Hello Baby

Chapter 4

a/n: Awe…so when will they have the baby? Did Yamcha really beat up Bulma when they use to date? Does Vegeta even want a family or is he just trying to compete with Goku's mega popular status as the number one warrior on Earth? Read and find out…but reviews are most important, thanks to those who took the time to review, makes me wanna get creative here!

Horrible humid weather, the sun was burning strong, bright and beautiful, lighting up Satan City as though it had been kissed by angels. Capsule Corp was abundant with life as busied workers hurried about; making preparations to secure the area in case the androids over powered the z warriors in the years to come. It was going to take an awful lot of man power and state of the art technology to create a protective shield large enough to cover the entire corporation grounds.

Bulma was in hospital, her contractions coming and going, she had been in labour for close 10 ten hours and though doctors were monitoring any progress she was making, Vegeta still was not making an appearance. She felt like crying but then she fought the tears, the stupid prince was just not worth the energy, it was becoming clearer by the day that no man was worth the tears, they just weren't.

"Bastard!" She cried as she felt another contractions and she felt the baby move in her belly, it was getting ready to exit. She began to breathe loud and fast, both arms on her stomach, the pain was intense and fluctuating. She was desperately hoping that she would soon feel Vegeta's ki travelling through her body but it never came, she wondered if he had forgotten about their supposed love in the first place. She looked up at the doctor that was pushing her bed into the maternity ward; she was quite a young woman with raven hair and dark, narrow eyes. The pain was becoming greater and her legs spread, the moment was coming.

"Vegeta!" Bulma called out, grasping tightly onto the sides of her mattress, gripping on for dear life as she began pushing the little baby out of her belly. As she pushed she felt a wave of soft, gentle ki running through her veins and it calmed her, it was not Vegeta's but it was so pleasant and she felt a sensation of safety pass over her. The rest of the birth was a blur, Bulma was exhausted and she fell asleep soon after she saw her baby being carried away by a nurse to be wiped down and cleaned.

Vegeta was feeling distraught, his heart was pounding and his senses were sharp. His instincts told him to be wary and distant and for that reason he could not aid Bulma because he was feeling afraid, panicked even. He hoped she was okay but he knew that when he did go to see her she was going to be down right angry with him, he would not have an excuse or an explanation that would make it okay for him missing out on the birth of his first child.

He looked down at his left hand and twisted the ring on his finger, an Earth symbol of his bond to the woman he had confessed his feelings to. He grunted to himself, he didn't know what to do. Feeling worried he thought it best to see to his mate , no matter how angry she was going to be he was rather excited to see the baby.

He flew to the hospital, sensing out which room Bulma was in. He found it and hovered outside her window for a moment. She was fast asleep and in the corner of the room was the cot and inside the cot he sensed the ki of his son. He crossed his arms and just looked at his mate, pondering if it was wise to go in yet but the excitement was clouding his judgement so he entered.

He felt a presence behind him and saw a reflection on the glass window, "Kakarot?"

Goku was behind him, beaming happily but keeping his distance from the prince. He knew they would have a baby, the boy from the future had told him so and if he hadn't been there at the hospital at that very moment he may have never believed such an odd story about such an odd coupling.

"Guess you couldn't resist? Being a dad's great!" He flung forward and slapped Vegeta on the back and then transmitted himself back to his own home. Vegeta felt stunned, wondering why that Saiyan oaf had smacked him but the feeling passed and he began to wonder what it was going to be like to be a father. He opened the window and quietly flew in, his boots gently padded against the floor as he landed; he was trying not to wake his mate. He leaned over and looked at her face, she looked completely disgusting, her hair was messy, there were sweat stains running down her forehead and cheeks but her smell was an overpowering scent of something beautiful, he could almost taste her. The birth had done something to her and he was finding her more and more desirable by the second. Something stirred in the corner and then he remembers.

Vegeta turned around and walked over to the bundle in the cot, it was awake and looking up at its sire with the upmost curiosity. He had light lavender hair and eyes just like Bulma, blue and beautiful. The baby had an interesting scent as well and just as he expected, there was a tail whipping back and fourth across the blankets in the cot. The prince grinned and reached into the cot to touch it, it was the only way to wake himself up from this dream, his son's skin was soft, new and fresh.

"Get out" Bulma said, clearly now awake. Vegeta scooped up the baby into his arms and turned to face his mate.

"This is supposed to be important to us yet you tell to me to go? What's wrong with you woman?" Vegeta tried to cover his desperate need to apologise to her but at the same time he reasoned himself into believing he had in fact done nothing wrong.

"I mean get out! Give me MY child and then go. I don't care where you go as long as you never come back, I don't want to be with you anymore!" Bulma sobbed, the tears in her eyes were but she was certain she knew what she was doing. He had deserted her for the last time, he never once stood by her side when she needed him the most, he was no better than Yamcha. She had had enough.

Vegeta was astonished, the baby in his arms gurgled and smiled at his sire, Vegeta wanted to smile and pull faces at the baby but couldn't, it was like his soul had just been ripped from his body and his heart sucked dry of any emotion or possible feeling. He looked at Bulma, desiring her, wanting her, he felt he needed her but she was making it clear to him, he had had way too many second chances and she had had enough. He got it, he understood but he held onto the baby tight, not wanting to let it go.

"Blast you woman!" He shouted and placed the baby back into it's cot then flew out the window in a state of rage and pure madness. He didn't know where he was flying to, he didn't care. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. It was over. His once chance to have the sort of life he was jealous of and he ruined it.

Bulma was stunned, in her bed staring up at the ceiling. She couldn't believe what had just happened, she had put the prince in exile, hew as banished from Satan city. The baby was crying and she wanted to get up to feed it but she felt paralysed. She would never see him again. He was like the others though, but just like the other ex boyfriends, she was left feeling heart broken, desperate and now with a baby. She recalled the many times Yamcha had stood her up, again and again. One time at a club he had simply left her without her knowing, which for her, ended up being the most terrifying night of her and her man never came to her rescue. She was attacked by two young men on the streets, though she didn't recall anything else except for the repeated blows on her face and the punches in her stomach. She had woken up in a hospital after that, her bag was stolen and Yamcha was not by her side. This was the same, Vegeta had put her in hospital yet he was not be her side. They were the same, Bulma though, they were.

"I thought he could love…" Bulma cried. She got up and decided to feed her baby son, Trunks.