By Fate, We Fell In Love Chapter 10

Hello! This will be a very emotional chapter. Vegeta may come off as OC sometimes or may seem more uncaring than in the previous chapters. He's dealing with this in his own way, note the back and forth of the emotions.

Don't tell me you're my heartbreaker
Cause girl, my heart is breaking…

Heartbreaker- Justin Bieber

Vegeta barely got any sleep the night previously. In the morning, before Bulma could get up, he left to the Gravity Machine. His training was sloppy this morning because he couldn't concentrate on anything other than the repetitive thought "she's pregnant". Vegeta barely missed a droid passing by him. Just last month they had cross over the boundaries of sexual tension and awakened truths they both tried to hide and now their actions produced a living being. Well, that escaladed quickly. Vegeta just barely missed another droid attacking. He flew up, avoiding more droids. All the unprotected nights; Vegeta should of known better, Goku has a demi-child. That was the last thing on Vegeta's mind. And probably that woman's mind. She was still trying to get married last Vegeta checked. To that idiot. Suddenly, a droid appeared on Vegeta's left, coming full speed. Vegeta blocked it but was pummeled by the other droids immediately. Vegeta immediately shut down the controls. He walked out the Gravity Machine and took the skies. He needed to be out in the open right now. He would end of blowing up that capsule and Bulma would have something else to bitch about, besides him getting her pregnant. Vegeta wasn't even sure Bulma knew she was pregnant. He flew out East towards a large forest. He needed to let out some steam, without alerting Goku or Piccolo.

Bulma finally woke up around 11:30 am. She couldn't believe she slept so late. Even with all the extra sleep, she felt exhausted. She stretched her arms over her head, looking out the window. She knew Vegeta wouldn't be in bed this long because it would waste his precious training time. She saw the Gravity Machine but the lights weren't on and she didn't hear the slight hum of the machine. She got out of his bed, going out on the patio to get a better look. Nope. Nothing. Bulma concluded that either Vegeta was in the house, getting ready for lunch or the machine was broken in some type of way. She rolled her eyes, guessing it was the latter and went back to her room to get a pair of shoes on.

Bulma inspected the Gravity Machine, finding it was in 100% working condition. Nothing was wrong. Even the droids were in good shape. However, the controls were still slightly warm, indicating that Vegeta had been in there. Bulma had to pass the kitchen to come outside and she didn't find him in there either. She shrugged her shoulders, exiting the capsule and heading back inside. She was starving, having missed breakfast. She hoped lunch was almost done.

The next few days, Bulma noticed that she hadn't seen Vegeta much. The only time she saw him was in passing. Either he was leaving the kitchen to fly off to who knows or he was returning from training and heading straight to his room. Bulma couldn't pinpoint the change in his behavior but it almost seemed as if he was avoiding her. Bulma shrugged his behavior off for the most part, deciding that he was probably trying new techniques to transform into a Super Saiyan. Besides, she had bigger problems to worry about. All the stress she had been under with the affair and her new position, Bulma's body was being affected and she was 2 weeks late for her period by time she noticed she hadn't gotten it yet. Plus, her heartburn was growing worst and she was slowly becoming an emotional wreck. The other day, she cried because her ordered pizza was cold. She ended up getting a fresh, hot, free one for the mishap but it definitely shook her up. Sure, she always have been about the drama, but randomly crying and getting angry over small things was doing the most even for her.

Bulma decided one day to go back to working out. Maybe that's all her body needed was a good run on the treadmill. She put on some running shorts and a tank and gym shoes before heading down to breakfast. And like the last few days, Vegeta was walking out the kitchen as she was heading in. She watched him leave out the house and take to the sky. Bulma shook her head, heading into the kitchen, sitting across from her mother.

"Morning Bulma!" Mrs. Briefs said cheery.

"Morning Mom." Bulma said, sitting down, looking at the selection of breakfast foods on the table. "Did Vegeta eat before I got down here?"

