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Bulma opens her eyes and squints them at the sunlight that is glaring through the soft curtains from the balcony, but that isn't the reason why she had awake from her restless sleep. No, it is the nauseous feeling that she is having again. This time, the bile had almost crept up to her throat and if she hadn't force herself to swallow it down with a choke she would have vomited on the mattress.

She quickly pull herself off the bed and runs towards the bathroom, just like she did last night but this time, she didn't have time to reach for the toilet instead she opted for the sink and this time she didn't hesitate to vomit. She stared tiredly at the slimy bile which she just released as it swirls in the sink when she opens the tap to flush it down and felt really disgusted by it.

She was now completely drained of energy from the exertion, even when she bathe she had to crouch at the corner of the shower platform to cleanse herself and she had no choice but to do it slowly too. She was that tired.

Her body shivers as the breeze from outside blew into the room. Her skin had goosebumps as the wind licks her body and she stood numb in the middle of the room. She put on a long sleeve top, a baby T on top of it and a thick sweater on top of it all. She felt really weak as her knees tremble while she walks towards the kitchen, searching for breakfast.

She really hoped her mother was around because she felt really bad and unwell. In fact, she can even feel another batch of bile threatening to escape from her throat.

Having a hard time holding onto her choke she clenches her jaw and grip tightly on the counter next to her. Lifting a hand to her mouth, she gag on the oncoming bile and whimpered. Her mother who was standing by the stove making breakfast, had heard her. She turns around upon hearing her daughter and panicked when she saw Bulma's face paled and scrunch up in pain.

"Oh my goodness, Bulma! Are you okay, baby?!" she shrieked as she discarded her cooking and rush to support Bulma by the waist.

"M-mom, I-I don't feel t-too good,"

"Come, let's get you seated," said Mrs. Briefs as she led Bulma to a nearby chair and seated herself next to her to soothe Bulma at her back.

Looking worriedly at her only child, she frowned as she continues to comfort her until her pain subsides. After Bulma shows some signs of her pain reducing, Mrs. Briefs sums up some questions which she suspected was nothing but--

"Do you think you're pregnant, dear?"

"W-WHAT?!" Bulma stuttered and sputtered the water that she was currently drinking and stared wide eyed at her mother.

Mrs. Briefs only smiled at her daughter. Being one who was once pregnant, she knew the traits all too well, and the symptoms too. She had an idea that her daughter must be pregnant as she had noticed Bulma's sudden constant cravings for food and the constant headaches that she had been complaining about. Not to mention that she had not seen any waste of sanitary pads when she collected the trash from the rubbish bins around the house every day.

"When was your last menstrual?" asked Mrs. Briefs as she only stare at her daughter in mild excitement. She had to be really sure before she can happily rejoice.

"Er-erm, a month back?" stated Bulma as she herself was now having doubts.

"When were you supposed to expect your next period anyway?"

"Erm, early last week?"

Bulma's eyes went wider, if it could go any wider than that her eyes would have popped out.

"Mom! I can't be—p-pregnant... r-right?!!"

"Well, it's possible. I mean, you're late and you're showing signs of early pregnancy, so I can safely say that you are," she said with a smile going wider on her face.

"Ooohhh noooooo!!!" Bulma whined as she buries her face in her hands, shaking her head in disbelief at her change of fate. Why did she have to be pregnant now? Pregnant with...

"Oh no! MOM! What if I am pregnant?! What if the father isn't Vegeta??!! What if the father is-is Yamcha?!????!!!! Oh My God!!!!" her panic got worse by the minutes as the worse thoughts slowly climbed higher in her head.

"Mooommm, what am I going to do if-if Yamcha... Yamcha..." hot tears burn her eyes. She cannot accept the fact that it had a great possibility that it might be Yamcha's offspring and the worst part is that she doesn't even want to bear his child. In fact, she would be much happier to bear Vegeta's heir.

"It's alright, dear. You have nothing to worry about," Mrs. Briefs comforted her daughter with a smile on her face.

"Mom, how am I not supposed to worry?! I'm pregnant!!"

All her mother did was look at her with that same scary smile plastered on her face. Bulma can never get any clarification from her mother's words alone. She needs something more solid. Something like a pregnancy test kit or – or a visit to the clinic.

