She looks at herself in the mirror in front of the sink. That mouthful of water she took made her mouth bloat as the water swirls on the insides of her cheeks while the pill dances on her tongue. She cocks her head to the side and looks deep into her own eyes, unable to recognize the Bulma that she once was, before this entire nightmare turned real.

'This isn't right! I'm not a murderer!!' she squealed in her mind. Of course she is not a murderer. How could she murder something, anything that is alive?

She wound her fingers around her neck, gagging as bile threatens to emerge again but this time, it wasn't due to the pregnancy – she was disgusted with herself.

Without another thought, she opens her mouth and spits everything that was inside into the sink underneath her. Hot tears burn her eyes as she refills the cup with water and rinse her mouth over and over and over again until the foul taste of the pill is gone, and the crime which she almost committed is cleansed from her conscience.

Supporting herself with only her elbows on the sides of the sink, her body trembles uncontrollably as her nerves began to sway. Backing up with shaky legs to the wall behind her, she slid onto the cold tiles of the bathroom. She brought her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around it, her head buried in them. She started crying, thinking about what kind of a person she is. How can she actually think of aborting her child, her own flesh and blood?

"Oh my God, how can I be so careless and inhuman?!!" she whined and gasp at the sudden realisation that she had almost killed her child.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry," she cried as she cradles her womb where the foetus is growing inside. "I'm so sorry, baby, mommy's so sorry," she whimpered and whispered to her unborn child, soothing herself of her guilt.

She quickly got up to her feet and washes her face. Splashing ice cold water, she turns to retrieve a towel and wipe her face dry. Looking back into the mirror, she looks at herself one more time and with a new found motive, she told herself that everything is going to be different from now on. With her new baby coming her way, she will have to change everything – herself, their environment that they will be living in, and most importantly, her priorities.

"Don't worry, baby. Mommy's going to make it all up to you. You're going to be the happiest and smartest kid in the world and you're going to get all the love which you deserve just by coming into this world," she said to herself and looks down to her tummy, cradling and caressing it.

"I promise you," she whispered with a smile before turning on her heel and walks out of the bathroom.

She took a seat on her bed, took out her laptop and began to search for things and information about pregnancy. If she is going to be a mom, she wants to be the best one there is, no matter the cost. Of course, money is no object. All the classes which she plans to take, the things which she and the baby is going to need, the medication, anything and everything, heck, she's even started to browse for names for her child, boy's and girl's.

She was happily searching and browsing through the internet when suddenly a thought came into her mind. She needs to make sure if it's a human baby, or a saiyan's. Frowning hard, she tries to think of a way to identify the race of her child. The only way to know is the precise timeline of when she got pregnant. The last time she got intimate with Yamcha was when he raped her but she and Vegeta had sex countless times after that so it must be his, but she's still wasn't sure. She lets out a sigh, but slaps a hand on her forehead as she remembers that she has forgotten all about the report that she has gotten from the doctor's this afternoon.

Mentally cursing herself, she went to her studies and retrieves the sealed envelope which contains the report. She returns to her room, took a seat on the edge of her bed, quickly tore the envelope open and took out the sheet of paper. Her eyes scan for the information which she wanted to see and lucky for her, it didn't take long. She stopped as soon as she saw the results of positive pregnancy and the estimated date the foetus was conceived.

APPROXIMATELY 2 WEEKS AND 3 DAYS.

Two weeks and three days - which means it has to be Vegeta's child. A small smile crept to her face as her body and mind was relieved with the fact that the child is Vegeta's and not Yamcha's. She fell back onto the mattress, grabs her pillow and threw it into the air above her. Once it landed on her, she cradles the pillow on her chest like it is her baby and snuggles into it, kissing the top of it with a gleeful smile on her face. Something tells her that she's going to love this baby very much.

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Meanwhile, somewhere in deep space, Vegeta has been sitting in the same spot for several hours now, dwelling in his current situation and what has transpired. Staring at Oika's lifeless form just a few feet in front of him, he thought about giving her a proper burial.

