Chapter 12
A month later…
Bulma knelt with her head partially in the bowl of the toilet as she emptied the contents of her stomach. She stood up and pressed the flush button before heading to the sink to brush her teeth.
She's been throwing up for almost three days and she was really starting to get worried. Initially she wrote it off as a bad reaction to the take out she had not so long ago. But then, as time passed, her condition didn't get any better. Deep down, Bulma had a sneaking suspicion what the cause of her illness was, but she had to get tested in order to be sure.
"It's best if I go now. The sooner I get it done, the sooner I can get answers. Oh Kami, why me?" Bulma straightened up her appearance and headed to the private hospital in the city. She arrived and after stating that she wanted to get a pregnancy test, filled in a form that a nurse with a kind face handed to her. Thanks to the contributions Capsule Corp made to the hospital, she didn't have to wait too long before being called in to see the doctor. The heiress was directed to a private room and told to wait for the doctor.
She didn't have to wait too long because about five minutes later, a female doctor with short black hair walked in and greeted her with a warm smile that immediately put her fraying nerves at ease.
"Good afternoon Ms Briefs. I'm Dr. Himiko and I'll be looking after you today. Before we get started, can I just confirm that you are indeed here for a pregnancy test?"
"Yes, that's correct." Bulma nodded her assent with a small smile of her own. There was something about this woman, she had an energy about her that was just tranquil and calming.
"Okay, wonderful. While we wait for the nurse to come back with what I need, I'll just ask you a couple of questions. They're just the general basic health questions, nothing special."
As she was answering the doctors questions, the nurse walked in with the apparatus placed neatly on a tray.
"Alright. I'm just going to draw a small amount of your blood and we'll send it off to the lab for testing."
Dr. Himiko cleaned the area inside Bulma's elbow with an alcohol swab and retrieved the blood she needed.
"Great. I'll be back with your results soon. My assistant will keep you company in the meantime. Just sit back and relax, okay?" She said with a wink.
"Okay." The heiress answered with a soft smile.
After making small talk with the nurse about nothing in particular, the doctor walked back into the room a while later with a bright smile on her face that immediately confirmed what Bulma knew to be true.
"Congratulations Ms Briefs. You're five weeks pregnant!" It felt as though time had come to a complete standstill after those words were uttered from the doctors mouth.
Pregnant.
She was pregnant.
"How is that possible? I'd been on the pill for months without fail." Bulma asked her, just needing some type of clarification.
"There are some cases, albeit rare, of women falling pregnant even though they used the most effective contraceptive pill around. It just so happened that you fell into that category."
'Or maybe, a certain Saiyan's sperm is a little too strong for human based countermeasures.' She thought to herself wryly, inwardly rolling her eyes at her dry humour.
After exchanging a few more words, with the doctor promising full confidentiality after seeing Bulma's nervous reaction to the news, Bulma thanked her for her help and with a short embrace to the doctor and the nurse, left the hospital. On the drive back home, she had a million questions going through her head.
Was she ready to be a mother? Yes she was.
What if she didn't turn out to be a good one? With her mom's help, her baby would have the best upbringing filled with security, love and warmth. She'd make damn sure of it.
What was Vegeta going to say?
That last one had her groaning out loud with worry. The heiress couldn't even imagine what her volatile Saiyan's reaction was going to be. The very thought of telling him had her feeling sick all over again.
"Oh Kami. Please let it go well when I do tell him." She said to the air around her.
After training in four hundred and fifty times gravity for a little over six hours, the Prince was sitting on the grass outside the GR, the crisp cold air cooling his overheating skin. He had come to a conclusion regarding his training, one that was looking more and more like the solution to his problems.
Vegeta had come to realise that the reason he was not progressing any further was that there was no challenge for him, nothing to really push him into breaking the barrier that stood between him and his birthright. He needed to leave Earth and find harsher environments to train under. It was the only way.
Though if he was being honest, that wasn't the only reason he wanted to leave the planet, not really. There was something else, something a bit more...intimate.
When Vegeta had mated the vivacious woman, he believed that the desire that raged for her would calm slightly. If anything, it's been even worse since then. The more he gorged himself on the sweetness of her body, the more he burned for her. If he wasn't training, he was indulging himself with the intoxicating taste of her creamy skin for hours on end. It was distracting him, making him lose his focus. He had a goal to achieve, and he couldn't do that if his attention was on the woman. No, he had to leave. There was no other way.
The Prince stood up and rolled his head to alleviate the ache in his neck. His head fell back and he looked up into the light blue sky, his gaze severe as he envisioned himself finally realising his destiny in the dark, unforgiving regions of the universe.
'On my honour as the last royal heir of the mighty Saiyan race, I WILL reach my destiny! Once I have claimed my birthright as the most powerful warrior in the universe, I will crush those tin cans with my bare hands! And when they're gone, you'll be next, Kakarot. Mark my words.'
With a malevolent smirk on his face, Vegeta made his way to the lab in the compound.
He would become the legendary. Or he would die trying.
