Date at the seaside
Butterflies don't lie
Bulma remained motionless as she buried her head into his chest, and just enjoyed the warmth of his body flow through to hers.
She no longer felt sick but she knew that the feeling would be short lived. As her tummy glowed warmly again, she wriggled slightly in Vegeta's embrace and snuggled even closer to him resting her head upon his damp chest.
"I love you Geta…" she said softly, as she rested her hands also on his chest and closed her eyes relaxingly.
Vegeta grunted, and then soothingly stroked her waist with his fingers. He was thankful that he wasn't wearing any other clothes; the black boxers were certainly hiding his obvious state of arousal and yet they prevented him from overheating at being so close. This woman had unbelievable powers over him, just getting this close made him feel slightly strange and gave the Saiyan the urge to plunge himself into her.
Saiyan's were supposed to mate for life, and now he could understand why; when he had first met this woman he had certainly felt attracted to her, but then as the days grew and she began to get dare he say closer… these overwhelming feelings were beginning to take over his common sense and his body.
She was doing things to him, that nobody had ever done in his life; however the prince didn't seem to mind, she was worth every bit of weakness it gave him.
As he forced himself up from the floor, he pulled Bulma up with him and broke the cuddle. She was no longer crying, and now he decided was the best time to ask some questions as to what was going on.
The prince folded his arms and gave her that stubborn dignant look that only he could pull. As she looked forwards to him, she began to focus on the hot tub not wanting to admit her own fears.
It was hard, seeing him standing there by the door with just the sexy designer boxers it made the heiress want to rush over and rip them off, also she wanted to avoid answering that cold question.
Her body ached, but she still couldn't help but feel aroused at his perfect body and sheer nakedness.
It would be Chichi she told first, if she did need to take a visit to the doctors she knew that her best friend would almost certainly accompany her.
After all, when she had fallen pregnant with Gohan, it had been Bulma that continuously took her to the doctors and scans. Whilst Goku unable to fly then, had been training and… well was busy being Goku. Ox king was furthermore a very bad driver the hover car barely had room for himself, and of course Chichi obviously wanted another female to talk to; Bulma now understood what she meant and how she felt.
If the worst case was confirmed, and she was pregnant, then she would need another female to confess all to, it wasn't something she wished to talk to either of her parents about, and it certainly wasn't something that she felt Vegeta would be able to cope with.
"Vegeta… could you move from the door, Chichi is waiting in the lounge for me.." she said softly, unsurprisingly her Saiyan lover did not budge.
"I demand to know what is wrong with you woman." Vegeta said sternly as he leaned upon the door, and relaxed his posture; clearly indicating that he was willing to stay in the small bathroom all day if needed.
"My name is BULMA." she growled angrily, as Vegeta began to smirk at her annoyance. "I'm sick idiot, hence the vomiting."
"Did you take the medicine I left you?" Vegeta continued to question, as Bulma rolled her eyes.
"Yes Doctor Vegeta I took the medicine you left me." She lied, as she moved forwards and tried to force the Saiyan prince out of the way. It was impossible, and obviously he wasn't going to budge. Damn that Saiyan prince for being so stubborn.
"I don't believe you." Vegeta smirked, and before Bulma could try and push him again he seized her by the buttocks and pulled his mate even closer.
Her hips were now touching his, and his groin was tightening as he sensed her growing aroused.
"What do you mean!" Bulma shrieked, a little too loudly as Vegeta cringed and her voice echoed around the bathroom.
"I found it untouched woman, now if you were feeling sick you should have taken it. That's what you made me do."
"OH! So now your just assuming I tried to poison you!" Bulma shouted as she pushed Vegeta away and growled angrily.
Vegeta laughed, "No I didn't say that Bulma I just think you need someone to force you to take it too."
"Just move it Vegeta, if you don't I'll just puke all over you again."
The princes face darkened, he knew never to annoy his mate when she was in this kind of mood; she was a very spontaneous person and usually did what she threatened to do.
"Are you not going to apologise for that?" Vegeta said ruffling his nose up in disgust.
"Only if you let me go, and stop trying to hold me prisoner in my own bathroom!"
Vegeta moved away from the door swiftly, and then folded his arms and smirked expectantly.
