A Chance of a Lifetime – Chapter 29
Trista found Bulma in the lab a few days later, watching her work on a new capsule, one that would be able to transport people. It was a slow process. They both had been actually working on it for a few months now. She watched Bulma fiddle with it for a moment, before speaking.
"Hey Blue," Trista said, watching as the woman paused for a moment, looking over at her.
"Yeah?" the blue haired scientist said, turning back to her work.
"What was it you were wanting to talk to me about the other day?"
She watched, brows raising, as Bulma froze. The woman stared at the objects on the table, before shewing everyone out. Trista quirked a brow as the blue haired woman locked the lab doors, before slowly turning towards her. She watched her friend walk to her, studying the ground. The blue haired woman looked suddenly shy.
"Um..." Bulma hesitated, tucking some hair behind her ear. She finally looked up and met Trista's eyes.
"I'm pregnant," she said softly, a scared look crossing her features.
Trista grinned, happiness in her eyes. "Oh my God! That's great! It's Goku's right? That's awesome!"
Bulma swatted her arm. "Of course it's Goku's. Who else!"
Trista watched her bite her lip, looking away.
"What's wrong, Blue? I figured you'd be happy. We can be pregnant together!"
The blue haired woman hesitated, before looking back up at her friend.
"How do you think Goku's gonna react?" she asked softly, her eyes widening.
Trista felt her own eyes rounding. "You haven't told him?" she asked, her voice squeaking a little.
She watched Bulma shake her head. "Are you kidding!" Trista said loudly. A smile appeared on her face. "He's gonna be ecstatic! You know how much of a big kid he is himself!" she stated, leaning forward and hugging her best friend.
They looked at each other for a moment, before both of them grinned from ear to ear. Bulma let out a squeal, holding Trista's hands as she suddenly started jumping up and down.
"Oh my God! I'm so glad you're happy!"
Trista furrowed her brows, studying her. "Why wouldn't I be!?"
Bulma stopped jumping, a smile on her face. "I didn't want you to feel like I was stealing your thunder or anything!"
Trista burst out laughing. She quieted after a moment. "Thunder!?" she snickered, rolling her eyes.
"You are one in a million, Blue!" she said, laughing again.
The blue haired scientist smiled, cocking a finger at her. "You better believe it!"
Trista snickered again.
She watched the couple from around the corner. She smiled as Bulma grabbed Goku's hand, biting her lip. Come on Blue! Out with it! Trista watched her friend, silently snickering as the woman swung their clasped hands for a moment, looking at the ground. A worried expression appeared on Goku's face. He whispered something, but Trista couldn't catch it.
"Come on Blue!" she whispered, watching the damn woman hesitate again.
"What are you doing?" Vegeta whispered behind her.
She reached out and swatted him without looking, shushing him. He glanced over her shoulder, raising his brow at her watching the couple a few feet away.
He observed the woman in amusement as she muttered to herself.
"Come on you blue haired wimp!"
Vegeta bit back a chuckle, a smirk appearing. He watched with her as Bulma leaned forward, whispering in Goku's ear. His lips twitched in amusement as Goku stared at the woman in shock for a moment, before grabbing Bulma and twirling her around, laughing. They both disappeared into the house a few minutes later. He looked down at Trista, noticing her smile. She looked over at him.
"What was that about?" Vegeta asked, giving her a searching look as her smile widened.
"Bulma's pregnant!" Trista said happily, her smile widening as she clapped her hands.
Vegeta groaned, sighing. "Great!"
He felt her swat him on the arm, and looked up. He smirked at her hands on her hips, glaring at him.
"What do you mean!" she snapped, raising an eyebrow.
"Now there's gonna be TWO emotional women in the house!" Vegeta grimaced, looking away.
He turned his head and glared at her a moment later as she snorted.
"If you men didn't want us women pregnant, next time keep it in your pants! Or get a magazine! Or a blow up doll!"
She grunted at his narrowed eyes, before turning and walking away.
The months flew by, and she felt like she was gonna pop. Trista looked over at Bulma, laying next to her on her own lounge chair. She looked the same, though she was only a month behind her. Trista smiled, returning her attention to the magazine in her hands. She heard the woman next to her sigh, and looked back over. Bulma lazily turned her head, glancing at her.
"So what do you think you're having?" the blue haired woman asked softly, turning her head and looking at the sky again, closing her eyes.
Trista rolled her eyes. "A boy. Duh!"
She felt Bulma lightly smack her on the arm.
"Nothing is certain, remember Trista?" Bulma stated softly, getting her friends attention.
She watched the young woman furrow her brows, seeming to think it over.
"Yeah but," Trista paused, glancing over at Trunks swimming in the pool. "There's proof right there Bulma," she whispered, watching her son do another lap.
She turned towards the woman when she didn't speak. Bulma was looking at her with a surprised look on her face.
"What?" Trista asked softly, quirking a brow.
"You called me Bulma," the blue haired woman stated, seeming like she was gonna cry.
"Yeah I know."
"So..." Trista glanced at her friends belly. It was bigger than hers. She snickered slightly.
"What do you think you're gonna have? Triplets!?"
She grinned as Bulma shot her a look, leaning forward with a sigh.
"I believe we're having a boy," Bulma stated, her nose in the air.
Trista chuckled, watching as the men came out, wearing nothing but swimming shorts. She sighed, looking at the prince, her eyes raking over him. She glanced at the woman beside her. Her friend was doing the same thing with Goku.
She suddenly chuckled. "We are pathetic, aren't we," she said softly, smiling as Bulma looked over at her in amusement.