"Oh yeah, he came down early this morning. You just missed him." Mrs. Briefs answered, buttering a piece of toast. "He certainly has been more determined than usual." she noted.

"Yeah, I noticed that too." Bulma said with a hint of sadness.

"Try the breakfast casserole I made. It's a new recipe." Her mother said, grabbing the casserole bowl, passing it to Bulma.

"It smells good." Bulma said, grabbing the bowl from Mrs. Briefs. "What's in it?"

"Well, of course eggs, sausage, bacon, cheese, hash browns, onions, and peppers." Mrs. Briefs said, going back to her breakfast. "Your father liked it a lot." Bulma shrugged her shoulders, deciding to give it a try, placing a good amount on her plate, along with two biscuits, some sausage links, and rice with cheese and egg.

"Your appetite has truly grown over the last few weeks." Mrs. Briefs said, looking at her daughter's plate. Bulma looked up from eating at her mother.

"I know, it's so weird." she said before returning to her food. Mrs. Briefs smiled at Bulma happily.

"I doubt you have any more growing to do." she said with a small laugh.

After breakfast, Bulma went straight to working out. She got on the treadmill, setting it for a light jog. Her workout was going well for the first 10 minutes but after that, Bulma was starting to feel a bit nauseous. At first, she thought that she was running too fast for just eating breakfast. However, she had done that many times. Bulma turned off her treadmill, leaning down to feel better. When it wasn't working, she went to the water fountain, hoping the sips of cool water would help. After a few sips, she leaned against the wall, waiting for the feeling to go away. She took a deep breath and instantly felt the urge to find the nearest bathroom, where she threw up her entire breakfast. Once she was done, Bulma felt absolutely awful. She leaned back against the bathroom stall's wall, still sitting on the floor. Bulma couldn't understand where this sudden illness came up from. Her only guess was that she was coming down with the flu, which would explain why she had been so tired lately. When she finally found the strength to get up, she left the gym, hoping her behavior didn't catch the attention to any one there. Rumors could spread miles within the company and her being the in line for the president position would make the rumors even juicier.

The next three days following the incident, Bulma didn't feel much better. Most smells were nauseating to her and she couldn't keep most of her food down. She must have been coming down with the flu. It was years since Bulma had the flu or even a simple cold. Lying on her back in bed, Bulma touched the back of her head with her hand, feeling for a rise in temperature. She felt normal, plus she didn't have a feeling of chills either, so maybe it was stress again. Bulma let out a frustrated growl as she rolled over to her bedside table, grabbing the phone. She hit speed dial number 6, waiting as the phone immediately began ringing. Moments later, a woman answered the phone.

"Hello, Dr. Ugami's office. How can I help you?" the receptionist spoke on the other end of the phone.

"Hi, I would like to make an appointment. Is there anything open today?" Bulma asked, sitting up in the bed.

"Yes, actually her 2 o'clock cancelled. Will that work for you?"

"Yes! Thank you." Bulma replied, getting out of bed to get dressed. She gave her name before ending the call, confirming her appointment. Bulma quickly showered and got dressed. She was going to get to the bottom of all this. Maybe the doctor would prescribe a Valium or something.

Vegeta's war scream echoed through the mountains as he blew up another unoccupied island. It was the third this week. The water below him began settling and the spray from his attack was falling back down into the water, leaving Vegeta drenched and pissed. He had been trying to get his "emotions" out by training away from Capsule Corp. but somehow he wasn't able to get them out without blowing something up. How could he be so careless, letting his guard down and letting that woman get so close to him? He didn't even think of the possibilities of her becoming pregnant. That was a distant thought that never crossed his mind. Vegeta didn't know what he was more upset about: the fact that he allowed Bulma to become so close to him, the fact that she was carrying his child, or the fact that he knew she wouldn't leave Yamcha. He didn't know why he cared about that fool and their relationship. Vegeta pushed that thought deep in the back of his mind. He would not succumb to any feelings towards Bulma outside the general respect for her. This year and some months have been nothing but one distraction after another and he would be damned if he let that woman ruin everything he had worked so hard to gain. Getting angry again, Vegeta began powering up, prepared to blow something else up. He sensed a familiar ki creeping up towards his direction. Vegeta rolled his eyes, stopping his power up, leaving his power at the elevated level. He growled, straightening up, never turning around.

