Bulma awoke to soft melodic humming. Her blue eyes open and survey her surroundings and finds that she is in her bedroom. Someone is massaging her head. Twisting her head a little, she realizes her head is in her mother's lap. Her mother is humming a soft tune and rubbing her head in a soothing motion.

"Mom?" Bulma asks.

"Oh, honey, you're awake. Don't you try to move. I was so worried!" Bunny cautions.

Bulma just sighs softly. This reminded her of all the times her mother did this when she was a little girl. It was very relaxing.

"I am so embarrassed. One minute I'm introducing one of our new capsule models and the next thing I remember is blacking out. On the most important meeting! I can't believe I screwed this up for the company!" Bulma says.

"Now you just hush with that silly talk. Everyone was very understanding. The only concern of everyone at that meeting was your well being honey. Those nice men even said once you were feeling better they'd like to talk to you more about your project."

"Really?" Bulma asks anxiously.

Bunny giggles.

"Really. Honey I hope you aren't catching your father's flu. My honey is looking much better. You look so pale and you had a fever earlier."

Bulma sits up on the bed. She looks at her side table alarm clock and it reads, 4:12 p.m.. Bulma groans. Nearly a whole day wasted. Damn! She just thought of something.

"Mom! How did I get here anyway?"

Bulma would have been mortified if anyone of her employees saw her bedroom. This was her private area. The thought alone made her uncomfortable.

"Why Vegeta of course! That nice young lady Polli, contacted him while he was training. It was so romantic. He carried you here and stayed with you for about an hour before leaving. Such a sweet boy!"

Bulma was really going to have to get to the root of her mother's obsession with Vegeta one day, but for now she couldn't help feeling touched that Vegeta actually carried her to her room. In front of people shockingly. She couldn't help but smile. It was so hard not to love that bastard. Bunny gets off of Bulma's bed and prepares to leave.

"How about I bring you something to eat? I have some yummy pastries from the bakery and a few sandwiches in the kitchen."

"Please? I am starving." Bulma says.

"Okay, hon!"

Oh, mom?" Bulma calls out.

"Yes, sweetie?"

"I love you!"

Bunny opens her blue eyes and winks at her daughter.

As she's leaving out the door, Vegeta is walking in. She smiles happily at him. He grunts at her. He would never get use to that woman's cheerful towards him. It was sickening and plain creepy. No one should be that fucking happy all the time! Standing in the maroon colored bedroom, ,with his black t-shirt and red training shorts, Vegeta walks a few paces into the massive room before he stops half way. He crosses his muscular arms and looks at Bulma apprehensively.

"Should you be up?" He asks huskily.

Bulma is undressing in a nearby corner of her room.

"I'm just getting comfortable. I think I'm alright. Just a little under the weather." Bulma dismisses.

"Your KI was spiking up and down drastically. I'd say that was more than just under the weather. What is wrong with you?"

"I think I caught dad's flu, that's all. I've had the flu before. This does feel a little different, but it's no biggie." She assures him, winking her eye playfully at him. Vegeta shakes his head.

He walks over to her and motions for her to turn around facing away from him. She complies. He helps her undo her blouse and skirt. Bulma loved this side of Vegeta. Sure he was still an asshole, but he could be a real gentleman. This was a side she knew no one would ever see but her.

"Vegeta?" Bulma says softly.

"Hn?"

"Thank you, for carrying me here."

"Woman, I merely wanted to make sure you weren't so bad off that you couldn't make any necessary repairs or upgrades to my gravity room. Your father is out of commission, therefore I require your services."

Bulma hid her smile. Bullshit.

"Besides, I almost killed that little human woman who interrupted my training."

"Polli's a sweet girl…Now my saiyain prince! What is a proper way I should thank you?" Bulma purrs seductively, turning around and wrapping her arms around Vegeta's neck. He smirks. He was a little concerned about her health though. Her normal fair skin was a little paler than usual. She looked weak.

"Do you think I want to catch what you have?" Vegeta teases.

"Aw, is my big bad saiyain afraid he'll catch a flu? I thought your superior DNA didn't allow such human ailments to affect your "superior" immune systems."

Oh, she was playing that game?

