Thank you for reading and reviewing again. I'm glad that everyone things I am keeping Vegeta balanced and in character. Unfortunately at the end of this chapter, I think I might have lost that. It was incredibly difficult to write the end of this chapter and I'm sorry if it disappoints any of my reader who have followed closely. But this chapter did end up a lot longer and I stayed up a lot long than I should have for having to go to work in the morning but I just can't seem to stop writing. Anywho...enough of the babble, here is the next chapter.
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Vegeta walked into the bathroom and the first thing he noticed was the smell. 'No I must still have that idiot's stench stuck in my nose from our spar. After my shower I won't smell his degrading stench and I can forget about everything from today.' The other smell was from Bulma, he loved the smell of her. It aroused him to no end and the sooner he took his shower the sooner that will be the only thing he would be able to smell. He climbed in the shower and just stood there letting the water hit him from every direction and it felt amazing. He finished up his shower after standing in it for about a half hour. He stepped out and wrapped his towel around his waist. As he went to walk across the room he hit the scent again. "WOMAN!" he screamed at the top of his lungs which caused the whole side of the house to shake.
The intercom sounded, "What is it Vegeta?"
He was irritated that she didn't come up to the room but then again he figured that she might be on the other side of the building. He walked over to the intercom and pushed the button, "I demand you come up here now!"
"Vegeta, I can't come up there right now. I'm really busy, what's the matter hun?"
"Where are you?" He said with a little easier voice. He didn't want to over react because he could tell that Bulma was hiding something and he wanted to know what that was too.
"I'm…meet me in the living room Vegeta."
Moments later they were both in the living room. Vegeta was just looking at Bulma who had hands on her hips with a look of "what do you want? I'm busy". He half forgot what he wanted to speak to her about. She was so gorgeous, and he just wanted to wrap her in his arms and kiss her. She smelt so good and she was wearing the earring that he bought for her, which meant something was up.
"What did you need me for Vegeta? I'm super busy right now."
Vegeta snapped out of it and looked her in the eyes to know that he wouldn't get distracted by her looks. "Was Kakorot here?"
Bulma blinked a couple times "Yes, he came by for just a moment. Why do you ask?"
"Why was that bastard in the bathroom? Did he think that he could beat me today and then insult me by going in my living quarters?" Vegeta said still looking at Bulma's eyes.
"He pulled his stupid instant transmission trick and it caused him to show up in the bathroom because that's where I was. Don't worry I threatened him to never do that again."
"That's the last straw! I can't stand that low level idiot! I'm going over to his house and beating the shit out of him right now!"
Vegeta turned around to leave but Bulma caught his arm. "Please sweety can you wait to do that till another time?"
He ripped his arm free of her grasp. "I can go do what I want to do. Aren't you busy anyways, why would you want me to stay around if you are so busy you wouldn't even meet me up in the bedroom?"
For the first time she looked down at the floor, "That's because, well, I can't say. But I have time for you now, and I was really looking forward to you coming home."
"You're up to something aren't you? You better not be having some kind of surprise party for me or something. You know I hate being around a bunch of what you call friends."
She snapped her eye contact up to him instantly 'How the hell does he always know what I'm up to?' "Why would you say that Vegeta?" She asked as she crossed her arms.
"You don't wear those earrings unless it's a special occasion. And you gave me my anniversary gift early meaning you are planning something behind my back and you know I don't like that." Vegeta said confidently and waited for her response.
"You are such a jerk! You can go take care of your big macho show if you want! I can't believe you have to act like this, you know that I don't do surprise parties for you anymore. And excuse me for wanting to be sweet and set up a nice little dinner for you and I!" Tears began to swell up in her eyes while she stared at Vegeta with great hate at this moment.
For one of the very few times in his life he didn't know what to say, he stood there looking at his beautiful wife as she began to cry out of hatred. Her mood had changed so drastically. It changed faster than he could change his mood. He rethought everything that just happened and he didn't see where he made the mistake to make her snap like that. "Bulma, I'm sorry" He didn't know what else to say.
This made Bulma cry even more though and between her hiccups she mumbled something that didn't even make any sense to Vegeta's sensitive ears, "I…am….just….tell…dinner…special." Were the only words he could pick up out of her crying. He approached her and she smacked his hand away and ran off in the direction of her parent's side of the building.
"What the hell?" Was all Vegeta said before Bulma had disappeared from his sight. He was confused by too many things all at once. Wasn't he supposed to be the mad one? And what made her go crazy like that? They weren't even fighting. And what was that weird surge of energy he felt from her when she smacked his hand away? None of this made sense. Then his stomach growled and he smelt the food that was cooking in a different area of the house. 'Damn I wish she gets over this quickly because I just want to go eat.'
