Date at the seaside
Epilogue Finale Part One
Bulma stared at the tiny stick for a few long minutes; she couldn't quite believe the results herself. The tiny spot had turned pink, it didn't stay blue, it changed almost immediately to a fluorescent cerise tinge.
A stray tear slipped from her eyes and landed on her leg, as she crushed the box in her hand. It was 99.5 percent accurate; it was 99.5 certain that she was going to be a mother.
She felt a mixture of emotions as she began to sob louder, the vomiting feeling was still there, and now she knew the culprit. It was a living breathing alien child inside her stomach, occupating her body sapping away all her energy.
"How could I be so stupid…" she sobbed to herself, as she placed the dipstick behind the tap, and wiped her eyes with the towel.
As the sun filtered in through the small circular window, she found herself smiling slightly.
The thought of being a mother was certainly daunting, but at the same time she found herself feeling slightly excited.
In just a few months she would have a little tiny baby to feed, and clean and help through life.
Sighing when she thought of its father, her feelings suddenly clouded back over. How was she going to explain to Vegeta about the mistake they had made, after the panic attack she was feeling better, still sick but that was to be expected for the next nine months. It was just going to have to be something her body learnt to deal with.
She was feeling more nervous about breaking the news to her prince, as she heard the gravity room turn on in the garden she sighed. It was going to be much harder than even she could imagine…
Chichi was waiting outside the door, the moment her tearstained friend looked her in the eyes. The wife of Goku knew the results of the test.
She threw her arms around Bulma's neck, and allowed her friend to bury her tears into her chest. They remained wordless for several minutes, until Bulma finally pulled herself together.
Sniffing loudly, she closed the bathroom door and just nodded to Chichi.
"Congratulations." Whispered the dark haired human, as she took her weakened friend by the hand and led her back downstairs into the lounge.
It was the longest amount of time Bulma had ever kept quiet; she hadn't said a single word to Chichi since getting the positive results back. She was too busy concentrating about how she was going to break the news to her lover, and how he was going to take becoming a father.
How could they have been just perfect a few days ago, - and now everything was going pear-shaped. It was like some horrible nightmare.
"You are going to keep it…" Chichi said quietly, it was so soft it was almost a whisper. Bulma sniffed loudly and nodded vigorously.
"Of course… Vegeta can be a part of it if he wishes… if he doesn't then it's my job."
Blowing on the tissue, Bulma found herself switching on the television to clear her mind from the constant thoughts. She was sure Vegeta would soon begin to pick up on her stress, and come thundering through the house. Chichi pulled her into an even bigger hug, and the two best friends sat quietly watching a cheesy fairytale movie.
It was about a princess and a prince, falling in love and living in a big castle. Not the best movie for Bulma to be watching, when she was unsure if her prince was about to walk out on her for the rest of her, and her unborn child's life.
She tried not to think about how life would be like, without him around Capsule Corp. she didn't want to picture life without their spontaneous fun sex sessions, and without him tantalising and teasing her, demanding she upgrade the gravity room and cook him food.
It was hard, the last time he had gone into space she had never dared admit it, but she longed for his return. Each night she had little sleep, as she found her thoughts focussing on what the rebellious arrogant prince might be doing. Who he might be seeing, if he was in danger or pain.
It was then that she found her dreams starting to focus on him, in one she had even found herself kissing Vegeta, and damn he kissed even better in real life.
She just didn't think she could cope if he did the same again, only this time leaving her a memento for his time on Earth. The time before they had been arguing constantly, neither wanting to admit feelings or emotions to one another. Both to proud, and to stubborn to give in to one another.
"Me and Goku will always be there for you." Chichi whispered, as she handed a fresh tissue to Bulma, who was spilling yet even more tears.
It was surprising for the duration of the movie, she hadn't felt sick.
That was until a chocolate ice cream came on the screen and made the heiress almost vomit over the sofa and her best friend. Quickly she excused herself and rushed to the small bathroom again.
After emptying the contents of her stomach for the umpteenth time that day, Bulma found herself thinking about names for the child. It was a stupid thought; first she had to quite literally break the news to Vegeta.
As the little squirt inside her caused another burst of sickness, she felt her legs weaken as she puked even more down the familiar horrid porcelain bowl.
A few hours later the sun was still high in the sky, Vegeta still had not came in for his lunch which was highly unusual, and Bulma's parents were nobody to be seen.
Chichi climbed into the passenger seat of the convertible air car, Bulma was already in the drivers seat waiting to start the engine.
It was a one of a kind convertible, created by a car company especially for Bulma. Nobody else on the planet had one like it. Chichi shuffled in the black leather making herself comfortable as Bulma clipped her racing belt over her chest.
"Why's your belt like-"
Before Chichi had her answer, the car rushed forwards and with great speed and power and shot into the air.
