By Fate, We Fell In Love Chapter 13

Hey there! It's been a while but I'm back. Finally coming off cloud 9 being out of school. And finally getting used to having a full time job. So here's an update for you all! Thanks for reviewing and adding!

Well, I had this chapter done for a while now. I wanted to add more but it felt like it was good stopping place. Hope it good, we're getting closed to an end.

Can I lay by your side?

Next to you, oo, oo, oo? You, oo, oo, oo

And make sure you're alright

I'll take care of you, oo, oo, oo

I don't wanna be here if I can't be with you

Tonight…

Lay Me Down- Sam Smith

Bulma was in her lab, finally able to work in peace. Her father was away on business therefore wouldn't be looking over her shoulder every 5 minutes interrupting her work because she was in "delicate" condition. She started working on some broken capsule homes, trying to configure their controls. One she was working on wouldn't open after being deployed. She had entered her 2nd semester and her stomach was getting larger. She was still able to get in all her clothes; they just seemed to be a shrinking every day. She worked in peace, enjoying the silence of her home. She and Vegeta were still not speaking but it seem to bother her less and less. Yamcha was coming around more often, keeping her company and going to doctor visits and baby shopping. She was to find out the sex of the baby next week so she planned on painting the room after her doctor visit. Part of her wanted to wait until she gave birth to find out the sex and part of her wanted to know now so she could start buying gender appropriate clothes. She was becoming happy again. Lately, she was able to feel the baby moving about. It kind of felt like butterflies in her stomach or small tickles. It warmed her heart, realizing every day that she, little, selfish Bulma, was nurturing and carrying a small human. She was the one who would help it grow and that it would be strong as its father, maybe stronger one day. Bulma patted her stomach smiling before returning to her work. It wasn't long before she heard someone walking into the lab. Bulma turned quickly, fearing it was someone spying on her for her father. Bulma was greeted by a familiar face, frowning in confusing as they looked at her, almost like they were expecting someone else. It was a moment of silence as the two stared at each other. Bulma was the first to say something.

"Hi Vegeta," Bulma said quietly. Vegeta eyes widened at the sound of her voice, almost as if he didn't expect her to speak at all. He looked around, noticing the lab was void of another person other than Bulma.

"I thought your father was here," Vegeta said, turning around to leave as quickly as he came in.

"Umm, what did you need? If it's the Gravity Machine, I could take a look at it," Bulma called out, sounding a lot more desperate than she would have wished. Vegeta stopped for a moment and turned his head slightly to speak to her.

"The controls aren't behaving correctly," Was all Vegeta said before walking out the lab, heading back outside. Bulma grabbed her light weight toolkit before following behind the prince.

Bulma was dressed in overalls and a large t-shirt, so her stomach was pretty much concealed. She was showing but she wasn't far along enough to make an impression in her large clothes. Bulma walked in the Gravity Room with Vegeta coming in right behind her. She walked over to the control system and opened the latch. Sure enough, she noticed that a wire had come loose and was sparking.

"It's just a loose wire. Shouldn't take me no more than 5 minutes to fix this," Bulma said, walking over to turn off the power to the machine. She returned to the control system, grabbing a flashlight to help her. She worked in silence, feeling awkward as Vegeta stood nearby in silence, watching her work. Bulma almost released a sigh of relief as she was finally finished. Bulma closed the latch, backing up.

"Well, things should be back to normal now," Bulma said, grabbing her things before turning back on the power. Bulma walked quickly to the entrance when she heard Vegeta speak again.

"Thank you for your assistance," Vegeta said, facing the control panel. Bulma stopped in her tracks, turning around to face his back.

"Um, you're welcome?" Bulma asked more than commented before running out of there. It brought both surprise and disappointment to her. She was shocked that Vegeta thanked her but at the same time, he treated her like he treated her parents. It was respectful but artificial. The way someone speaks to a person who they would consider a friendly stranger. She felt the flutters but she wasn't sure if it was from the baby or if her stomach actually dropped from the slap of reality.