Not knowing what to do now he decided to go back up to his room. He had quickly thrown on some pants but he wanted to be in something nicer. Maybe if she came back around, him being dressed up would help. He walked down the hallway and went up the stairs and into the upstairs hallway. He heard Trunks screaming in his room so he decided to just go in.
"What are you yelling about boy?"
With a quick shove, he pushed his new invention under the pile of random junk he had sitting on his table and turned around. "Hi dad, I cut my finger on my thing over here. I'm sorry I'll try to keep it down."
"Good job at being clumsy like your mother. How badly did you cut yourself?"
Trunks laughed "It's really nothing dad. You've messed me up worse while training. This was just a simple cut to the finger."
"If it was nothing, then why did you yell?" Vegeta said as he moved out of the door way and into Trunks' room. He had a giant flat screen television on his one wall, and all his video games systems hooked up to it. His bed, which was neatly made, was up over in the one corner with a set up like a tent around it. It was Trunks' newest set up he did himself. The corner that Trunks was in had a table with a bunch of mechanical looking things on it and a couple drops of blood. The wall next to his bed had a door connected to it that led into Trunks' second room. It was a lot smaller and had some training supplies in it.
Vegeta went over to the table and sat down at one of the chairs. "So what were you working on?"
Trunks just looked at his father, he really didn't want to answer. He knew this was going to ruin everything and he promised his mother that he would not ruin her surprise. "Well its nothing now, I can't seem to make it make sense." He said as he lifted the machine out of the mess.
Vegeta looked at it and raised an eyebrow. He had no idea what it was supposed to be, but apparently he wasn't quite as smart as his mother. At least when she started something, it somewhat looked like what she said it was supposed to be. Then again, Trunks had never stated what it was he was making.
The two sat there in silence for a few moments, they really didn't talk too much. Usually they were training together and they didn't talk unless it was Vegeta provoking or correcting Trunks. A few more minutes passed and finally Trunks couldn't take it anymore. "Um dad, did you happen to run into mom? I think she was looking for you earlier."
"Yes and then she went pysco and stormed off from me. I don't get what is up with her."
Trunks came up with an idea "What if I went down and talked to her? Then maybe things will be okay."
Vegeta just grunted, which gave Trunks the go ahead. So without hesitation Trunks was off to find his mother. He could sense her ki in the other side of the house.
On the other side of the house, Bulma had found her mom and was bawling into her shoulder. "I just don't understand mom, I just wanted to have a nice night with him and tell him our good news and he goes and has to be a dick and say that he wants to go beat up Goku." She stopped to blow her nose. "It's just not fair mom."
"Oh hunny, I don't think he meant anything bad by his actions. He did have a bad day and coming home to finding Goku's smell in his bathroom could be very upsetting." Mrs. Briefs said as she rubbed Bulma's back. "I think you should wipe up your face and go find Vegeta. You two can still have your nice evening still. Its early sweety, you should go for it.
Bulma stayed on her shoulder, just enjoying the comfort from her mother. It made her feel better to have her mom holding her like that, and she didn't care how old she was. At this moment, Trunks came walking into the room. "Hi grandma, hi mom. I was wondering why you weren't telling dad about the baby? He's up in my room asking me what I'm doing and it's kind of weird."
With this comment Bulma started crying again. Trunks looked up at his grandmother waiting for a reason why his mother was crying because of what he said. It didn't make any sense. So he decided that he would add, "Dad really seems like its bothering him that you left him earlier and I know he is hungry."
"See hun you should go find your man and give him his surprise."
Bulma hiccupped a little more and then wiped her eyes. She looked at her son and then at her mother. They were both smiling at her and so she decided that everything was still on. "Okay, I'll go freshen myself up. Trunks could you go get your father and have him meet me in the garden?"
"Sure mom, I can do that." And with that, Trunks was gone.
"Mom, do you think you could let the cooks know that I'll be there in about 15 minutes." She hugged her mom and went to the bathroom.
Her face was a complete mess. She took one of the wipes inside the small bathroom and cleaned her face off. Luckily she kept a spare kit of makeup in the cabinet that allows her for a quick fix if something happens in the other areas of the house. After a few moments, she had gotten her makeup perfect and she was in a pretty good mood. Walking out of the bathroom, she ran into Vegeta.
"Oh, hello Vegeta. I thought I told Trunks to tell you to meet me in the garden?" She looked him over, and she couldn't believe what she saw. He was cleaned up and was wearing some of the dress clothes she had bought him that were collecting dust in the closet. "You look real good Vegeta" She said with a smile.
"Well I came to find you before I ran into our son, and he told me you were in here but you wanted me in the garden. I figured I could surprise you and meet you here." Vegeta stood very still looking at his wife, hoping that this would make her happy.
"Vegeta you are just so amazing." She jumped into his chest and wrapped her arms around her neck. "You are so wonderful, do you think you could wait for me in the room over there until I come get you. It'll probably only take a few minutes. I just need to finish getting ready."