"What is it, Namekian?" Vegeta spat out. This is what he wanted to avoid: running into that damn Piccolo.

"I'm only here out of concern of the Earth. You are near my typical meditating area." Piccolo said, staring at the back of Vegeta's head. Vegeta smirked a bit, turning his head enough for Piccolo to see his face.

"I didn't kill anyone if that's what you are wondering." he said mockingly.

"I already knew that. I was just curious on what brought you way out here. You're miles away from Capsule Corp." Piccolo stated. Vegeta turned back around, 'hmph'ing in the process.

"That is the point." he mumbled out. Sensing Piccolo was still standing there, waiting for more from the prince, he added "I am attempting to train, if that is ok with you, Namekian." Vegeta said, returning to his normally irritated tone.

"I don't care about how you decide to train for the impending attack, just as long as you aren't putting any humans in harm's way." Piccolo said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Whatever you are angry about has nothing to do with innocent lives."

"Are you done lecturing me?" Vegeta said annoyed already with the matter at hand. Piccolo scowl deepened. He didn't understand Vegeta or even wanted to. Goku spoke greatly about him, and apparently he gotten Bulma to fall for him, according to Goku. He would like to know why Vegeta wasn't utilizing the machine Goku told him about. It sounded like it would be a great asset for Vegeta to finally transform. Whatever happened, Vegeta was definitely angry about something. Piccolo saw him from a distance earlier; the intensity Vegeta was surrounding himself with allowed Piccolo to approach without being noticed sooner.

"You know, it doesn't hurt to care…" Piccolo said. A quick wind blew pass, blowing his cape. He sensed Vegeta's body tense up and took notice of his fists tightening up. That's what has him so worked up about.

"Unless you want to go out with this mountain over here, I suggest you leave me to my private training, Namekian." Vegeta said, getting pissed off all over again. Piccolo stood there a moment later before flying off towards Mount Paozu. Maybe Goku's assumptions about the relationship between Bulma and Vegeta were true. But it was also evident that Vegeta was having a hard time accepting any of the feelings he was feeling right now.

Bulma sat on the edge of the examination edge, waiting as her doctor was tying in her findings.

"Well, it's not the stomach flu. You don't have a fever or chills and everything else seems normal enough." Dr. Ugami said, still typing. "You said you were under a lot of stress lately so your symptoms could be stress related." she said, turning back to Bulma. "But to rule out everything, I'm going to have the nurse draw some blood." she said, standing back up. Bulma gave her an odd look.

"Draw blood? For what?"

"Some of your symptoms are also symptoms of pregnancy or anemia so we want to rule everything out." she said, placing the order for blood in the computer. "The lab is closed right now, but we will send your sample to them first thing in the morning. We will have the results in the same day."

"Pregnant? No, I'm not pregnant." Bulma said, waving her hand to dismiss the idea.

"Just in case, we are testing for both." Dr. Ugami said with a smile. She patted Bulma's knee before leaving out the room, alerting a nurse with the blood drawing order. Bulma shook her head. Dr. Ugami was crazy. She wasn't pregnant in any sense of the word.

Bulma attempted to distract herself with work in the lab, but she couldn't get the doctor's words out of head. Could she really be pregnant? She and Vegeta never used protection. Ever. But she was sure they attempted the "pull out" method. When she almost burned her hand with the handheld laser, Bulma decided to find out on her own instead of sitting anxiously for the doctor. She was pretty sure all this was in her head. She dropped the laser and ran upstairs to grab her purse.

