I should have put this in the first chapter, but I'm putting it here now
I do own Dragonball Z or its characters. Dragonball z is owned by Akira Toriyama
Saturday:
Vegeta stands silently in the little room that was to be his child's. The walls were colored blue and yellow, with little obscene pictures of earth's "cute" perception of animals. Vegeta grunts. In the middle of the room stood a small little bed, with bars surrounding it. Bulma's father calls it a crib. It looks like a fucking cage. Humans put their infants in cages? And everyone calls him barbaric! Little soft creatures sat in the "crib", facing the other end of the contraption. Unable to stand the room any further, Vegeta leaves.
Bulma informed him a week ago that he was to have a son. A son! Vegeta remembered when she told him. He hadn't been able to deny the small burst of pride he felt at that moment. But the woman and her dingbat mother had to go and ruin it! The women had gone shopping to one of those obscene, crowded, market places and came back with an entire mountain of clothes. Bulma's bitching and whining forced him to sit through her little fashion show. She showed him all the tiny clothes that his son would be wearing. To say he was appalled would have been an understatement. Frilly articles of clothing for a son of a saiyain prince? What mockery! Vegeta continues his brooding walk around the Capsule Corp. compound. He can feel the woman's KI pulsing throughout the house. She definitely is not where she is supposed to be. That woman is hardheaded and stubborn as hell! Bulma's body is not taking this pregnancy well. She has been having fainting spells and body spasms and what does the idiot do? Go running to the science wing to work on an experiment. It's as if she's trying to piss him off!
Vegeta makes it to the massive, tech room and what does he find? The woman working inside a gigantic, orange, robotic suit of some sort. It looks like she is messing around in what appears to be a circuit unit. Vegeta swears to himself. He walks further in the wing, confused as to what she is working on? What kind of drone was this? Bulma looks up and notices Vegeta looking at her droid. Her hair is pulled in a loose ponytail and she is wearing a green, heavily padded work suit. She smiles at Vegeta.
"So what do you think of this bad boy? Amazing huh? I'm making this sample, military action droid for earth's military defense. I volunteered to build the model and then they'll have their techs look over my prints so they can build more. Of Course all under Capsule Corporation's supervision." Bulma states proudly.
"It's impressive enough! Your species are fallible when it comes to warfare." Vegeta says.
"Saiyains didn't use robots or battle drones in battle?"
Vegeta snorts.
"Don't be absurd! Saiyains are warriors! We fight our own battles. On my planet we didn't need hunks of metal to fight our enemies."
"Well, humans are not indestructible like saiyains! Why are you in here anyway? Shouldn't you be training or something?"
Vegeta walks closer to the drone. He can see a long ladder leaned up against the metal surface. Damnable woman! She was so fucking careless!
"Woman! Get down from there!"
She peeks her head from under the circuit box.
"What? No! I'm busy right now Vegeta. This has to be finished by next week." Bulma argues.
Vegeta poses himself in a threatening manner. It may have intimidated anyone else, but Bulma could not be shook so easily. She stands up inside the top of the drone, hands planted firmly on her hips, with her protruding belly sticking out front and center.
"Are you deaf? Get out!" Bulma snaps.
"How dare you speak to me in that manner! I don't take orders from you, human!"
"Well this human is carrying your son you bastard!"
Vegeta did not have time for one of her bitch moods right now. His concern was to get the fool to safety. How bizarre is it that he of all people is more concerned for the welfare of the child than she is?
"Get your ass down here woman! Don't make me come up there and get you! I'm angry enough to hurt someone right now and you are treading on thin line." Vegeta threatens.
Bulma raises one of her blue eyebrows at him.
"Is that so?" She says in a very suspicious calm like manner. Vegeta is even caught off guard for a moment at the eerie tone of her voice.
"Y-yeah that's so! Now get down from there!"
Bulma growls loudly and before Vegeta can even think or defend himself, a large, metal tool box comes crashing into his face. Vegeta yells in surprise and nearly loses his footing. Very un-warrior like. That actually hurt! Vegeta grabs the middle of his face. Feels like he just got punched in the face by Kakarott! He looks at the woman incredulously as she looks back at him with a satisfied evil smirk on her features.
"What the hell?!" Vegeta yells.
"You want more?" Bulma screams.