"Your little human diseases don't affect me! Let me prove it." Vegeta says kissing Bulma fully.

He lifts her and together they fall on the bed. She is only clad in her purple silk bra and panties. They continue assaulting each other's mouths. His hands explored every curve of her body. He swore the woman was built for him and him alone. Bulma was enjoying this. Vegeta had a touch that could ignite fire in her. She grabs the front waist band of his pants. She was so horny for this guy! As soon as Vegeta's tongue enters her mouth, she instantly regrets it. All of a sudden, her stomach heaves and she rips herself from his mouth, spewing the contents of her stomach all over his leg. Vegeta is completely shocked. He is appalled. He is everything that a human dictionary could describe about how he was feeling at this moment! Bulma grips her stomach as the last of the contents came from her. She looks at Vegeta, bile around her mouth, her chest and his leg. His dark eyes bore into her blue ones. Bulma didn't know what to expect. Vegeta was kind of a hygiene freak. He was big on cleanliness. This had to be the absolute nightmare for him.

"WOMAN! What the fuck?! How could you?!"Vegeta shouts angrily.

"I am so sorry! I didn't –uh oh!' Bulma groans, quickly jumping to the bed and running to her adorning bathroom.

Vegeta didn't even have to guess what she was in there doing. He could hear it well enough. It sounds like she's puking her insides up. What the fuck?! Vegeta looks down at himself and must resist the urge to throw up. To think he could get blood and guts of every creature imaginable on his body during battle without flinching twice, but the sight of vomit rendered him stupefied. It was sick! He didn't know what to do. He was angry! Beyond pissed. Vegeta storms from the room and walks down the hallway into his room. Quickly, he throws off of his clothes and gets into his shower. Hot water. He needs hot scalding water to wash this filth off of his body. The fool didn't even have enough sense to realize she was sicker than "under the weather", but that was the typical Bulma response. Everything is always not serious when it really was. He should have just stayed in his training room. His moment of weakness cost him to be upchucked on. What if it had gotten in his mouth? Vegeta began to cringe under the running water at the thought. The best method was to stay away from her. Until she took care of whatever was wrong with her, he would steer clear. No one puked on the almighty prince of saiyains. He continued scrubbing his body with a force only he could muster. He would have Bulma's daffy mother wash his clothes. He wouldn't tolerate touching them.

It has been almost three weeks and she still wasn't getting better. Vegeta had avoided her at all cost. He occasionally popped up when he thought she was asleep just to check on her state of health, but he treated her as if she had the plague. Sheesh! He didn't want to be used as Bulma's personal vomit bag. Who knew he would get so worked up over a little vomit. Bulma feels bad for throwing up on him, but his expression was so comical. That almost made the moment worth it. He looked like a deer caught in a headlight. She thought he would blast her to hell right then and there. Why couldn't she get rid of this flu? Her father had been up at full health three days after the bedroom "incident". Nothing worked! Even her mother's homemade concoctions didn't help. She couldn't get food to stay down, she was always hot and shaky. In the bed was where she stayed. She felt so weak. Projects couldn't be worked on, which her father ended up overseeing them himself. Bulma couldn't take it anymore. Today she had finally decides to see a physician. She was never big on doctors, since she rarely ever had to see one except her own. Maybe they can tell her what was wrong with her.

Bulma submitted a urine sample and a blood sample. The plump nurse looked at her skeptically when she described all of her symptoms to her. They even asked when her last period was. Why was that information needed when diagnosing a flu? Bulma sat on the examining table anxiously looking at the wall clock. Worse yet, she had to sit here exposed, wearing nothing but a hospital gown. Kami, she just wanted to get her prescription and leave. Was it necessary she had to wait for an half an hour? She should have brought her mother with her. Bunny always provided a source of relief in moments like these. The huge wooden door to the room opens. A very tall, older woman walks in the room holding a clipboard to her side. Her blonde hair is pulled in a messy bun atop her bed. Bulma smiles politely at the woman. Bulma has had Dr. Fern since she was a teenager. The woman pulls a stool in front of Bulma and sits.

"Nice to see you Bulma, it's been a while. How's the family?"

"Everyone's been great."

"So tell me, what has been the problem?"

