They were like rabbits at this point. No room had been safe from their cravings. A week had been too long for them to be separated. Every other night she found herself sleeping in his bed. Her body ached, reminding her how much she wanted him again. Even if it was multiple rounds, she still found that their appetite for each other was hard to sedate.
She was sure her parents had caught on by this point, her mother offering to set up a room that could be shared by the two of them. Vegeta had made it very clear that he wanted nothing to do with that.
Weeks had turned into months, much time had passed since the first time they decided to fool around. Snow had finally decided to come down from the sky, leaving the land a white color. She always loved snow whenever they were lucky enough to get some. While the winters remained cold, snow was rare.
She found herself sitting at the kitchen table, a cup of coco in her hand, The heat coming from the cup brought heat to her thin fingers. Bringing the liquid to her lips, she sighed in content. What could possibly make this moment better?
Hearing a door slam open, her eyes followed Vegeta as he entered the kitchen, plopping down in the seat next to her. He looked angry just as usual.
"Right on time as always!" Bunny cheered as she already had a plate full of meat in her hand.
Bulma watched amused as she set the plate down, watching the male already beginning to devour what was in front of him. Seeing her mother approach with another plate, she happily accepted hers. She was starving! Her mother decided to cook ribs this time around, and for some reason, they had sounded delicious.
Picking one piece of meat up, she found herself taking a bite. Chewing a few times, she paused. Something wasn't right.
Vegeta glanced over at her, his brow raising. He noticed she was staring deeply at the rib. She didn't think it was going to oink at her, did she? "What's wrong with you?" He asked her as she immediately dropped the piece of meat. Watching her stand, he only felt confused as she rushed out of the room, her hand on her mouth.
"Oh dear... I hope she's okay." Bunny said worryingly. "I hope there's not a sickness going around."
Vegeta reached over and grabbed her fallen rib. Sniffing it, he soon bit into it. It tasted fine, what was her deal?
Bulma had her head in the toilet bowl, her delicious cocoa now leaving her body. Holding her stomach, she groaned until she finally felt like she could move away. What was wrong with that meat she had just eaten? The smell was horrid, it tasted rotten. There was no way her mother would purposely try to give her something foul like that, right?
Wiping her mouth, she could only groan as she got up. She didn't think she was very hungry any more. Holding her stomach, he decided she'd search through the medicine cabinet. If she was going to be getting sick, she figured maybe she could beat it early on. Finding something that would help treat a cold, she quickly popped a few pills into her mouth. Taking a sip of water from the sink, she swallowed them ! Everything should be fine.
Leaving the bathroom, she hesitated going back into the kitchen. She didn't think she wanted to be near that food any more. "I'm going to go lay down!" She called to them before making her way upstairs. Finding her bed quickly, she groaned as its cool surface surrounded her. She found herself feeling exhausted, like she could actually use a nap.
Closing her eyes, she fell asleep rather quickly.
His body was surrounded by his ki, he could hear his energy cackling around him. Focusing on just raising his energy alone, he pushed hard until he could feel his endcap. The room shook around him, barely able to contain the force he was giving off.
Despite this power, his appearance remained the same. No ridicules blond hair or teal eyes. Just the same black hair and eyes that he had been born with.
He could feel the anger in his chest, his mind boiling. He wanted to destroy everything around him in a fit of rage. What could he be doing wrong? He was the strongest he had ever been! What other piece could he be missing? What did Kakarot have that he didn't? He demanded to know!
How was he supposed to protect the one thing he cared about on this mudball of a planet if he couldn't even get that strong?
Powering down, he took a small amount of anger out on one of the sleeping bots. Kicking it, he watched it hit the wall with a bang! His frown deepened as not even that was enough to bring up his mood. Walking up to the control panel, he wondered if putting his body through another few hours of harsh training would do anything.
His eyes scanned the buttons, noticing just how many were actually on the panel. He only used a third of them. Fingers brushing them, he noticed the ENGINE START one. He forgot that this thing was a spaceship. Maybe that's where he went wrong? He was spending too much time focusing on Bulma that he just couldn't keep his head clear enough to focus.
Maybe what he just needed to make some distance? He could only think about all of the what ifs? Of the entire situation. What if that was all he was missing? Kakarot had gone to space, hadn't he? Oh, but he knew Bulma would be upset, she would be crying if he left. She clung to his side at any chance she could get. He felt like he was at a stalemate, not sure what to do. They were running out of time. There was only a year and a half left before life on earth would come to an end. Despite all the time that passed, he still felt like he was in the same spot.
