By Fate, We Fell In Love Chapter 12

Wooo! It's been a journey guys! It's almost November and I graduate in December, thank you Jesus! Which means, I can write more yaaaaaa! Welp, I hate to keep you waiting any longer so here's the next chapter! Happy Halloween!

And you intrigue me, like you make me want more.
Like, you make me wanna be with you.
And I don't know how you do it, because, no
I never felt like this about a guy
Cause guys are so fucking clingy and annoying to me
It pisses me off; they do everything to make me want them.
You do the total opposite; you do everything to make me
Like want to run away from you…

Options- PartyNextDoor (female voice interlude)

Bulma sat at the kitchen table, attempting to make herself eat something for breakfast. She had been so depressed lately, she had a hard time eating or getting around. It wasn't good for the baby, but she couldn't help herself. It's been almost 2 months since Vegeta or Yamcha had spoken to her. She had a small round bulge coming from her stomach. She was barely showing and she was 3 months pregnant. The morning sickness had ended around her 10th week. But she still didn't have much of an appetite however. She was too depressed. Her mother gave her company during the times she didn't want to go in to work and her father was around whenever she stepped foot in the lab. They were driving her insane. Both of them were constantly doting on her: her mother was shoving food and baby magazines and books in her face any chance she could get and her father refuse to let her do almost anything in the lab, out of fear that the stress would hurt the baby. Bulma shoved the waffles with strawberries around on her plate, uninterested in eating the delightful food. Bulma would give anything to be around someone other than her parents. However, she didn't want to interrupt anyone's training or get lectured any more. Her mother did that as well about how Bulma shouldn't mope around all day or how she should try and talk to Vegeta or how she should eat more. She knew the other Z-fighters would be frantic over how she cheated on Yamcha with their enemy and how could she and blah, blah, blah. Bulma sighed and pushed her plate away. And talking to Vegeta or Yamcha was out of the question. They both hated her. She got up from the kitchen table, waking into the living room to find something to watch. She felt a flutter in her belly as her growing child moved. It was the weirdest sensation, like she had butterflies in her stomach or a worm in the stomach. It was a bit unsettling to her still. She figured that it was much better than a full sized infant kicking her in her spine and stomach like he was mad at her all day. Bulma made herself comfortable on the couch, laying over several soft, plush pillows Bulma kept on the couch over the last month.

"Alright baby, let's see what's on the news." Bulma said, turning the tv on, flipping over to the news channels. She felt a bit nostalgic as she thought about the times she would sit for hours watching the news and other shows with Vegeta. He would often pretend that he wasn't watching the tv but would start at the back of the living room, peering in and would eventually end up on the couch watching with her, asking a question about the show every now and then. Bulma gave a bittersweet smile thinking about it. Even though part of her hated him, there was a huge part of her that knew she loved him, even if she would never admit it out loud to herself.

"That damn Saiyan…" Bulma said out loud shaking her head.

Vegeta walked in the back door of the home with caution. He sensed Bulma was in the living room and he didn't want to face her just yet. He was still regretting what he said to her. He knew how she felt about him and he knew what he said to her was nothing but lies. His pride had caused all these problems. He honestly missed the woman but his PRIDE told him not to be bothered by those feelings and to keep ignoring her. She was lying on the couch, fast asleep. He sighed with relief that she was sleep and deep down was glad to see her sleeping soundlessly. Vegeta concluded that her nausea phase was over finally. He hadn't seen her lying peacefully since she gotten sick from the pregnancy. It would be times that he would find her sleep on the couch, tissues and a full garbage can sitting next to her, reeking of vomiting. He would hold his breath and replace the bag before she could wake up. He imagined that made her nausea worst. She would look so drained and weak when he found her like this. He never met someone who was pregnant, let alone pregnant with a Saiyan baby, but he imagined it was taking its toll on her much weaker body. He knew from overhearing her parents talking that she was barely eating as well so she really didn't have the energy to take care of the child while it remained in urtero. Every time he saw her lying on the couch, finally asleep, he would gently give her a small amount of his energy. He was careful to give her just enough to feel refreshed in the morning and not wake her up. Whenever she did sleep in her room, he would lay awake at night, listening to her sobs as she would come back from the bathroom, throwing up everything she managed to get down in the first place. Eventually, her body would allow her to sleep which allowed him to sleep.

