Love In A Day
Chapter: 11
Subtitle: Exiting the Room
Author: Trixie-chan
Genre: Romance/Humor
Disclaimer: Don't own it!

Chichi sat next to the door, knees pulled up to her chest, lightly rocking and muttering to herself. Goku hovered by her, his face contorted in worry.

"Chichi… You need to relax. Everything will be fine," he said soothingly.

"No…" she mumbled. "No… My friend will be dead… And I can't kill Vegeta in retribution…"

Goku sighed. He knew Bulma wasn't dead—far from it, actually. He had an idea of what would be going on in there. He saw more than people thought. He looked up at the clock above the door.

"Guess we'll find out in a minute," he said, patting Chichi on the head lovingly. She turned her zombie eyes to the clock above the door and stared at it for the 60-second count down.

A small chime sounded.

As if in defiance of her previous 24-hour meltdown, Chichi leapt to her feet in an unexpected burst of energy as she heard the door unlock. She starred, barely blinking, waiting for the door to open.

Her breath caught in her throat as she heard the handle move and watched it open slightly. She saw a flash of blue as Bulma's head turned to look back before exiting the door and let a squeal break through. She wasn't dead! She was about to run forward into her friend's arms when Bulma finally cleared the doorway.

Holding a little baby in her arms. Chichi's jaw dropped to the ground. Goku laughed out loud and shook his head. He had pretty much expected something like this. No contraceptive in the chamber, and he knew they wouldn't be able to resist each other in such close quarters for that long. They were like each others' gravitational pulls.

"Hey guys!" Bulma called, walking over to them. She looked back at Vegeta and locked eyes for a split second before he huffed and shot off into the sky. She couldn't help the smirk that spread across her lips when she turned back to face Chichi. Her face was still dumbfounded.

"Say hi to Trunks."

Bulma walked into the house tiredly. It had been a long day. After spending a small amount of time outside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber with Chichi and Goku fawning over Trunks, Chichi excitedly suggested shopping. Bulma was just as excited because she had completely forgotten that she had absolutely nothing for a child anywhere in her house (every piece of anything that she had as a child was either dismantled for parts or given away).

Goku brought them to a store to buy a child seat and then back to Capsule Corp to show Bulma's parents their new grand-baby. After an hour of that fiasco, she and Chichi headed out for a day's worth of baby shopping to fully stock the house. She even hired a moving van and crew to help transport and unload all of their purchases while they continued to shop.

When they thought they finally had enough (for now), they met up with everyone at Master Roshi's house where they ended up spending the rest of the day and part of the night.

She hadn't seen nor heard from Vegeta since they split after leaving the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.

She heaved a deep sigh as she pushed sleeping Trunks into the house. She heard the sounds of her mother humming from the kitchen and followed the smells of her cooking.

"Hey mom," she said lifelessly as she entered the room.

"Oh my little girl and her little man!" Mrs. Briefs squealed hopping over to Bulma.

"Mom!" Bulma hissed. "Quiet! He's asleep." Her mother giggled quietly and continued to hover.

Bulma drifted over to the counter and popped a freshly made pastry into her mouth. "Can you watch him for a while, mom? I have to go set everything up I got. It might be a while…"

"No need," her father said as he entered the room wiping his hands on a towel. He smelled of oil and smoke—obviously he had just come from his work shop.

"You took care of it?" Bulma's face lit up at the prospect of being able to fall into bed many hours sooner than planned. When her father shook his head, her face fell slightly before twisting into confusion.

"I tried, but he wouldn't let me anywhere near the stuff. He took care of it all," he explained.

Bulma felt like she had been hit by a train. "Ve… Vegeta?" Her father just nodded, took a pastry with his still-greasy hand, and headed back to his shop.

*Vegeta?* she thought tentatively. No response. The sound of her mother cooing softly to Trunks snapped her out of her trance.

"I should probably take him up to bed now, mom. Since my job has apparently been done for me…"

"Okay, honey! We will see you in the morning," she called cheerfully as Bulma headed toward the stairs. She picked the still-sleeping Trunks out of the stroller and carefully cradled him in her arms. She started tentatively up the stairs, slightly afraid of what destruction she was bound to find.

Luckily, the room she wanted for him was the obvious choice as there was an empty room right across the hall from hers. She took a deep, nervous breath before slowly opening the door to Trunks' new bedroom.

That nervous breath caught in her throat.

In the far corner diagonally from the door was the crib, a toy chest in the other corner across from the door, and a rocker was next to the crib. The baby swing was next to the toy chest, and on the other side of the rocker was a small end table. In the third corner was a large dresser next to the closet on that wall. The centerpiece, though, was the huge, oval area rug in the center of the room that depicted many baby animals.

Even though she knew all of these items because she had bought them all that day, it was something else entirely to see the whole room set up in all its splendor just waiting for her and Trunks.

"Oh my god…" she breathed, pulling herself slowly into the room and crossing over to the crib. She set Trunks softly into the crib and covered him with the blanket lying in there. She noticed the baby monitor hanging from a rung on the top of the crib and smiled to herself, disbelieving.

The door softly closed. Bulma jumped and whipped her head around.

Vegeta was leaning against the door eyeing her silently with his arms crossed over his chest.

"You did this…?" Bulma questioned breathlessly. Vegeta shrugged and looked away. She drifted over to the dresser and opened the drawers to find a good amount of the assorted clothes lying there—folded, even. Then she went to the closet and opened it to find the rest of the clothes all hung up on the small hangers. She felt her eyes prick with moisture. Blinking away the oncoming tears, she ventured over to the toy box. Inside there was a veritable gold mine of toys she had purchased that would make even the most spoiled child drool with envy.

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she looked up at Vegeta. "You did this?" she repeated.

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Keep yourself together, woman. I don't need you crying on me while I fuck you beyond belief tonight."

Bulma couldn't help the choked laugh that escaped her throat. She stood up and crossed over to him with a smile on her face. She put her arms around his neck and whispered, "I love you."

He responded by dropping his head to touch his lips to hers.

*You're just lucky I set the crib up on the opposite side of the room from the bed in yours,* Vegeta though to her. *Wouldn't want to traumatize the little brat more than he already will be with you as a mother.*

Before she could even throw at coherent thought back at him, he scooped her up and carried her out of the room.

~*~ The End ~*~

Well, that's it! Took long enough. Even though it was off of for the longest time. Oh well, it's on now. It's on and it's finished. :) I now no longer have any unfinished fanfics! Hurrah and huzzah!

Who knows? I may write another fanfic at some point—I've started reading some lately, and it makes me consider writing. I will, however, probably not post them until I have finished them as I just don't trust myself. :P

Anyway! Hope ya liked! Not my best fic, but it's finished, so I'm happy. :)

Trixie-chan