Just like it did months ago, depression and sadness overcame Bulma again for the next 2 days. She buried herself in her room, barely coming out to eat. She ignored phone calls from Yamcha and her parents, binge watching movies, questioning her life decisions once again. Bulma was under the impression that maybe her and Vegeta would magically come together as one and attempt to make something out of their complicated, torn relationship. Maybe she was just hoping against hope that he cared enough. But, here she was again, sad, alone, pregnant, and madly in love with a sociopath. Maybe one of her degrees should have been psychology; then maybe she wouldn't have falling in love with him because she would have been able to read through his bullshit. She was in the middle of She's the Man when she heard someone knocking on her bedroom door. Annoyed, Bulma groaned out a "come in", refusing to get out of bed. Her door opened slightly and through the small opening, Yamcha poked his head in.

"Hey Bulma. Mind if I come in?" Yamcha asked, not sure if she was dressed decently.

"Sure, join the club," Bulma said, sitting up in her bed. Yamcha walked over, sitting on the edge of the bed, opposite of Bulma.

"I got worried when you didn't answer your phone," Yamcha said, noticing the stale look on Bulma's face as she continued to look at the t.v. as if he wasn't there. "Is everything ok?" Bulma shrugged her shoulders, leaning back on her headboard.

"Everything's just perfect. I'm just going through the emotions that come with being pregnant," Bulma lied, not wanting to bring up the real reason she was upset. Yamcha felt as if there was something else going on but decided to drop it for now. Bulma was a monster when she was upset and that was before she was pregnant and emotional. God forbid what he would witness making her mad now. Yamcha sat on the other side of the bed next to Bulma.

"You want to get out the house? You'll go crazy sitting in here all day," Yamcha said with a smile, attempting to get a better mood out of Bulma. "Let's go to the park reserve and walk around. We could feed the ducks or go get ice cream." Bulma looked over at Yamcha, noticing his efforts to make her feel better. She really just wanted to sit in the house all day but he was trying. That's more than she could say about a certain someone.

"Ice cream does sound nice." Bulma said, shifting her weight.

"Well, get dressed and let's go Miss." Yamcha said, offering his hand. Bulma smile falsely, accepting the gesture and getting out of bed.

More than usual, Yamcha was seen at Capsule Corp, to Vegeta's discomfort. He knew what Yamcha was up to. He wasn't a human or really understood their reasoning for things but he could sense that Yamcha was attempting to get in on Bulma's good side, possibly trying to get her back. It made no sense to him. Why would the beta male want to be back with Bulma? She lied and cheated on him with his worst enemy and she was pregnant with said enemy's child. Yet, for some reason, he was constantly dotting on her and running behind her as if nothing had change between them. Was Yamcha that desperate that he would subject himself to such ridicule from the others when they found out? Did he really love her that much? Human emotions and rationality was ridiculous.

Vegeta woke up around his normal time, ready to start his day of training. He sensed that Bulma was still in her room, so he decided to head downstairs for a quick breakfast to start his morning. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he could hear Mrs. Briefs talking to someone in the kitchen. Vegeta sensed it was Yamcha. He was halfway to the kitchen when he noticed it.

"I think a surprise baby shower is just the thing Bulma needs right now. It'll cheer her right back up!" Mrs. Briefs was heard talking.

"I thought so too. She seems pretty down lately and I think a party would pull her out this mood she's been in," Yamcha said, taking a break from talking for a moment. "I know she doesn't want any of the Z fighters to know about the pregnancy yet. So I was thinking maybe just some of her friends from high school and college."

"What a great idea! She'll be so happy when she comes in and sees all these people here, celebrating with her!" Mrs. Briefs sounded quite excited. Vegeta decided to forgo breakfast and attempted to walk towards the back door to get to the GM. "There you are Vegeta!" Mrs. Briefs was heard, stopping Vegeta in his tracks. "Come here, I have great news." Vegeta mentally rolled his eyes, turning around to head back inside the kitchen. Yamcha was sitting next to Mrs. Briefs, eyeing Vegeta cautiously. Vegeta looked over at Yamcha, giving him a look that read "fuck off or die".