In the evening, Bulma was in Vegeta's room waiting for him to come up. Ever since she came back from the hospital, she'd been avoiding him like the plague. A childish manoeuvre but it was for a good reason. Her nerves had been shot to hell and she knew that if he had found her, he would've smelled a rat immediately. With Vegeta, she could hide nothing. He was just too observant. Her best bet had been to wait until she'd managed to calm down before breaking the news.
Not that it had helped much since she was flitting up and down his room like a hamster on a sugar high.
The faint sound of footsteps reached her ears and she stopped burning a hole into the carpet to turn and face the door. It was time.
'I wonder if it's too late to jump out the window and make a run for it.'
Just as she was considering going through with the absurd idea, the door slid open and the Prince walked into the room, not even taking two steps in before looking up and seeing her standing in the centre of the room.
Vegeta raised a questioning eyebrow at her. "Is there any particular reason you're standing in the middle of my room looking like a lost puppy, woman?"
Not that he minded her in his room. He let his eyes roam her nightgown clad body at a leisurely pace from the top of her head to her ample breasts, showing that her nipples had hardened at his scrutiny. He smirked a little at that tidbit of information. He went further down reaching her trim waist and-
What was that?
He frowned in confusion. He definitely felt something. But what?
Before he could question it even further, the woman walked towards him, her hips swaying gently as she got closer. By Kami, her porcelain skin was shining in the moonlight, giving her an almost ethereal glow. She came to a stop in front of him and looked into his eyes, her sapphire eyes sparkling in the dim lighting of the room.
"I actually wanted to talk to you about something." She bit her lip, her eyes never leaving his. Vegeta's eyes narrowed at the innocent gesture. He had the sudden urge to close the gap between them and run his tongue along her lip to sooth the tiny pain from her bite. Dammit! This was exactly the type of distraction he'd realised was holding him back from reaching his goal.
Earlier he had started second guessing his idea, thinking about how the woman would react to the news of his upcoming departure. This little moment of theirs had him becoming more and more secure in his decision to leave. But that didn't mean he still couldn't tell her.
At least, not in a conventional manner.
"Funny you should say that, because I have something I wish to say as well." He stated huskily while staring at her lips before looking into her eyes, desire beginning to burn its way through him in waves.
Bulma felt her breath catch in her throat at that all too familiar look. Kami, that look never failed to leave her breathless with its intensity alone. He always reminded her of a panther with the hidden power in his graceful movements and his stare that could burn a hole into her very soul.
Wait, didn't he say he wanted to tell her something just now?
She licked her suddenly dry lips and tried to clear her clouded mind.
"What's on your mind?"
The Prince wrapped his arm around her waist and quickly brought her closer to him, causing her to gasp. He gazed into her eyes for a moment, an unknown emotion burning in his obsidian gaze before closing the tiny gap between and brushing his lips over hers. Her lips parted and he wasted no time in deepening the kiss, his tongue gently swirling against hers in a familiar dance as old as time. Before he could take it any further, Bulma put a hand on his chest and pulled back.
"Hold on, you said you had something you wanted to say." She reminded him before they got too far. She still had her own news she wanted to break but decided to let him go first, thinking whatever he had to say wasn't as shocking as her news.
"I do, and I was before you interrupted me." He smirked minutely at her confused expression before bending down, slowly closing the distance between them. He stopped a hair's width away from her cherry sweet lips. "Don't overthink, Bulma. Just listen." He closed the distance between them and kissed her tenderly.
This time, Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck as she returned his soft kiss. They stood in the same spot for a moment before Vegeta lifted her up and carried her to his bed. He dropped her in the middle and moved to straddle her hips. She watched as his eyes slowly started turning a deep crimson, not as prominent as before but still as intense. The heiress blushed under his heavy gaze, her breathing getting more shallow with every soft touch he left on her body.
Vegeta took a deep breath as the scent of Bulma's arousal permeated the air around them, a growl resonating deep in his chest at the sweet smell. Gods above, this woman's intoxicating scent alone was enough to drive him through the roof. He slowly ran his fingers up her arms, leaving goosebumps along their trail, and bent down to kiss her again as his hands cup either side of her face.
The blue haired beauty wrapped one arm around his neck and the other hand ran through his hair as they exchanged kisses. She moaned lightly when she felt him swivel his hips around hers, his arousal evident through his training pants.
He trailed slow open mouthed kisses down her neck, leisurely licking and sucking until he reached her mark. He bit it lightly, eliciting a small shiver from the woman. He laid his hands on her waist and held on before flipping them over with him underneath her.
Bulma gasped when she felt the sudden shift and raised her head to look at him with surprise. He hardly ever let her be on top, preferring to be the alpha in their bedroom antics.
The Prince gave her a sultry smirk before pulling her head down and kissing her thoroughly. He didn't stop as he released her head and moved his hands up the back of her thighs, taking her gown with them. He bent one of his legs and ground his thigh against her bundle of nerves while he bit her bottom lip, relishing the whimper she let out, and pulled it slightly before releasing it with a pop and slid her dress over her head, not bothering to check where he tossed it.
The young heiress was pleasantly surprised at how her brutish Saiyan was acting tonight. His preferred style was commanding and rough yet passionate when he fucked her. Only this time, with his tender kisses and soft touches it felt like he was, dare she say it, making love to her.
