A/N: Gah, I know I promised the full chapter by this weekend. I wasn't able to get all of it done. Sorreh ;(

I did manage to get most of it done. This portion was supposed to be how I planned on starting out Chapter VI, and then I was going to cut it and go straight back to Goku and Chichi. Thanks to finals, that didn't happen. Gah. My last day is this Wednesday, and then I will have a month off~! Hopefully by then I can maybe finish this story. Bah, enough of this. Sorry for lying to you guys. Thanks for the support thus far. Hope you enjoy~

Chapter VI

The lights were off. That would be a normal thing if this had been any other normal residence in West City, though this wasn't. It was Capsule Corp. Capsule Corp hardly ever had every single light on the premises off, so when Vegeta landed and took note of this, he became concerned. Bulma had told him that nothing was wrong, though he had much reason to think otherwise. He peeked into the residential area of the complex. He couldn't see anything. Not even a shadow, or an outline of a piece of furniture in the living room. He walked back to the door and twisted the knob. The door cracked open; it wasn't even locked. Okay, now there was definitely reason to panic. He threw his keys and phone down on the side table next to the door and closed it, making sure to double lock it. Vegeta leaned against the door and closed his eyes, sensing the energy around the house. He should be able to spot anything that's off. He sensed Trunks' energy, as well as Kakarot's youngest offspring's. They were upstairs sleeping. Next was his in-laws, who also happened to be giving off the impression of sleep. Next was...Bulma..? Bulma's energy was...fused with another? Vegeta couldn't trace whose energy it was. He opened his eyes and saw a dim light coming out from what he assumed was the kitchen. He swallowed hard, clenched his fists, and began to approach the light.

This fucking bastard, Vegeta said in his mind. I swear, if she is harmed... He turned the corner and entered the kitchen, only to find Bulma sitting at the kitchen table holding a mug. Alone. He inspected the table further to find something white on the table. It looked like a pen of some sort. That's the only thing he could come up with. It was a funky looking pen, though.

Bulma looked up from her drink, and smiled at her husband. She motioned for him to take a seat across from her. She saw hesitation in his face, but he eventually complied. She pushed the "pen" toward him. Vegeta locked eyes with it. "Tell me what you see on that, Vegeta." Bulma took another sip from her mug. Vegeta's eyebrows knitted together at her words. He reached out to grab the "pen" by it's grooved end.

"Two lines. A blue one and a red one," Vegeta said, flatly. "This is a weird pen, you know."

Bulma chuckled slightly. "That's because it isn't pen."

Vegeta's eyes widened. "It...isn't?" Bulma shook her head. Vegeta looked back down at the white stick in his hands. "What the hell is it?"

"Well, do you sense anything different about me?"

"Wha-" Vegeta cut himself off. That energy from before... he said in his head once more. He read into Bulma once again. "Y... Yes. I do."

"You're a smart guy. Put the pieces together."

"Pieces..? What the hell are you talking about? What does this fucking stick have to do with any of this!?" He stood up suddenly. Bulma remained apathetic, sitting exactly as she had when he was sitting down. Vegeta's random outbursts of anger had become such a normal thing to her. It was as if she looked forward to them sometimes.

"You don't have a clue on what that even is, do you?" She motioned to the stick. Vegeta shook his head furiously.

"Why, should I!?"

"It would help. Especially in situations like this."

"Get to the fucking point already, will you?"

Bulma sighed. "So impatient!" She placed her mug down on the table and leaned back in her chair. "Here, I'll ask you this." Vegeta waited for her to continue, still standing. She motioned to the chair behind him. "You might want to sit down first." He sneered, but took a seat. He folded his hands on the table and waited for her question. "Thank you. Now, what is the only way in which I would be able to have two energies?"

"That's simple. One would be if you were to fuse with another person. The second would be if you were preg-" Vegeta cut himself off again. He looked down at the stick. Bulma leaned towards him.

"Only if I was what?" she pressed.

"Preg...nant." He stared at the white stick, eyes gaping. Pregnant..? Pregnant? Pregnant. The word repeated itself over and over in his mind. Vegeta couldn't understand why he was so shocked. It was logical. The two of them had sex frequently without any protection. They were married, for Kami's sake. There was no point to it. They'd never used protection to begin with, hence Trunks being born. Why was this coming as such a punch in the gut to him?

"Right," said Bulma, stopping Vegeta's critical thinking. Vegeta slowly dragged his eyes from the stick in his hands to his wife's face. It was so blank. It scared her a little. She panicked. "Listen, I can get rid of it..! We don't need to have it..!" The last thing she needed was Vegeta blowing himself up again and taking the whole Capsule Corporation complex with him. Apparently her last statements did more harm than good.

"Get rid of it..? You mean to terminate my child!?" Bulma held her head.

"This is why I waited to tell you." Vegeta shot up from his seat again.

"WAIT!? YOU WAITED TO TELL ME!?" He grabbed onto the table with so much force that he tore right through it, creating two semi-circle indents in the circular table.

"WILL YOU SIT THE FUCK DOWN, YOU TYRANT!?"

"NO!" Vegeta swung his fist against the wall. Well, through the wall, actually.

"STOP WRECKING MY HOUSE!" Bulma screamed in response.

"DON'T DO ANYTHING TO MY CHILD AND I WILL!"

"FINE!"

"GOOD." Vegeta sat back down with a heavy thud. He stared his wife in the eyes. "...Now what?" Bulma blinked. She shrugged her shoulders and picked her drink back up, taking a sip. Vegeta knew he was crazy for suggesting this, but he tried his hand at it anyway. "...How about a celebration round?" Bulma stopped drinking and choked a bit. She placed the mug back down and beat on her chest.

"...I can't believe you," she said as she rubbed her chest. "Did you seriously just suggest sex?" Vegeta nodded innocently. She really couldn't believe it. How could he be aroused when he was just nearly ready to blow the whole fucking goddamned house up? She saw him smirk.

"Sure. I mean, you get awfully tight when you're pregnant." Then she saw him smile, and Bulma swore she saw what looked like a faint blush on his cheeks. "At least with Trunks you did." Bulma just stared at the man across from her. She should have walked away then. "I didn't get to fully enjoy it last time. I'm not fucking missing a second of it this time around."

With that, Bulma just let her forehead meet with the table.

A/N: Happy Holidays!