"We're going to throw a surprise baby shower for Bulma this weekend, isn't that great?" Mrs. Briefs said smiling from ear to ear.

"Fantastic," Vegeta said dryly, sitting down, deciding to eat since he was called back to the kitchen anyways.

"You two could wear matching clothes or we can make it theme and you wear blue and she can wear pink since we don't know the sex of the baby yet. You two will look so cute," Mrs. Briefs ranted on. Vegeta had a hard time masking his distaste. He wasn't very sure what a baby shower was, but he was almost certain he wanted nothing to do with it.

"You know," Yamcha said, looking down at his plate then at Vegeta "men typically don't attend those things, though I doubt you were coming anyways. Or if your attendance would be welcomed." Vegeta gave Yamcha a look, which Yamcha challenged with a smirk.

"Only women huh? I guess your attendance would be greatly welcomed then," Vegeta said, making Yamcha drop his smirk.

"Look here, Vegeta. I have been putting in more work and support for Bulma during her entire pregnancy than anyone else. The baby may not be mines, but at least I am man enough to step in and take care of her and not just knock her up and ignore her," Yamcha said, ready to take Vegeta on. He had been pretty silent about the entire situation and hadn't said his peace to Vegeta yet, but the moment seemed appropriate.

"First off, she doesn't need you to take care of her. She's fully capable of doing that herself without having to support you as well, seeing as you're not even a full man yourself. Secondly, I wouldn't dare let a weakling raise any Saiyan child, especially not mines. I rather live in hell as Frieza's sex bitch then allow that. If I was you, I would rethink the direction I'm going with this conversation before I accidently end up in front of King Yemma with both my head and ass blown off," Vegeta said, giving Yamcha a look that could scare Frieza into wetting himself. As much as Yamcha didn't want to back down from Vegeta, the threat, or more like promise, was strong enough to keep him from furthering the conversation. Mrs. Briefs seemed not to notice how intense the room became because she continued talking as if nothing happened.

"I can't wait to send out the invitations," Mrs. Briefs said, going off into a one sided conversation as the other two men ate in silence, the tension in the room still thick.

Bulma walked around the store, picking up the various things on the list her mother gave her.

"I just wanted to pick up some ice cream and she sends me grocery shopping," Bulma griped as she walked around another isle with her cart full of random stuff. She was looking for a jar of honey. Finally spotting it, she threw it in the pile with the rest of the items.

"And who does she think is going to luge all these groceries in the house? Pss, not my ass," Bulma huffed as she kept down the aisle, looking now for light bulbs. Her mother was very adamant about Bulma leaving for the grocery store as soon as she finished eating breakfast this morning. She basically pushed her out the door with her purse and the long list of items. Part of her didn't mind having a task to do; it gave her something else to do besides mope around the house. But this random long list of items was driving her insane.

Meanwhile, at Capsule Corp., Mrs. Briefs and Yamcha was finishing up decorating the house. She was adding the last touches to her hors d'oeuvres. Yamcha was hanging decorations on the high ceiling, hovering over the room where the family typically entertained guests in. He was almost done, attempting to hurry before the guests arrived. It was going to be a long, difficult conversation to have as to how he was hovering above the furniture. Mrs. Briefs walked in, placing a tray full of desserts down on the table.

"Oh my! The room looks amazing Yamcha! Thank you." Mrs. Briefs exclaimed, clasping her hands together.

"Thanks. I'm glad you think so," Yamcha said, slightly blushing. He put a lot of work in this room in the last hour and a half. He was proud of his work. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, alerting the two of their first guests.

