I promised to be better about updating so here is another Chapter. This is Bulmas POV this time and I hope you enjoy and review. In the next Chapter our favorite couple will finally meet again :)
She tells her mother first, in the kitchen between pots and pans while she is cooking dinner. At first, Bulma had contemplated telling both of her parents at the same time, but while she is not worried about her mother's reaction she has slight concerns regarding her father.
Just as she suspected Bunny is elated at the prospect of having a grandchild, abandoning her cooking right away to coo over her still flat stomach and spew an impressively long list of items they just have to go shopping for. She makes it seem so fun and exciting that for a moment Bulma forgets her worries, for some unfathomable reason her mother is very fond of Vegeta and immediately guesses and then gushes over how adorable this baby will be. Bulma all but has to force her to return to the stove to prevent the compound from burning down. Informing her mother of this unplanned pregnancy leaves her feeling optimistic and more excited than she was to begin with, so she pauses to soak in this giddy feeling before venturing into the labs to tell her father.
While her mother might have been a bit of a ditz, she was also right. She, Bulma Briefs, had everything she needed right here, she was strong and independent and this was her child. There was nothing that she could not do. If Vegeta decided to stay gone she would manage, she always did. If Vegeta decided to come back she would rip him a new one, and then likely jump his bones because she was Bulma fucking Briefs and she needed no one but also always got what she wanted.
Feeling confident she marched down into the laboratories underneath Capsule Corp. in search of her father. He would likely be not as elated as her mother, having actually witnessed many of Vegeta's temper tantrums, foul moods, and snappy arrogant attitude. She found him in the back of his lab, reading over a blueprint while absentmindedly petting his favorite black cat sitting on his shoulder. Taking a deep breath she told him, blurting out the truth before he confidence could leave her, she knew her parents loved her and supported her but a small part of her was also worried that the man who had taught her everything might just feel a little disappointed. She was after all having a child that had been the result of a short and hot fling, and the chances of her marrying Vegeta and being a family were slim to none. Her worries were unwarranted when he simply asked her if she was happy, and that he would support her in everything she did in life. Bulma could not remember a time she had hugged her father so hard.
It was a few months later when she found herself lying awake in the middle of the night, she had just found out she was having a boy, her pregnancy progressing much faster than a regular human one and powerful kicks to the ribs currently kept her awake. And cravings. Oh lord the carvings, pickles dipped in chocolate mouse and fries soaked in a mayo and ketchup concoction with a sprinkle of salt. So gross but also so good.
The company doctor had been more than a little surprised during the ultrasound to find the baby so far ahead in development in the last few days of her second trimester, leaving her little choice but to cautiously inform him of the fathers rather interesting origin and silently thank Kami for non-disclosure agreements. In all likelihood she would deliver him before the regular human 9 months timeline, and Bulma was just fine with that. The last few weeks had proven that the child inside of her was definitely no ordinary child, she was huge and constantly hungry, clearly, the boy had Vegeta's voracious appetite and Bulma found herself hardly able to keep up.
Since she had suffered from extreme morning sickness in the first few weeks and was now housing a calorie and vitamin sucking half Saiyan her weight had begun to decline, and her father had purchased an absurd amount of emergency survival high-calorie bars. While those did not fill her up the roughly 3,600 calories per serving and a strict supplementary vitamin regimen made things more bearable, allowing her to spend at least some hours of her day tinkering in her lab before retreating to her room and resigning herself to online shopping for the baby.
Bulma rolled over carefully, trying to find a comfortable position and simply breath through her son's late-night workout. Things would be just fine, her precious baby would be here soon and she was already excited to see everyone's surprised faces in a little over a year when the would meet to face the androids.
The doctor had told her she would likely deliver within the next few weeks, maybe even days, therefore she was having an exceptional day already, only further fueled by the rare fact that she felt unusually energized today. Yes she still looked exhausted and a little on the skinny side, but the crib she had ordered for her lab had been delivered and she had been able to put it together herself. With immense pride, she had been observing her handy work when the computer had chimed alerting her that she was being hailed. Vegeta was hailing her.
Her good mood faltered slightly, they had not spoken since she had initially informed him of this pregnancy, now she was about to deliver in a few weeks and had come to peace at the prospect of doing this all by herself. For a moment she contemplated to simply ignore the call and go about her day, but he was still the father of her child and chances were something was really wrong. Taking a deep breath she sat in her chair at the desk and accepted the call, the screen flickered for a short second and then showed a rather drained Vegeta. He appeared to be just as weary about this call as she was, clearly whatever was wrong required her help and he hated it already. Maybe the pregnancy hormones were playing tricks on her but she thought that for just a split second she saw concern flicker in his eyes as he took her in, wanting to prevent a potential argument she decided to take the first civil step.
