Hello! Baby

Chapter 5

A/N: Vegeta is and always will be a spoilt bad-ass brat, oh, but I love him so! Thanks for the reviews; I don't want to make this too soppy! I hope this chapter is a little longer for you, enjoy!

Vegeta didn't know where else to go, there was no being on the whole planet who was a friend to him. He knew nobody would ever forgive him for causing chaos on Earth with Nappa; nobody would ever treat him as a serious protector of Earth. He supposed as a last resort he could go see Kakarot but thought better of it, he didn't want sympathy from a low level Saiyan, he was a prince and then made his decision, he would leave planet Earth for good. He thought about his son but his mate had made herself clear, he could never see them again. He could never see any of them ever again.

"They weren't my friends anyway" Vegeta scolded himself as he headed back to Bulma's house. He searched through the space shuttle capsule cabinet and found one that would take him quite far out into the galaxy. He wanted to leave Bulma a note but he hadn't learnt to write the human language yet so he just took the capsule, went outside and released the space pod from its capsule. The pod slightly resembled a Saiyan pod, it was well cushioned inside, quite small and compact but he needed nothing more, just transport to get away from the planet. He opened the hatch and crawled inside; glad that he wasn't as tall as Kakarot otherwise it would have been an uncomfortable ride.

"Goodbye Bulma…son…" Vegeta sighed as the hatched closed. The pod was catapulted into the sky and out into space, he scanned through the electronic map inside the pod and found a planet that was void of life but had an atmosphere in which he could tolerate. He set the directions on the pod's control system and then folded his arms and closed his eyes; he would sleep for the rest of the journey.

Back at the hospital…

Bulma was once again asleep, her face stained with dried up tears. Her son was moving about in his temporary cot, he seemed upset, he knew something bad had happened. Bulma could feel that Vegeta was gone, she couldn't sense his energy, and she couldn't feel anything from him, had he cut his bond from her? Had she pushed him too far? She just wished that he had been more respectful of her, she was more important than his stupid training, even if it was for a greater cause, she was having his baby. She loved how it was when she first realised that she meant something to the arrogant prince, when she discovered that he cared for her when he stood up against Yamcha, even though there was no danger to him he still had taken the time to defend her. He was a decent person but somewhere in the past nine months, that part of his personality which was already fragile had disintegrated and he was once again consumed by his own ambitions and determination.

She looked out her window and her heart dropped, she saw one of her space pods taking off in the sky, heading out to space. It was definitely Vegeta, he was leaving her for good. She wanted to cry but it was as though she had no tears left, she felt numb and cold. Her son began to cry, and suddenly everything was becoming too much. She pressed the help button next to her bed to bring in the nurse.

"Is something the matter?" A small chubby nurse opened the door and poked her head in.

"My son…he won't stop crying…I fed him but I.…I…" Bulma sobbed. Damn you Vegeta, she thought, we should have left you dead after Namek exploded. She felt bitter now, after everything she had done and everything he had put her through, she was now left alone with a screaming half-saiyan baby.

"I'll look after him miss, you get some rest!" The nurse scooped up the baby in her arms with amazing expertise then took him outside and closed the door. The room was quiet and still, she felt overwhelmed but she knew the nurse was right and closed her arms and tried even harder to push away any thoughts of the prince.

Many hours passed before she awoke and realised she had a visitor, Yamcha was sitting beside her bed. She wanted to scream, she wanted to give him a thorough hiding but her energy was still sapped from the birth. Yamcha was staring out the window, Bulma didn't think he could have been too deep in thought, she knew he was a brainless thug after all.

"Please go away…" Bulma mumbled as she pulled herself up into a sitting position and combed her fingers through her hair, which felt quite greasy; she needed a shower pretty damn soon. Yamcha smirked.

"I saw Vegeta leave, in a space pod and since it was obvious you were fucking around with him I thought I'd check with you why he left, but here we have a baby!" Yamcha turned and looked at the cot, the nurse must have put him back once he had dozed off. Yamcha's voice was cold and heartless and fear was swelling up in Bulma's body.

"Watch what you say" Bulma spat, her blue eyes shone angrily, she never thought Yamcha would say anything like that to her, did he really think she would give her body away to a man if it meant nothing? Was that what he thought about her when she was with him?