"Oh, that must be the guests!" Mrs. Briefs said, walking out the room to the front door. Yamcha pinned the last streamer and floated back down to the floor. He looked around the room. They decided on making the theme pink and blue since they didn't know the sex of the baby and Bulma wanted to wait until she had the baby to find out. He decorated the ceiling with blue and pink spiral streamers and balloons. The table cloths were pink and blue. On one of the walls, he set up a voting poster where people could place their names on either "girl" or "boy" side on rather they believed Bulma was having a boy or girl. There were balloons tied to every chair and to the ends of all the serving tables. The cake was white with food colored dyed white cake on the inside. It was blue with pink swirls and pink with blue swirls. Bulma was going to flip when she sees it, Yamcha thought, looking at the matching cups, plates, and stationary. They even bought her a sash that was matching the theme that stated "future mommy". This is just what Bulma was needing.

Bulma finally returned from her long shopping trip. The garage faced the back, so Bulma didn't see the abundance of cars in front of her home. She parked her car, leaving most of the groceries in the car. She was going to get a few bots out there to get all those groceries. Bulma walked out the garage door that was connected to their home and was greeted with silence. Bulma frowned, knowing her mother had to be around, seeing as she was the one who did the shopping today. Unless her mother decided to run to the shops for a while. Bulma shrugged her shoulders, walking down the long hallway, heading to the kitchen. The room where everyone was hiding in was on her way to the kitchen. As soon as she stepped in front of it, she was startled by a loud "Surprise!" from the room. Bulma jumped and turned towards the noise, seeing a room full of friends from high school and college and pink and blue.

"What-uh, it's not my birthday…" Bulma said confused. Her mother and Yamcha stepped up to her, pulling her into the room.

"We know; you've been in such a bad mood, we decided to throw you a baby shower," Yamcha said, smiling from ear to ear. He quickly pulled the sash over her yellow dress. Bulma looked down at the sash and smiled brightly. She was then greeted by the other women in the room.

"Oh my gosh, your belly!"

"You look so beautiful pregnant!"

"Wow, only your stomach is big, wish I looked like this pregnant!"

The party was amazing for Bulma. They played some baby shower games and had some great laughs. Bulma was able to catch up with her friends she hadn't seen in years. It was a great way to get her mind off of things. As the party died down and people began leaving, Bulma and two girls she was close with in high school were putting dishes in the kitchen. One was a brunette, the other blonde.

"Thanks again for coming you guys," Bulma said, putting down the dishes she was holding into the filling sink.

"It's no problem. It was good seeing you again," the brunette said, setting her dishes down as well.

"Your fiancé is amazing, setting this up with your mom," the blonde said, wiping her hand on a towel. Bulma looked to the side before opening her mouth.

"Well, he's not my fiancé," she said quietly.

"Really? You and Yamcha have been together for years! And you mean to tell me you two aren't engaged yet?" the brunette said, putting her hands on her hips. Bulma attempted to look busy with her hands.

"We were engaged…" Bulma said. "Then, this happened." She pointed down at her stomach. They both looked at Bulma in confusion.

"I don't get it," the blonde finally said. The brunette shook her head, agreeing. Bulma gave a half smirk, shrugging her shoulders.

"Well he's not the father…" she said. Both girls looked at Bulma in amazement and shock. "Yep. That's the big secret."

"Wow. That was unexpected," the brunette said, grabbing for a glass of water.

"Well, he's the one who set up everything. Guess we assumed," the blonde said, looking like she was trying hard not to offend Bulma. "I have to ask; who is the father?" Bulma was opening her mouth when Vegeta walked in from the back yard. He saw the three of them, attempting to ignore their glares, especially from the unknown women. He recognized that look. Bulma used to give it to him often: lust. Luckily for him, he was wearing a t shirt and loose fitting shorts, instead of his usual athletic shorts and bare chest. Disgusted, he quickly grabbed a water before walking back out the door.

"Who is THAT?" the blonde said, looking out the kitchen window to see him walk to the gravity machine.

"Seriously, you have a handy man walking around looking like that? Damn," the brunette said, taking a large sip of her water. "How much are you paying him? I'll pay double." Bulma laughed at the two. If only they understood. They wouldn't trade their amazing husbands in for that arrogant, stuck up asshole.