"My dad caught the flu and I guess I caught it too. I can't keep food down, I'm sleepy throughout the day, my body just feels drained and I keep having these fainting spells. Nothing I'm doing is working."

Dr. Fern looks at Bulma curiously.

"How long have you been sick?"

"A few weeks. I'm thinking I need antibiotics. I just need to get this out of my system, I'm miserable."

"Um, hm. Bulma, we have your lab results back and they confirm that you are pregnant."

Time seems to have slowed. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Bulma's jaw drops open. Pregnant? She was going to have a baby? Vegeta's baby! Was that why she was so sick?

"Dr. Fern? How far along am I?" Bulma asks.

"A month. Do you have any questions?"

Bulma smiles shyly.

"No. This is so…wow! I don't know what to say."

"You'll need to come to your monthly appointments so that we can check the baby's progress and yours. You'll need vitamins and Bulma, take it easy on those projects. You can't do anything strenuous!"

"Got it! Wow, a baby! I have to tell my mom! She's been bugging me for years about grandchildren. I'd better get dressed." Bulma shrieks excitedly.

"Well, I'll print out some information for you, but I know the scientist in you will want to do her own research about pregnancy and childbirth. Oh, tell Yamcha I said congratulations as well."

Bulma stops putting her pants on midway. What she just said just kind of tugged at her heart.

"It isn't Yamcha's." Bulma whispers. Her joy was short lived.

Dr. Fern looks at Bulma apologetically.

"I'm sorry, it's just that you two have been together so long I presumed—I'm sorry. Well my congratulations to the father to be. I'm sure he will be so happy to know he is going to be a dad!"

Bulma smiled sady. She hoped so too. This would definitely make or break the relationship between her and Vegeta.

Vegeta was quickly dodging the power beams from the mechanisms Bulma had built for him a year ago. They were adequate, but he needed something stronger. No one on earth proved a suitable training opponent except Kakarott and the Namek. He didn't feel like dealing with anyone whose attitude rivaled his right now, and Kakarott was…well a buffoon! If he could reach the level of super saiyain, then he would be at Kakrott's level and a spar with the clown would be great! But for now the drones would have to do. Shooting a few blasts of his own at the robots, Vegeta uses a combination of moves that he developed, training in this room. He was getting stronger, he could feel it, but nowhere near the level required to become a super saiyain. How was it obtained? Vegeta had a feeling it had nothing to do with strength alone, but something else. What was it? Vegeta continued practicing his Kata's until he heard a knock on the chamber door. What now? His anger immediately rose at the unwanted intrusion. Everyone knew he didn't like being disturbed in the middle of his training. Why not contact him through the video monitor? Vegeta reluctantly shuts off the machine. He had been training for 72 hours straight. Perhaps it was that daffy woman coming to give him food. She usually sent Bulma to remind to eat, so that couldn't be right. Whoever it was was treading on a very thin line because the way he was feeling someone was going to get murdered. He pressed a green button to unleash the hatch locking the door. It slid open to reveal the woman. She stood there dressed in pair of jeans and a sleeveless red shirt. Her hair was pulled into a messy ponytail. Vegeta swore that woman was desirable regardless what she had on. Get a grip Vegeta, he thinks to himself. You're a saiyain warrior not a hormonal teenager.

"Why are you here Bulma?" Vegeta asks sounding very agitated. A tone not missed by Bulma.

"I have to tell you something."

"Hn! What? Come to puke on me again?" Vegeta says nastily.

"Oh, Vegeta, get over it! I said I was sorry a hundred times already! You want me to get down on all fours and beg for forgiveness?"

Vegeta does his typical eyebrow lift.

"It would be an appropriate gesture to show towards a prince and a being higher than you."

"You arrogant prick! You can screw yourself on that one!"

Vegeta instantly becomes annoyed.

"What do you want? I don't have time for this!" He snaps.

Bulma didn't know if it were smart to tell him now while he was obviously so agitated. But he deserved to know and now was as good as ever.

"I don't have the flu." Bulma announces.

What the fuck did he care? Bulma thought she knew every fucking thing. She was fool! He feels her KI spiking up and down so she had something!

"So? That's what you interrupted my training for?"