"What did you break?"
At the sound of her voice, his eyes snapped to hers before he scowled fiercely at her, arms crossing over his chest in his usual stance before he finally informed her,
"The filtration system for the water is not functioning properly"
"Oh, that's likely a simple fix. Let me run a diagnostic from here, it might take a sec but you can stay on the line" Thank you Kami, this is an easy fix.
She wasted no time pulling up the necessary program to run a diagnostic and then suddenly remembered that she ought to do the same for a new engine prototype she had been trying to fix a few weeks ago. Not particularly keen on socializing with the Prince of all Assholes she found that project in her files and started the same process. Why not kill two birds with one stone?
"You look unwell woman"
His voice suddenly interrupted the silence between them and she was surprised to find him studying her with that same looks in his eyes, she had assumed he was just going to sulk in silence. Bulma certainly did not have anything to say to him, for all she cared her owed her one heck of an apology. Then again he had more or less just voiced concern for her wellbeing, not something Vegeta did on the regular, actually not something he did ever. He was the father of her baby and perhaps he was just unsure of how to actually behave, after all he had the emotional capacity of a toddler. Deciding to be the bigger person she finally spoke,
"I'm doing better than a few months ago. Your son already has your ravenous appetite and I can't seem to eat enough to sate him" she chuckled as if her next words were some kind of inside joke "never thought I would lose weight while being pregnant, he's go- oh here it is, that was quick"
It was indeed a simple fix, the filter needed to be replaced, for some odd reason the computer on board his ship informed her that he had apparently used an unusually high amount of water in the past few months that had to be filtered, thus requiring a replacement for hygienic purposes. The computer had simply shut down any function requiring the use of water till the filter was replaced and the override command was given.
"Are you insane woman!? Where is the god damn incubation pod that brat belongs in?!"
What kind of outlandish nonsense what is Vegeta spewing now? Bulma turned her head away from the screen and fixed her eyes on him. He looked genuinely upset, or was it worried? She was used to his pride and ego loaded speeches about his heritage and strength, but was he seriously criticizing the course of a human pregnancy?! The first few month of her pregnancy had been hormone loaded, but this close to her due-date an unusual calm, i-dont-give-a-fuck, attitude had taken a hold of her.
"Incubation pod? What are you talking about? This is how people have children Vegeta, it's only a few more weeks, why do you even care?"
Bulma could only shake her head at him, she was too exhausted to take a ride on the crazy train and fight with him so she simply redirected her attention to her computer, with a few short clicks she placed where exactly the needed backup filter was located on his ship and what commands he needed for the override. All the while she could see Vegeta sputtering in disbelief at her words, he was likely angry at her for insinuating he had feelings and was, therefore, able to care. Denial was a bitch. Not that she cared.
By the time the surly alien had hung up on her in the middle of her sentence she was too hungry to get worked up. Her unborn son demanded nourishment, and he demanded it now.
It was only 3 weeks later when Bulma awoke to a wet bed and the most excruciating pain she ever felt. Once she made it to her parent's room everything became a wild blur of frenzied movements, doctors being called, her being brought to the infirmary, hushed voices and finally, the doctor informed her that a C-section would be her best option at this point. She was in too much pain to ask questions or protest, her body had provided well beyond its limits in these past few weeks and she was too weak to care about anything but the pain to stop. In her exhausted, fragile and sweaty state she found herself distantly wondering if this was perhaps the reason Vegeta had been so adamant about a, what had he called it, incubation pod? She knew nothing about Saiyan birthing processes and the only thing keeping her from an all out panic attack was her mother's hand in hers.
Then everything went numb and a few moments later she could hear a child, her son, screaming. Everything would be alright, she would be alright. Her mother squeezed her hand again, gushing over how adorable baby Trunks already was, named after her father, and how happy she was.
It wasn't until a few hours later, all stitched up and hydrated that she could fully appreciate the miracle that was her son in peace and quiet. He was tiny and for a moment she could not believe that such a small being could have demanded that much food or delivered kicks that hard, but then he grabbed her fingers and squeezed with so much might she couldn't help but think that it would have made even his father proud.
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