A Chance of a Lifetime – Chapter 28
They all stared at Vegeta. He wouldn't let Trista go. Bulma and Goku had shown up almost two hours ago. She had burst out laughing at the sight, while Goku had just stared. His mom had finally lowered her arms, sighing and letting them fall to her sides. Now they were sitting down, trying to talk the prince into getting up. Nothing seemed to work, not even a play on his pride! He wouldn't budge. He didn't say anything either. The only indication that he heard any of them was the tightening of his arms, or the clenching of his jaw. His mom gave up trying to talk some sense into him a while back, now just stood with her head lowered, her eyes closed. She seemed to be sleeping standing up! Goku finally took Bulma back home, stating she needed her rest, and with one more bizarre filled look back, they left. Trunks looked at his dad. He hadn't moved an inch, now and then kissing his mother's stomach, but otherwise hadn't budged. Trunks sighed, leaning back on the ground. He studied the sky, the stars finally coming out. He looked back over, shaking his head. Talk about stubborn! Vegeta still wouldn't let her go, even when she complained that she was tired and wanted to lay down.
"You'll try to leave woman! And I'm not letting that happen!"
Trunks saw him in the darkness, as he raised his head to look at his mother. He looked away as his father started whispering, trying to give them some sort of privacy. But out here, in the quiet, his father's voice echoed.
"I truly didn't mean to hit you," he heard his father whisper. "I...I care for you brat. I wouldn't purposely do anything to harm you."
His father seemed to gather his courage to speak in the darkness. Trunks sighed, closing his eyes.
His father whispered again, his voice barely audible, as if he was saying it in his mother's ear.
"I love you."
Trunks got up and walked away, putting two fingers to his forehead, heading back to Capsule Corps, to give his parents their much needed privacy. He just hoped his father didn't harm his mother again.
He would kill him then.
She swallowed, looking away. His words rang in her ears, and she closed her eyes. She felt a sob surface, but bit it back. She winced as the action shot pain across her cheek. Vegeta must have noticed it, because he tightened his hold. He reached a hand up and cupped her neck. He grabbed her waist, suddenly falling back. She landed on top of him with a gasp, her eyes meeting his. Vegeta's black gaze seemed to shine in the darkness, his eyes searching her features. Trista didn't say anything however, just looked away. She felt his hand graze her jaw, and winced. He tensed beneath her, leaning up and tenderly kissing the bruise.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
Trista's eyes widened. What the hell happened to him while he was out!? First the 'love' word, now 'I'm sorry'! She studied him for a moment. I wander if he has a fever! She reached up and felt his forehead, watching him quirk a brow.
"What are you doing woman?" he asked softly, keeping his hands on her waist.
Her eyes roamed over him, looking for any indication that he was delirious.
"Checking for fever," she stated, finally moving, trying to sit up.
A gasp escaped her as he pushed her back down, landing with an "oof" onto his massive chest. Her hands rested on his shoulders as she landed, their lips almost touching. Her eyes widened, and she raised up. Trista let her gaze slide away, biting her lip. Grimacing at the pull of her jaw, she sighed, closing her eyes. Well, seeing as how he's not letting me go anytime soon, might as well make myself comfortable. She folded her arms on his chest, laying her head on them as she sighed again, tiredness creeping up on her. She felt the rumble in his chest as he spoke.
"What are you doing, brat?" Vegeta asked gently, feeling her body relax.
"mmm...making myself comfy," she stated tiredly, sleep overtaking her.
She felt him chuckle, before his arms wrapped around her, holding her securely against him as she slept. Trista sighed, finding it ironic that she'd never felt so safe.
She woke up in her old room, the feel of Vegeta's arm around her waist comforting. Trista stayed still, sighing a little. She could feel her body spooning his, both laying on their sides. It was still dark out. She stared at the wall, her eyes moving after a moment and looking at the arm underneath her head. She moved her hand, clasping the prince's softly. He tightened his fingers through hers. She turned, meeting his dark gaze. They studied one another, before the prince slowly lowered, capturing her lips. Trista sighed in his mouth, feeling his other hand move, his fingers splaying on her stomach. His tongue snaked in as she laied a hand on top of his. He softly made love to her mouth, not making any moves to ravish her body. Vegeta lifted his head after a few minutes, gazing down at her with heavy lidded eyes. She roamed his features, finally turning back towards the wall, feeling him settle back behind her, burying his head in her neck. Trista closed her eyes, sighing as she went back to sleep.