Bulma turned in her sleep, lying with her back facing the t.v. Vegeta could see her small face in the dim light from the stairway. A few strays of hair had come out her ponytail and now were strewn around her face. Her left arm rested on her small bulge that was visible in the cami she was wearing. Vegeta looked down at her, examining her face, noting that she looked comfortable for once. His eyes drifted down to her stomach. He crept closer, reaching out with his right hand. He gently touched her stomach, feeling the ki of the child. It was lying still but as soon as Vegeta's ki was noticed, it moved a bit before coming closer, touching the area. Vegeta could feel the ki gathered where his hand laid, jumping around a bit. Vegeta couldn't resist the smirk that grew on his lips as the fetus recognized the ki it felt. For the brief moments, Vegeta felt a sense of pride and a bit happiness as he thought about what would be as the fetus grew into a full size baby and was brought into the world. Bulma began to stir, causing Vegeta to retract his hand quickly and brought him back to reality. Before she could wake up and see him standing over her, Vegeta went straight to the stairs to head to bed.

One morning, Vegeta was sitting down, eating breakfast with Mrs. Briefs. Ever since her parents found out about the pregnancy and the father, they had made every meal very awkward with baby talk and talk about the two of them starting a family. They were always overwhelmed with joy about the situation which led Vegeta to believe that she didn't inform them about the argument they had that ended whatever they had before. Today, Mrs. Briefs didn't talk about anything that had to do with the baby or Bulma, for once. Vegeta preferred it that way; he was over hearing about Bulma. She made it clear that he was a life ruin-er and she didn't want anything to do with him for that very reason. The meal was actually a quiet, peaceful one. Vegeta was starting to think that it was impossible to have a quiet meal in this house because something was always happening during breakfast, typically the only time everyone sat together for a meal. Bulma walked in, stretching her arms over her head. Well, it was a quiet meal. Vegeta knew that with those two in such close proximity would ruin the tranquility.

"Good morning Mom." Bulma said, not looking at Vegeta. He refused to look at her as well, concentrating on his plate. Bulma pretended Vegeta wasn't even the room and basically looked right pass him as she put together her plate. It was the first time in month the two had been eating in the same room together and the tension was so thick, the Kamehameha wave wouldn't even be able to break through it. Bulma sat as far as she could from Vegeta as the kitchen table allowed, pouring herself some orange juice.

"Hi Bulma. How did you sleep last night?" Bunny Briefs asked her daughter.

"Pretty good," Bulma said, digging into her plate.

"Good. The doctor called, you have an ultrasound today." Mrs. Briefs said.

"Oh yeah, today would make me 13 weeks pregnant." Bulma said, looking down at her stomach.

"Isn't it exciting? You're going to get your due date and get to see what the baby looks like right now!" Mrs. Briefs said excitingly. "It's so amazing. Vegeta, you should go with her; it is an awesome experience." Before Vegeta could even open his mouth in protest, Bulma opened hers.

"Mom, I don't need him there. I can do this alone." Bulma said, adding bitterness to the 'alone' word as she dug into her food. Even though her mother missed it, it didn't fall on deaf ears as Vegeta could feel the anger that fell with the word. Vegeta looked up at Bulma, she looked up at him as well. It was a hateful, yet sad feeling of tension in the room between them. Bulma quickly looked back down at her breakfast before her emotions go the better of her and the two of them would start World War III in the Briefs' kitchen. She hated Vegeta but at the same time cared for him. But there was no going back after the things they said to one another. Mrs. Briefs seem not to notice all the tension in the room or the underlining meaning behind Bulma's statement.

"I'm sure Vegeta wants to hear the heart beat and see what the baby look-"

"I said I'm fine Mom." Bulma said cutting her mother off sharply. Mrs. Briefs was taken aback by Bulma's harshness.

"Oh my. Those hormones…" Mrs. Briefs said, quietly returning to her meal. Bulma was fed up at this point and got up from the table. She wasn't that hungry in the first place.

"Well, I better go get ready for my appointment." Bulma said in a not-so-pleasant tone.

"But you've barely touched your breakfast." Mrs. Briefs said. Before Bulma could chew her mother's head off due to her irritation, Vegeta got up from the table without a word and was out the back door. He didn't want to be around either of them anymore; they ruined his appetite. Bulma, even more pissed that before, stormed out the kitchen and up the stairs grunting and semi-shouting something that sounded like "selfish bastard" and "stupid Saiyan jack ass". Mrs. Briefs sat confused of what just happened in the last 5 minutes.

*Ba Doom Ba Dooom Ba Doom Ba Doom* The sound bounced off the walls of the small examination room. Bulma looked over at the monitor, seeing a strange creature on the black and white scene. It was evident that it was a growing infant, but it didn't look, well, right. It looked rather weird. Being a woman of science, Bulma knew the baby wasn't going to come out looking like it did on the screen at this time but it was still hilarious to her that the infant would look like that at 13 weeks.

