Love is a fickle thing:

Ch 3:

Bulma could not keep her mind straight. She was confused with her emotions. She was not sure of what she was going to do.

"Hey, babe, whatcha up to?" Yamcha, her boyfriend, asked, entering.

"I'm making everyone lunch."

"Okay, hon. I'll talk to you later, then."

When he left, Bulma had time to herself and her thoughts.

I could just kick myself! What was did I think I was doing? I don't love Yamcha anymore, but why am I back with him? Because I'm a fool and Vegeta's a jerk.

Her mind was referring to her first encounter with Vegeta alone. It was partially Yamcha's fault. She and Yamcha had been arguing and somehow, the subject had gotten onto Vegeta. She was mad at Yamcha, and in order to make him jealous she decided to go on a date with Vegeta. Yamcha told her she was insane which made her even more determined. She only wanted to make Yamcha jealous, but her emotions got in the way. She found Vegeta very attractive. His controlling attitude gave her a challenge. She was just trying to make Yamcha jealous, but instead she found herself liking someone else. When Vegeta kissed her, she melted into his arms. Then Yamcha had to go and ruin the whole thing. Bulma's plan to make Yamcha jealous worked, but right now, she wished it hadn't.

Bulma was about to tell Yamcha to go away, when Vegeta interrupted her and brushed her off like she was nothing. Then Yamcha made a remark like she was nothing but a piece of property he owned. Later that night she fell asleep swearing she would never speak to Yamcha or Vegeta again.

The next morning Bulma found a note from Vegeta apologizing about the day before. She was so happy. That evening when she brought Vegeta his food, she confronted him about the note. He told her it was true, and she was so happy, she had kissed him without thinking about it. All day long, she was happy, until she found out the truth. Bulma was walking down the hall when she overheard her father talking to someone.

"The note worked just like I knew it would. Now the only thing I'm worried about is how confused Vegeta must be."

So my father tricked me…and Vegeta lied.

Bulma went into the living room and sat on the couch.

Yamcha had walked into the room.

"Hi, Bulma, can we talk?"

If he thinks I'm going to take him back, he's crazy.

"Sure Yamcha. Sit down."

Despite her thoughts she ended up falling got Yamcha's charm. Yamcha always seemed to know what to say when she was upset.

Bulma stood in a dazed state taking all the information her brain had just flashed her.

"Bulma dear!" her mother cried out.

"Huh? Oh, sorry Mom. Oh no, the food! I let it burn!"

"Don't worry, dear. I'll order take out. You just go give these leftovers to Vegeta."

"Okay, Mom." Stupid Vegeta. Why can't he get his own food. Why do I always have to bring it to him?

Vegeta opened the door to the gravity room and let Bulma in. She walked in, set the food down and turned to leave.

"Thank you."

Bulma continued her trek to the door. Vegeta grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him. He put his arm around her waist.

"What happened to you're welcome?"

"Sorry to disappoint you Vegeta, but Yamcha and I are back together now an I must go. He's waiting for me inside."

Bulma pulled away form Vegeta's grip and left.

Bulma couldn't find Yamcha inside so she assumed he had gone home. She walked out onto the balcony.

"Yamcha!"

Yamcha looked up from where he was standing below the balcony. Bulma couldn't believe it. Yamcha was standing with a girl he had been kissing.

"Babe?" He said, in shock.

"I thought you said you were single?" said the girl in an airy voice, walking away.

"Wait! I can explain. She's my…sister!"

"Sister!?" Bulma exclaimed, "That's it! We are over, Yamcha! I can't believe I turned down Vegeta for you!" Bulma stalked into her room.

Vegeta couldn't sleep that night. His room happened to be next to Bulma's and her crying and occasional muffled swearing was keeping him up.

Doesn't that woman ever shut-up? He thought angrily. What did that buffoon Yamcha do this time? What ever it is, I'm going to have to beat his butt for it because it's driving me mad!

Bulma was crying in her room when she heard someone enter her bedroom. She sat up and saw Vegeta.

"What do you want?"

"I want you to shut-up!"

"And what if I don't?"

"I'll blow this entire building up! I'm sick of listening to you whine over what that punk boyfriend of yours does to you. He doesn't love you and you are a fool if you think he does."

"What do you know about love? You're always pushing people away and since when is my life any of your business? I don't feel like fooling with you so just go away."

The next morning Bulma decided to eat out for breakfast. She got dressed and left.

Meanwhile, Vegeta was just headed out to train when Yamcha showed up.

"Hi, Vegeta."

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm going to see Bulma."

"No you're not."

"Why?"

"She's not here."

"Oh…I'll just wait for her then."

"I don't suggest you do that."

"And why not, Vegeta. It's not like she's you girl?"

"What if I tell you that she is about to be mine?"

"Vegeta, you can't be serious."

"Try me, Yamcha."

"But…why do you care about her Vegeta?"

"I'm sick and tired of hearing her cry about something you've done to her. You're not the only guy who notices a good looking girl, and if you can't do something right, I'll just have to do it," Vegeta said, folding his arms.