"It's the truth…the guy is plain evil, you can't trust him…but I guess you needed someone to sleep with!" Yamcha stood up to go take a closer look at the baby. Bulma felt as though she was going to explode with rage.

"You hit me Yamcha! You stole my money!" Bulma stood up, her legs were weak and wobbly but her anger fuelled her on, "I love Vegeta and when he comes back I'm going to tell him everything and you know what?"

Yamcha was speechless; he couldn't believe she had confessed love for the saiyan brute, "what?"

"Nobody hurts his princess…he's going to kill you!" Bulma declared and lunged at Yamcha, teeth bared and arms outstretched. She didn't know how she did it but she picked up Yamcha and threw him out her window and she felt relief as she heard his body hit the ground with a thud. She leaned against the window sill and looked out at the sky, she had made a big mistake and she felt stupid. Yamcha could do whatever he wanted, Vegeta was no longer around to protect her and a sense of loneliness enveloped her body and she sunk back onto her bed, there was no hope left, her son and her only had her own parents left for support. She didn't think she could tell the others about her relationship with the prince, they wouldn't understand, they hated him for everything and all wished he was still dead.

Far far away…

Vegeta could feel the planet was unstable; volcanoes were erupting in the distance. The air was thick with smoke but his body would withstand it. He felt anger and frustration swell up in his chest. He could sense meteors heading towards the deserted planet and smiled, he would use them to train with. Hot rocks the size of entire buildings began falling at tremendous speed through the planet's atmosphere. Vegeta roared and blasted them, dodged them and felt alive. Even Bulma was out of his mind, he was now focused purely on surviving, and he would save this worthless hunk of rock from certain destruction.

"Yaaa!" Vegeta threw another energy blast and another large meteor and then what he saw next made his heart fall inside his chest. Thousands of meteors were heading towards him and then he found himself feeling rather stupid.

"Fool! If the pod is destroyed there's no way I can get home…I'm done for…" He muttered under his breath, his arms were limp by his side as he watched the rocks falling towards him and then there they were, Bulma and his son in his mind. He imagined her cradling him, he was teaching the boy to walk…to fight…

"Never!" He screamed, his arms outstretched, his legs were spread and his eyes flashed green at the meteors, something was triggered inside of him, like a light had been turned on and now couldn't be turned off. Power engulfed his limbs, his body, his hair; a golden radiance was all about him. He felt invincible and over confident and Vegeta smiled, it felt good. He roared with rage and one by one the meteors dissolved in the golden glow of Vegeta's growing power, he had transformed at last and he finally felt as though he had ascended to his rightful place in saiyan history, as the greatest super saiyan of all time.

As he looked on as the meteors vanished he thought he could see Bulma, he knew he was imagining her but he knew she was there, or on earthing think about him. He had done what he thought he could never do and he was filled with a childish excitement, he had done it. He, the prince of all Saiyans had transformed and now he didn't care about the pathetic life forms on earth, he didn't care if he was hated or not trusted, he was better than all of them. He powered down and he felt content. He wondered if he should return, perhaps not back to Bulma but Earth was a good place to live, at least it was stable.

"Blasted woman, stupid emotions! I was never like this!" Vegeta snorted and then it hit him, he was an entirely different being since he had first met Kakarot and his son, Bulma and Piccolo. Ever since Frieza had killed him and the Z warriors had wished him back, he had become different; he felt he had responsibility, he felt he owed it to them. When he was destroying planets with his saiyan comrades he didn't care less what life he destroyed, it was all just a job, a job that paid quite well. Now he trained to protect a planet, to stop such space pirates and he wasn't even getting paid for it. He didn't care for the money. Since fighting Kakarot he finally had a goal, to beat him and maybe that was what made him stronger, he had become a far better fighter since meeting the younger lower class saiyan. He looked down as his hands, they were sore from his defensive attacks, they were once killer hands but now they would carry his baby, they would be used to fight along side Earth's Z warriors against the androids.

"Right" he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth; it was time to go home. He climbed back into his space pod, hoping it had enough fuel to get him back to Erath. He set the coordinates, closed the hatch and closed his eyes, he was going home.