Vegeta is still standing there debating whether or not this pregnancy has driven this woman completely mad. Bulma sucks her teeth and climbs inside the drivers chair at the very top of her battle drone. The bubble glass lid closes over it. Bulma activates the controls and it comes alive with a loud humming roar. Vegeta looks at the large machine, his eyes big as saucers. She wouldn't! Vegeta had no time to test that theory as Bulma activated the machines weapons and began firing a barrage of bullets at Vegeta. He caught a few bullets to his head before easily dodging the rest. Bulma smirks. Vegeta wasn't a sly as she was. Bulma activated the KI module she programmed into the machine. Suddenly, blue waves of energy come crashing down on Vegeta. His clothes are ripped to shreds and he lands on the ground in a heap of black smoke. Bulma nonchalantly shuts down the drone, exits the driver seat, climbing down the ladder. She walks casually over to Vegeta and leans over him to inspect the damage. His clothes were tattered and torn, his black hair was messy and had singed tips, and his once olive colored skin was now covered in black smoke. He looks comical.
"See what you made me do? If you had just asked nicely I would have came down, Vegeta."
She bends lower to place a soft peck to Vegeta's forehead much to his horror.
"You really need a shower. I'm in the mood for some strawberry ice cream." Bulma announces in a sweet voice. She exits the lab, leaving Vegeta lying there on the cold floor.
What just happened? Did she really just act as if she didn't just shoot KI blasts at him in her own house? Were all pregnant women like this? No wonder his people didn't let the women carry the fetuses of their infants and instead allowed saiyain babies to be born in chambers. Who the hell wants to deal with this shit?
"I really wouldn't mind being back on frieza's ship right now." Vegeta mumbles to himself.
Wednesday:
The entire Capsule Corporation household was put on edge. Bulma went around terrorizing everyone. If she has a craving that can't be sated, she screams until someone can find the items she wants. She nearly set her room on fire, trying to burn her entire wardrobe because she couldn't fit anything, calling herself a "female Yajirobi", causing poor Mrs. Brief to go on an emergency shopping spree at a maternity store in pepper town. The time Vegeta failed to inform her that he had eaten the last slice of apple pie, she didn't allow him back in the gravity room until there was pie in the kitchen. Angrily, Vegeta demanded Mrs. Brief to bake another pie for her "Deranged" daughter so that he could resume his training. Bunny happily complied. An employee of the company failed to answer whether Bulma looked fat or not and she had fired the poor young man. One young woman had a stack of papers thrown at her because she accidently served Bulma coffee instead of decaf. One poor intern was literally slapped for congratulating Bulma on her pregnancy. No one was spared. After that, Employees avoided her like a plague. No one wanted to risk encountering one of her wraths. Even Vegeta steered clear, fully immersing himself in his training. Mr. Brief took over her duties, much to the relief of the entire science department. He tried rehiring the people she fired or either scared off but they all said the same thing. They would not be returning until after she gave birth. Feeling shunned, Bulma is starting to think people are avoiding her. (DUH)! Very much annoyed, Bulma calls Chichi.
"Hello?" A feminine voice says on the other end.
"Hi Chichi, it's me Bulma."
"Bulma, how's everything? How are you feeling?"
"Chi, I think everyone in the house doesn't want to be around me?"
Chichi laughs.
"Why do you think that? Paranoid much?" Chichi teases.
"I'm serious! Every time I walk into a room that has someone in it, they leave. My employees are scared shitless of me, Vegeta has completely ignored me since the weekend, and my parents are, well, they're pretty much normal."
"Bulma you really don't know why you're everyone's least favorite person right now?" Chichi asks.
Bulma is confused by her question.
"No!" Bulma protests.
Chichi shakes her head side to side in disbelief at her friend.
"Dear, you are a pregnant woman, carrying around a saiyain child, and you're hormonal. I'm sure your mood swings have been just awful!"
The blue haired woman blushes in embarrassment.
"I haven't been that bad." Bulma lies, but Chichi isn't buying it.
"Oh Bulma get off it! If Vegeta can be run off by one of your rages, you know it's bad."
Both of the women burst into a fit of laughter.
"Chichi you should see the big bad mighty saiyain cowering from this mere human."
"That is priceless! Once, I tried to take Goku's head off with a 300 pound salmon because I didn't like its color. He didn't come home until the next day!" Chichi says, trying to hold her laughter.
Both the women continue laughing over the phone, drawing Bunny's attention. She pokes her blonde head out of the kitchen and smiles at the sight of Bulma laughing.
"Why isn't that nice? I think I'll bake a three layer chocolate cake." Bunny whispers to herself, going back into the neighboring room from the living room Bulma is occupying.
Vegeta is sitting in his room, just relaxing after a hot shower when there is a knock at his room door. He growled lowly. It could only be the woman coming to bother him. Maybe if he didn't make any noise she'll go away—No such luck, she just walks right in. Luck was never on his side. He looks at her standing there with her short black negligee, her creamy legs sticking—NO! Vegeta scolded himself. That's what got him in this mess in the first place.