"Wait two minutes…ok. It has been like a minute now…" Bulma said, reading the instructions to the pregnancy test. She looked back at the test for the 20th time, waiting for the little hour glass to change to "Not Pregnant" or "Pregnant". She knew deep down she wasn't pregnant. She would have known that she was pregnant. Her period was due soon, or was it supposed to be here last week? Bulma shook her head, rolling her eyes. She was under a lot of stress and guilt, that's why she wasn't feeling her best. Yet, she couldn't help but to think that there was a small chance that her and Vegeta had really fucked up now…

*Beep* The internal timer stopped on the test. Bulma took a deep breath in and looked at the test, seeing in big letters "PREGNANT". Bulma picked it up quickly, rereading the test, looking back at the box and the test, as if she messed up somehow. Trembling, Bulma couldn't believe what she was reading.

"Oh…my…God…" she said, feeling immediately lighthead before everything went black.

Vegeta was walking through the halls of Capsule Corp., returning from releasing his own stress and anger. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he headed up the stairs to shower off the sea water, dirt, and sweat. His ears picked up a thud, coming from Bulma's room. Against his better judgment, he went to investigate what caused the noise. He peeked into her room, not seeing any sign of Bulma or something that would have made that noise. He saw her bathroom light was on so he headed in her room to the bathroom. He found Bulma passed out on the floor, holding an item in her hand. He kneeled down, touching her carotid artery to be sure she was still alive. She was, just passed out. Vegeta lifted her head up, holding it up as she slept. He pulled the item out her hand, reading the same words that caused her to faint. Well, if she didn't know before, she knew now. Vegeta heard Yamcha and Mrs. Briefs heading up the stairs, looking for Bulma. He lowered her head back down on the floor softly and grabbed the test. He was heading out when he noticed the box sitting on the floor. He grabbed that as well and left her room through the window.

"Bulma! The caterer is going to be here soon!" Mrs. Briefs called out to her daughter, noticing her bedroom door was open. "He wants you and Yamcha to approve the dinner menu!" she yelled into the door. "Bulma?" Mrs. Briefs said, looking for her. They both entered the room, noticing her bathroom light was on and the door was opened. The two investigated the bathroom to find Bulma still passed out on the floor. Mrs. Briefs screamed and Yamcha immediately dropped to the floor to pick Bulma up. He shook her a bit, calling her name.

"She's alive. Just seemed as if she passed out." Yamcha said, getting up with Bulma, placing her in the bed. Mrs. Briefs ran in the bathroom, grabbing a small towel and wet it with cool water. She placed it on Bulma's head, waiting with Yamcha for her to come to. About 30 seconds later, Bulma began to stir from her sleep. She slowly opened her eyes and sat up.

"Be careful dear! You might be injured!" Mrs. Briefs exclaimed. Yamcha was sitting on the opposite of Bulma, helping her sit up in bed. Bulma groaned, rubbing the back of her head. Why did her head hurt and how did she get in bed? The last thing she could remember was being in the bathroom.

"Ugh, what happened?" Bulma asked, still rubbing her head.

"We found you passed out in the bathroom. Are you feeling ok?" Yamcha said, still holding her up.

"I suppose so. Must have hit my head in there." Bulma said, wincing through pain. Mrs. Briefs walked back in the bathroom, returning with a glass of water and some pain pills. Bulma graciously took the pills to start her relief. She tried to remember what she was doing immediately before she passed out. All she could remember was thinking was "FUCK!". Then it hit her and she felt weak all over again. She was pregnant. Pregnant with a Saiyan child. Pregnant with Vegeta's Saiyan child. She could almost see the darkness again.

"Whoa! You ok?" Yamcha asked, noticing all the color drained away from Bulma's face and her eyes seemed to flutter as if she was going to faint again.

"It's that darn flu. She hasn't been able to keep food down for the last few days." Mrs. Brief said. "You need to make a doctor appointment immediately." Mrs. Briefs said, reaching for the phone.

"No!" Bulma exclaimed, panicked. "I-I already went earlier today! She said it was the flu. I-I think, I'm gonna be o-ok." Bulma was very jittery now.