"Can't tell what the sex of the baby is just yet. But in a few weeks, we should be able to tell the gender." The ultrasound technician said as he moved the tool around her slightly swollen belly. Bulma kept looking at the screen. A smile grew across her face. A genuine smile. She hadn't had one of those in months it seemed. Whatever it was in there, it was beautiful. And she couldn't wait to see him or her. Before today, she was hateful about the situation she put herself in and wanted nothing to do with being pregnant. But after hearing the heart beat and seeing the precious creature growing inside her, she instantly felt a sense of joy. If only she didn't have the sole responsibility of caring for this child, maybe things would be just perfect as they felt.

"Well, looks like the baby is doing fine. You're doing well. You even put on 5 pounds. That's a great improvement from your last visit." the doctor said, waiting for the technician to finish up the ultrasound.

"Yeah, well the nausea is gone, for now. I can manage to eat nowadays and keep it down." Bulma said.

"Let's hope it stays that way. Ok, once we get that gel off you, you're free to go. I'll see you in a few weeks." the doctor said, writing some final notes in the chart. The technician handed Bulma a few of the pictures he took during the ultrasound before he started cleaning off her stomach.

Bulma's doctor was located downtown so she decided she might as well do some other planning, since she wasn't planning a wedding anymore. It was bitter sweet but in the end, maybe, just maybe, it was the best decision. Bulma kept looking at the ultrasound pictures in complete awe. She wanted to start a scrapbook for her pregnancy. Maybe one day, her child would want to see it or she would look at it as a memory of her dark, happy time. If her memory served her right, across from the bakery Bulma took Vegeta to taste test the cake for the wedding was a crafts store. She looked around where she was, noticing she was only a few blocks away. She needed to continue to get some exercise. She was going to give birth to a Saiyan child. Lord knows how that was going to turn out! Midway in her trek, Bulma realized that walking was probably not the smartest ideal. She was damn near out of breath and her legs ached. Had it been that long since she had exercised? She decided to stop at a coffee shop she saw a few feet ahead of her to get some water or iced tea. Bulma walked into the coffee shop, noticing it had the appearance and feel of a commercial coffee shop. Didn't matter to her, she just wanted something cold to drink so she wouldn't be a risk of destroying her taste buds on the cheap coffee. Surprisingly, there were a lot of people in the shop. Once she finally made it to the register, Bulma started digging in her purse to retrieve her wallet.

"Hi, what can I make for you?" the barista asked.

"Just the largest cup of iced green tea you have. Sweetened please." Bulma said, still looking for her wallet.

"Would you like your tea flavored? We have peach, raspberry, and orange tea."

"No, just regular would be fine." Bulma said, finally finding her wallet. She handed the girl a 10 when she heard a familiar voice.

"Never thought I would see you in a coffee shop like this." the voice said. Bulma turned to her right quickly to see Yamcha standing there, next in line. She was so flustered and shocked, instead of speaking words, Bulma ended up dropping her open purse.

"Oh gosh! Hi Yamcha. What are you doing here?" Bulma said, trying to quickly pick up the contents of her purse, embarrassed. Yamcha kneeled down, helping her pick up the various things that fell from her purse.

"I just stopped by to get some coffee. It's was the closest place to my meeting." Yamcha said, throwing things in Bulma purse with her. He picked up a black and white picture, looking at it. Bulma looked up at him, seeing the mixed emotion on his face that read sadness and hurt. He handed the picture to her with a sad smile.

"I had my first ultrasound today." Bulma said meekly. An awkward silence came over them until a sound of someone clearing their throat was heard. They both looked up to see the barista holding Bulma's change and her tea.

"Your order is ready." the girl said slightly impatient.

"Oh thank you. You can keep the change." Bulma said, taking her drink, giving the girl an apologetic smile.

"Hey, don't run off just yet. Let me get my coffee, unless you have somewhere to be." Yamcha said, unsure if she was with Vegeta.

"No, I was actually just going to this store but it's not urgent." Bulma said, stepping out of the way of other people waiting for their coffees and such. In a manner of a minute, Yamcha was heading her way with his coffee.

"I don't have to be at my meeting for another half an hour if you wanted to sit for a bit. Or we can walk. It's up to you." Yamcha offered. Bulma smiled and nodded her head. She hadn't been able to really talk to anyone lately so she was happy Yamcha was willing to talk to her, even for 30 minutes.

"Let's walk. I'm trying to get back in shape. I only walked a few blocks earlier and I felt as if I was going to die." Bulma said with a shared laugh from Yamcha.

"Alrighty then."