Decided on that, he took in a deep breath, stood up from his spot and walks towards Oika. He fell on his knees beside her and shifted her body so that she lies facing the ceiling. Her eyes were still open but there was only white as her eyes were rolled all the way backwards, which didn't startle Vegeta at all knowing that this is not the first time he's seen something like this. Her face turned a dark hue of purple as her blood clogs in every veins of her body and her mouth was still agape when she tried to inhale due to the lack of oxygen but now, her lips were just a deep dark blue. Her neck... Vegeta grimace as the thought of him strangling her came to his mind. Her neck was now swollen, the main artery had probably burst when he strangled her.

He lays a hand on her eyes and shuts them. Letting out a deep sigh, he brought her to his arms and carried the body to her quarters. He lay her down on the single bed mattress which she slept in and covered the body with the sheets. He retreated backwards and out of the room, closing the door gently behind him.

Taking in a deep breath as he stood by the door, his stomach growled. He frowned at his saiyan appetite and proceeds to the kitchen.

'Now what?'

He's seriously going to have a hard time making a meal, because there is no one around to do the cooking for him. In fact, he wished he hadn't kill Oika so that she would be able to cook for him, but can't now since she's dead. He snickered as the thought of eating Bulma's cooking entered his mind. He wouldn't even mind eating any of her concoctions now.

Trashing through the shelves and finding them half empty, his temper began to rise. 'Where the fuck did the old man keep the dry food??!!' he screamed inwardly, cursing at the scientist back on earth.

Scurrying to the store located deeper into the kitchen, he managed to find the mother of treasure – food. All kinds of food mounted in every shelves and cabinets in the three metres by three metres room. There were premade pancakes, eggs, pizzas, pastas, lasagna's, chocolates, instant-noodles in cups, anything that you can dream of. There was even a freezer just to store ice creams and ice. He pursed his lips and nods to himself, thinking of what he should eat.

His mouth practically drooled just at the sight of it and it didn't help much when his stomach growled even louder, indicating that he needs to be fed soon. Frowning hard, he simply whipped out a carton of eggs which contains fifty of it and proceeded to the stove. (Eggs were the easiest to cook and it is all he knew how to, or so he thought).

He placed the carton of eggs on the stove and stands in front of it with his arms crossed. Glaring at the eggs, he tries to recall how Bulma cooks an egg, just the way he likes it. What is it called again? Oh ya, sunny side up. Frowning harder at the eggs, he grimly took out the pan. Without giving it a wash he threw it on the stove and opens the fire to full blast. Well, it took him two hours to finish frying those fifty eggs and it isn't tasty at all since he didn't put any oil into the pan to fry them and because of that, most of it got burned. Poor Vegeta, he had to eat burnt sunny side ups.

After devouring fifty burnt eggs, he went to take a shower. He emerged from the bathroom after a quick shower of ten minutes and with only a towel wrapped around his waist, he quickly put on his training gear and proceeded to the GR above. Upon coming out from his room, he stood stoically as he stare at Oika's closed door which is located just opposite his. Feeling a slight wave of guilt coursing through his veins, he turns to look away with a grim expression written all over his face.

Furrowing his brows and with a frown on his face, he closed his eyes and let out a frustrating sigh. He didn't mean to kill Oika, he knew that now. Something tugged in the depths of his heart, telling him that this isn't the way anymore. No, this is not how he should handle things when situations are in a rut, especially when it comes to his emotions. He didn't know Oika that well, but he knew she could've lived a better life - without him in her life.

Walking away with grimace in his heart, he can't help but think if the one he killed was really Bulma instead of Oika. It will definitely, without a doubt, scar him even deeper than now. He could've died.

Widening his eyes with that thought hanging in his head, he can't help but to conclude that he is getting weaker and being weak is something he will never accept. Striding towards the GR console, he hit on gravity simulator and began his training with a full 350 G's. With nothing in his mind other than getting stronger, he promises himself that he will strive even harder no matter what it takes.