-1Can't Rain All The Time

Chapter 30

First Date

By

Bulma

-Bulma!-

After the phone call from her Mother, Bulma laid on her bed. She closed her eyes and tried to clear her troubled mind. She had so much on her plate for herself to handle. How would she explain to her friend's her foolish mistake of sleeping with Vegeta? How would the media take the news of pregnancy. She could imagine the papers. "Technology Sweetheart; Pregnant and no Father in sight!" How would that affect her career and her reputation? It was too dreadful to think about. The media would just eat her alive.

Bulma felt a migraine coming on. She placed a hand on her forehead and the other rested lightly upon her stomach. She was a Mother. She wouldn't become one, she wasn't expecting one. She was one and how would she Mother her unborn child without her Father by her side. Just how hard would it be going through the labor without Vegeta by her side. She had always imagined she end up married and having the Father of her first child by her side, lovingly coaching her; telling her he loved her and that he would her all the way through it all.

But not here, not in the reality of her life. This was out of her fantasias and into reality. Vegeta wouldn't be there by her side, no one would. "Looks like it's just me and you kid." she whispered to the empty room. That sentence sent chills down her spine. She didn't know what to think or respond to that by her emotions were out of sync. "I hate being tired all the time." Bulma spoke aloud.

She curled on her side and watched the balcony doors and the light playing on the window from the early morning sun. "Just a week. Only 1 week on the stupid planet and I get to go home and face the harsh reality of my mistake. Gods I hate you Vegeta." Her eyes were half closed as she about found herself ready to fall right back to sleep. Bulma was woken up from this state by a loud pounding on the door. Bulma rolled her eyes.

"God love you Trunks." She grumbled as she dragged her worn out body to answer the blessed door. It must've been Trunks going to see how the phone call went and to persuade her to come out. Bulma slowly opened the door to come face to face with none other than Vegeta of all people. Bulma's expression was priceless as it switched from annoyed to cold. "What do you want?" she asked in a cool voice. "Can we talk?" Vegeta asked her.

"Let me think about it." Bulma put on a cute face and suddenly yelled "UH NO!" Then she slammed the door in his face. She turned around and began to head back to her comfy bed . The door opened and Vegeta entered with an angered vibe. Bulma turned around at the sound and glared at the intrusions.

"I gave you my answer. So what do you want now?" Bulma crossed her arms over her chest. "Damnit Woman! Can't you be civilized and talk to me?!" "Oh you want to be civil?! We are beyond civil! As far as I am concerned, you are dead to me!" "That is not fair Bulma!" Vegeta defended. "Not fair?! Since when do you ever use the fairness card? Not fair is being stabbed in the back because you don't like the idea that you are going to be a Father! Not fair is sending me and your unborn child through hell! And you think it's unfair I won't give you the time of day to bitch at me? I wonder why! Unfair! Gods, I wonder what your basis of comparison are?!" Bulma once again screamed at him.

It's like every time she saw him, she felt this animalistic need to hurt him in any way possible. And since she can't physically do damage but to herself, she could only do the one thing to him to make him hurt. "Oh shut up about that! I get it!" Vegeta yelled back at her. "Get out!" Bulma hissed angrily at him. How dare he even gave the balls to say that to her! He was underestimating how much damage he caused her. "Obviously, you don't. And if you can't get through your egotistically blown up, thick skull you might want to take in the hints of my screaming and my threatening body language and insults I'm throwing at you; I just don't like you and I don't give a fuck what you say. Now get out!" Bulma yelled at him as he did not budge.

"No." he firmly told her. "I am not going to! This is my home and you are in one of my rooms!" "Fuck you! Fine! Forget this! I'll go home right now!!" Bulma, pregnant and all, went to head out the door that exited the room. Vegeta struck out his arm and gently grabbed her around the waist. "I don't think so Bulma. You agreed to staying here for the week." "I didn't agree to you harassing me!" "Just…would you stop struggling! I'm not going to hurt you!" Vegeta yelled at Bulma's slaps and struggles.

"Let go of me!" "No, because we need to talk!" Vegeta yelled at her. Bulma stopped at hearing the booming tone in his voice. Vegeta relaxed as Bulma stopped. "I hate you!" Bulma hissed at him. "Hate me all you want. Trust me, the feeling is mutrial. But regardless if you feel anything towards me, you are pregnant and we have some issues to work out." Vegeta firmly held onto her.

Bulma looked at him as that statement struck a cord with her. Vegeta, seeing her calm down to hear him out, loosen his grip on her. "There. Now can we talk? For the sake of the Little Brat, can we?" "Don't pretend you care! You don't feel for either of us!" Bulma coldly stated. "Bulma, what I did to you, to our Son, was monstrous. I could've handled the situation better-" "You think?!" "Bulma, no more angry words. I've let you vent and not retorted. At least hear me out." Vegeta calmly told her.