Bulma was trying to remain calm and patient with him. She wanted to smack the shit out of him for making this so difficult.

"No…I went to see my physician today and she told me that…that uh,"

Now Vegeta was curious. What could a doctor have told this woman to get her at a loss of words? You couldn't shut this banshee up half the time.

"Well? I don't have all evening!"

"She said my lab results confirm I'm pregnant." There she said it.

Vegeta face instantly softens.

"You're pregnant? What? How?"

Bulma puts both hands on her hips. Did he really ask her that question? All the screwing they've been doing for all this time, it was bound to happen. They've been so driven with lust that neither thought about the consequences of their coupling. Vegeta's face is swirling with emotion. She can see he is struggling with this information.

"I need to be alone." Vegeta says suddenly. His pride wouldn't allow him just talk to her about the situation. He wouldn't allow himself a reaction.

"Vegeta, we need to talk about this." Bulma says.

What did she want him to do? What the fuck did she expect him to say? Bulma saw the angry expression return to his features to hide any emotions he may have been feeling.

"Talk about what? This is your problem," Vegeta snarls.

Bulma feels as if she's been slapped. He was lashing out. By hurting me, he doesn't have to deal with the problem at hand, Bulma realizes. Oh no! He wasn't going to make this easy for himself. That man and his pride.

"My problem, Vegeta? You mean Our problem! I didn't do this to myself, buddy boy!" Bulma retorts angrily.

"I am a saiyain warrior, not some weak human male! My concern is with my own self, not some hybrid growing in your womb. Do I look like Kakarott to you?" Vegeta rants.

"No! In fact, Goku would be overjoyed if Chichi told him she were pregnant with his child."

"That's because that third class clown thinks he's human. Why should I be overjoyed that my first and only heir will be spawned by a weak human like you?! It'll be a half breed like Kakarott's brat! That third class clown is okay with creating a mockery to our race. I am of royal blood, and this "pregnancy" of yours is a dishonor to me, so why don't you do something smart and get rid of it!" Vegeta growls.

Bulma felt as if he'd just shredded her heart into two. She slaps him across the face as hard as she can. His head actually whips to the side a little. He looks at her with surprise and rage in his face. He knows he has hurt her. There are angry tears running down her face. Damn it! He hated her tears. A strong woman like Bulma didn't deserve those tears. So be it! He was a saiyain and her weakness didn't matter to him.

"You and your pride will always keep you at second best when it comes to Goku. How can you claim to care about me, and you speak to me this way?" Bulma cries.

"A moment of weakness on my part. I don't' give a fuck about you or that thing you're carrying inside you! Now leave me alone!" Vegeta releases the lock button and the door slides shut in Bulma's face.

From the door window, he can see how badly he's hurt her. She runs towards the Capsule Corporation compound. Vegeta hates the feeling he felt in his chest. It was so foreign to him. Guilt? Regret? Damn! He punches the gravity simulator. He couldn't be a father! What room did he have in his life for a…family? Sure he felt a respect for the woman, and he cared deeply for her, more than he would care to admit. She was the only one who gave a fuck about him on this planet! But she wasn't saiyain and he was. Getting her pregnant was a an insult to his pride. His chance for a legacy died with planet Vegetasai. His hands were stained with blood. Vegeta looks down at his white gloves as if he can imagine the blood that once stained them. He was a heartless son of a bitch! Not even father material…but yet she seemed…happy with the knowledge she was carrying his child.

"Shit."

Vegeta cranks the gravity up to 350 time's normal gravity and decides to abuse his body. The only solace he could find to deal with this scenario. He knew he is going to have to face the woman eventually, but for now he is going to train. Why did he have to have sex with her?

Because you love her.

"No!" Vegeta screams to no one.

She means nothing to me! That child in her body means nothing to me! Vegeta cranks the gravity even hire until his body becomes heavy. His pride would never allow him to admit it, but he did love her. That woman made him feel things that should be forbidden for a saiyain to feel. She was pure, and he was evil. She shouldn't be carrying his offspring. Why? Vegeta punches the air with ferocity. What was it he was punching at? He didn't know if he was angry with her or himself. By the time he left this room he'd know.