As months passed, Vegeta and Bulma found themselves spending every night together.

It was a physical relationship more than anything else. Vegeta didn't care for being mushy, he often said it was a waste of time, and claimed to be more of a doer than a talker. Oddly enough, Bulma was fine with his words - it made things less complicated. Besides, she knew Vegeta cared for her; he let it show quite often, and occasionally the word even slipped out. They didn't consider each other boyfriend and girlfriend; both of them knew they couldn't commit to one another fully. Especially Vegeta - . --he barely had time for her, his training always came first. But they were both satisfied with the relationship they had. That is, until Bulma found out something quite unexpected.

Bulma starred at her pancakes and bacon for what seemed to be an eternity. She had no idea how she was going to tell Vegeta the news of her unexpected pregnancy.

"He can't even commit to me, how can he commit to a baby?" Bulma wondered as she continued to stare at her breakfast in misery.

Vegeta was stuffing his face joyously, eating the pancakes in one bite. He knew something was wrong; the tension was making the air thick. But Bulma was always the 2nd priority in every situation. He finished the meal and gazed up at Bulma to see that she still hasn't touched her meal.

"Are you not going to eat?" Vegeta said, pointing at her food like a little kid. Bulma just sighed and put her hand underneath her chin. Vegeta could sense something horrible was running through her head. He questioned himself on whether or not he should even bother asking; it was probably just silly woman problems. But still, Bulma had never been quite like this. He was afraid to ask, he knew how women could get. The minute you start "talking" to them it only gets worse, and the next thing you know, they're sobbing. Vegeta finally made a decision. He was going to risk it, and ask. He didn't want to see Bulma like this.

"Bulma, what's wrong? I've never seen you like this." He grabbed Bulma's hand and stared deeply into her eyes.

"Vegeta, I don't know how to say this but--"

"Whatever it is, it's not as bad as you think. Relax, you earthling women tend to exaggerate the smallest things."

Bulma was set at ease with these words, "Maybe he's right." She forced a small chuckle and looked at Vegeta, his eyes were filled with concern. "Vegeta, I'm...I'm pregnant."

Vegeta shook his head, ridding the concern in his eyes. "Of course you are. That's what's supposed to happen, right?"

"You're not upset?" Bulma said cautiously.

Vegeta continued shaking his head.

"Why would I be upset? A baby Saiyan of Royal blood is growing in you right now, you should be proud!" Vegeta grimaced.

Bulma's face brightened up and she attacked Vegeta with hugs and kisses. "I'm so glad you're not mad!"

"What the hell?…Women will never cease to confuse me." Bulma continued to kiss him until he growled and pushed her away.

"Whew! I feel so much better now!" Bulma let out a sigh of relief and sat down and finally ate her breakfast.

"Hmph, I'll see you later." Vegeta got up and walked outside to the gravity room.

Bulma finished her meal in complete content. She thought and laughed at how worried she had been. She decided she'd have a relaxing, care-free day to celebrate.

"I know! I'll go swimming! I better go as much as possible before I look like a balloon!" She rushed to put her bathing suit on; she picked a blue and white one - it complimented her eyes and skin tone the best. She got a towel and went outside to the pool area. She noticed that there was someone already there…but who?! She crept up to get a closer look, she couldn't believe her eyes.

"YAMCHA!? She squealed.

He turned around, startled. "Bulma! Hey…long time no see." He stuck out his hand from underneath the water and waved.

"Wha…What are you doing here?!"

"Your dad lets me swim here every Thursday, it's a part of my exercise routine. You'd know that if you answered my calls." Yamcha said and gave her a stern and suspicious look.

"Well…I've been busy." Bulma said, looking at her stomach.

"Hmm…Another man? Who is he?" Yamcha said angrily, clenching his fists.

"It's none of your business!" Bulma yelled.

"You could have told me! I am your boyfriend!" Yamcha yelled back, his anger started to cause waves in the pool.

"Like you ever tell me about your other girlfriends!"

Yamcha was completely stunned by this, he was utterly speechless.

"What goes around comes around, Yamcha. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to take a swim without trash being in here."

Yamcha's jaw dropped about 4 feet. He got out of the pool, staring at Bulma in shock. He dried off, and mustered up the courage to speak again.

"As long as it's not Vegeta…I completely understand that you want to see other people."

Bulma smirked "As a matter of fact, it is Vegeta!"

Yamcha's eyes grew wide. "You're insane, he'll kill you!"

"He'd never hurt me. Now you, that's a different story." She grinned evily and Yamcha sprinted off. Bulma yelled after him. "And by the way, I'm having his baby!" She wasn't sure he heard her, but it didn't matter. She wanted to tell someone, and slapping Yamcha in the face with it felt pretty damn good.