Bulma

I felt strong arms surround me and I found myself snuggling closer to its base. The hold tightened as my body perfectly molded with yours. A key and a lock cannot hope to work when separate. Now we fit. You the key, I the lock…in more ways that one…

I giggled to myself, feeling completely giddy and happy. I didn't feel alone anymore. I had what I wanted even if I didn't know it was this.

Ever since that night, things between had been different. It was more care free and happy, like a couple madly in love with each other. Flirtatious gazes were thrown, pinching of the derrière's were given, the cutest surprise like suddenly finding a rose on my keyboard right after turning away to look at something else. . . . All these were simple things that just knew how to tickle my heart.

I finally felt…complete…

The thought of Yamcha was nothing more than…well, just nothing. Of course, I do not consider him an enemy, although I'm sure you wouldn't want to see with him. I still would love to be friends with him. Like Goku, he is one of my best friends, albeit a disloyal boyfriend. But it's nothing more. I have you now so there's nothing that needs to be worried.

I did get worried when I needed to throw up. I would wake up in the mornings, run to my bathroom and shove my face into a toilet, relieving myself of the nauseating feeling in my gut. The first time it happened, I had thought it was food poisoning. I went on throwing up the whole day while you trained in your space ship. I didn't feel like bothering you as you trained, so I had my mother take me to the hospital.

"Ma'am," the doctor had said, "You're pregnant."

I'm going to be a mother…I'm going to have a baby…It was one of those things that you rejoice in…to be given a gift created between you and your lover. Little hands, little feet, little body…a lovely gift. But why do I feel scared? Why do I feel uneasy?

I stepped out of my car with my mom, who would talk nonstop about how excited she was that she didn't seem to care that I wasn't even married yet. She didn't even bother to ask who the father is. I perfectly knew who it was. I was a virgin that night…the baby has to be yours, Vegeta…

I wondered how you'd take the news. Would you be happy that you had a child to raise to be just as strong as you are? Would you rejoice in being a father? Or would you scorn the baby and reject him or her in everyway possible? Would you reject the both of us?

No you couldn't, wouldn't, and won't. That night we had proved that you held some feelings for me. And the days after that meant something to. It was obvious, and I just knew you wouldn't be one to scorn us.

You may have been a killer, but now you were more something more…something better…

A sound from the space ship caught my attention, and I turned to look to see you. You walked out in your black spandex that ended just above your knees. Your body was drenched with sweat, and I hated sweat. Now I may have second thoughts.

You paused as you noticed me, and then sent me a simple smile. It tickled my heart as you seemed to float towards me. Yes, this was going to be very easy. We will live happily, and continue to live happily after you kill the androids. We'll be a family, maybe have even more little kids with my brains and your strength.

"Vegeta," I greeted with a smile.

"Oh, Vegeta!" my mother said ecstatically as she bounced around the car towards us. "We have news for you! Just wonderful news!"

"Oh?" you said with a teasing smile, one eyebrow arched up. Can you be any more beautiful? Your eyes gazed into mine, holding me, owning me… "What's the wonderful news?"

"You want to say it?" my mother asked as she grabbed by arm and shook. She was indeed very excited. Everything was in its right place. Everything is going to be beautiful. It was just meant to be. "Go on, Bulma, tell him about the baby!"

You drew back, looking questioningly at my mother. I grinned. "That's right, Vegeta! You're going to be a father!"

"A…A father?" you stuttered.

I laughed again. "That's right! We're going to have a family, we're going to…to…Vegeta? Is something wrong?"

The look you had on your face…I don't think I want to remember that ever again. I don't think I can stand it if I ever saw it again. That forlorn look…that shock sorrowful realization in your eyes as you simply looked at the ground, moving from side to side as if you couldn't seem to take in the news. Your sad shock face turned into fury as you looked back at me, your eyes burning me. "I don't want it!" you growled through clenched teeth and then flew away.