It was light out when she opened her eyes for the second time. She closed them, sighing. Vegeta wasn't with her. Trista rolled over, scanning the room before getting up. She heard the clink of her necklace and looked down. There was another ring on the delicate chain. She grabbed it, lifting it to her face. She still had the original ring, but there was a silver banded ring next to it, a diamond encased in the middle of it. She stared at it, wide eyed for a moment, before lifting her head and looking at the door. Why would Vegeta give me this!? Is this his way of proposing? She looked back down at the ring, absently realizing that he must have put it around her neck at some point during the night. After a few minutes, she slowly tugged her shirt open, letting it fall against her skin. She put a hand to her chest, holding the two rings against her for a moment before getting up, intent on heading down stairs and getting something to eat. She quickly changed into her blue training outfit, hoping to get some kata done today. She hurried out of the room. She was suddenly famished!
Everyone was gathered in the kitchen when she got there. Except for Vegeta. He was no where to be found. Mentally sighing, she made herself a plate, ignoring the grins and snickers coming from the men. She looked at them over her shoulder, rolling her eyes. Someone walked up to her side, and she looked over.
"What do you want, Blue?" she asked softly, returning to her plate, grabbing a biscuit before sitting at the table.
"Can we talk later Trista?" Bulma asked softly, tailing her.
Trista glanced at her, nodding before shoveling some food into her mouth. After a moment, she stopped eating. Stopped chewing all together.
"What's the matter?" Goku asked, studying her curiously. She glanced up. Everyone was watching her.
Her eyes widened a little, before she jumped up and ran from the room. They all looked over at Bulma as she sighed. She was studying the door, a pained expression on her face.
"What is it?" Goku asked softly, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Why did she jump up and run?"
Bulma bit her lip for a second before answering.
"Morning sickness."
Trista felt like hell! No one told me being pregnant was this painful! All those pictures of 'happy' woman are bullshit! I was given a fucking false image of this! She rested her head on the bathroom tile, groaning. She closed her eyes, feeling the coolness against her forehead. She still had yet to see Vegeta. His ass should be in here holding my hair! He helped do this, dammit! She groaned again, before slowly getting up and brushing her teeth. The taste of the toothpaste almost had her gagging. Thankfully she finished before she retched, splashing some water on her face before tugging her training gear off. No way in hell am I doing anything feeling like this! She laied a hand on her stomach for a moment, before slipping under the sheets, sighing at the feel of the cool sheets against her skin. She didn't bother dressing before laying down. So what! It's my room! So what if I sleep in my underwear! Not really caring, she closed her eyes, lifting the cover above her head before the tiredness dragged her under. I feel like shit!
She jerked awake as she felt someone slip into bed beside her. She didn't say anything, feeling Vegeta's familiar presence. He turned towards her, putting an arm around her. She groaned, and not in a good way! She scrambled over him, running to the bathroom, barely closing it before she dry heaved. Groaning again, she laied her forehead against her arm, leaning over the toilet. Oh God! Do I have to put up with this the whole pregnancy!? She heard the door open, but didn't look up. She took a deep breath, her cheeks puffing out a little as she released it. Shakily getting to her feet, she rinsed her mouth. Grimacing a little, she ran a hand through her hair. Trista finally looked up, looking over at Vegeta. He was leaning against the door, studying her. She looked away, flushing. She went passed him, crawling back in bed and closing her eyes. A few minutes later, she felt the prince slide in beside her again. This time he had taken his clothes off. She could feel his night shirt against her back, his boxers rustling as he shifted, putting an arm around her, slowly this time. He gently held her, not putting any pressure on her whatsoever. She didn't blame him. She didn't want to see herself throw up again either. It wasn't a pretty picture! Taking another deep breath, she snuggled further into the covers, thankfully falling asleep before nausea reared its ugly head again.
