CHAPTER NINETEEN

Author's Note; For some reason I had forgotten that I was still a few chapters ahead. This one is a little shorter and I almost didn't update it because I had written it before I saw 'Bojack Unbound'. So for the purpose of this chapter I am not counting the movies, just the show.

Anywho, please enjoy, and once again, sorry it took me so long to update. Remember, reviews are very much loved! :)

Bulma awoke with a start, realising straight away that Vegeta was no longer by her side. Had he finally returned to the gravity chamber to resume his training? A smile appeared on her face. For the last week, it was almost as if Vegeta had transformed into a completely different person. It was as if he had lost all of his intense motivation, a part of him that Bulma had found herself drawn to.

She slowly manoeuvred herself out of the bed, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She had many plans for the day, including working on a new contraption with her father for the company. It had been a while since she had been able to really get back into her work, she had mostly been using it for the last few months as a distraction from her disastrous personal life.

But now things were back on track. Things between herself and Vegeta were going well, even if he didn't seem like himself lately. There was no impending threat to the world, and life was seemingly returning back to normal. The only thing that was really missing was Goku. Bulma thought about him daily, still amazed at his sacrifice of staying dead for the good of the Earth.

With a yawn, Bulma walked over to her closet and picked out an outfit for the day – one of her favourite dresses, yellow with orange stars splayed across it. It was a sunny, bright dress, the perfect outfit for an enjoyable day. Also collecting a pair of matching orange undergarments and her towel, Bulma left her room and made her way over to the bathroom, glancing at the spare room that had recently housed the older form of her son.

She missed the future Trunks, he was a delightful man and incredibly good company. She had certainly raised him well, even without the aid of his father. All she could do was hope that the baby Trunks would grow up to be exactly the same, although she had a feeling that having Vegeta around may change that ever so slightly.

Once in the bathroom, Bulma stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower, revelling in the warm water as it hit her body. All her tensed up muscles relaxed immediately, and cleared Bulma's mind. Now she could properly focus on the day before her without any other thoughts hindering her.

Once out of the shower and wonderfully clean, Bulma dressed herself up and returned to her bedroom. Looking in the mirror, she considered her damp blue hair momentarily, before quickly braiding into plaits on either side of her head. She wasn't sure if it made her look younger or older, but she was pleased with the result, and the hairstyle matched the dress.

She was about to leave when the phone in her room rang, which normally signalled an important call. Sitting down on the bed, Bulma prepared herself before picking up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Good morning, Miss Bulma. We have a call for you on the other line."

"Should I perhaps take it in my lab?"

"Actually, ma'am, I believe it's a personal call. A woman, named Mrs Son?"

"Chi-Chi? Sure, put her through."

"Hello? Bulma?"

"Chi-Chi, this is certainly a nice surprise. What's up?"

"Well, Gohan told me I could call you, about anything, if I needed help, and I didn't know who else to contact-"

"Chi-Chi, take a breath and calm down. Is everything alright? Are you and Gohan okay?"

"Gohan is fine. Studying away to make me happy. He knows that something is going on, but I don't think he knows exactly what it is. He's so clever."

"Well, what is going on?"

"...I'm pregnant, Bulma."

"Pregnant? Are you positive, Chi-Chi? Is...is it Goku's?"

"Of course it is! I'm no hussy, you know!"

Bulma cringed, but realised that Chi-Chi was not aiming that insult at her directly. "Do you know how far along you are?"

"Just over a week. The night before Goku left, we made love, and he insisted upon not wearing any protection. It was almost as if...as if..."

Bulma's grip on the phone loosened momentarily and it dropped onto her lap before she picked it up quickly and pressed it to her ear once again.

"...as if he knew he was going to die."

"Oh Chi-Chi...I'm sure that's not it...surely the timing was just off. Just try not to stress yourself out about it too much, or it could hurt the baby."

"I suppose you're right. I'm just scared. The first time was scary too, being my first, but I had Goku."

