Wow, not even going to try and explain why I'm what? 4 months late? Yeah around in that area. Completely sorry, but hey, I made this chapter longer. yay. Please Read and Review. The more reviews I get, the quicker I upload because I feel like people actually want to read it haha.

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One Mind, One Sorrow

Chapter 2

It's been 6 months since the woman announced she was expecting. I don't even remember everything that has happened. The last 6 months have been a huge blur. All I remember is her waking every morning and unloading everything she had eaten the previous night. I thought those mornings would be the worst of it. But I was…umm... Let's just say I was 'less than right'… The other habit she has picked up from her pregnancy is a split personality.

Seriously…. I don't even know what I did. I enjoy our verbal spars (and I usually win them), but I can't fight against her. Not when she gets the way she does. She yelled at me because I was training with Trunks, but earlier that morning she told me I should spend more time with him….. I don't know what she wants anymore! The moment I start to argue back, she starts crying and saying that I'm being rude, and that I don't understand her. Well actually…..I don't understand her! She's yelling one minute and crying the next!

She cries because she's happy. She cries because she's sad. She cries because she's gaining weight. She cries because apparently I 'don't listen to her' …I don't know, I wasn't really paying attention. But the point is, she cries about everything! She couldn't have been this bad with Trunks.

Get this….She gets mad at me for things I do in her dreams… yeah… I know! I don't understand! She came up to me crying and said "Vegeta, I can't believe you would do that to me." I asked what she meant. She then proceeded to tell me her dream. "We were camping and a tiger started chasing me….and you did NOTHING!" She cried harder. "It was going to eat me, and you did absolutely NOTHING" she was crying her eyes out now.

"What was I doing?" I dared to ask. She looked at me with tear stained eyes and said,

"You were playing chess with a beaver!" She started to sob again. "And that's what's sad. You would do something like that! You would play chess with a beaver while I was being attacked by a wild tiger….luckily a magic falcon came buy and helped me. I could have died!" I didn't know what to say… I don't know what to do anymore. I'm going crazy! I couldn't argue back! She would just cry harder.

But even though she is driving me insane and will probably make me go deaf before the child is born, I know I'm doing the right thing by being here. I'm not going to neglect my responsibilities this time. I've been by her side the whole time. I don't want to let her out of my sights. I'm determined to make sure nothing can go wrong, nothing can mess up, and no one can get hurt. This child will be perfectly fine and Bulma will not be in any pain….well accept what comes with giving birth. But I've done everything the clown has instructed me to do to insure that everything will run smoothly. Yes, I know I'm doing the right thing by staying, but…. I don't know if I can put up with this for 3 more months…..

Bulma had started to get a fairly big waist. 6 months in, just 3 more months. She had to stop going to the office to work because Vegeta had gotten so paranoid about keeping an eye on her. But she couldn't just sit at home and do nothing. So, Bulma decided to work in her lab every chance she got to keep herself busy.

"Come on." She groaned trying to reach a box on the top shelf in her lab. She grunted in frustration as she realized her lack in height was keeping her from reaching the desired object. She looked around and found a footstool. She pulled the footstool to the shelves, stood up and tried once again to reach it. "Ok, I've almost got it." She said as she stretched her arm out and supported herself on one leg. She had almost reached it when all of a sudden,…

"Woman what are you doing?!" Vegeta rushed in and grabbed her off the stool and placed her carefully on the ground.

"Vegeta! I need that box off the shelf!" Bulma said as she pushed his hands away from her waist.

"Woman, you could have fallen!"

"Vegeta I am quite capable of taking care of myself. I knew what I was doing, and am aware of what I can and cannot do." she replied calmly.

"What are you doing in this lab anyway?" Vegeta asked crossing his arms and getting closer to her face. "I thought I told you that I didn't want you working."

Bulma rolled her eyes. "Did everything I just say go in one ear and out the other? I am fine." Vegeta lowered his hands.

"But Kakarot said that I can't let you lift heavy objects, or go down stairs, or-"

Bulma placed her lips to his, stopping him mid sentence. "Vegeta, I realize that you are just trying to keep me safe and look after me because you are afraid something will happen," She cupped his face. "But if you remember, I have already gone through this once. And I didn't need someone to watch after me. I know what I'm doing dear." Vegeta huffed. He hated when she used pet names, but she had a point.

She HAD already done this without his help. Maybe he was being paranoid.

'I'm so confused' Vegeta thought to himself. 'Kakarot said to be by her side at all times, but Bulma didn't need me when she was expecting Trunks, and he turned out fine. Ugh this is so confusing'

"Vegeta, you trust me don't you?" she asked. He grunted in response. "Then believe me when I say that I know what I am able to do." She smiled and kissed his cheek before walking towards the door. "Oh and Vegeta," she looked over her shoulder. "Be a dear and get that box down for me will you?" she winked before turning and leaving the lab.

"8 months along Bulma! Aren't you excited?" ChiChi exclaimed, "So, what does Vegeta think about it?" ChiChi asked on the other end of the phone.