Was it Bulma? Was she holding him back? She told him that she knew he'd be able to ascend but how? She knew yet had no tricks on doing so. He was left to figure everything out by himself. His pride refused to let him steep low enough to actually ask that third-class idiot. Knowing him, he'd just tell him to listen to his heart or something stupid like that! He'd be as useless to him as he ever was!
He felt a groan coming, spiking up his annoyance once more. Slamming his fist on the gravity button, he knew only fighting these damned bots would be enough to cool him off. He had a lot of steam to get out of his system.
"Sweetie... Your temperature is fine. Are you sure you don't want to go to the doctors?" Bunny asked her daughter, her hand on her back.
Bulma was hunched over the toilet, her stomach convulsing as she had nothing else to throw up. She had to admit, her throwing up constantly was starting to get annoying. Sitting back, she groaned as she shook her head. "No doctor..." She groaned out as she rested her back against the bathtub.
Two weeks of throwing up had made her realize something. Either all the food she was eating was actually poisoned, or something worse had happened. Something she just couldn't accept. Grunting, she forced her body to stand. Her legs shook lightly as she walked past her concerned mother. "I'll be okay. This is nothing to me." She tried to convince her as she walked out of the bathroom.
One hand on her stomach, the other helping support herself, she headed to the front door. "I think I'm going to go out and get some more medicine!" She called out, slipping her shoes on. Throwing her coat over her shoulders, she could see the blond woman approaching quickly.
"Let me at least take you! You are in no condition to drive!" Bunny exclaimed worryingly.
Bulma forced a smile as she shook her head, "I'll be fine. How about you cook up some soup or something for me when I get back. Maybe I'll be able to hold that down." She told her, hoping the thought of cooking would reassure her.
Bunny had paused before nodding slowly, "I can do that... But if you realize something is wrong, you call me immediately!"
She nodded at her mother, a natural smile pushing through. Her mother worried too much about her. Turning away, she left the house.
The air was chilly, nipping at her exposed skin. It was snowing lightly, almost easy to miss if you went trying to see it. Looking towards the GR, she wasn't surprised that he was in there training. She noticed that when he wasn't with her, he was in there training away. She could tell how exhausted he had been lately. What was he trying to do?
Walking passed the large orb, she uncapsuled her hoverjet. Getting inside, she was soon on her way to the closest store. Flying through this weather was a task in itself. Before she knew it, she was finally roaming the aisles of the store. Stopping at the medicine shelfs, she tried to look for something that could ease her throwing up. Something that could help with the soreness of her throat. As she scanned the shelves, she wondered if any of these bottles could actually help her.
She knew deep inside that medicine couldn't fix what her problem was. She found herself biting at her lip, maybe she was paranoid. The chance was extremely low, but there still was that possibility. Would it hurt checking? At least that would stop all of these worrying thoughts from roaming her mind.
A few bottles in hand, she turned and stepped towards another section of the store. When she found herself standing in front of the different types of tests, reality was really setting it. She could be pregnant. How else was she supposed to explain the way she was feeling? She felt drained, as if something was taking her energy from her. Nothing she ate tasted good! Half of her day was wasted hunched over the toilet!
Staring at the tests, she felt her chest swell in emotion. There was no way she could be pregnant. She was on that damn shot! It was supposed to be bulletproof! Reaching out, she snatched a few from the shelf. She just needed to see at least one negative, then everything would be fine.
The flight back home was long and tedious. She just wanted to get back home so she could reassure herself. She needed proof that she was just being exaggerated like she always was. Looking down at her stomach, she noticed no difference. This wasn't going to happen.
Finally reaching her home, she rushed inside, the bag close to her body. Flying past her mother, she went to her room, straight to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. She didn't want anyone else to disturb her. Dumping the bag into the sink, she watched as all of the bottles and boxes fell out. Tearing the boxes open, she had herself four tests. Four tests that could all tell her that she was acting ridiculous with these silly thoughts.
Quickly reading the directions, she made quick to use them. As she waited for the results, she found herself pacing the floor. How was she supposed to wait three minutes? Did the people who created these not realize how many worrying thoughts could fill her mind as she waited. Everything would be fine.
She turned her back to the tests, not even wanting a peek. She wasn't sure her heart would be able to handle it. She began pacing again, her eyes glued to her watch. One minute was up, two more to go. Turning towards her mirror, she took a moment to look at her appearance. She really looked like a trainwreck.
Her eyes went back to her watch. Less than a minute. She could feel her heart pounding away in her chest, she was beginning to feel overwhelmed. Everything would be fine. Turning towards the tests, she kept her head high. She was a confident woman and she was confident that she was not pregnant. Stepping up to them, she stared down at the result.
All four marked positive.
With the new knowledge she had, she did what any sane woman would do. She screamed.