One thing Chichi Son had forgotten over time was how much of a bad driver Bulma could be, she hoped it wouldn't take long to reach the surgery; she had a terrible stomach when it came to travelling.
The music was deafening as Bulma sped around another tight corner narrowly avoiding hitting an oncoming milk float. She had opted from flying after Chichi nearly barfed after seeing how high they were.
Her passenger was now taking deep breaths of oxygen, as she eased off the accelerator and followed the computers instructions.
Safe driving was far from Bulma's mind, all she could think about was the results from the test kit, and what the future held.
The pregnancy was mind-blowing, part of her was excited and maternal; the image of her with a cute little baby splashing in the bath was the main happy thought.
The other part of her was shell shocked and frightened, if her mate disregarded the child as his; she would be left alone to bring it up. The thought of the arrogant prince not being in her life, although she hated to admit it was just as terrifying as the prospect that she was going to have to give birth.
Damn Kami for making her a female, how did men get life so easy?
As if to answer that comment, her stomach violently gurgled, and Bulma felt the sudden need to vomit once again as the nausea hit her like a ton of bricks.
Once again her mouth grew wet, and with the need to vomit so badly, she braked harshly, ripping off her seatbelt and darted from the car at a speed Vegeta would be impressed of.
The hedgerow was covered in a foreign liquid as she released a sob at the pain it was causing her.
The stupid baby was causing her to vomit even though she had nothing left inside of her, it was almost as if it wanted her to throw up her vital organs and maybe even itself.
Chichi got a tissue from her pocket, ready for when her friend finally got back into the car. The smell of fresh vomit was extra strong in the bright harsh sun; it was the middle of summer, certainly not a nice time to feel so unwell.
As Bulma weakly clambered back into the car, she passed her friend the map book that was in the side door. She was in no mood for using the annoying car computer; so far it had led her down a one-way street, sent her down the wrong freeway, and also instructed her to enter an empty field.
The journey should only have taken them twenty minutes, and yet over an hour later they were still sitting in the convertible as Bulma for the third time pulled over and heaved her stomach.
Chichi really did feel for her friend, she knew that Bulma was going to have another nine months of this hell, and it would only get worse as the days grew on.
"Do you want me to get Gohan to fly us?" Chichi asked, for the second time as Bulma shook her head and leaned on the steering wheel weakly.
The heiress really didn't look to be in the correct state for driving, her eyes were tearstained, her face looked as white as a sheet, and she looked as though she was going to pass out at any given moment.
Without a doubt Chichi knew that she was pregnant, the poor girl looked just as she did when she had been carrying Gohan. If Goku ever put her in that position again….
"I think its only about five minutes away Chi…" Bulma sniffed, as she started the ignition yet again; and revved the engine loudly.
The heiress was thankful for one thing, her air car was a full automatic, and it meant she could concentrate on not vomiting over the bonnet the same time as steering around corners and obstacles.
The journey was a particularly long one, the heiress hadn't lied when she said it was only five minutes away, they actually got there in just a couple as Bulma stepped on the pedal eager to finally reach the doctors. She knew the results, but she just wanted somewhere comfortable and air-conditioned that she could sit and calm down.
She wished now that she hadn't signed up to the super expensive private doctors in the spa she often visited. It was much further away than the others in West City, but it also was much more calming and lavish.
She parked as close as possible, and then began the walk through the green gardens, bees were buzzing around Bulma's head and for once she didn't scream. She was too busy thinking of the horrid happenings of today.
She was going to be a mother, a parent of a real baby. A baby that would need feeding, and bathing, and love and care. The trip to see Dr Oonagon could only confirm it further, grabbing hold of Chichi's hand she nervously stepped up the marble steps and into the grand complex.
The doctor swung around on his chair, after glancing sideward to Bulma and then Chichi.
He was wearing a white shawl, and had a large bald patch with tufts of brown hair sticking out to the sides. Along with his odd hairstyle he had a pointed nose with a large pink boil on the end, and a bushy moustache. Bulma knew this Doctor well, he was also her gynaecologist.
"Which of you lovely ladies are here to see me?"
Bulma nervously handed her purse to Chichi, and took the few steps to Dr Oongon, she paused at the bed, as the entire room seemed to swirl.
"Sit down on the bed please miss Briefs." Instructed Dr Oonagon, as Bulma obeyed and leaned her head against the hard pillow.
Even after all the money she was going to have to pay for this service, the pillows were no better than any other Doctors. Hard and in severe need of fluffing, it didn't help it smelt of that horrid doctors smell.
"I assume you are my patient are you not?"
Bulma nodded weakly, as she felt a bout of sickness sweep her. It was no wonder she was beginning to feel exhausted and in pain, the amount of times she had vomited was almost inhumanly possible in her books.