It was in the way he slid her dress off of her instead of ripping it in half as he usually does, the kisses that lingered on parts of her skin that had her shuddering in rapture, the way his blood red eyes burned with passion and that indiscernible emotion when he looked at her and in the way he slowly pleasured her with his fingers and mouth before smoothly sliding up in her hot depths and keeping a gentle yet sensual pace that had her moaning her satisfaction and her heart soared higher and higher. She heard everything he was saying to her with his actions.
For hours, they continued at the same pace until they both fell over on the bed, exhausted yet deeply satisfied. Vegeta gathered her in his arms and brought her close, her face in the crook of his neck.
"Mmm, Vegeta?" She mumbled in question.
"Hm?"
She opened her mouth to say what she originally wanted to but cut herself off quickly, afraid the news would ruin the tranquil moment between them.
"Your words were very sweet, also very unlike you. Did you hit your head before you came to the room?" She asked with a tired giggle.
"Hmph, foolish woman." Vegeta rolled his eyes as he muttered under his breath.
She smiled softly and settled into his hold. She decided to take advantage of this rare moment between them and tell him in the morning when they could duke it out post-orgasmic bliss.
"I love you." Bulma unknowingly whispered before falling asleep, missing the incredulous look the Prince sent her way.
In the morning Bulma woke up and wondered about the strange dream she had where she'd been jostled about by some unknown force. Her hand reached for Vegeta's side of the bed, unsurprised to find it empty. She looked over at the clock and saw it was ten o'clock.
'No wonder he isn't here. He's probably been training in the chamber for five hours now.'
Hold up one second.
She strained her ears and noticed the lack of a hum that's supposed to be coming from said chamber. She turned her head towards the window and her eyes nearly bulged out of her head at what greeted, or rather, what didn't greet her.
What the fuck?
The ship was gone.
Oh no.
A feeling of dread started overwhelming her, making her feel like she was going to be sick. That dream she had about being jostled around wasn't a dream at all. It was the ship taking off, the force shaking the ground but she'd been so tired she slept right through it.
"No, no! It can't be! I'm overreacting. Dad probably took it down so he could fix it up properly in the basement. No biggie." She was grasping at straws, she knew but was unwilling to even consider the other possibility.
Just to be sure, she quickly put on her nightgown and went to the closet to retrieve one of her robes she left in there. What she saw when she opened it damn near broke her heart.
All of his armour was gone.
"W-w-where? W-why?" She whispered softly, sadness slowly beginning to make its way through her very being before she snapped into gear and made a mad dash for the kitchen. She found her parents there and approached her father.
"Dad, where's the ship? And Vegeta?" Distress was clearly visible on her face, confusing the good doctor.
"You don't know?"
When she shook her head in the negative, Dr Briefs' eyes widened a bit in shock. "Honey he's gone. He came to me in the early afternoon yesterday and asked me to check if it was worthy to depart as soon as possible."
Early afternoon? She'd been at the hospital at that time. Did he go to her father deliberately, knowing she had left earlier?
"All it needed was some fuel and a small upgrade in the navigational system and it was good to go. He blasted off a few hours ago. I thought he told you."
Oh he told her alright.
"Don't overthink, Bulma. Just listen."
Bulma's head was spinning violently, her palms sweaty and her eyes filled with tears at the news. So that's what last night was about. He was saying goodbye. But like the prideful, manipulative bastard he was, he didn't have the balls to tell her in words and exhausted her to the point she wouldn't wake up when he left.
Her mother noticed her distress and sat her down on one of the chairs.
"Bulma darling, it'll be alright! He'll be back before you know it and you two can bless this home with beautiful grandbabies for me and your father." The older woman noted with a warm smile.
Bulma looked at her mother with a blank expression, took her hand and placed it on her abdomen.
"Way ahead of you mom." She stated flatly.
Dr Briefs and his daughter cringed at the loud squeal Bunny released when she figured out what Bulma meant.
"Oh my goodness! I'm going to be a grandma! Oh, this is sooo exciting! We have to start planning the nursery and the baby shower and names! The possibilities are endless!" She preened as she danced around the kitchen like a fairy.
"Congratulations Bulma. I'm truly happy for you both." Dr Briefs told his daughter with a proud smile on his face.
"Thank you Mom, Dad." She responded mechanically. The heiress couldn't even force a smile. Her heart just wasn't in it.
'Why Vegeta? Why?'
Author's Note: Wow, what a dick move from our resident Prince. If that ain't the very definition of love em and leave em….
My heart broke a little while writing this. I just felt sorry for Bulma. She wasn't expecting him to just up and leave without a word, especially since she's pregnant now. Worry not, she'll get through this like the champion she is!
I hope you enjoyed this chapter ladies and gentlemen. As always, a huge thanks to RoyalBlueRoses and Becky L. Sly for their reviews. Make sure you check out their own fics, Gemini Saga and What If: Namek Saga respectively. They're totally worth the read, promise!
Don't forget to R and R! Stay safe, healthy and happy during these trying times everyone. Until next time my dudes. Lots of love, RR18