Bulma breathed deeply, and then she too smirked. How did he look so damn hot standing there like that?
"I'm sorry honey."
As she walked past the prince, she kissed him on the cheek before going off upstairs into her bathroom to find a toothbrush. She didn't think Chichi would appreciate talking to her, if she had sicky breath.
Vegeta proceeded to smirk to himself, as he switched the shower on and stripped himself down from his boxers. The shower would certainly be much more interesting if the female would accompany him again… swiftly he began to soak in the water as he cleansed his body.
Bulma found her seat next to Chichi, and in her hand she clutched the awful medicine that Vegeta had been right to point out, - she hadn't taken.
Bulma had always hated it when she had been little and her parents forced her to drink the awful concoction usually resulting in causing her to spit it out again, or feeling even more nauseas,
- And now she was an adult she was really surprised that she was still torturing herself with it.
Chichi raised a worried eyebrow, but did not say a word as her friend gagged on the awful tasting antacid, and tried to line her stomach. As Bulma gagged and precariously held a hand over her mouth, she managed to force the sick back down to allow the disgusting medicine to take affect.
A few quiet minutes later, after the coast was clear, and Bulma returned to a more normal colour; Chichi interrupted the silence. "Honey… I know this is a little personal, and I don't mean to delve I had a thought whilst I heard you in the bathroom…"
Bulma blushed; she must have been puking very loudly; how could Chichi wish to be in the same house as her, when she was carrying all these possibly contagious germs? She knew for a fact Vegeta would have scampered far away by now if he could.
The only thing of course holding him back was the gravity room, her well-being and the fact that he would probably catch it from her anyway.
Then she opened her eyes slightly wider as she picked up the can of diet soda from the coffee table, sure diet coke would be terrible for her tummy but she needed some sort of luxury when she was feeling this bad.
"Sure, fire away Chi… what do you mean exactly by delve…?"
Chichi coughed slightly, and then she followed and picked up her glass of orange juice. This was going to be tricky to word… She didn't want her best friend going off the rails when she asked this. It was an extremely personal question, but on a good thing her and Bulma had always had a good friendship, often or not they would laugh and joke over their men.
Of course now Chichi did not see Vegeta the same way as Yamcha, but they still joked and spoke from time to time.
The tangy cold orange juice slid down her throat, and then she spoke what she was thinking. "Bulma, I know its probably this tummy bug you've got… you know you and Vegeta…"
Bulma sniffed loudly, she knew exactly what Chichi was about to say, and unfortunately it was exactly what she had been fearing. The symptoms were there, the only thing that didn't match was the timing, it was impossible to be pregnant this quick and show these symptoms, it had only been a couple of days ago she'd missed that horrid stupid tablet.
Absolutely impossible!
The heiress felt a bile in her throat when she suddenly thought logically, how was she even to know if the pill was effective against a Saiyan? They were super strong in every other aspect, so what was stopping there…?
Bulma jumped up from the chair quickly, almost knocking her diet soda everywhere.
"Chichi! Help me!!!"
Chichi quickly rose from her seat and grabbed her friend's hand, and then felt it sweating.
The heiress began to breath deeply, and it looked to the mother of Gohan, that her friend was having a panic attack.
Removing the fruit from the brown paper bag, she instinctively handed it to her panicking friend, who stamped her foot angrily. "What's the problem? CALM DOWN BULMA!"
Bulma panted heavily, and then she sank back onto the chair and breathed into the brown paper bag. Her lips were turning blue, and the sweat was beading down her head, this was the first ever time the heiress had panicked like this; and she felt as though she was dying.
The only thing that was going through her mind was how stupid she'd been, the prince was going to leave her; and in a few months when she was as fat as a whale, and in so much pain through the birth she would be a lonely single mother… the androids would come, and then that would be it.
"CHILL, BREATH DEEPLY!"
Bulma tried to heed her friend's words, but she just seemed so far away. As Chichi spoke the whole world suddenly seemed to be spinning around her, as the room began to grow increasingly darker.
Chichi began ruffling her arms madly as she tried to generate some air in Bulma's direction; seeing as that wasn't going to be enough she hurried to the bathroom to try and find a damp cloth she could place on Bulma's forehead.
