Chapter 2
Bulma Brief was a woman who, though insanely rich, enjoyed the simpler things in life.
One of her favorite things: a nice hot bubble bath.
She lay there soaking in the warm, lather, thinking over the day's events. The American Corporation had agreed to provide the alloy, but their price was a little to high for Bulma. However, this did not get her down, on the contrary, it raised her spirits. This meant that she would be able to haggle and show them just what it meant to tangle with Bulma Brief.
'This must be how Vegeta feels right before he goes into battle.' She chuckled to herself. She was thankful for having something that she could share with her otherwise unapproachable husband. She couldn't wait until she got home to tell him about it.
She continued to sink lower into the luxurious bath water when she heard the phone in her hotel room ringing. She debated whether or not to let it ring, of course the front desk would take a message for her.
But she received this nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach, like something was wrong. So, she followed her instinct and rushed out of the tub to answer the phone.
"Bulma Brief speaking." She pleasantly spoke into the receiver.
"Woman! What took you so long to answer?!" Vegeta boomed back to her.
Thankful that it was Vegeta, she assumed that he was just calling about the GR needing repairs. There was no emergency.
"Oh, my day was great, thank you for asking Vegeta. And it's so sweet of you to call me, just to say you love me. You are so considerate." She spoke every word dripping with disdain.
"Woman, there's no time for your attitude right now. I have a crisis here and you will come home immediately to deal with it!" Vegeta demanded.
"What's the crisis?" Bulma began to worry a little bit.
"Your daughter, she, um, well, she got sent home from school." Vegeta answered, hoping this would be all the explanation he would have to give. He really didn't want to repeat this out loud.
"Well, what for?" Bulma asked.
Vegeta slapped his forehead. He should have known. "She's ill. Very ill. And I don't know anything of your Earthling healing customs. So you will have to come home!" Vegeta partially lied.
"What does she have?" Bulma asked, now scared to death.
At this time, Bra was growing impatient with her father's fibbing and dancing around the subject. She wanted this taken care of, and she wanted it taken care of now! She snatched the phone away from Vegeta.
"Mother, hello, it's me, Bra." Bra spoke to Bulma, very calmly to keep her from being as upset as Vegeta had undoubtedly made her.
"Honey, what's wrong? Your father has me worried sick." Bulma told her child.
"Oh, don't worry, mom. Dad's just being over dramatic. I'm fine. I just got my first period today." Bra informed her.
"Oh, Bra, that's terrific. You are becoming a young woman. I'll have a nice long talk with you when I get home, but for now, we are going to have to improvise. Will you give your daddy back the phone?" Bulma asked her.
Bra handed the receiver back to Vegeta.
"So, what time can I expect you tonight, woman?" Vegeta barked.
"Vegeta, I hate to break it to you, but this is not an emergency, so I am staying right here. This is natural and since you are Bra's parent as well, and the only one present, you are going to have to take charge on this one." Bulma scolded him.
"Woman, are you insane?! I don't know the first thing about this. All I know is that when you miss it, it means another brat. And when you have it, it means you are a bitch." Vegeta scrunched his face as what he just said registered.
He looked at his daughter. It was then that he realized how much she looked like Bulma. 'Great, now there's going to be two of them.' He thought to himself.
Bulma, after hearing what Vegeta had just told her, decided he was not the best person to explain this to Bra. She had thought of sending him to Chi Chi's, but that would be an unpleasant experience for all parties involved.
"Fine, Vegeta. You don't have to tell her anything. But she will have questions. So here's what you do. Take her to see my gynecologist, Dr. Matthews. She will be able to explain everything to the both of you." Bulma instructed.
"What in the blazes do you mean, the both of us, woman? I'm pretty sure this is never going to happen to me. Why do I have to hear about it?" Vegeta asked.
"Because, Vegeta, you need to know what's going on with your daughter. She will still probably need someone to talk to after the visit, and I won't be home. Besides, it will be a good bonding experience for the two of you. You want to be her protector, right? You swore you would do anything for her? Well, here's your chance to prove it." Bulma teased.
Vegeta grunted in defeat. "Fine, have it your way, woman! But don't bitch at me if we both come out of this scarred for life!" Vegeta slammed the phone down on the cradle.
"So what do we do now, daddy?" Bra asked, with her lower lip quivering.
"Looks like we are going to the doctor, Bra." Vegeta answered.
Vegeta flew over West City, with his daughter in his arms. He remembered back to the days when she was a small child and he used to do this just to entertain her.
Ah, those were the days. Everything wasn't so complicated with Bra. He just had to be her big strong daddy, and she would smile and giggle. How he loved it when she smiled and giggled.
Now, there was no more little baby that was delighted in her daddy's impressive strength. Now, he held this, uh, woman, who sobbed, and liked boys, and yelled, and bled.
'Why me?' Vegeta thought to himself. Oh, if only his fallen Saiyan brethren could see him now. His father in particular would be rolling over in his grave at his son's apparent fear in raising a daughter.
They reached the doctor's office quickly. Vegeta had taken Bulma there a couple of times for prenatal exams when she was pregnant with Bra.
He was relieved that the doctor was a female. He was pretty sure that if another male had seen his woman that intimately, well, let's just say, there would be one less doctor in West City.
He was even more relieved now since Bra would be needing the same kind of attention. Had it been a male looking at places that he would rather believe his daughter didn't have, well, there would have been one less doctor's office in West City.
He lowered the two of them to the ground and walked into the small building.
While waiting to see the Dr., Vegeta was struggling with the task of filling out the various forms. Bulma had always taken care of that. He felt a little embarrassed at not knowing what seemed to be simple facts about his offspring, so he decided to let her fill it out.
His cover: "The Prince of all Saiyans doesn't fill out paperwork." That would work.
Bra scribble furiously as they both sat in anticipation.