"How has everything been? The pregnancy's not wearing on you too much is it?" Yamcha asked, walking beside Bulma. She took a long sip of her tea, not realizing how thirsty she was. She put up one finger as she swallowed and caught her breath.

"Mm, it was. For a while there, I was too nausea to eat or really do anything. The last couple of weeks have been much, much better. It's just nice to get away from my parents for a couple of hours. They mean well, but they are driving me to drink, and I can't do that so I'm about ready to lose it." Bulma said with a sigh of relief. It was nice to get all that out. Yamcha laughed at her.

"I can imagine your mom. I'm sure she's poking at you every chance she gets." Bulma rolled her eyes.

"You can't imagine." Yamcha took a sip from his coffee before continuing on.

"I bet. Well, how's he taking it?" Yamcha asked. Bulma knew who he was referring to. And she didn't want to talk about him at the moment. She just wanted to enjoy being away from the people who were driving her insane.

"I don't know. We aren't on talking terms right now." Bulma said, drinking some more of her tea. Emotions overwhelmed her like a gust of wind. She was having such a good afternoon until Vegeta was brought back to her reality. "Let's not talk about that. I'm having a great afternoon." Bulma said, attempting to sound chipper. Yamcha smiled at her.

"Ok then. I don't want to spoil your day."

"Enough about me, what type of meeting are you going to?" Bulma asked, getting off the subject of her sad life.

"It's just another endorsement type of deal. I'm not really into it, but I promised my publicist I would go and check it out anyway." Yamcha said, looking down at his watch. "Actually, I hate to cut our time short, but I should be heading there now." Bulma was a bit disappointed. She was enjoying talking to Yamcha again.

"Oh ok. Well I hope it goes well." Bulma said, ready to head towards her initial destination.

"Thanks. Are you free tonight? I want to catch up with you some more. We can do like a late dinner, 8:00?" Yamcha asked.

"Sure. That sounds great." Bulma said.

"Ok, great. I'll come get you around 7:30." Yamcha said, running off, waving at Bulma before he blended in with the crowd. Bulma weakly waved back. She was feeling a lot better. It seemed that Yamcha had forgiven her in these last two months. It would be nice having someone to confide in and talk to again. Bulma turned on her heel and headed towards the crafts store with pep in her step.

Vegeta was getting out the shower when he heard Bulma doing the same, cursing about her dresses making her look fat. It was almost 7:00 at night, where could she be going? Vegeta noticed that she had been gone most of the day and when she came home, she had left some pictures on the kitchen table. He knew they belonged to her because her name was on them. The pictures were strange; it look like a side view of a baby. Being smart enough to put two and two together, Vegeta understood he was looking at a picture of his child. The same one who ki reacted to his. It touched him somewhere in his heart, at least that what he could conclude that was where he felt joy. He was torn from his thoughts when he heard Bulma talking to her mother, who was telling her that her little bump looked cute in her dresses. Vegeta shook his head. That woman was so vain. She was carrying a child and was still worried about her appearance. Pregnant women are supposed to look pregnant, Vegeta thought. He heard a lot of convincing before Bulma gave in to her mother's protests. The two of them were getting increasingly annoying these last 2 months. Vegeta was wondering if he would be able to handle it for another 7 months. He walked out on his balcony to enjoy the night's air. He looked over to see Bulma's balcony door was open as well. Part of him wanted to go over there and demand that she talk to him like an adult. Part of him wanted to continue to act like she didn't exist and that she wasn't caring his first child. A small, small part of him wished that he never agreed to staying here. He could have survived off the land. He was used to, as Bulma referred it as, "living off the land". It was something about her blue eyes and that damn smart mouth of hers that drew him in and everything else seemed to follow suite. He was growing to stop hating himself for feeling whatever he felt for her and was becoming more accepting of it. But that damn pride told him to stay his distance. He had far more important matter to deal with. After seeing those pictures, he wasn't too sure if those initial priorities were priorities anymore.

After much convincing from her mother, Bulma decided to keep on the royal blue dress she had on. It fit her perfectly, even with the small bulge in the front. She looked as if she might be pregnant, or had 1 too many beers. Bulma rolled her eyes and walked away from the mirror. She wasn't going to keep that up all night. She put on a pair of nude stilettos and ran her fingers through her wavy hair. It was almost 7:30 and Yamcha would be there soon. Even if she wasn't talking to Vegeta or they weren't together, if they ever were, she did not want Vegeta seeing her leaving on a date or whatever with Yamcha. She quickly put in a pair of diamond studded earrings. She was reaching for her matching bracelet when she saw it. She still had her engagement ring. She picked it up, putting it on her finger. She hadn't worn it since Yamcha left her in the alley that day. She took it off, placing it in her purse, just in case Yamcha wanted it back. She sprayed some perfume and hurried out her bedroom door to greet Yamcha outside.