Yes, that's what she'll do. She quickly got up and topples the chair in the process, proceeded to her room to grab her air car capsule, ran towards the porch to decapsulate the car and sped off to the city's clinic.

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Several hours pass by since she came back from the clinic but to Bulma it felt like forever and all she did was crouch in front of the toilet bowl, wrapped her arms around herself and rocked herself back and forth slowly. With the toilet lid closed and a white small pill seated neatly and singly on top of it, she stared at the small tablet as if it was the most interesting thing in the world but in fact, it was the one thing that will kill all dreams and hopes of her having a wonderful future, or not.

"Congratulations Ms. Briefs, you're going to be a mommy," said the doctor who was smiling happily at another good news of the day. Bulma thought she must have that same plastic smile she is wearing now every time a female comes in and finds out that they're pregnant.

Bulma remembered staring back at her stoically. She didn't even know if she should smile or laugh or cry it all just seems so wrong. So all she could do was to stay expressionless, detached of any emotions.

This was a tough decision to make. A really, really tough one, in fact, Bulma's mind was just a blank, an empty mass of blank space. Nothing went through her mind as she continues to stare emotionless at the offending tablet on the closed lid.

"It doesn't matter now," Vegeta spat as he lower down his power and drop his hands to the side. He smirked as he narrowed his eyes towards Bulma. "She was a good fuck, she means nothing more than that to me."

Bulma clench her eyes tight and tears began to form behind them, threatening to fall. She took in a deep staggering breath as she remembers Vegeta's last words to her. It had scarred her deeply hearing those words coming from his mouth. Having couldn't hold in her tears anymore, she began to cry her heart out.

Vegeta had hurt her so much she almost felt numb towards him now. To top it off he had said that she was just a good fuck and that she don't mean a thing to him – selfish, heartless bastard. Well, she deserved it. She wanted a bad man and here he was, in all his splendour, taking whatever he gave when he really gave it to her and guess what? She got what she wanted.

Laughing sadly at her twist of fate, she thought she had gone insane. What had Vegeta done to her till she's become so delusional? What did he do to make her crave for him, love him yet hate him to the core?

'Why would Vegeta say those things to me?! How could he hurt me like that, it isn't fair!! It isn't fair... I loved him...'

Come to think about it, Vegeta had never told her that he loves her, or even like her for that matter. So how can she ever verify that he had some sort of feelings for her to begin with? He confuses her so till she can't even think straight and rational anymore, especially when she had chased after him when the GR door closes and she had desperately tried to win him back.

She had about more than twenty stitches on her wounded fingers, the pain giving her a hard time as she couldn't eat, couldn't write, and couldn't even do her work. Her long and well polished nails were all broken and torn to the flesh as she scratched at the metal surface. All ten of them wrapped up in bandages every day and night, just waiting for them to heal, and until then, she was as good as a vegetable.

She had been crying for another good full hour before her cries turn to sobs and sniffles. She wiped her eyes dry with the back of her tiny fists and with a new determination, she stood up despite her shaky knees, she snatches the sitting pill in her hand and went straight to the sink.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she pierces into her own eyes with her own gaze, telling herself that she had to decide now.

If she kept the baby, she will have to raise and love her kid, provide anything and everything which her kid solely deserves and well, if the child is in fact Vegeta's, he would have to choose himself whether he wants to be in the picture or not, which wouldn't concern her anymore, not especially when she would be preoccupied with her baby and the unconditional love she will hold for the child.

But, if she chooses to abort the baby, despite whoever the father is, then everything will return back to normal as before. She will consider both Vegeta and Yamcha nonexistent and that they never had a phase in their lives before and she will never ever have anything to do with them anymore as long as she lives and everyone will go on with their separate lives and live happily ever after.

Opening her top cabinet, she retrieves an empty glass and quickly fills it with water from the sink. Without any second thoughts or hesitation she pops the pill into her mouth and gulps in a mouthful of water - she has chosen the latter.

AN: Hi guys, just in case you're confused, Yamcha did rape Bulma. ^^ We know who's child is carrying but don't be too sure too. No one really knows~