Unfaithful

Of course you're still here, you want to know what happened, you want to know just how he got hurt, just how Vegeta captured my daughter's heart, just how it all seemed to be planned out.

Looking from the outside, I'm sure the entire thing fits in perfect and neat. She'd complained of having some dreams of Vegeta a long while before this happened, and then of course the dreams went from sour to sweet and maybe that's where she started her silly thoughts that Vegeta could be domesticated.

He's a Saiya-Jin. I should know, I updated his machines until he started demanding that Bulma do them. At first I supposed he was doing it to annoy her, and I feel guilty-how can a father not see a man trying to seduce his daughter?

Because if he is capable of flirtation, I would suppose that's what it was. He always treated her differently, for better or worse, and if he lived to destroy Son Gokou then eventually he hid it, and maybe she was a silly little girl and thought that he was training to fight for her.

You know, he wasn't even present at his own son's birth. She didn't seem to care very much, though I must say she did seem particularly upset that Son Gokou somehow hadn't reached the news that she was of child and apparently the man didn't even meet little Trunks until they were about ready to deal with that whole androids business.

So where was I? Oh, yes, yes, my daughter and Vegeta. How did they come to be? Well, I'm telling you, you fool. He romanced her. Or at least that's what I think he did. You see, Vegeta is a very clever psychopath, and he always stood out.

It started with little episodes, that were actually really rather big episodes, the two fussing at each other, she would be shouting down the stairs and he would be following her with his arrogant little stomps; he would be fighting to stand up and she would be shouting that he needed to rest; and then of course there were always the kitchen episodes where she would be ready to eat something and he would promptly grab it from her hands to aggravate her. She had never been particularly possessive, at least not over food, but this little-game they played with each other was intense.

I don't want to recall exactly how intense it got because this is not to emphasize the great lust they obviously felt towards each other.

He was a man, I'm sure he's older-or at least he looks it, and he had probably ultimately been without female companionship in a very long time.

So of course, what better than to sleep his way into Gokou's good graces? No, I take that back, I do. I know for a fact that Gokou probably had very little to do with Vegeta's actions, at least where Bulma was concerned. He didn't seem to be particularly pleased when Bulma found out she was pregnant.

I was there.

Her face was pale as she sort of slumped down one stair to another. I was sitting next to my wife, who was of course watching some silly little program. She was holding my hand and I was counting down the time until I had to regretfully tell her that it was indeed time for me to turn back to science.

But the look on her face was quite, quite startled, and after all the fuss that I'd thought had died down, I frowned to see what it was. Did Yamucha call her? Had Vegeta broken her heart?

Well, what was it? A part of me sighed, waiting for the bomb that she was about to drop.

"Momma." The word forced my wife to tilt her head in her direction and bless her heart, she too could vaguely sense the trouble.

"I'm pregnant."

There was a dull crash, and Bulma turned her attention to the doorway. Of course, who else could it be?

So he invaded my house, ate my food, used my resources for his own selfish needs (pah to this saving the planet business, that's Gokou's job, it is), and he slept with my daughter, and I wanted to split into a horrible rage because he had just broken a vase that I was really quite fond of.

His energy spiked. He didn't even have to touch anything. That is how destructive Vegeta is.

"Vegeta, I'm-"

His angry glare cut her pathetic tone off. He did not seem to be quite capable of feeling sorry for her, of course she seemed to be doing a good job of that for herself.

I stood. Vegeta probably didn't look at me, but Bulma did. "Of course you're not keeping -it-, right Bulma, dear?"

It was obviously not the right thing to say. Vegeta turned and left, he seemed uninterested in the conversation, uninterested in Bulma now as well, and Bulma was left to look desperately at her mother for help, "I don't know."

Part of her seemed to be more afraid of Vegeta's reaction and his little quiet rage that would probably be by far worse the second he got to talk to her alone. She shook her head, "Yes, I don't think I have any other choice but to get rid of it."

My poor wife looked crestfallen, for she had begun to babble about baby showers and gifts and parties and nurseries and such nonsense. She rested her hands on her hips and mumbling in a teary tone, she exited to mope about in the kitchen.

I was left to stare at my daughter. All I could think of saying was, "Do you see what this has done?"

"We can fix this, right?"

"Of course, you'll have to get rid of it, it's got that maniac's blood in it, you could possibly die giving birth to the little creature. Think of what you would be releasing into the world, Bulma. I can fix this for you, but nothing will ever be the same."

She seemed to sink into the couch.

No, nothing was ever the same.

-CL