right, something was very wrong and she felt afraid. She hurried outside and, holding her nose as he smelt rather disgusting, she embraced him with her other arm, nuzzling into his chest.

"Get off! Ouch! That hurts! Grrr…!" He pushed her off gently and walked past her. Bulma stomped her foot and he ignored her and walked inside. What the hell was going on now? She followed him inside and he collapsed on the couch, laying on his back with one eye half closed because the eye lid appeared to have been cut. She walked over to him and slapped him hard across his left cheek and then repeated her action on his right cheek.

"Asshole!" Bulma squealed and climbed back upstairs, she wanted to run for the added affect of her anger but her round belly was weighing her down so with each step she thudded heavily, just to prove her point, she was extremely pissed off.

Vegeta cried out in pain for her attack and got up, watching her with eyes of pure hatred as she disappeared from sight.

"So, what's her problem?" He grunted but then he blacked out and fell back down on the couch and drifted off back into a deep sleep. For days he had been laying on the floor in the training chamber, one of the training bots had knocked him completely senseless, rendering him unconscious until today and not once had that blasted woman checked on him and yet she thought she had a right to be mad. The androids were going to be a tough enemy, she knew it and he knew what he would have to do in order to protect this woman and the child she carried. The child….Vegeta woke up with a start, thinking about how long it had been since he though about that little being inside his mate's belly, it would not be long now before the baby would be born and he hoped desperately it would be a strong Saiyan, strong like him and stronger than Kakarot's boy. Vegeta thought that would be nice. He managed, with a lot of pain, many grunts of discomfort and a lot of determination to get up and headed up towards the stairs and headed towards Bulma's bedroom.

Bulma was lying on her bed on her back, arms stretched out and her eyes fixed on the dirty, blood stained prince.

"You deserved it!" She said sweetly, though she did not smile as she spoke; only rubbing her tummy with her right hand.

"And you deserved that!" Vegeta spat nastily, nodding towards her swollen belly, he turned his back on her and went into the bathroom, he was desperate to have a nice wash, although the small cuts would sting he would put up with the pain, no pain was bigger than putting up with the his mate. As Bulma lay on the bed hurt, Vegeta embraced the rush of hot water down his body and he closed his eyes, she was firmly in his mind, he envisioned the night when all of this began and first felt the overwhelming sensation to protect her, to love her and please her. Perhaps, to love her? His eyes shot open and he could see her reflection on the glass door of the shower. Did he really love her?

Bulma's face was a little red, was that a tear rolling down her cheek? Vegeta turned the water off and got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. He walked over to her and sat on the bed.

"Jerk!" She said as she rolled over, facing her back to him. Her gently pulled her by her shoulder so she could face him.

"I was passed out in the chamber while training. I couldn't contact you or send you my ki to comfort you…." As he said that his ki was flowing through her. She had been there when he first learned how to transform into his super form, she had been there for him when he arrived on Earth after the destruction of Planet Namek and had nowhere else to live, and here she still was, carrying his unborn child.

Bulma blinked, "passed out! You mor…"

Vegeta couldn't let her finished; she was always too much of a talker. He plunged forward and planted his lips firmly on hers, tasting her lips and she tasted his, her insides were burning with an intense desire for more but she could not satiate herself, not with such rounded belly. Vegeta groaned as he lay down next to her, he pulled his lips away from hers but before she could protest he placed his index finger against her plump, pink, sweet lips.

"You said you loved me once and I didn't get why, it seemed like such a stupid feeling, a wasteful emotion yet, looking at you whilst in the shower minutes ago I think that's what I felt…" he mumbled, his cheeks a little red, Bulma laughed.

"Wow that was corny…" she giggled and she let her hands travel over his chest, shoulders and then sown to his waist.

"Fine! I won't say it again!" Vegeta grunted and turned his head away but Bulma cupped his chin in her hand and directed his lips back to hers.

"No, say it again…" she grinned, licking her lips anxiously.

"Vegeta growled, "I love you…and that's the last time I'm saying it!"