"You won't be able to win her heart."

"If you were able to, I know I can."

Bulma came home to find no one but her mother to greet her.

"Hi dear."

"Good morning, Mom."

"Would you like some tea?"

"Sure."

Mrs. Briefs was pouring herself and her daughter some of the tea she was forever boiling, when Vegeta walked into the room.

"Bulma, I need to speak with you," he said gruffly.

Vegeta led her to the garden filled with lilies and daisies.

"Okay, Vegeta. We're alone, now what do you want?"

"Bulma, you can't go back out with Yamcha."

"I wasn't planning on it, Vegeta. And I told you last night that my personal affairs are none of your business. You know nothing about me and nothing about love!"

"I know that I care about you!" Vegeta burst. Ah, where did that come from?

"What did you say, Vegeta?" Bulma asked, in dead shock.

"Nothing."

"I heard you."

"Well…I said I wanted to talk to you."

"You love me, don't you?"

Vegeta stood in silence, unable to answer.

"I knew it!" Bulma exclaimed, and kissed Vegeta on the cheek and pranced into the house.

"Kakarot, you've got to help me."

"Okay, Vegeta, what is it?"

"You've had experience with women right?"

"Oh, you mean Chi-Chi? Just do what she says, and you'll be fine."

"Not her, you idiot!"

"Well, who do you mean then?"

"It's…promise you won't laugh, Bulma."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! BULMA!"

"I'm serious."

"Well…tell me what's going on between you guys."

"I just…can't stop thinking about her," Vegeta admitted, begrudgingly.

"That's all? Oh, Vegeta, you're in love."

"So…what do I do?"

"Marry her, of course. I'll fill you in on what to do. Trust me."

Bulma was in her room when she heard a slight knock on the door.

"Come it. Oh…it's you."

"Woman. I need to talk to you."

"Fine. What is it, Vegeta?"

Bulma sat down on the edge of her bed and waited.

How did Kakarot say to do this again?

Vegeta, still unsure, knelt down on one knee and took Bulma's hand in his.

"What…what are you doing, Vegeta?"

"I'm trying to propose, what does it look like I'm doing? So, yes or no?"

Bulma just sat there, in shock.

"Bulma, will you marry me?"

"Vegeta, this is so unexpected. I don't know what to say."

"Just give an answer!"

"Yes."

Two months later, Bulma was saying, "I can't believe that tomorrow I'm going to be a married woman."

"Well, I never thought I was going to be married until I met Goku," Chi-Chi said, helping Bulma put the finishing touches on the decorations.

"I'm just so nervous, you have no idea, Chi-Chi."

"Let me help you get your mind off the wedding and onto something else. When are you leaving to go on your honeymoon?"

"Tomorrow afternoon after the reception. We're going on a cruise."

"Goku and I never had a honeymoon."

"Well, we're having one, Vegeta just doesn't know it yet."

Vegeta stood in the middle of the room as his new bride walked up to him. Bulma stood in front of Vegeta as he put his arm around his waist. Bulma put her arms around Vegeta's neck and laid her head on his shoulder.

"Look at them dancing, Krillin," Yamcha said in disgust.

"I see them Yamcha. Why don't you see if you can cut in?"

Yamcha grinned and walked up to the couple, "May I-nevermind."

He never asked because of the look Vegeta gave him.

"Vegeta, I have a surprise for you. But we must leave now to get there," Bulma said after Yamcha had slinked away.

That night, Vegeta and Bulma stood on the balcony of their honeymoon suite watching the sunset over the pale blue ocean. The sun had just finished setting and they were headed into the bedroom when Bulma asked, "Wasn't this a wonderful surprise?"
She then walked ahead of Vegeta and went into the room and changed into her sheer nightgown. She flopped on the edge of the bed and began to message Vegeta's broad shoulders.

"What do you want?"

"Nothing, dear. I just wanted to show you how much I love you."

Bulma began to kiss Vegeta's neck. Vegeta turned his head to see what she was doing. He put his arms around her and pulled her close to him. Looking deep into her eyes, Vegeta kissed her, passionately.

Sis weeks later, Bulma wasn't feeling very well, and Vegeta wasn't making it any better.

"What do you mean you're leaving?! We haven't even been home long enough to get settled and you're leaving? How long will you be gone?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?! Oh just forget it. As long as you some back to me in one piece, I don't care."

Later that evening, after Vegeta had lift, Bulma was laying on the couch.

"Are you okay, dear?" Mrs. Briefs asked.

"I'm fine, Mom. I just don't feel well, that's all."

"I'm taking you to see the doctor, tomorrow, dear."

"Okay," Bulma said, not feeling up to arguing.

The next day, Bulma and her mother sat in the doctor's office. She was awaiting the results of her check-up when the doctor walked in.

"Mrs. Briefs, I have some wonderful news for you. You're going to be a mommy!"

"You mean I'm Pregnant!"