Thank God! The damn nausea finally left, and all she could think about was eating. It was bothersome. Even when she wasn't hungry, she would start thinking about food. Actually craving stuff she didn't even like! Like now. Her mouth watered as she caught the whiff of ham. I hate ham! She watched Bulma flip slabs of it for the guys, not really paying attention to the woman drooling at the table. Trista swallowed. Maybe if she sneaked behind her, she could grab a piece.
"Hey Bulma!" Trista said loudly, staring at the table, running a finger in a circle on the top. She heard the woman turn.
"Could you get me some pineapple from the pantry?" she asked slowly, not looking up. She fought the urge to scrunch her nose up. Now that was one food her and the baby agreed on was revolting. Thankfully her friend didn't know it.
"Sure hon! You craving some?"
Trista looked away as she nodded, grimacing. She lifted her head a little as she heard Bulma walk across the floor. She smirked a little, watching the woman leave.
She got up, making her way to the stove. There was a stack of some ham already made on the side. She reached for one. Someone came in. Dammit! She snatched her hand away, whirling around. Vegeta stood behind her, studying her for a moment before smirking. He studied her innocent look, her hands clasped behind her back.
"What are you doing woman?"
Trista didn't say anything, flushing as her gaze slid to the floor. She bit her lip, looking over his shoulder for Bulma. She glanced at the ham again.
Vegeta snickered. "You wanting some ham?" he asked, amusement on his face.
"Yes," she said simply, looking at him with a guilty look.
He snickered again, grabbing a plate and slapping two onto it. He handed it to her without a word. He barked with laughter as she snatched it from him, her eyes widening when they heard Bulma walk back through, a can in her hand.
She stopped dead in her tracks, looking at the couple. Trista had a guilty look on her face, holding a plate of ham to her for dear life. Vegeta was snickering, looking at the woman. Bulma slowly smiled, laying the can of pineapples down.
"You didn't really want any pineapple, did you?" she asked Trista, her smile turning into a grin when Trista flushed again, a guilty look on her face. She grimaced, looking at the can.
"No," she admitted, narrowing her eyes when Bulma went towards her. She moved the plate behind her back.
"Don't even think about it, Blue!"
They both burst out laughing as Trista seemed to pout, backing out of the door. Both watched her leave, amusement crossing their features. They both laughed again, watching as she shot them a dirty look before disappearing. Vegeta walked out of the kitchen, shaking his head as another chuckle escaped him. Bulma watched him go, laughter in her eyes. 'That woman is a nut!' she thought, looking back over at the can of pineapples again.
Bulma walked into the living room, a few days later. She stopped at the back of the couch, biting back a laugh as Trista let out a curse. The woman was sitting on the floor, playing a video game. The blue haired woman watched her for a minute, before sitting on the couch. She let out a chuckle as the woman yelled.
"Ah, Shit!"
Trista turned to her as she chuckled, narrowing her eyes. Bulma watched the pregnant woman grab a remote, throwing it at her. She looked down at the remote, then back at the woman on the floor.
"I don't know how to play this!"
Trista smirked, amusement in her eyes.
"You're a genius. I'm sure you can figure it out!"
Bulma glanced at the television, watching her play for a moment. She narrowed her eyes, looking back at Trista. The woman sent her a challenging look, raising a brow. Bulma stuck her tongue out at her, gingerly picking up the remote, sighing.
"I guess I can try," she stated, sinking to the floor beside the brunette.
-Four hours later-
"Dammit Bulma! That was my energy pack! You whore!"
"Hey! It's not my fault you're slow!"
"I'm gonna kick your ass if I die!"
The men stopped in the living room archway at the language. Vegeta raised a brow,Trunks letting out a laugh. Goku walked over. The women were playing a game on the PS3. They all walked up to the back of the couch, watching the two women sitting on the floor. Trunks laughed again as Trista reached over and slapped the remote out of Bulma's hand without looking, smirking as she grabbed the life pack on the screen.
"Hey! Trista!"
"Serves you right Blue! Don't mess with a pregnant woman!"
The men chuckled, settling on the couch, intent on watching the entertainment. They watched them play, before Trista turned. She had an innocent expression on her face. They saw Vegeta narrow his eyes.
"What do you want woman?"
Trista smiled, tilting her head. "Could you get me something to drink Vegeta," she asked, ignoring the snickering coming from the woman beside her. He narrowed his eyes, before rolling them and getting up.