"You sure you're ok? You seem anxious all of the sudden." Yamcha asked. Bulma looked him in his eyes and instantly wanted to die. How could she do this to someone who cared so much for her? All she could do was nod her head. Yamcha smiled meekly at her, helping her out the bed.

"Come on, the caterer is bringing the food for the reception for us to finalize. You'll feel better after you eat."

Vegeta stood on the roof, looking down at the two items in his hand. With a small squeeze, he broke the pregnancy test. With a small burst of energy, he destroyed all the evidence. He only acted on Bulma's expense. So she finally figured it out after all. And just as he thought, Yamcha was there to save the day, so to speak. Vegeta wasn't in the mood to deal with Bulma just yet so he left Capsule Corp. again, this time, heading out north. He wouldn't run into Piccolo out there.

8 weeks. She was 8 weeks pregnant. Bulma sat in the doctor's office, listening to the quick heart beat radiating from her abdomen. The next day, bright and early, the doctor called Bulma to come back to the office, confirming her pregnancy. It wasn't until she heard the heart beating that she believed it, just barely. Bulma looked at the monitor she was on, tracing the heart rate of the unborn fetus. She was still in shock, barely listening to the doctor as she spoke about sending her to a colleague who specialized in obstetrics and would be taking care of Bulma's pregnancy from this point on.

"And you sure that's not my heart rate?" Bulma said, knowing damn well it wasn't. The doctor laughed, sitting down at eye level with Bulma.

"No. It's definitely a baby in there," Dr. Ugami said, patting Bulma's leg. "I know you're scared but you will get through this. Right now, you're still in shock but as your body goes through the changes of pregnancy, things will start to clear up and it will start to become reality for you." Dr. Ugami said, turning around to write some notes on Bulma's record. "Also, you have plenty of support. You will be fine. Plus, you're walking down the aisle soon. So much exciting, wonderful things are going on right now for you." Bulma wanted to die right there. There was no way she could expect Yamcha to still want to marry her after this.

Bulma sat in on the fountain that sat in the middle of the sidewalk on Carter Avenue. She attempted to enjoy some frozen yogurt while people watching. She wanted to get her mind off of things, but all she could think about was the disaster that she had turned her life into. She thought about all the possibilities: she could get an abortion, but she didn't have the strength in her to go through with it. She could try and hide it, but she would eventually get big enough that hiding it wouldn't be an appropriate decision. The only option she had was to break the news to everyone, have Yamcha break the engagement, never talk to her again, and Vegeta would leave immediately, unwilling to take care of her or the child. She let out a frustrated sigh, touching her still flat stomach.

"Look what you've done now, Bulma…" she whispered to herself. She couldn't pretend the child was Yamcha's. They had never had sex before and she was a virgin up until recently. Suddenly, she got an idea. A sick, cruel idea, but it would save her from the inevitable future she was facing.

Vegeta had been avoiding Bulma now for 2 weeks. He wasn't ready to face her or the truth that he would be having a child. He didn't want to accept the fact that, like Kakarot, he allowed a woman to soften him and put him in the position of a father and lover. He wanted it all to go away and if avoiding Bulma and Capsule Corp. was the way to do it, so be it. He never wanted any of this. All he planned to do was to become stronger, defeat Kakarot, and possibly destroy the planet if need be. Namek humbled him a bit, making him realize that he had more work to do to become the best he always planned to be. Earth calmed him, giving him a sense of mind he never knew he could have. And Bulma, she opened a piece of his heart that she could only fit and he hated every bit of it. He hated himself for allowing her to come so near to him. And he hated himself for being so weak.

Vegeta sat on top of a valley, looking down at the greenery that surrounded him. The sun warmed his tanned skin and a light breeze cooled him just the same. All was silent, minus the birds chirping in the background. There were a few deer gazing about, taking in the day as well, watching some bids overhead. Vegeta threw his fist down on the ground below him, shaking the area a bit. He didn't want this. Not at all.

Short chapter, but I didn't want to get into my nitty gritty just yet. Please review =) Thanks loves!