The heiress had fainted, and fortunately fallen into the leather sofa. Satisfied that her friend was still conscious and seemed to just be feeling really under the weather, the daughter of Oxking shot off to find the whereabouts of the bathroom.
Swiftly she opened the door, and was surprised to hear the familiar sound of a shower running; ignoring the fact that an occupant may have been using the shower she was in such a frantic state, that she completely missed the naked Vegeta who had his back turned to her, and was scrubbing soap over his body.
As Chichi finally turned around after locating a cloth, she screamed at the sight of the tight muscular buttocks, and the familiar flame hair, which was now slicked down.
Vegeta instantly turned around at the scream, and at seeing Chichi he too yelled and tried frantically to cover his body from her peering eyes.
Faster than she had ever ran before, Goku's wife grabbed the pink flannel and shielded her eyes from the naked man showering before her.
As the prince continued to yell, he felt that nobody was answering him; somebody was going to pay and he had a funny feeling it was going to be that idiot Kakkorot for letting his woman loose.
Darting out of the shower, he ignored the cold blast of air and quickly locked the door behind her. Bulma was going to hear about this, he couldn't even have a shower without his privacy being infringed by that ridiculous banshee who lived in the woods.
The look she had given was as if she'd seen a ghost; smirking, he quickly cooled down; Vegeta assumed she had never seen anything like what he had before. Obviously Goku was less than super Saiyan in the bedroom…
Chuckling to himself at his own humour, the prince decided that he was clean enough and could continue to find out what was wrong with his annoying wife. Perhaps later she would allow him to check her over properly and ensure she was in good health… damn her, how did she do this to him?
Deciding to ditch the towel, he formed a ki ball and began to dry with the heat. It was much more effective, and now also much more warm.
Bulma fluttered her eyelids open, as she looked back to her best friend, her sweaty head was now thumping but her breathing seemed back to normal. Inside her chest, she could feel her heart fluttering away like butterflies almost in tune with her aching stomach.
As the dark haired human gently placed a hand upon her shoulder, she glared at her as if to say 'don't you dare move an inch.'
Bulma released a gentle rasp of air, as she relaxed and felt her friend lift a hand and place it upon her forehead.
"Your still sweating Bulma Briefs!" Chichi scolded, as Bulma followed her hand and was surprised to see that she was in fact sweating terribly.
"How long was I out?" Bulma said softly, as her friend removed her hand and folded it angrily; she looked in a really bad mood, and Bulma couldn't help but think it was because she had just passed out on her.
"A good few minutes!" Chichi said, and then quickly informed Bulma about catching her naked lover in the bathroom.
As Chichi finished, Bulma felt her energy return as she released a pent up giggle, which soon turned into an unstoppable wave of laughter.
When she finally calmed down, and after Chichi threatened to leave and go home; Bulma finally mustered enough of her confidence to tell Chichi of her worst fears.
Chichi sat down upon the bed shocked, and reeling in on the news that Bulma had said in a single sentence. "You… you think your pregnant?" she said slowly, as it sank in even more.
"Maybe, I kinda hope not…" Bulma said, as she released a sob she had wanted to escape, this was followed by several hiccups and then a flood of tears.
Chichi instantly pulled the heiress into a comforting hug, just as Vegeta had earlier; and allowed Bulma to sob into her tunic. She could familiarise how Bulma could have been feeling, when she had fallen pregnant with Gohan that had too be unplanned and a big surprise.
Of course, her best friend was showing the classical symptoms; Chichi had expected it earlier hence why she tried to bring up the exceptionally personal question.
Now Bulma was crying, and she obviously was not feeling well after vomiting and fainting; there was no need to ask questions.
Bulma would answer them when she was good and ready, of course that was if she knew who the father was… it hadn't been long since she'd split up with Yamcha. If those two had been together like her and Vegeta were now together…
"Its nothing to cry about honey!" Chichi whispered as she leaned her head upon Bulma's blue hair, and stroked it soothingly as a mother would a hurt child.
Bulma sobbed, "I'm too young to be a mom…"
Growling Chichi chose to ignore the first remark; if her friend was pregnant it could just be the hormones working in overdrive.
"Are you kidding? You'd make a great mommy!" pausing Chichi was about to bring up about Vegeta being a great father… deciding that was the worst thing she could do at the time, she bit her lip and continued to stroke her friends hair.