"He's not a handy man. He's a guest of my home…and the father of my child…" Bulma said, twirling her hair around her finger. The two turned around with their mouths wide open.

"Well, I can't pay him THAT much," the brunette finally said.

A few days later, Yamcha came over to help Bulma decorate the nursery that would be the baby's room. The room they chose was a guest room that was across the hall, in between Bulma's and Vegeta's room. Bulma had the room cleaned out and painted with a fresh coat of cream colored paint. She stood by as Yamcha brought the crib up the stairs and into the room.

"Ok, it'll look really good right there," Bulma said pointing to the left, near the window. "Perfect."

"Well, you don't know what you're having. How are you going to decorate?" Yamcha asked, looking over at Bulma.

"I bought an olive green bed set that'll work either way," Bulma said, pulling out a bed set from the closet. "And I bought hangers and a changing table. After we make the bed, we can start hanging clothes until they arrive with the changing table," Bulma finished, opening the bag and pulling out the bedding. Yamcha just watched her as she talked about how nice the changing table was and how she bought several outfits for both sexes just in case. He smiled, happy to see her happy.

"Hey Bulma," Yamcha said breaking her mid-sentence. Bulma looked over at Yamcha.

"Yes?" Bulma said, making the baby crib up. Yamcha got closer to her, taking a deep breath.

"I know a lot has happened in the last few months. It was a lot of news, changes, and decisions made," Yamcha started. "And these last few months I've been helping you through your pregnancy has been great. Things may have not gone through as planned but they can still end up the way we wanted," Yamcha finished. Bulma gave him a confused look as she tried to make sense of what he was trying to say.

"Given the circumstances, I think that we could make it work, if you still want to be married to me…" Yamcha said, cheeks red, looking down fidgeting with his hands. "I noticed you haven't given the ring back, I assumed you have thought about it."

Bulma looked at Yamcha, eyes low and mouth slightly ajar. She walked over to Yamcha and grabbed his hands.

"I have thought about it. I know things turned out terrible and I would be lying if I said I haven't thought about still making us work," Bulma said, looking at Yamcha in the eyes. "But I also would be kidding myself and you if I would go through with it. I love you, Yamcha, and I always will. But I'm not in love with you," Bulma said, looking back down. "He's a jerk. He's rude, arrogant, and obnoxious. He's nothing that any sane person would want. But…I would be doing you and myself an injustice," Bulma said, looking back into his eyes. Yamcha looked at her, slowly nodding his head. He understood that she didn't want to say out loud that she was in love with Vegeta, even though they both knew she was.

Later that evening, Bulma found herself in the living room. Bulma let out a held in sigh as soon as her body relaxed on the couch and turned the tv on to the news. Yamcha left shortly after finishing up the bedroom. It was a stressful day. Bulma felt awful for yet again breaking Yamcha's heart, but she couldn't marry him. She would be living a lie and breaking his heart for the rest of their lives together. It was better this way. Even if she ended up alone because Vegeta would never marry her or be with her in fact. But she still had hope. For some strange, stupid reason, she still had hope. About 15 minutes into the 7 pm news, she heard the back door open and familiar footsteps walk into the kitchen. Bulma didn't bother herself to look in his direction. Vegeta walked around the kitchen and could be heard opening and closing cabinets and the refrigerator. A few months later, Bulma could hear him walking out of the kitchen and surprisingly towards her into the living room. Bulma was shocked but continued to ignore him as she saw out of her peripheral vision sit on the couch opposite of her, looking at the news with her. They both sat in silence for a good 20 minutes watching the news. It almost felt normal to the both of them after a while. Bulma was finally becoming used to the silence and comfortable with Vegeta's presence when unexpectedly, Vegeta broke the silence.

"You should probably eat something," Vegeta said. Bulma looked over at him finally. He was looking in the direction of the t.v. but it was obvious he was referring to her.

"What?" Bulma asked, questioning his reasoning for speaking to her.

"It's not healthy for a Saiyan baby to be without food for so long," Vegeta said simply, insinuating that Bulma shouldn't be starving his child because she wasn't in the mood to eat. Bulma eyed Vegeta curiously.