Vegeta stood before her in calm expression. "I know I hurt you. What I did was wrong and I've realized my mistakes. But listen to me, do I not deserve the chance to redeem myself? Will you deny me the chance to make it up to you both?" Vegeta stepped closer. Bulma glared long and hard at the vulnerable Prince. Vegeta needed to be seriously make it up to her. She crossed her arms tighter and thought about what he was asking. "Vegeta, you seriously can't expect me to forget everything that you've done to me and pretend nothing ever happened. You ask for a second chance, did you even consider what you've done to me? You made me a one night stand, sent me and your Son into great danger. Vegeta I don't know if I can bring myself to do what you think I should anymore. Now all I want, is to go home. I don't know why you are doing this now, but I'm done. You seem to be sorry, but are you really? I can't trust you anymore. You've done nothing but hurt me." Bulma finally spoke.

Her words stung Vegeta's vulnerability in great pain, but he stood before her and took in her words. Regardless, he stood his ground. "Bulma I know what I've done and I know there might be a slight chance you will give me a second chance and not walk out on me. That is why I'm standing before you. Will you at least consider forgiving me and come joining me for dinner tonight?" Vegeta asked.

Bulma could only stare at him in disbelief. Didn't' he hear a word she said or did he sincerely want to make things right with her? "I don't know Vegeta…" Bulma looked away from him and contemplated on what the next form of action should she take. Should she give him another chance or not? Suddenly Vegeta stepped closer to her and caressed her cheek. Bulma looked at him curiously. "Don't push yourself so hard. Dinner will be at 6. I will wait for you in my chamber. I-I hope you will be there. Should you come, then you have forgiven me and see fit to give me a second chance to set things right Vegeta told her.

-6pm!-

Vegeta paced in his chambers. There was an elegant table filled with smells and delights of exquisite wine and food. Vegeta kept glaring at the clock as if the clock was wrong. But it was indeed half hour into 6. Bulma had not shown up and Vegeta desperately denied reality. Exhaughted and annoyed from pacing, he flopped down upon his chair. She wasn't coming. Tonight he had to face the unrepairable damage he had caused and dine alone tonight. Oddly, he did not feel the least bit hungry at all. Only thing that was empty was the feeling and comfort Bulma oddly gave him.

A knock came at the door just as Vegeta was about to put away the food on the cart. Vegeta didn't even bother to answer it. It was probably one of his annoying advisors. If Bulma hadn't shown up by now, she was never going to. He heard his chamber door slowly open and there stood Bulma in a simple, yet beautiful out. It was simple white dress with matching flip flops with her locket around her neck. She smelled of Sakura blossoms and her hair tied back in a twisted clip. Vegeta couldn't take his eyes off of her.

"Don't invite me and then shut me out." Bulma crossed her arms and pout. "I-I didn't think you'd come. You are late." "I'm right on time. You are just simply early." Bulma softly smiled at him. Vegeta smirked in turn and his eyes drifted to the protruding bump that you could make out from the simple dress. His Son's ki rested safe within her womb. With each passing moment, it would grow. "Hey, my face is up here." Bulma got in his eye sight by bending down in his face.

Vegeta shook his head as he realized he was staring at her. "Woman, get out of my face. Why would I stare at a disgusting figure like you." Vegeta grew defensive. "Oh really? If you are going to be mean, I'll leave. You are in no position to insult me." Bulma huffed and turned to walk out the door. She was stopped by Vegeta latching onto her hand and pulling her to him. "Don't." was all he said. Bulma only had to look into his eyes to realize how much of a relief he was feeling with only her presence brought him. She opened her mouth to say something, but the growling of her stomach clearly stated what she needed.

Vegeta chuckled at Bulma's belly. "I believe the Little Brat is hungry." he stated. "What's for dinner?" "Your favorites." Vegeta looked to the table. Bulma's eyes widen at the wonderful food and immediately her mouth began to water. Vegeta helped set her down and both began to dig in. Bulma laid back in her chair a little time later, plates surrounding her as she felt totally bloated from all the food she snarfed down. Truth be told, she put the Saiyan Prince to shame by eating faster, more, and even delicately than the Prince himself. She was stuffed.

"Have enough to eat?" Vegeta chuckled as he began to take care of the dishes. "No more food. I fell I'm going to bust!" Bulma stretched and yawned as she felt this overwhelming desire to sleep at this point. Vegeta sat down next to her. "If you want, you can sleep in my bed?" he offered. Bulma shook her head no. "I'll make it to my room tonight." She began to notice how close Vegeta was getting to h her. She began to feel a bit uneasy. "Ve-Vegeta…I should go…" Bulma sat u p and scooted away from him.

"Onna, why? You have forgiven me, right?" Vegeta was puzzled by her unusual behavior. He reached up and gently cupped her face with the palm of his hand. "What's wrong?" His face was close to hers. Their noses almost touching a deep crimson spread across Bulma's cheeks. Bulma softly kissed him and it felt so sinfully good. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let him roam his hands around her body. She was lost in such feeling for a few blissful moments. It all came crashing down as she began to feel him unzip her dress.

Bulma pulled back and looked at him shocked. "Ve-Vegeta…I-" She stood up and ran out of the room, leaving behind a very confused and horny Vegeta to wonder what he had done wrong. Bulma was confused and upset as she did what her protective instincts told her to do; run.