"I think you look perfect to me. But I will do as you please" Vegeta said as he turned and walked away.
Bulma just stood there and looked at him walk away, she was completely confused on his actions. He never acted like that to her and he really never wore those kinds of clothing, unless it was something special or she forced him. She shook her head to get past his behavior, she had to go back to focusing on this project. She truly wanted this to go perfectly. 'I'm very glad that he did not understand me earlier when I was crying, or maybe he did and that is why he is acting like this. Oh now what if he knows?' She ran to meet her mother in the kitchen attached to the indoor garden.
It took only about five minutes to make sure everything was perfect, but to Vegeta in the other room it felt like an eternity. He tried to look at the books in the library but nothing caught his interest. They were walls of books everywhere, but all of them were about mechanics or mathematics, none of which he understood. He walked up and down the little halls of shelves and looked over the books. He reached the little area where Bulma would always bring Trunks to when he was younger. She had painted one corner of the room in bright irritating colors to him and put bugs and animals on the walls. She also had a little table and some bean bag chairs for them to sit in and read.
Vegeta remembered the one time that Bulma had to go on a trip overnight for two nights for Capsule Corp and he was in charge of the little three year old Trunks. He really wasn't very fond of the boy at the time but he did have a responsibility to watch him while his mother was gone. It was in the middle of the day, around 1-ish, and Trunks walked up to him with a book.
"Daddy, can you pwease read me this book?" Trunks said with a cute smile and held it up over his head.
"No." Vegeta said not even looking down at Trunks.
"But Daddy," Trunks said as he grabbed Vegeta's pant leg, "Mama always weads me a book before I take my nappy. I pwomise that I won't bother you until dinner time. Grandma already gave me my yummy lunch."
"No. Go ask your Grandmother to read to you." The coldness grew in his voice.
"But she went away to go to the store. You're the only one here with me." Trunks turned around and walked away. A little tear rolled down his cheek that Vegeta just so happened to look over and see fall.
He kicked himself slightly but he didn't want the boy to start crying or anything so he laid his newspaper down and got up from the couch. "Give me the book son, and sit down on the little couch over there." Trunks turned around and looked at him but he still seemed sad. Those eyes just pierced through Vegeta and he didn't know why. Crouching down to an even level, "What is it?"
"Mommy always reads to be in the li-li-liberary."
"In the what?"
"The room with all the books in it. I sit in there and read when she does her big people reading. Here I will show you the liberary." Trunks reached out and grabbed Vegeta's two fingers and started to walk.
Vegeta had never been to this room before, it was back by the garden and the labs, so of course he wouldn't come this way. They stopped at the door and Trunks just looked at it so Vegeta reached for the nob and turned it.
"My spot is over here daddy, look. See mommy made it just for me. I always take my nappy in here because it is quite and she says it is closer to her than my room. She told me she likes me to be close." He said with a giant smile on his face. "And this bean bag chair," He picked it up even though it was bigger than him, "is for you to sit in. And that one is mine cause it is a small one and I am small." And then he jumped into the chair.
"Do I have to sit in that obsurd chair?"
"Mama does so I think you have to too." Trunks replied.
Sighing, Vegeta felt as if he didn't have a choice. He read the book that Trunks had handed to him and by time he was done, Trunks was curled up in a ball in the chair. Vegeta just looked at him for a few moments and then decided that he would take nap as well. He didn't want to leave the child in the room alone and he didn't have anything to read so he just leaned back and fell into a light sleep so he could tell when Trunks woke up.
He laughed at the thought of that memory, and the fact that he actually still had that memory. He wasn't the best dad to Trunks back then yet Trunks never hated him. Trunks always had the greatest respect and loved him so much. The more he thought about it, it kind of confused him. Maybe it was because they had explained to Trunks what his past was like, everything he had gone through. They had the talk after everything had calmed down from the Buu incident.
Trunks was very confused on what had happened and so Bulma and Vegeta found it prudent to explain. It actually turned into a month project because Trunks kept coming back with questions or different information from Goten. Those two couldn't keep a secret or thought away from the other if their life depended on it. So Goten would as Trunks what he was thinking about and he would spill it and then Goten would mention something his father told him and in return Trunks would bring it up at dinner. Causing this long drawn out conversation that actually turned out for the better. Everyone seemed closer and there really weren't any secrets among the three of them about many of the past and why things were the way they were.
Bulma walked into the library thinking that Vegeta would be standing right by the door waiting for her but that wasn't the case. She saw him standing at the children's section staring at the table and bean bag chairs. She smiled to herself and walked up to him and grabbed his arm. Again he felt a strange surge come from her when she touched his arm. 'What is going on?' He thought. Talking softly she asked "Watcha thinking about?"