"Um, ok. I ate already," Bulma said, still a bit shocked. Vegeta groaned his usual 'hmph' at her, continuing to look at the t.v.

"Probably not enough food," Vegeta mumbled. Bulma slowly adverted her gaze from the strange creature and back at the t.v. extremely confused. It was the first real conversation the two have had about something semi-important in months. His "concern" about her and the baby was a bit unnerving but it was comforting. Maybe he was trying to apologize in his own different way for their outbursts to one another and his way of saying that he was over it all. The exchange they shared in the GM suddenly made sense. Bulma smiled, returning to the t.v. and her comfortability in the room since the tension was wiped away, for now. Tomorrow was another day.

It wasn't long after the 9 pm news began that the two decided to call it a night. Once upstairs, Bulma stopped outside her bedroom door, watching Vegeta walk to his. He stopped at his, looking at her, They stared at each other for a few moments, waiting. Finally, Vegeta smirked at her before walking into his room, leaving the door open. Bulma smiled, walking into her room to quickly change into a thin night gown. Moments later, she was waking into the prince's room, closing and locking the door behind her.

It was amazing how time away from someone makes a person miss them to the point of irrationality. Both of them knew what the next step would lead to. Vegeta was standing by the patio doors, looking out in the night. He knew she was there. He continued to look out at the stars, at least what he could see with the bright city lights dimming the stars. Bulma sat on the bed, hand resting on her belly. She looked over at Vegeta, studying his body. Of course, he wasn't wearing a shirt, why would he? She looked over his bulging back muscles and the lines of definition in every muscle. She hated him for having such power over her that she was drooling just staring at his back. A moment later, he turned around to look at her, watching her stare at him. A year ago, this disgusted him. He hated being looked at like a piece of meat in the eyes of a hungry tigress. But now, he smirked at her, who in returned smirked back. She patted the area next to her, ushering him to sit next to her. Vegeta did as he was told, only in the confines of these 4 walls did he allow her to have complete control over him and his actions. No one could see them and judge. No one could make him feel weak here; he could freely show emotion without fear. Bulma lied back as Vegeta joined her in the bed. She felt the baby move about in her stomach as Vegeta got closer. At first, it shocked her, causing her to look down in worry until she remembered over the last 2 months she could really feel the baby moving whenever she was close to Vegeta or he was in the room. She ignored it in the past, seeing as she hated Vegeta back then. Vegeta followed her gaze to her stomach as well. He leaned over, placing a hand on fullest part. The baby seemed to move closer to his hand and rested there happily. Bulma smiled at the sweet gesture demonstrated between her unborn child and its father.

"Does it hurt?" Vegeta asked, feeling the soft kicks the baby gave out.

"Not yet. I'm only 6 months along. As it grows, the kicks will get worst," Bulma said, running her free hand through her hair. The other found its way on top of Vegeta's hand on her stomach. Vegeta leaned back towards Bulma, making his way to her lips. She met him halfway, kissing him deeply. She let his hand free as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. She missed his touch, his kiss, his warmth. For the first time in months, she felt happiness again. She had been fighting all the feelings she had had for a while, hoping they would just go away. But now, here she was once again, holding on as if her life depended on it. She felt Vegeta move on top of her, cautious of her belly. She felt his hands touching her arms, sides, breast, and lower back, causing her skin to tingle. She rubbed his back, enjoying every muscle and line, glazing over old battle scars. She bit his lip, smiling against his lip as she made her way down his g pants and she felt his hands go up her gown.

"I really do hate the way you make me feel," Bulma whispered out. "But, I don't think I would have it any other way." Vegeta looked down at Bulma, who shrugged her shoulders playfully.

"The feeling is mutual, woman," Vegeta said, before pulling her lips back to him.

Alright then! It's been over a year but I got it done! Go me! I feel like this was short. But it was originally like 5 pages long at first. Then I had a break through that mental wall I couldn't get pass and made this. Please review and follow! Thank you!