She pushed away the sickness and looked over to Chichi for some help, she sent her a pleading look with her big blue eyes.
"Bulma thinks she may be pregnant Doctor."
Dr Oonagon sat back in his chair, humming a strange tune for a moment. Bulma coughed nervously, as he continued to only stare at her his eyes probing into her depths. It was a good job Vegeta wasn't here, she couldn't see him acting too nicely to her being looked at in that way. It was far to intimidating.
"I see." Was the reply after a long pause.
The room was silent again for a few seconds, Bulma was half expecting him to say 'what do you want me to do about it,' instead the Doctor spoke in his strange polish accent.
"What makes you think this, have you shown any clinical signs like nausea or any abnormal menstrual cycle patterns?"
Bulma was about to answer when Chichi rudely began to half shout at the Doctor who was still focussing on Bulma, as if observing her.
"SHE'S TAKEN A TEST AND ITS POSITIVE IDIOT!"
The doctor ignored Chichi, and aimed the question back to Bulma. "Have you shown any clinical signs miss Briefs?"
Bulma nodded, was he oblivious to her weakened state. "I've been constantly sick for a couple of days, and I'm not feeling normal at all… its like butterflies."
The doctor nodded and tapped some data in his computer, "you have had normal period miss Briefs?"
Bulma was about to tell him it had only been a few days ago she'd missed out her tablet. She decided it would be best not to bring that up, she didn't think he would be able to grasp the fact that an alien prince living on Earth had impregnated her. He would probably try and prescribe her some crazy person drugs to tranquillise her or something.
"I've never been that regular…"
The doctor nodded as he tapped some more, Chichi growled at the amount of time he was taking.
Finally after a few minutes he turned and got off his chair, in his hand he had an endoscope and a box of other instruments. He moved over to the chair next to the bed, and without saying another word to Bulma pulled her arm up and strapped a blood pressure gage to her upper arm.
"The results will let me know if you are healthy Miss Briefs, it has been some time I believe since last appointment."
Bulma tried to answer, but as she felt the rubbery texture tighten on her arm she decided not to say a word. After a couple of moments the Doctor tutted and scribbled even more notes on a clipboard.
"Your blood pressure and pulse rate far too high."
This time Bulma did speak, as he pulled the tight device from her arm freeing her, she tried to sit up in the bed. After the room began spinning again, she flopped back down, "I am quite scared Doctor…"
"No need to be frightened, you are silly Bulma. You know we in the medical profession, are here to help you"
"Sorry Doctor Oonagon… I mean about having a baby…"
"Oh yes, yes, that can be taken into consideration. I can tell you anything you need to ever know darling. No need to worry about a thing."
So he could tell her how to break the news to her hotheaded lover? He could also let her know everything about giving birth to a Saiyan, and how to bring it up correctly, he could teach her how to cope with the androids that were due to attack and kill everybody?
She seriously doubted he could do any of that, she had much to worry about, and unfortunately until she broke the news to Vegeta she would still be worrying.
"Its okay… Chichi can, she has a son…"
The doctor nodded his head, and then he suddenly grabbed her hand again and began feeling her pulse rate. "So this child is Yamcha's the baseball man?"
Bulma's pulse suddenly fluttered, and he raised an eyebrow. "No… we have been over for a while now."
Chichi growled protectively at the doctor's sudden invasion of privacy. Dr Oonagon seemed oblivious to this and continued, "so you know if you are pregnant who the father of child maybe."
Bulma began to feel slightly annoyed, of course she knew. "Yes, and I am seeing him now!" she snapped, she wished she hadn't when the doctor moved and scribbled even more notes down.
She couldn't help but feel he was biding his time; after all he was getting paid by the hour.
An hour later, and Doctor Oonagon was finally handing over the small bottle for Bulma to pee in, she had been given a full examination and he had admitted her breasts looked slightly larger than usual which did scare Bulma.
Fortunately he had passed on examining her genital area, it wouldn't have been the first time he was her gynaecologist after all but after the breast comment she felt oddly insecure.
Closing the bathroom door behind her, she sighed and fought the urge to vomit; she caught a glance of her cleavage in the mirror and was surprised that they did already look slightly larger. She had always been gifted in that department, they looked perfect and Vegeta seemed to certainly love them.
From behind the wooden door she could hear Chichi arguing to the Doctor; she felt thankful her friend was here. She was going to have to wait a while for the results; thankfully as she had gone private, a nurse was on-hand waiting to test them. Still it was going to be an awful long wait; perhaps she could take a walk in the gardens, or sit by the swimming pool.
It was certainly a plus point to having your doctors at your health spa.