"Well, if you need anything, let me know. And if you and Gohan need to be near the city for medical purposes, you can always stay with me. Kami knows my place is big enough, and you can have my full support. After all, it's only been just over a year since I was pregnant myself."

"I might actually take you up on that. I know that if something went wrong, Gohan could fly me to the city, but I don't want to give him such a big responsibility, or worry him, especially when he was so much to catch up on with his studies."

"Well, come on over tomorrow then. Bring your essentials, and we'll provide the rest."

"Thank you, Bulma."

Hearing a click on the other end of the line, Bulma hung up her own phone and sighed. She and Chi-Chi had never really had much to do with each other in the past, but she could understand the woman's situation, pregnant with a Saiyan child, without the father around for support. She just wondered how Vegeta would take the news, but first she would have to look for him.

She wandered around the house, surprised to see Vegeta laying on the couch, accompanied by baby Trunks, watching the television. Confused, she moved into the lounge room and stood in front of the flashing screen, placing her hands on her hips and glaring at the Saiyan. "Just what do you think you're doing?" she demanded to know. "Attempting to watch television. Which is difficult to do when a woman is blocking it." Vegeta remarked back. "I suggest that you move."

Bulma ignored his last words. "Why aren't you in the gravity chamber? You're normally in there all the time, and yet since you got home you haven't even been near it once." Vegeta sighed and sat up. "Why should I train, when there is nothing to work for?" he replied, his dark eyes narrowing. "There is no-one to prove my strength against, now that Kakarott is gone. And his brat has no interest in fighting, and will most likely abandon his training."

Bulma moved from the television and sat down next to Vegeta, taking his rough hands in her own delicate ones, trying to figure out the best way to convince him otherwise. Before she could say anything, Trunks crawled onto her lap and gurgled up at her. "What about Trunks?"

Vegeta grunted. "What about him?" he asked, moving his dark eyes to the television. Picking up the remote from the table before them, Bulma switched it off with the click of a button, demanding Vegeta's full attention. Scowling, his gaze returned to her.

"Well, you'll want him to become a warrior, right? And now that Goku's going to have another kid..." Bulma trailed off, smirking when Vegeta's eyes flashed. "Kakarott's mate is with child?" he asked incredulously, and although Bulma knew she shouldn't be using such news to her advantage, she could tell it was working.

"Yes. And judging by Goku and Gohan's strength, even if Chi-Chi doesn't allow it to be a fighter, it will most likely be very strong." she added, pretending to look at her fingernails and appear uninterested. "Poor Trunks won't stand a chance." Vegeta stood up off the couch. "Like hell he won't. No child of mine will fall prey to scum." he raged, Bulma watching as his usual look of pride once again graced his handsome face.

"Well then, you'd better get back into it." Bulma spoke, standing up and moving closer to him. "After all, I like my men to be super strong and buff." she winked as she walked past to him and to the doorway before two warm arms wrapped themselves around her waist, and she felt herself pulled back into a warm yet firm body.

"I know what you're doing, Bulma." a breath growled in her ear, almost rendering her weak in the knees, but she kept control on her emotions. "And you have been successful." Vegeta added as Bulma spun around in his arms, blue gazing into black. "Good. Because I don't like men who give up. Which is why I fell for you in the first place." she replied, moving forward and pressing her lips against his.

She felt his hands move down her back, and immediately knew where he was heading. Pulling away from him, she grinned. "Not so fast, mister. Go and train and then get back to me. Think of it as your reward for working so hard." she teased, removing herself from his arms and disappearing down the hall.

Vegeta lingered in the hallway, a genuine smile appearing on his lips. Bulma was an amazing woman, that he knew well, but she could also be an incredible tease. He turned around to his son, who sat perched on the couch, watching his father with one raised lavender eyebrow. "Come on brat, it's time I show you what a real Saiyan does with his spare time." Vegeta said as he picked up Trunks with one arm, and carried him outside to where the gravity chamber sat on the grass, dark and silent.

Pressing the large red button on the exterior of the chamber, the door slid open and Vegeta entered, dropping Trunks gently on the ground before closing the door behind him.