"Get out!" Vegeta growls.
Bulma ignores him and pulls a plate of from behind her. Now that gets his attention. He eyes the woman suspiciously.
"What is that?" he asks, gesturing his head towards the plate in her hands.
"Oh just a peace offering. Steak, custard pie, some grilled chicken, noodles and a slice of ham."
Vegeta just ignored her and continued staring off into space. He was hungry, but no way in hell he was going to let her know that. Bulma walks closer to the bed and sits in a small unoccupied space. She holds the plate under his nose.
"Come on, are you still mad at me?" Bulma asks innocently.
Vegeta looks at her in disbelief.
"Bulma, you shot me a least 4 times which took all night to remove those annoying bullets, then you fired KI blasts at me and then left as if nothing happened. So excuse for not jumping up because you want forgiveness!" Vegeta says, folding his arms.
"I'm sorry. I was waaay out of line! I'm here to apologize."
"Well you've apologized. Now get out!"
Bulma uses the chopsticks on the plate and picks at the rice, holding it in front of his face. She smiles.
"Come on Vegeta. You can't stay mad at me forever!" Bulma coaxes.
Vegeta finally relents and smirks. He takes the plate from her and begins eating. As soon as the food hits his tongue, he realizes something is wrong. No way in hell Bulma's mother made this. It didn't even taste like food. Vegeta looks at Bulma and chooses his next words carefully.
"Uh, you made this meal for me?" Vegeta asks with a mouthful of food.
Bulma giggles happily.
"Yup! Prepared myself and everything! That way you'd know I really meant my apology." Bulma says proudly.
Vegeta begins to gag. It was so awful. He was about to spit it out, but she was looking at him with those big blue eyes.
"I can eat this later. I'm not hungry." Vegeta says.
"Since when do you turn down food? Come on just eat a little!" Bulma whines.
Vegeta for the second time in his life felt like he wanted to cry. Kami, this food was so horrible. He didn't want to feel any of it on his tongue. How could she be that bad of a cook? With all of the strength he could muster, he swallows. Oh, Kami! It was worse going down. Bulma smiles a satisfied smile until she notices Vegeta's face has taken on a green tint.
"Vegeta? Are you okay? You're looking kind of green."
Vegeta was about to comment, but a low rumbling in his stomach and a slight pain in his esophagus, causes him to jump up and go running into his bathroom. Bulma looks after him and back down at the discarded food on the plate. Then there is a horrible retching sound in the bathroom. Was he throwing up? Bulma is angry. She grabs the plate and inspects the food.
"What is his problem? What nerve to waste good food!" Bulma says to herself.
She grabs the chopsticks and puts some of the food in her mouth, chews and swallows. Nothing. Vegeta was so overdramatic. There wasn't anything wrong with—All of a sudden she felt a sour taste in her mouth. Her face is a shade of green. She burps aloud. Uh-oh! Bulma gets up and dashes into the bathroom. She feels as if her stomach is about to come through her mouth. Vegeta is still on his knees retching, and heaving into the toilet. Bulma accidently trips on her way into the bathroom and throws up right in his hair. Vegeta feels the bodily fluids running down his face.
"NOOOOO!" Vegeta screams angrily, but another wave of nausea hits him and he can do nothing as it assaults him, causing more fluids to spill from his mouth. She had to have poisoned him! No way is someone cooking is that bad.
Bulma makes it to the bath tub and vomits in the there. She can feel the baby kicking her and the pain intensifies the vomiting. What the hell did she put in that food?
Bunny hears all of the commotion down the hall on her way to collect laundry. Concerned, she follows the source of the noise. It was coming from the young man's room. Oh dear! Was he sick? Bunny sits her laundry basket down and enters the room. She can hear vomiting coming from the bathroom. She walks to the bathroom and peers inside before she lets out a loud scream.
"Aahhhhhh! Whats happening?" Bunny screams.
It was like entering her worst nightmares. Vegeta's face in the toilet, his head covered in she didn't even want to guess, and her daughter in the shower puking in the tub. Was there a virus going around?
"Oh, no! What happened?" Bunny screams again.
Vegeta manages to pull his head out the toilet for a second. One of his eyes is closed to prevent Bulma's vomit from going into his eye.
"Your daughter's cooking is what happened!" Vegeta groans, before heaving into the toilet again.
Bulma looks up from the tub.
" Shut up you-, " Bulma is cut off by the contents gushing from her throat.
Bunny steps further into the large bathroom.
"What can I do?"
"Keep Bulma out the kitchen." Vegeta chokes.
"Oh shut up!" Bulma snaps.