If the heiress were carrying a child, how would the Saiyan prince react? He was famous for his temper tantrums and his short fuse… would he be able to handle bringing up a baby? Would he even regard it as his, or would he just abandon Bulma and leave her to bring it up all alone.
Growling Chichi could guess which the prince would choose. Vegeta didn't seem the family type; he was far too different than her own husband.
She couldn't help but picture him shooting into space, as he had done before leaving Bulma and a crying baby behind to fend off the androids.
"You think…" Bulma sniffed, as she lifted her head and wiped her nose on her sleeve.
Chichi nodded vigorously causing her thoughts of Vegeta in space to tumble
Bulma broke into a small smirk as she imagined Vegeta's reaction to his rivals mate barging in on him in the bathroom. It would have been picture perfect, he probably screamed and shouted many creative insults her way, probably brining Goku into the insults as well just to spice things up.
"I guess a baby would be quite fun…"
Chichi nodded again, "I'll always be there to help! Anytime you need a break you could just bring little tot over to my place."
Bulma laughed, "I don't even know if I am yet!"
Looking stern Chichi released her friend from the embrace completely. "Your going to have to run a test… it cant be left."
Sighing the blissful period was suddenly over again, reality hit and she knew that Chichi was correct. She could still hold hope that it was a long-term tummy bug. Maybe it was just longer than 48 hours, she could hope…
"I wish I'd made him wear a condom Chi…" Bulma sniffed, as she pushed the box of tissues away, and fought back the tears again.
"Yeah well, he's a male. I assume by he you mean the prince of all dimwits?"
Bulma laughed loudly then nodded her head vigorously, "Of course its Vegeta's! You know he was my first."
Chichi breathed a sigh of relief; at least that nightmare vision was over. Although in her heart she had a feeling that although Yamcha was a lying cheating desert bandit, he would be able to bring up a kid a sight better than an arrogant space pirate prince.
Personally she didn't like either men, Bulma certainly had a habit of finding herself bad boys!
"You think he will be happy?" Bulma whispered, as she flung her head back against the spongy leather pillow on the sofa.
Chichi did not answer for a while finally she managed, "I'm sure you know him best Bulma."
Sighing Bulma closed her eyes, reality dooming. "That's what I'm afraid of…"
"You don't even know if it's for definite Bulma. First of all you need to run a test before you start worrying about nothing."
Bulma sighed again, and lifted the cushion up cuddling it to her body it felt slightly comforting. "I'll book an appointment to see my Doctor in a little bit."
Chichi raised her eyes, and then looked down to the carpet. "You could always get one of those ones I did, it might save you stressing if your not."
Nodding Bulma found herself agreeing to her friend, and then something popped into her mind. She had completely forgotten about the pregnancy dip stick she'd purchased months ago too peeve of Yamcha. It was still sitting in the medicine cabinet untouched, after plucking up the courage to buy it over the pharmacy counter she then didn't have the confidence to pretend to Yamcha that she was expecting.
Although she had never had full on sex with Yamcha, she still did things that would not be condoned for an unmarried couple in some religions. She couldn't help herself; she was a normal female with normal female needs.
After her first time with Vegeta all that changed, her needs suddenly escalated and gave into the passion, and now because of her carelessness she was stuck in a very deep rut with no way out.
Her father was right, Vegeta was a bad influence… this was all his fault.
Perhaps it was karma for trying to trick Yamcha… Chichi interrupted Bulma from her personal thoughts with a slight cough.
"Sorry… I was miles away…" Bulma said quietly, as she slowly stood up from the sofa feeling rather sick again. This time it was not to do with the horrid tummy ache or the need to vomit, it was to do with her nerves.
"Are you sure you don't wanna-"
"I'm going to go and take a test now, I think I have one in the upstairs bathroom…"
Chichi tried to follow but was stopped by Bulma holding up her hand, as her friend sat back down Bulma explained. "I need to do this on my own…"
As she made her way up the closest staircase, she began to wander back to her room and into the tainted shower bathroom. The same shower she had made such a great lovemaking session with Vegeta, now as she felt her stomach twist sex was the last thing on her mind.
Seizing the small cardboard box, she instantly closed the door locking it behind her.
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