"What do you want?"
"Um..."
Everyone laughed as Trista pretended to think about it, ignoring the glare Vegeta was giving her.
"some Pepsi," she said, smiling again. The woman waited until he got across the room.
"Oh Vegeta," she said loudly. They all watched as he turned, crossing his arms.
"Could you get me some food, too?" Trista asked hopefully, smiling again as she turned back to her game, not waiting for an answer.
The men chuckled as he narrowed his eyes, grumbling as he went into the kitchen. They heard him shout a moment later.
"Get your ass in here boy, and help!"
Goku smiled as Trunks sighed, shaking his head as he got up, heading for the kitchen.
"You could help too, you know!" Bulma said loudly, not turning as her fingers flew over the remote.
Goku chuckled, getting up.
The men returned a few minutes later, their arms loaded with food and drinks. They sat it all down on the coffee table, sitting with a sigh. Trista looked over beaming. The smile fell as she looked over the food. Her head shot up, looking at Vegeta.
"What, no dip!"
Vegeta scowled at her, glaring for a moment before smacking Trunks arm.
"Go get it boy!"
Trista smiled as the young man sighed. "Thanks son!" she shouted to his retreating back. They looked up when the door bell rang. Goku went to go answer it, returning moments later smiling. The rest of the group filed in behind him, looking around with interest at the women sitting on the floor playing a video game, the coffee table groaning under a massive pile of food.
"Someone's hungry!" Krillin said loudly, laughing.
"What's that supposed to mean!?"
He hid behind Goku as Trista glared at him, earning a smirk from Vegeta. Krillin didn't say anything, blushing as he sat on the couch. Everyone else sat on the floor, the chair being taken by Gohan, visiting for the weekend from school. He had sprouted, now he was almost as tall as his father. Piccolo stood off to the side, watching with a disinterested look on his face.
"Hey Piccolo!" Trista said loudly, over the noise.
She watched, a smile appearing as he glanced at her, his expression not changing.
"Do you wanna play?" she asked, her eyes laughing as he narrowed his gaze on her. She watched him glance at the screen, before turning away.
"Ah C'mon!" Trista play pouted, "They have someone on here you could be!" she stated, putting the game back on menu, ignoring Bulma's shout, and pulling up the green guy with bulging muscles. Everyone burst out laughing as she turned and grinned. Piccolo eyed the screen for a moment, and to everyone's surprise, he walked forward, taking the remote from her hand. He sat beside Bulma, the woman being pushed to the side a moment later.
"Hey!" Bulma shouted, staying still for a moment as Trista took the controller out of her hand. The woman ignored her, patting the carpet beside her.
"Sit." Trista said, not looking over. "You'll learn something, Blue!"
Everyone laughed as Bulma glared at the woman, raising her fist.
"If you weren't pregnant, I would kick your ass!"
They listened to Trista scoff, not taking her eyes off the screen.
"As if you could before!"
The men sat back, watching the debacle. It got loud as everyone shouted directions to the two players, watching as Trista grinned as she beat Piccolo...again.
"I'm better than you! Admit it, green man!"
Everyone chuckled as he glared at her. "No you're not!" he snapped.
Trista just snickered.
Vegeta grabbed the remote from the namekian, barking at him to move.
The prince settled beside Trista, smirking over at her.
"Let's see how you do against me!" he stated, turning towards the screen as the characters appeared.
They watched her smile.
Thirty minutes later the room was filled with the prince's curses, and Trista's laughter. She leaned on Bulma, holding her side.
"Shut up, Onna!" Vegeta snapped, clenching his jaw.
"You men," she gasped, "can't stand being beaten by a woman."
She laughed again, before handing the remote to Bulma.
"If you want to win, play Blue," Trista stated, smiling and standing.
"Hey!" Bulma snapped, glaring at the woman walking towards the food.
The others laughed, apparently enjoying themselves. They watched her grab a handful of popcorn, sitting on the couch between Trunks and Goku, smiling as Vegeta started cursing at the screen again, playing against the blue haired woman.
It was a great evening, everyone settling back and relaxing, eating and having a good time. Their laughter could be heard late into the night.