Epilogue

part one

As Bulma made her way through the winding halls of capsule Corp, she paused as she neared her father's study hearing some unusual noises coming from inside the room.

Her stomach fluttered absently once again, so she placed her hand firmly on her flat belly before poking her head around the half open door to the study. The sight, which met her eyes, was not one she wished to see, her mother was kneeling over the desk with her dress half risen and her father standing behind her with a large wooden metre measuring stick in his hands.

Yelping she ran from the room as if somebody had fired a bullet, her parents must have come back from vacation early, and from the looks of things they had bought some of their holiday fun home…

Her mothers pleasurable yells could be heard all the way down the hall, as Bulma now felt physically sick again after seeing the horrid sex scene with her parents.

They were so old they should have stopped having sex years ago… in fact they should have stopped having sex the moment she was born! The nightmarish steamy scene was still embedded in her mind, and secretly she knew it was going to scar her for some time. Never again would she be doing that position with Vegeta…

Sprinting out the nearest fire exit, she clutched her aching stomach as she tried to catch her breath. As if to curse her for running so fast her stomach gave a sudden shooting pang causing her to lean against the outer brick wall for support. Sweat beading down her head, she took some deep breaths of the humid air outside and tried to gather her composure, Vegeta would never let her live it down if he knew of her catching her parents out.

As if he read her mind, the prince came calmly strolling down the pathway to where Bulma was wincing in pain and wiping beads of seat from her forehead. Her sickly clothes were now also covered in patches of sweat and yet she had only ran for a couple of minutes.

Mentally promising herself that she would visit her classy gym, Bulma tried to stand up and ended up collapsing into the flowerbed onto the floor.

In less than a second Vegeta was at her side, grabbing hold of her arm preventing her from falling any further into the baked soil.

"WOMAN! If your not well you should have stayed in bed baka." He cursed as he pulled her up gently, and then allowed her to lean upon his rock hard body for support.

His sensitive nose twitched at the smell of her vomit, but he chose to ignore it for the time being; his mate looked quite pale again and he didn't wish her to faint anymore.

Leading her back into the house, he paused as he examined the beads of sweat upon her forehead. "Woman have you been running?" he demanded, before she leaned even more weight upon him causing the prince to clutch her waist even tighter.

Nodding slightly, she noticed a smirk beginning to form on the arrogant Saiyan's features; she glared and instantly the smirk grew wider. "You obviously need to work out some more."

What a surprise, he was referring to sex once again; to any normal person that quote would have meant he was insulting her fitness; but to Bulma she knew he was not only doing that but also talking about screwing her again.

Taking a deep breath she steadied herself, but then felt her stomach gurgle violently.

Pulling away from his grip she slammed herself into the bathroom that they had just walked past and promptly emptied even more contents of her stomach.

Vegeta cringed from outside the door, and felt himself feel slightly ill. Sick was just one thing he could not tolerate, give him blood any day.

After Bulma finished throwing up, she paused for a few minutes accessing how much pain this was causing; no longer did she think it was food poisoning or heat stroke… she was beginning to have some much deeper worries…

Picking herself up from the tiled floor she flushed the porcelain toilet and tried to recover from the painful bouts of sickness. It had to be the most violent sickness she had ever had, and that it even bet the food poisoning she'd once gotten from a seafood restaurant she visited with Yamcha.

She hoped and prayed that it wasn't what she daren't even think about…. The only person that could really answer the question was her best friend Chichi…

The first thing Bulma noticed as she opened the door was the strange glass of water and a bottle of the disgusting medicine her mother used to give her when she was sick.

These were lying on the carpet, and yet Vegeta was no where to be seen; Bulma smirked as she picked up the bottle and reminded herself of the time when Vegeta had been sick and she had forced him to drink the foul tasting antacid.

It was just before they had gotten together, and she had still been with Yamcha. Bulma couldn't help but smile as she recalled Vegeta falling asleep with his head in her lap as they sat on the sofa…

He must have remembered…

Growling Bulma looked around for the man in question, but to no surprise he had gone. Growling she picked up the glass of water and washed the foul vomit taste from her mouth, before emptying the remnants down the sink.

The medicine could wait until later, first of all she was going to take a shower, and then she was going to phone Chichi.

Vegeta had obviously gone back off to train, he was so loyal… she could just faint now, or perhaps feel dizzy and fall down the stairs and where was he? Well he was probably in the gravity room training for yet another level of power he wished to suppress.

Any normal guy would have waited for her to finish puking, or even go into the bathroom and ensure she vomited with dignity… but no Vegeta had vanished very quickly.

Shaking her head, but then smiling she realised that just by leaving the medicine and the glass of water it had been such a big gesture for the proud prince to make, she couldn't stay mad at him for long… stupid Saiyan…

Vegeta was in fact in the Gravity room, the small dome that Bulma and her father had built and enhanced for the prince to train in very high levels of gravity. This would be one of the only things that could help save the Earth from those reported tin cans that were due to attack.

The prince growled dangerously at the thought of the weird purple haired kid, how could somebody so young have even survived the attack on Vegetaseii? It was impossible unless one of the remaining Saiyan's had managed to mate with somebody…

This particular thought had been bothering the prince for months, it certainly wasn't his offspring he was far to careful for that; the boy looked nothing like Radditz and even more less than the bald headed imbecile Nappa…

He had a feeling that the idiot Kakkorot was hiding something about the boys past, and yet he wasn't giving off any clues.

Growing Vegeta took out his frustrations on the training bot by throwing a large golden ki and blowing it into smithereens. 500 times gravity was just not doing enough these days; he was hardly even breaking a sweat.

A few weeks before, Vegeta had just returned from space and in that short space of time he had finally became all that he had wanted in his lifetime… a super Saiyan.

None of the Z gang, with the exceptions of his mate of course had known of his new super level of power, and he wished to keep it that way until those rusted pieces of metal finally arrived.

He knew in his heart that the blue haired woman had played a large role in him becoming the legendary, the moment he felt his life flash before his eyes.. he had only seen her, and then it happened as he had one second of regret about what he had done with his life, and how he wished he had the chance to see the human one last time… he had been surrounded by the most powerful golden energy imaginable… and had become what so many had not….

The legendary super Saiyan…

Changing back to his normal dark haired state, the prince calmed down and switched the gravity back to its normal settings first he was going to shower, and then he was going to find out what the woman was up to.

Perhaps she would have some ideas about how to enhance the gravity machine further so he could become even stronger; smirking as he felt her power level upstairs; he decided to leave the shower for now, and go and find out what she was up to… he hoped that she was feeling better now, if she was puking her remnants of breakfast back up again he would be gone in a flash.

Not for a second did he contemplate that it might not be a sickness that was plaguing his female…

Disclaimer: Hi there, I have decided that I am going to split the epilogue into two chapters… the next being a really really important one and the final chapter! Getting ready to cry here…. I really wanna cry, my little baby fic has finally all grown up…

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