"I'm glad you agreed to come out tonight." Yamcha said, taking a sip of his wine. Bulma, envious that he was able to drink but she couldn't, sipped some of her sparkling water with lemon. It was the next best thing, says no one ever.

"I'm glad that you wanted to talk to me." Bulma said. She took in a deep breath. She had been rehearsing what she would say to him all day since they departed ways earlier.

"Well, it's hard to not want to see the person you love." Yamcha said. Bulma looked at Yamcha with a sincere smile. She loved Yamcha, but she wasn't in love with him. Not anymore. A short, stubborn alien took that place.

"I want to give you a true apology. I was being beyond selfish-"

"If I didn't forgive you, I wouldn't be here with you right now." Yamcha said, cutting her off. "No need to bring up that part of the past." Yamcha said. "I want us to keep our friendship. You don't throw 10 years away. I just want us to start over." Yamcha said.

"I understand. Thank you." Bulma said, reaching across the table to grab his hand. "I would love that." Yamcha covered her hand with his other hand, giving her a sweet smile.

"Great."

"Hey Yamcha, one thing."

"Yes?"

"Could you please get rid of that wine before I snatch it out your grasp and drink it?" Bulma said staring at his glass of wine. Yamcha looked down at his glass, letting out a laugh before he finished his glass.

"Sorry, that was inconsiderate of me." Yamcha said, waving the waiter down to order something else to drink.

"Thank you." Bulma said with a sweet smile. As soon as she pushed this baby out, someone better have a bottle of wine cooled and ready for her to drink.

Bulma was lying in bed, flipping through channels on her TV, bored. The date with Yamcha was just what she needed. At least she knew she had one person on her team. If no one else. Irritated with the tv selection, Bulma turned the TV off, deciding to try and fall asleep. She wasn't really tired yet but she needed to go to work in the morning so it was best if she tried to sleep. She got comfortable and closed her eyes when she heard someone talking. Normally, she would ignore it, considering it probably was a maid or someone. However, everyone was gone for the night and her parents were in bed sleeping. She listened for a bit, but it was gone. She shrugged her shoulders, closing her eyes again. Not long after she closed her eyes, she heard it again. Someone was talking. Bulma sat up, listening to hear where it was coming from and who's voice it was. After a few moments, she realized it was coming from Vegeta's room. He never talked to himself out loud. That's eerie. Bulma got out of bed and opened her door carefully, trying not to make a noise. She tip toed out into the hallway towards Vegeta's room. She listened with her ear at the door. He was talking, but it was mumbled and incoherent. Bulma concluded that he was probably sleep talking. She started to head back in her room, her curiosity curved when she heard a louder, more audible "You don't know…don't say that!" Bulma returned to the door, listening for more. "…I can do it…Don't say that! I can!...grumbles…no!" Bulma turned the door knob slowly, checking if the door was locked. Even if was, Bulma long ago had a key made and hid it above the door frame. Luck was in her favor, the door was unlocked. She carefully opened the door just enough for her to inch in. Bulma closed the door behind her without startling the prince. Once she was certain that she was safe, she realized how unsafe she was. She just snuck in Vegeta's room. She was pretty sure this was also on the list of painful, stupid suicides. When he started speaking again, she almost yelped out in surprise. "Frieza…stop it…I can be…I can do it…" Vegeta mumbled out in his sleep. Bulma walked over towards him, careful that she didn't alert any hypersensitive senses of his. Upon getting closer to him, Bulma noticed that he was out and down for the count. She looked at his sleeping face under the moonlight. She almost forgot how handsome he was. And she definitely had forgotten how deep his voice was. At that moment, Bulma also almost forgot how much she was supposed to hate him. She reached out and slightly stroked his face. He was sweating; his dream must have been an intense one. Bulma tipped in the bathroom to get a washcloth. She had tediously turned the water facet on and after a while gotten the towel wet. She came back in the room and wiped his face with the cool towel. He began mumbling in his sleep again. It was coherent and mostly just grunts but one thing stuck out from the rest of the jumbles.

"ugmh…shutup Frieza…I can be a decent father…ugmh ughm…" Bulma smiled painful as she felt tears swell her eyes. She wiped his head again before kissing him on his forehead. She tip toed back towards the door, looking back once more. Maybe there is still hope for them? Just maybe.

Ok, that one seemed rather short to me maybe because I finished the last 6 pages in one sitting. I don't know.

I meant to upload this last night but I went out instead. Happy Be-Lated Halloween anyways! Hope you all enjoyed it! Please, review and follow! =)