Love In A Day
Chapter: 10
Subtitle: Labor
Author: Trixie-chan
Genre: Romance/Humor
Disclaimer: Don't own it!

Bulma waddled from the stove to the table carrying, most likely, more than she should have been in her state. Normally, she hated being the one to prepare the meals like some housewife, but she had nothing better to do. She wouldn't deny it—these had been the most boring ten months of her life.

She smirked, though, gazing out towards the flashes and blurs in the endless training area. Having nothing better to do did have its advantages. *Vegeta,* she called mentally. *Food is ready.*

Yeah, was the quick response rumbling in her head. She could feel him speeding towards the living area. In the time that they had been there, trapped together in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, she could feel his presence like never before. Likely that also had something to do with the bond that had developed between the two. She placed her hand lovingly on her swollen belly as he swooped into the kitchen, immediately taking a seat and beginning to devour all that was on the table.

"Save some for me, you pig," she laughed, leaning down to kiss his sweaty cheek. She made a face at him. "You're gross."

He glared at her, his mouth stuffed with chicken and potatoes. Shove it, woman.

"Ya know," she commented, "I almost miss the days when a full mouth actually shut you up." He scoffed at her and continued eating. She smiled privately to herself. They had always been this way with each other, and they will always remain this way.

"So we still haven't decided on a name," Bulma mused aloud. "What if it's a boy? What do you think? How about a girl?" Vegeta didn't even deem it necessary to reply mentally, he just mumbled something with a full mouth. "I was thinking Trunks if it were a boy."

Vegeta stared at her while finishing is chewing. Once he swallowed, he finally said, "Are you serious? Trunks?"

Bulma blinked at him. "Yeah. What's wrong with that?"

"If you had thought this through at all," Vegeta explained, taking another bite of food, "you would have realized that his name would be Trunks Briefs. That's just redundant."

Bulma huffed and crossed her arms. "Well that's the name I like, and that's what I want to name him!"

Vegeta shrugged, his mouth still full of food. "Name the little brat whatever you want. Makes no difference to me."

Bulma nodded once, then paused. "Wait… you don't care what its name is?"

He shrugged again. "Why should I?"

"Because it's your child, Vegeta!"

"And your point is…?"

"My point," Bulma cried, "is that it is your child! You should show some sort of interest or caring!"

Vegeta shoved the last bit of his food into his mouth and stood up. "My father didn't give two shits about me until he was about to die. The only thing he cared about was that I bore his name." He made to leave to continue training, but Bulma grabbed his arm.

"This is not a Saiyan planet, Vegeta. We don't just birth our children and then send them off to alien planets to destroy. The good parents raise their children, love them, teach them, and try to KEEP them from danger. I intend to be one of those parents and I would expect—"

She caught her breath. Her hand dropped from his arm and onto her bulging stomach.

"Oh please, woman," Vegeta scoffed. "Stop with the dramatics."

Bulma glared at him through bared teeth. "This is not dramatics, jackass." She gestured to the floor beneath her and gasped, "What do you think that is?"

Vegeta eyed the puddle warily. "You piss yourself?"

"My water broke, you idiot!" she cried, her breath starting to come in short gasps in anticipation for what was to come. Vegeta eyed her as she grabbed at her swollen stomach, her face contorted in mild fear. "Quit staring at me and help me to the bed."

Vegeta rolled his eyes and easily scooped her up in his arms.

Even though the pain hadn't even begun to start, Bulma started to panic. She hadn't thought about this part yet—she was going to have to give birth in this room. No doctor. No epidural. Just… Vegeta. *Oh my god. This is gonna be horrible.*

"Relax woman. You'll be fine," Vegeta commented, dropping her off on the bedroom floor and retrieving blankets.

"What, like you've done this before?" she cried, panic lacing her voice as Vegeta entered the room and tossed the blankets on the floor next to her.

He shrugged. "Can't be that hard. You're not the first to go through it."

Bulma blanched. Then the pain started. the first to go through it."

Bulma blanched. Then the pain started.

Yeah, I don't really want to write a birthing scene… I don't know enough about it having never experienced it. Plus, not really something that's super exciting to write about since it generally lasts hours to a day. :P

Anyway, last chapter coming up next.

Trixie-chan