As she re-emerged with the bottle in hand, she swiftly placed it on the table next to a red-faced doctor; Chichi was glaring coldly towards him from the other side of the clinic room.
"It will take about one hour miss Briefs, in the meantime if you go somewhere and relax, you can come back here then and I can inform you of the results." The Doctor said in his strong polish accent.
Bulma nodded, and without another word she took Chichi by the hand and headed out of the horrid clinic.
She needed to escape the horrid hospital smell, and the white floors and walls.
If there was one place that Bulma hated, it was the doctors. It bet the dentist and even Namek on her 'list of least favourite destinations.'
"We can go and relax by the pool if you like?" Bulma said, as she led her best friend down a flight of marble steps and through a large room, which looked to be a luxurious lounge.
This spa place really did have everything; on the top floor there was a beauty salon, and a full working gym. On the second floor the doctor's surgery and the pampering salons, and on the ground floor the swimming pool, sauna, Jacuzzi, and other interesting facilities.
Bulma found herself wishing she had bought her swimsuit with her; it wouldn't be long until she was too fat to walk about in a bikini, or even a swimming costume for that. She would have to spend the time with her perfect body wisely; it was only going to be a couple of months until she began to show.
Chichi was amazed at the size of the place, as Bulma led her around yet another corner they finally reached the swimming pool.
It was a huge Olympic size indoor pool, divided into swimming lanes and areas for free-swimming and leisure activities. On the other side of the huge pool was a giant water flume, and many inflatables floating aimlessly on the crystal clear surface.
Surprisingly the pool was almost completely empty, with the exception of some lifeguards who were standing around chatting, and some elderly ladies who were swimming in their lanes.
Bulma had nearly all these facilities back at Capsule Corp, she had always wanted a water flume but sometimes it was nice to come somewhere different. She had a Jacuzzi and a large pool and a sauna.
Bulma found a lounger next to a tropical palm tree; it looked extremely comfortable and even had a can of diet coke sitting upon the table for her.
The service here was more than excellent, drinks were all in on the membership price. Perhaps a reason it was so extortionately expensive than others hotels and spa complexes.
Chichi sat in the lounger besides Bulma, and was amazed at the hugeness of the swimming area.
A group of giggling rich girls walked past, and one waved to Bulma as they climbed into what looked to be a steam room. As the glass door opened, a huge plume of steam poured out, and the girls entered the foggy room until they could no longer be seen.
"Goku would love this place." Chichi said aloud, and was surprised when Bulma responded quite happily.
"Vegeta comes here sometimes with me, it's usually even quieter than this. We generally go in the sauna and the pool."
"You don't go in the steam room? That looks like one of the strangest things I've ever seen."
Bulma blushed crimson, "yeah… I've certainly been in there before."
She had also been in the steam room back at Capsule Corp, as well as the shower.
Changing the subject, she decided not to ask questions about the steam room. Chichi chose to be brave by bringing up the reason they were here. "Do you know how you're going to break the news to Vegeta?"
"I don't know if I definitely am yet."
Chichi rolled her eyes, "there's a very high chance you are."
"Yeah like 99.5"
The conversation ended there, both girls remained quiet; only the sound of a waterfall trickling could be heard. It was slightly calming, and almost relaxing to most, but the only thing Bulma could think about was a certain Saiyan prince.
Bulma absently rubbed her flat tummy, she looked at Chichi who smiled a little, and she decided to vent some of her worries. "I just want to know how he's gonna react…"
Chichi sighed, "This is what happens when two people can't get enough of each other, Bulma sweetheart you know him better than anybody else."
Bulma groaned, "We so can get enough of each other. Don't you wonder why we fight so much?" she chuckled, suddenly feeling a little better about the situation.
"That's just because you're obviously crazy in love with each other."
Vegeta was lying on the sofa flipping through the hundreds of channels on the television. He had tried training; the woman was being too much of a distraction. He couldn't stop thinking about her sudden bad health, he hated seeing her weak and sick; it made something twist about inside of him.
If this kept up, the androids would take over no problem, and it would be all thanks to the woman and her stupid digestive system.
He was slowly drifting off in a light sleep, just as Bunny Briefs came gushing into the lounge clutching a large bowl of ice cream and a big glass of juice. "Vegeta you should be with Bulma, you could be busy making me some gorgeous grandchildren!"
The prince growled in irritation at the intrusion of the blonde bimbo, she was just what he didn't need. His mate was sick and had still gone off with the banshee, and he was left distracted from training and alone with a scary woman who clearly would seize the chance to jump in bed with him.
"OH VEGETA! I love this soap, isn't Alexandra so darned gorgeous!"
The prince did not say another word; those twenty seconds were long enough, if he stayed much longer the female would not have a mother left.
With that he rose from the soft sofa, and decided he could try and track down his mates power level.
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