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Like Clockwork (365 Days)

Day 003: Bloated

Bulma felt like she was going to die from how uncomfortable she was. Being nine months pregnant was a real pain in her ass, and she had sworn that there was no way she could get any more uncomfortable when she was eight months pregnant. She was sincerely hoping that her child would decide to show up sooner rather than later, because she wasn't sure how much more she could take of this. The past nine months had been annoying and amazing all at once, and Bulma knew part of that was because her hormones were all over the place. One second she couldn't stop crying because of how uncomfortable she was, and the next second she was laughing through her tears because she couldn't wait to meet her baby.

Her mother had been as helpful as she could, and Chi-Chi had been more than accommodating to Bulma considering she had been through this before. Bulma wondered how Chi-Chi put up with her considering how many times the blue haired woman had to call with a question of some sort. It didn't help that Vegeta was avoiding her at all cost, only checking up on her from a distance. Apparently Vegeta could feel their child's health and strength with his senses, and so he didn't need to be anywhere near Bulma. The heiress was actually pretty sure that Vegeta didn't want to be anywhere near her, for that matter. He seemed distant lately, and Bulma wasn't sure why. It could be because of the pregnancy, and Vegeta questioning what to do with himself now. It could be because of his training. Bulma honestly wasn't sure and didn't have the time or strength to try and figure it out.

"Bulma, you're going to pop. Like a balloon," Goku told her, a huge grin plastered on his face. Bulma had been looking at that grin since they were children, and had grown very used to its infectiousness. She smiled back and nodded, placing a hand over her very swollen baby.

"Tell me something I don't know," Bulma sighed, picking up the glass of tea next to her and taking a sip. No matter what she did, she couldn't get enough to eat or drink, and she blamed the demi-Saiyan in her womb. Goku had decided to drop by to see how she was doing, knowing she was really close to her due date. Chi-Chi had also insisted that he drop by, since she was too busy with Gohan, cleaning, and cooking to stop by herself. And so Bunny had prepared a feast for everyone to enjoy in the backyard, which Vegeta only stopped by for a little while to eat, and then promptly left again after insulting Goku a few times.

"Seriously though, how is Vegeta handling all this?" Goku asked, raising an eyebrow towards the Gravity Chamber, which was currently in use again. Bulma relaxed into her seat and thought about it, not really sure how to answer.

"I'm honestly not sure. Sometimes he seems fine with it. Sometimes he's just angry. Other times he just doesn't seem to care. And I can't tell if any of those emotions is directed towards the baby, or me or if it's with himself. He hasn't really come near me after I hit month three," Bulma explained, taking in Goku's thoughtful expression. Goku always acted a little funny whenever Vegeta and herself were brought up together, and when asked about it, he always blew it off like he didn't really care. Bulma knew him well enough to know something was up, but she also knew him well enough to know that whatever it was, he couldn't tell them and that was fine with her.

"He's always been a bit difficult to read," Goku admitted, thinking back to all of his encounters with the prince. "Doesn't help that he's always so angry." Goku laughed and shook his head; thinking back on it now, there really wasn't a time when Vegeta wasn't angry with him in one way or another. "That guy really hates me."

"I don't buy it," Bulma said stubbornly, pursing her lips. "Vegeta is very competitive, and I think that he believes it's his right to be stronger than you and it bothers him that he's not. But I don't think its hate."

"I don't care anyways," Goku said, shaking his head and shrugging. "If he needs to hate me, then I'll let him," he explained with a cheeky grin, laying on his back and placing his hands behind his head. "I'm glad he has you, though." Bulma narrowed her eyes at Goku, wondering he could mean by that. Goku noticed her quietness and looked at her expression, his face suddenly looking rather innocent. "What? I just mean that it's good that he's not so alone! What's that look for?" he asked with a laugh. Bulma shook her head and chuckled a little to herself.

"You know very well what it's for, Son Goku," she said quietly. "But it doesn't matter. I'm glad he's here," she continued, rubbing her belly for a moment with a soft smile. "And I'm glad we have each other, even if he's a little less than receptive of the idea himself."

"You're going to be a great mother, Bulma," Goku assured her, watching, as she seemed to hunch herself protectively over her baby without realizing it. He saw the same thing with his own wife, and he could see a similar look in Bulma's face. The two sat in comfortable silence for a while as the sun began to set, and eventually Goku stood up and stretched, a huge yawn bellowing from his throat. "Well, I better get going. Here, let me help you up," he offered, holding out his hands to Bulma, who took them in thanks. With a struggled grunt, Bulma made it to her feet and shook her head.

"You know what I hate about being pregnant?" Bulma asked her long time friend. Goku cocked his head to the side and blinked a few times. "I feel so fat. I don't like feeling fat, Goku," she said, earning a laugh from the Saiyan.

"Pregnancy makes a woman pretty, and nothing they say will convince me otherwise," Goku told her, remembering the glow that surrounded Chi-Chi during her pregnancy with Gohan. It brought a smile to his face, and Bulma was amazed at the love he had for his family, and not for the first time either.

"I'm happy you love your family so much. And I'm happy you're in my life, too." Bulma told him sincerely, gripping his hand with her own. Goku pulled her into a sideways hug, not wanting to attempt and hug her through her over sized belly.

"Best friends?" he asked, holding out a pinky finger. Bulma smiled and wrapped it around her own.

"Best friends."

Bulma placed a maternity nightgown over herself, blowing away some hair that had gotten in her face. For the millionth time that day, she couldn't believe how uncomfortable she was. She placed her slippers on and moved into her bedroom, almost jumping when she saw Vegeta standing in her doorway. She placed a hand over her racing heart and sighed, giving the prince a wary look.

"Startling you wasn't my intention," he told her, the best thing she would get to an apology. She shrugged.

"I know," she told him, wondering why he was here. The two stood in uncomfortable silence for a few moments, and Bulma crossed her arms. She then winced, looking away from Vegeta and to the floor length mirror on the outside of her bathroom door. Vegeta gripped the towel around his neck a little tighter and stepped into the room a little further.

"It's almost time," he said then, getting her attention. She looked to him and then down to her belly and sighed.

"Good. You hear that little one? I'm putting in an eviction notice," she said, laughing at her own joke. Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Vegeta…" Bulma said quietly, trailing off. Vegeta waited, wondering what she wanted with caution. "My boobs are so sore," she whined then, completely taking Vegeta off guard. He gaped at her for a moment and then scowled when she laughed at him.

"You are so vulgar," he said with a grimace, turning away from her. "Within the next few days-" Vegeta started, turning to look at her, only to gape at her again with wide eyes. Bulma was still standing in front of the mirror with her hands covering her breast.

"They've gotten bigger too…" she said quietly, as if he wasn't even in the room with her. "This sucks," she mumbled angrily, glaring at her reflection. Vegeta's face turned slightly red and he scowled again. "You know, you're cute when you blush," she finally said, turning to face the prince. He frowned at her and turned to leave, not looking back this time.

"I am not cute," he said stubbornly, slamming her door behind him.