It was, I believe, the most hurtful thing that has ever happened to me.

Vegeta

A father? I was going to be a father?!

I saw that unhappy look in your eyes right before I went away. What the hell did you want me to do? Did you actually expect me to grab you and spin you around like a stupid merry couple?!

For the past few days, I've been silently battling with myself to overcome these human emotions, but I was too deep into them I couldn't find my way out. The only thing I saw was myself sneaking quick kisses on your face, giving you flowers when you least expect it, or your very image carved into my brain. I, a warrior, have been reduced down into a lovesick weakling!

Now I find out I'm going to be a father? The realization of being held down had hit me when you told me that. The realization of being woken up in the middle of the night by a crying baby, the realization of giving up some training time to care for it…the realization of…of worrying about someone other than myself has woken me from this silly daze I've been in for the past few days. And it's too late. Too damn late!

There was something growing in your belly with my genes…a child…mine… See what these foolish emotions have gotten me into?! You wouldn't understand; you're not a warrior. You have no battle to fight!

I can't even come close to describe the black rage that boils my blood, that threatens to explode, possibly taking this world along with me. Maybe that way, there will be nothing to worry about. No androids, no babies…nobody…not even myself. Do not tell me I am overreacting! Do not tell me it's a…some sort of present! If it is, then return it and get your money back because I'm not interested in taking care of a nuisance!

I had no where to go, and I had no idea where I was. I had flown away deep in my angry thoughts to even know where I was. I could easily sense your level and I decided to go back. I have to talk to you!

I found you crying in your bed when I landed on your balcony. I practically shoved the sliding door open to walk in.

"Woman," I said. You looked at me, your eyes red. I scowled. "Couldn't you have…have an abortion?"

The idea angered you. Your mouth was open in a perfect 'O' in disbelief. Oh, you better believe it. "An abortion?" you whispered furiously before screaming.. "How dare you bring an abortion into this…this--"

"Predicament? Burden?" I supplied savagely.

Your hand immediately went to your flat stomach where it would soon harvest a round tiny body. "I will never find this baby a burden."

"It's nothing but that!"

"Why are you acting like this, Vegeta? Why?!"

"I just don't want it!"

"You're not having the baby! I am!"

"I regret that night!" I boomed. I didn't care that you shrunk back into your bed, holding the blanket up to your chin. "I regret everything that happened! And I have only myself to blame because I brought my stupid self in here in the first place!"

"You don't regret it," you cried desperately. "You loved it…I know you do. You're only shock at the moment. But when you realize this is a gift, you'll come to love it just like you've come to love me--"

"I do not love you! That night we had had nothing to do with love!" I argued. "You want to know the truth? Well here's the truth! There was nothing but lust! That's right! Lust! No love, no stars, no fireworks…lust…true and utter lust for one another!"

You didn't know what to say. You simply stood there, looking so pathetic and forsaken. You had fed yourself with fairy tales told only in books. You fed yourself ideas of a merry life, and you found that in me. I am a prince, Bulma, but not a prince who will come to rescue you. I am no hero, and you must know that.

With a dark voice, I said calmly, "Remember who I am, woman. I am a warrior…a killer…I have killed men with families. I have killed mothers who tried unsuccessfully to protect their children. I have killed children who clung onto their dead parents. I killed the old, and the new. I don't know who I kill, but I kill them anyway. I have so much murder in me that I have no room for stupid things such as love. Do not confuse me with those stupid princes in those damn book. Do not…do not mistake me for your stupid boyfriend. I am nothing like him. I may not flirt with idiotic girls in the streets, but neither am I stupid enough to give myself fully to anyone. I almost did, but I realize the mistake in that."

With that I walked out of room. I ignored your tearful screams, your angry cries. I heard nothing but the voice in me telling me all this was a mistake…everything from that night down to this day. I will make no more mistakes. I will train hard. I will become strong. And I will have nothing like a baby to bring me down. Neither will I have someone like you.