Third chapter of the day! I don't know if you guys are gonna like this Vegeta, but I could actually see him being the type of man to avoid his woman when she has a fit because of hormones – as much as he likes to fight her and never backs down from a fight, it is impossible if Bulma is talking without reason.

Enjoy!

Bulma put down her reader and rubbed her eyes. She looked at the table where several plates of all kind of food were stacked as it had been since her pregnancy test had come back positive. Several times she had told Vegeta to have it put away and only brought when she was hungry, but he had only grunted some half-sentence answers every time and not done anything about it. The constant smell of food in the room made her more nauseous than she remembered being while pregnant at Earth.

'Oh Kami,' she thought as her stomach told her it was time for another visit to the bathroom. When she was drinking some water after throwing up everything she had eaten that day she heard the door to the room open. She filled the glass with more water before leaving the bathroom.

Vegeta had clearly returned from training only to eat as he was shoving down a gigantic sandwich filled with two kinds of meat and different kinds of vegetables when she entered the room. They had shared a bed since leaving Planet Kalion but since her pregnancy became reality they hadn't spent a moment together awake except when fighting or eating. They hadn't even been fighting for real – Bulma had stated her arguments and he had either ignored her or grunted as he had turned out to be an expert at.

She put her free hand in her side and took another sip of the water; she could still taste the vomit. "Why don't you just get the damn food moved to the GR? It smells and makes me vomit and more than half of it is eaten by you when you take a break." As usual he didn't respond. Instead he ate the rest of the sandwich before getting out of his seat. "Just move it, Vegeta, I'm sick of being nauseous all the time!"

"You have to eat. A saiyan needs a great deal of food even as an embryo." He took a piece of fruit and threw it towards her. She stepped aside and let it hit the wall.

"Don't tell me how much I need to eat, I did just fine alone last time!" She knew she had just crossed an invisible line but the hormones rushing through her body convinced her it was alright. It was his own fault for not giving her a good fight once in a while… she almost felt like he nursed her like her mother would do with the flowers in her garden and it made her go crazy!

"As far as I remember you have no clue whether the boy would have been born healthy or not," he said while walking towards the closet, his tail lashing a bit at the tip.

Bulma gasped and shot a hand over her mouth. Her eyes filled with tears as she whispered: "That wasn't fair, Vegeta, that wasn't fair at all."

"It wasn't me who brought up the subject." His tail had unfolded itself and started to sway behind him, showing his annoyance.

"Get out," she said pointed at the door. He was about to remind her it was his bedroom and as if she could read his mind she said in a louder voice: "I know it's your freaking bedroom, but you won't let me leave so GET OUT!"

Vegeta shot a ki-blast at one of the training droids the woman had designed for him. He was fuming after being thrown out of his own bedroom. But he knew she was right, and that agitated him even more. His comment had not been fair. He had one time before started to talk about her past – he couldn't remember the exact words, but he had said something about how she should have chosen that scarred earthling for whatever reason he had forgotten by now – it had made her clamp down like an oyster for two days before she started to talk again. The first thing she had said was: "I thought we wouldn't talk about it again." He had known exactly what she meant and they had not discussed anything linked to Planet Kalion ever since.

'She brought it up herself!' He had tried to convince himself for the last two hours that he was not at fault, but deep inside he knew the woman was not to be blamed. Not 100% at least... Her body was under a lot of stress from the pregnancy even if she was only two months into it and he had kept on ignoring her requests about removing the food, thinking he knew what was best for a half-saiyan child.

Maybe he should have seen it coming. After a couple of weeks he had clearly smelled the change in her hormones and she had started to become angry a lot easier, which had made him try to avoid her as much as possible – he had liked their verbal spars, but the woman had always been some kind of reasonable but not anymore. He had not told her yet where they were heading as she had not asked and he wasn't sure how she would react. For the last few days she had been even more impossible to handle…

A buzz at the intercom pulled him out of his thoughts just before one of the droids would have landed a perfect blow into his abdomen. He deflected it and shouted the turn-off command before walking to the intercom.

"Yes?" he said while wiping of the sweat on his forehead with a towel.

"I'm sorry."