They looked back at the men, both grunting. Trista leaned back against the lounge chair, closing her eyes. She heard the splash of water as someone jumped in, minutes later gasping as water splashed on her. She opened her eyes, glaring. Bulma was right beside her, doing the same.
"All right," they snapped together. "Who was it!" The women glared at the three men in the pool. They watched, eyes narrowing, as the men stayed silent. The women looked over at each other, slowly grinning. They got up, walking slowly around the pool. The men eyed them.
"What are you doing Bulma," Goku asked slowly.
"What are you doing woman," Vegeta said at the same time.
Trunks just watched in amusement. He swam to the other side of the pool, smiling. The men watched the women glance at each other again, smirking. Bulma grabbed the food tray, with help from Trista. They stood at the edge of the pool, ignoring the men's shouts.
"No!" both men shouted. "Not the food!"
Trista and Bulma grinned, before tossing the massive platter into the pool, right on top of the two saiyans.
The women brushed their hands off, turning and linking their arms together, walking away. They both glanced back before entering the house, snickering at the glares from the men. They squealed as both suddenly jumped out of the pool, chasing after them. They ran, listening to Trunks laughter.
Both women were sitting at the kitchen table a few weeks later, talking, when they both gasped, clutching their stomachs. They looked at each other, wide eyed.
"Where's Goku?" Trista asked, watching her friend gasp again.
"Somewhere training," Bulma moaned, grabbing the table.
"Where's Vegeta and Trunks?" the blue haired woman asked back, a small cry escaping as another contraction hit.
She watched her friend do the same before answering.
"Same," Trista said softly, slowly standing. She helped Bulma up.
"We need to call someone Blue," she stated, taking a deep breath.
"Who!?" Bulma leaned on the table. "My parents left for a business trip. They won't be back for weeks!"
Trista was silent. She winced as another stab of pain went up her back. She put her arm around her friend, walking to the phone against the wall.
"What are you doing?" Bulma asked, wrapping her arms around her belly.
"I'm calling the hospital," she stated, seeing the blue haired woman jerk her head up.
"But I thought," Bulma paused as a gasp escaped her, waiting a moment before continuing. "I thought we were going to do home births!?"
"That's when we thought the men were going to be here to assist us! We can't do this alone!" she paused, "well...we could, but it would be extremely painful Blue!"
She turned her head away as someone answered on the other end. After about ten minutes of increasing pain, they were both transported to the hospital.
The men entered the kitchen at the same time, their brows raising at the empty, silent house. There was no dinner waiting either.
"Where do you suppose they are?" Goku asked, glancing with a pout at the stove.
Vegeta rolled his eyes, looking around. He narrowed his gaze on the kitchen door.
"I'll check the lab," the prince stated, starting out the door.
"No need," Trunks said loudly, holding something. He turned as Vegeta came back into the kitchen. Trunks was holding a slip of paper that was resting on the table. He looked up at them, his face white, his eyes wide.
"They're at the hospital," he whispered, watching the two older saiyans' face go ashen.
The hospital administrator tried to keep the men from entering the maternity ward. He ran when Vegeta threatened to gut him, making a grab for him. Trunks watched with an amused smirk. They could here Bulma and Trista both shouting from down the hall. The men looked at each other, before heading down towards the room.
"Where the hell is my husband!?" That was Bulma.
"I don't know ma'am. The men are not allowed in here."
There was complete silence for a moment.
"Are you fucking kidding me!" That was Trista.
The men reached the room, glancing in. The nurse was backing away from the beds, both woman having been put in the same room. By request. They both silently laughed as both Trista and Bulma glared in outrage at the woman. The nurse backed away, pressing a button on a remote in her hand.
"What the hell did you just do!?" Trista shouted, sitting up off the bed.
They heard the woman squeak. "I called the doctor in here," she explained, slowly moving towards the door. The eyes of both women followed her.
"Hell NO!" they both shouted.
"I'm not having this baby until my husband gets here!" Bulma shouted, crossing her arms.
"Yeah! Damn straight Blue!"
"I told you young lady, no men are allowed in here."
They watched Trista's eyes widen in outrage. "Did she just call me young lady," she asked softly, a growl emerging.
Vegeta and the others quickly entered, ignoring the protesting nurse. Trunks made an excuse to sit outside, and quickly left. Trista yelled goodbye, before sighing and settling back. Bulma did the same.
"It's about damn time!" Bulma yelled, glaring at Goku.
Trista did the same, shooting a look at Vegeta before closing her eyes.
Both women groaned at the same time as another contraction hit, leaning on their sides. The men laid a hand on their shoulder.
"Don't touch us!" the women shouted simultaneously.
The men turned and glared as the nurse snickered. She quickly left.
Vegeta and Goku glanced at one another, then at the women. They both grimaced. Vegeta sat, sighing. He jerked back at the glare Trista sent him.
"What?" he asked softly, resting his hand on the guardrail.
"You did this!" she snapped. "Give me your hand," Trista said softly.
Vegeta hesitated, eying her. He slowly put his hand in hers.
"Goddamn woman!" he shouted a minute later, trying to yank his hand out of her grip. She just tightened her hold.
He heard Goku yell "Shit" a moment later, looking over to see Bulma doing the same thing to his hand.
"It's the least you could do!" Bulma yelled, groaning as pain shot through her.
Trista was breathing heavily. Bulma doing the same thing a few minutes later.
"Oh crap," Trista said, laying a hand on her belly.
"What! What!"
She seemed to ignore Goku, glaring towards the door.
"Where the hell is the doctor!?"
"What's wrong," Vegeta asked, his eyes widening slightly.
"The baby's coming!," both women shouted at the same time, squeezing their eyes closed in pain.
Both men looked at each other in terror.