"Oh he's so cute about the whole thing. He says he doesn't care if it's a boy or a girl, but I know he wants another boy so bad he can taste it." Bulma smiled as she hung up some clothes in her closet.

ChiChi laughed as she stirred her pot on the stove. Tonight Trunks was coming over, so she knew that with four saiyans at her house, she needed to start cooking all that food early to be done in time. "Of course he wants a boy. Could you see him trying to train a girl?" Bulma chuckled at the thought. She could see it now, Vegeta in the gravity room with a little girl in pink saiyan armor, Oh! And then, him trying desperately to get his teenage girl into a martial arts tournament. And yet, all that's on her mind is how cute the boys are. Bulma giggled again at the thought. "That would be a sight to see. But to be honest ChiChi, I think that the only thing he wants is for the baby to have black hair!" They both burst into laughter.

"Is it really that big of a deal to him?" ChiChi asked still laughing.

"I'm sure it's not so much now, but when Trunks was born he was so upset about it. He kept saying that 'all saiyans must have dark hair' 'that can't be my son' and 'the boy will never be a warrior' and stuff like that." She chuckled again. "I know he'll never admit it, but I know he secretly likes Trunks' lavender hair. Even if it is 'un-saiyan like'"

"Well, even without the black hair, Trunks is so much like his father." ChiChi stated. "His attitude, his rougher voice."

"His smirk?" Bulma jumped in.

ChiChi switched the phone to the other ear "Most defiantly. That's the trait that defines that boy as his father's son."

"I know… Sometimes I wonder if he even has any of my genes at all." Bulma said. "But then I find him in the lab tinkering with machines and realize that there is a little of me there." She chuckled and then glanced down. She needed to talk to someone. She couldn't hold it in any longer. "ChiChi… Vegeta is trying so hard to do everything for me, and he's so worried right now and I think he feels it too. I know I'm changing the subject but, I can't help feeling that something is coming ChiChi…something bad."

ChiChi stopped stirring and turned the stove temperature down. Her best friend's voice was so serious. "What are you talking about Bulma?"

Bulma felt tears start to form behind her eyes. "I don't know ChiChi. I just feel scared."

That night Bulma sat on the couch. Her belly had swollen to where she actually had to sit up to watch TV, or her stomach would partially block her view. Her ankles were swollen. She knew she looked horrible.

"Mom, I'm going over to Goten's." Trunks exclaimed as he ran through the living room waving.

"Ok, be careful." She replied as he shut the door. She sighed and turned her attention back to the screen. A few minutes went by, till a pair of strong arms draped carefully over her shoulders from behind the couch.

"What are you watching woman?" Vegeta asked as he brought his chin to rest on her shoulder. She could feel his breath on her neck. This sent tingles down her back, to her arms and soon through out her whole body. It struck her as amusing. He was the only person that could make her feel like this, the only person that could cause her heart to skip a beat with just the sound of his voice. But, she would never give him the satisfaction of knowing that. He would just look at it as another one of her 'stupid human weaknesses'.

"The news." She replied as she laid her head down on his. "Daddy was supposed to be interviewed about the new capsule car the company has been working on." Vegeta humphed slightly in response. Bulma brought her hand up to meet his. "Vegeta, can I talk to you about something?" He humphed again. "Have you been feeling strange about anything lately?" Vegeta looked at her in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean… do you feel like something is about to happen…something bad?"

He looked around the room.

"Well with you constantly doing stupid things to try and hurt yourself, yes I would say I do." Bulma giggled. She couldn't tell if that was supposed to be an insult to her or an actual answer. "Why? Do you feel that there is?" Bulma looked at him and lied.

"No. Just wondering." Vegeta rolled his eyes before they met hers.

"Cause I'll believe that. Right? Woman, you shouldn't worry about anything. I'm making sure everything is right and nothing is going to happen." She looked at him.

"I know you are." She replied and kissed his cheek. "Now, why don't you go over to Goku's? You haven't been over there in a while." Vegeta scoffed.

"And what makes you think I want to see that clown?"

"Because I know you all to well, and I know that it's killing you that you haven't gotten to spar for the past few weeks." She looked at him and smiled. He stared back in defeat. She caught him. He didn't know how, but she had caught him once again. She read him like a book. He couldn't quite figure it out, but she had always been able to tell exactly what he was thinking and feeling. Sometimes even before he did. This proved to be no different. He hadn't got to train with Goku for what was it? 2? 3 weeks? And boy, with all the stress Bulma and the baby had been putting on him, he really could use the time off. Plus, saiyan instincts were kicking in and he was itching to go spar. He grunted. Bulma giggled. "Go on. I'm fine. You said yourself that I shouldn't worry. That means that you shouldn't either." She cupped his face and placed a quick kiss on his lips. "Go." She said. Vegeta looked at her as he headed toward the exit. She waved slightly. His eyes didn't leave hers till he reached the door and walked out. She turned to face the TV screen again and sighed. Don't worry? She knew she shouldn't and had no reason to, but she still couldn't shake this feeling.

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