Vegeta stopped and slowly removed the towel from his head. He hadn't looked at the intercom when answering it, sure of it being a message from the bridge. The last thing he had expected was the woman and he would never have expected she would apologize. It turned out she wouldn't. Her head, which had been bowed, shot up and her eyes were spewing blue flames.

"I'm sorry for not being able to speak to anyone on this pathetic ship except you and Launyr! If you plan on letting this damn food stay I will either flush it or you will give me another room. I don't care if you're the prince of all saiyans, your child is gonna die of starvation in my womb if I keep on throwing up all the food I eat! So you better do something about it or Kami help you! Jerk!"

For a few seconds Vegeta stood still and looked at the black monitor in pure astonishment. Then, slowly, his anger started to build. For the first time in his life he had been about to admit a mistake – maybe not to the woman but at least to himself – and she dared to demand him? To threaten him? To call him jerk?

The few crewmembers, who was in the corridors, jumped to the side to get out of Vegeta's path as he raced towards the bedroom, tail moving so fast in anger behind him it sounded like a whip.

Bulma threw the last bit of the food from the second plate into the toilet and flushed as she heard the door open. She had tried to eat a bit of the food twice after she had thrown Vegeta out but it had only made her vomit… three times. Her throat still hurt from the third time where no food had been in her stomach.

"Woman!" The roar from Vegeta didn't intimidate her in any way; it only made her even angrier. Her head was hurting, her body screamed for food while the thought of it triggered her gagging-reflex, her legs were shaking beneath her and she wasn't sure if she was about to come down with a fever.

"What?" she yelled and tried to walk out of the bathroom; after her fifth step her legs gave away under her. A gasp escaped her lips and she instinctively threw her arms around her stomach in order to not harm her baby. She closed her eyes and waited for the impact with the hard floor but it never came.

Vegeta had heard her gasp and how her steps hand been unsteady before stopping abruptly. He had run to the bathroom and managed to catch her before she hit the floor. He carried her into the bedroom and sat her down at the bed before growling and shouting: "What are you planning woman? To get back at me by hurting the brat?"

Bulma tried to get up from the bed, but her legs could still not support her. "How dare you? How can you even think like that? I would never…" She closed her eyes and put a hand on her forehead in an attempt to make the world stop spinning. "And why do you even care?" she asked with her eyes still closed. "I wished for Planet Vegeta and the saiyans to be revived half a year after I conceived a child by you. You only have to wait a little less than four months and you will have you planet and people back. Isn't that all…" She opened her eyes but all she could see was the blurry silhouette of Vegeta. "Isn't that all…" Before she managed to finish her sentence Bulma was engulfed by darkness.

Vegeta looked at the regenerationtank shortly before turning towards the medicalcrew. One of them took a tablet and walked to him. "Lord Vegeta, in half an hour we will take Ms. Brief out of the tank and give her the needed nutrition through drop in order to stabilize her."

"Make sure she isn't conscious when she has the drops in her." He could see how the alien looked confused but didn't elaborate.

The white Japanese-talking alien looked down at her tablet once more before looking at Vegeta once again. "My lord, may I ask something?" Vegeta nodded once. "When was the last time Ms. Brief ate properly?"

He looked at the tank once again. "I don't know a couple of days perhaps. She complained about becoming nauseous by the smell of food and she threw up a couple of times."

The alien nodded and looked down at the tablet again. "That explains all the low readings. We think she has caught a minor infection. Under normal circumstances her body would take care of it on its own, but the embryo is taking too much of her body's reserves." She put down the tablet and looked at Vegeta. "If the regenerationtank doesn't help her body enough for it to be able to kill of the infection we would have to have a drop in her for at least a week in order to give her and the child nutrition and treatment."

"Do what's necessary," Vegeta said and was about to leave the room when the medic spoke again.

"But my lord, if we have to keep Ms. Brief unconscious for such a great amount of time… Then we can't guarantee for the embryo's life."

Vegeta stopped dead in his track. He had decided even before knowing the pregnancy had been reality that he would send the woman and the child to earth, but… His tail flicked; why did he even care if she saw the drops?

He started to walk again and stopped just before he left the room. "Do what you need to do. Just keep them both alive."

I tried to show how Vegeta hasn't gone all sentimental by recognizing the aborted child as his own and getting to know about Bulma's pregnancy, but it has moved something in him.

Next time Vegeta will arrive at Earth without Bulma's knowledge!