Vegeta shook his head "Nothing, just a memory of Trunks when he was younger. Are you ready now?"
"Yes, I'm sorry it I wasn't ready when you came down." Bulma took Vegeta's hand and they walked out of the library and towards the garden.
When the doors opened it revealed the garden decorated with lights all over. There was a path of lights on the ground that made a path to the center and had a giant glass table full of food. Soft music was playing in the back round and the main lights were turned off. The venue was set up so beautifully, like a romantic get away from the normal life. The giant trees above had very soft slow flickering lights that made them seem like they were home to a million fireflies. The smell of the food was filling the whole area up.
As Vegeta started to walk closer, he got hungrier and hungrier. Bulma laughed because she could hear his stomach growl at him. He looked at her and rolled his eyes but that just made her laugh a little more. Approaching the table, Vegeta noticed that everything was cut up into little bites or were very small pieces. He was completely confused and instantly thought that it was going to turn into a social event. Usually finger foods were for parties so if that happened she would have to pay for tricking him into it.
Vegeta sat down on the end of the table as per normal and this time Bulma sat next to him in a chair. He was happy that he didn't see any other chairs which meant it really was going to be just the two of them eating tonight, but he still did not know what the occasion was.
They sat in silence and ate their dinner. Vegeta wanted to ask what was with all the food being cut up into baby pieces but he didn't bother asking. That was until the dessert came out and it too was in tiny serving. "Bulma, why is everything is such little pieces or serving? We aren't children, we can cut up our own food. I had baby peas, baby carrots, all of the meat was cut into pieces, just everything is tiny. Why?"
Bulma didn't know how to answer it, she had made sure she set everything up so it was romantic but she really hadn't thought of the words to say to him. Her face went all red and she looked down at her plate. 'I don't know how to say it to him. What am I going to do?'
Vegeta was still staring at her and noticed that she was really nervous to say something, which got him really nervous as well. Because whenever she got nervous she would just blurt things out and they never meant anything good for him. He decided to snap her out of her trance and get her blurting over with. "Woman! I asked you a question."
"I know Vegeta but I really don't know why it's like that." She lied but never looked up from her plate. "I think I need to walk around a little bit, would you join me please."
The both stood up and started to walk to the back of the garden. 'Just tell him, get it over with. I already ruined it by not doing what I thought I'd have the guts to do. Damn-it Bulma, talk!' She thought to herself. So she decided to start the conversation with Trunks.
"I can't believe how old Trunks is already. It's kind of sad how quickly he has grown." Vegeta really didn't have anything to say so he stayed silent. "I was just thinking about when he was a baby, and how it would have been different if you and I had actually gotten along better back then." Still nothing came from Vegeta so she continued. "Well what would you think if I said I wanted to have another one of your children?"
Vegeta stopped dead in his tracks, he still didn't know what to say but he said it anyways. "I don't think we should have another. I mean we did have a lot of trouble with Trunks, let's be happy we got through him."
Now it was Bulma's turn to stop and looked stunned. That's not what she wanted to hear, so she tried a different approach, "Vegeta," she turned and looked at him in the eyes, "what would you say if I said, Vegeta I'm pregnant."
'That's what those energy burst were, they were supposed to be hints from her body saying she's pregnant.' Vegeta looked at Bulma, "is that why you've been waking me up in the morning to puke? Because there's another little one on the way?"
Bulma shook her head yes. "I'm about six or seven weeks in. That's what the doctor told me." She looked at Vegeta waiting for his true response but he never gave any signs of any kind of feeling.
"Have you told our son that there is going to be another birth into this family?"
"Yes I told him earlier today. He seemed pretty excited and said that he knew it was going to be a brother because all three children coming from the last two saiyans have been boys." Bulma giggled.
"But of course it is going to be a male. Why would I reproduce a woman? I am a prince and creating a heir is necessary." He said proudly causing Bulma to roll her eyes.
She looked at Vegeta and knew that he wasn't showing his true feelings on the subject. But she knew it would show. It had to this time around. Times were different, they were different, life in general was all different.
They didn't talk much more for the rest of the evening. They even went to bed in silence. They had both said goodnight to Trunks and made sure he was in bed at a decent time. Trunks looked at his father to see if there was any sign of what his emotion might be about another child but nothing showed. He knew that's how it was going to be, can't expect too much from dad.
They laid in bed for a while, Vegeta was holding Bulma from behind and his hand almost magnetically pulled to her stomach where his next child was growing. 'I can't believe that we are going to have another child. It seems almost unreal but at the same time, if feels right. I think maybe I am truly happy with something that unexpectedly jumped into my life. Everything else seemed to control or move my life in a way I didn't want to go but not this time. Just another little one to train and teach of the saiyan race. This child I promise I will protect.' And with that final thought and vow he fell asleep.