By Fate, We Fell In Love Chapter 14
Hello there. It's been a minute. But I'm back! There is only 2 more chapters after this. Finally finishing this up after how many years? Sheesh! Please enjoy!
I don't owe DBZ or any of it's characters.
After dark, you were sweet
So emotional, holding me in your strong arms
But the very next day, you were gone
You didn't care how I felt
I couldn't act the way I wanted
Come A Long Way- Sunny Funny (Parappa the Rapper 2…Don't judge me…)
The days felt as they were getting shorter and the time flew by. Every day now for the last month, Vegeta was pushing himself harder than he had done in a while. Extreme times in the GR, extreme gravity limits, extremely training of the body and mind. But no matter what he did, he couldn't reach super Saiyan level. Every time he thought he was close, his body gave in and he would power back down. It angered him so to the point he almost blew the GR up again, this time intentionally.
Vegeta stood in the middle of the GR, hands on his knees, attempting to catch his breath as his power level decreased back to normal. Again, he had failed to ascend to Super Saiyan. He grit his teeth, cursing everything and everyone from Kami on down. He didn't know what he was missing. For the last 2 years, Vegeta had tried everything and pushed himself to the very brinks of his limits and still no SSJ. Slamming his fist down, Vegeta started to think. What could he be doing wrong? What was the missing key? What could be holding him back? As he was deep in thought, the screen lit up, revealing Bulma's face.
"Hey Vegeta, are you coming in to eat? It's getting late," Bulma asked. She was sitting in the lab working alone on some projects. Vegeta growled softly.
"I'm fine, leave me be," Vegeta finally spoke.
"Fine then, Grouchy Pants," Bulma said, turning off the monitor. Vegeta stood up, stretching, ready to start again. The GM was a great tool for his training sessions but even that was starting to not be enough anymore. He knew he needed something else but he wasn't too sure of what just yet. But he had to find out if he was going to be able to surpass Kakarot. Vegeta prepared himself and started powering up again, attempting to break through the glass ceiling he kept hitting.
Vegeta floated above the mountain range, looking down at the wildlife, rivers, and valleys that flowed through them. It was peaceful. Serene. Quiet. And he was growing to hate all of it. Initially when he was brought to Earth via Purunga, he was prepared to never see the blue and green planet again. After several months of looking for Kakarot with no such luck, he had no choice but to return. Unfortunately, the only coordinates in the ship were for Capsule Corp.; he figured it was a start. He was never interested in staying for an extended time once he found Kakarot, yet he was roped into preparing for these androids. He didn't know why he cared. The androids were the Earthling problems, not his. And here he was, staring at the beauty of this foreign planet he's been on for 2 years. All of this could have been avoided. He didn't have to stay at Capsule Corp. but that damn woman. She just had to come around and peak his interest. Her wit and personality, as much as he didn't want to admit, mirrored his own. Somewhere along the way, she captivated him and now here he was; confused, staring at the Earth he once wanted gone. Who was he kidding, there was nothing out in space for him anymore. Frieza was gone and he was his employer. Planet Vegeta was gone and there were no more Saiyans left, except for Kakarot and the future fighter. But Vegeta couldn't help but to think that if he had went with his first mind, he probably would have transformed by now. It was a toll on him that he couldn't shake and he was growing to be disappointed in himself.
What am I really doing here? I can't be a family man…I'm a Saiyan royal who needs to find his destiny…not this...
Bulma was walking around the kitchen, making herself some lemon and orange infused water. Lately, all she craved was the infused water, steak, and hamburgers. She was well into her last trimester and her stomach was huge. If she thought her stomach was large before, she wasn't prepared for how much bigger it had gotten. Most of the time, she felt as if she was waddling and her back ached. She took a big gulp, looking out the window. Just when she thought things were getting better with Vegeta, here he was, disappearing every now and then and becoming angrier with things, similarly to how he was when he initially arrived to her home. She didn't understand his change in his behavior and why he was suddenly cold. She thought she had finally gotten through to him and he dropped his façade that he didn't care. It was like taking one step forward and ten back with Vegeta sometimes.
Later that week, Bulma decided to do a quick maintenance check on the Gravity Machine. She was almost certain that Vegeta was not using it that day. She thought she saw him take off into the sky early that morning but she was half awake at the time. She gathered her tool box and headed out to the GM without being spotted by her father or mother. She opened the door, greeted by cool air and lights. The inside looked held together well, no missing pieces of metal or dings/dents in the walls/ceiling. And for that, Vegeta deserved a cookie for being a good boy and not destroying nice things. Fearing running into the moody prince, Bulma quickly removed the control panel shield and hooked up a scanner to run a quick maintenance check. Numbers and information darted across the screen, checking every single thing for any defects or flaws in the machinery or wiring. Bulma's mind began to drift as she looked around the large space. She looked at the screen above, remembering Vegeta blowing himself up. She smiled as she remembered that day.
Bulma was sitting with her mother, enjoying some pastries her mother got from a local bakery. Vegeta had been out training all day and her mother was gushing on how admiral she thought his dedication was and hinting slightly on the lines of committing adultery. Bulma, bored out of her mind and lonely, rolled her eyes and tried to drown out her mother's words. Next thing she knew, the entire compound was shaking, knocking her cupcake into her nose and her mother's cake into her eye.
"What the actual fuck?!" Bulma exclaimed once the shaking stopped, attempting to remove frosting from her face. Dr. Briefs stood by the window facing the backyard.
"Wow, he has done it. He blew up the machine," Dr. Briefs said nonchalantly, thinking about the additional work he had coming up for himself. He just fixed the robots, for goodness sakes.
"What?!" Bulma exclaimed, looking out the window, seeing the destruction. Bulma turned on her heel, running out the backdoor. Yamcha just happened to be walking up to Capsule Corp when all the commotion began.
"What the hell was that?" Yamcha asked, a bit concern that Vegeta had attacked the family. He noticed Bulma was running with a panic look on her face. He followed her, attempting to find out what was happening.
Bulma let out a laugh as she thought about the look on Yamcha's face when she ran over, moving debris out the way, trying to get to Vegeta and the way she cared over him when he passed out shortly after. Vegeta had scolded her the next day when she attempted to get him out of the GM. She looked over at the scanner and saw it was still running. The control panel reminded her of the 2nd time they made love. Right on the controls in the dark of the GM. The only light was coming in from the windows. This room was probably the place where her unborn child was conceived. Who knows? She remembered all the times she would come sneak a peek at him working out or check to make sure he was still alive. As she thought about the changes of their relation towards one another, Bulma realized that the last 2 years have been nothing but a roller coaster of emotions. Bulma felt a kick from the baby. She sighed and rubbed her belly. After having this baby, life is going to an even longer roller coaster.
Bulma looked at the finished work in front of her. She somehow was able to manipulate enough fabrics to make a similarly made Saiyan suit. She checked it's durability one last time before packaging it up to give to Vegeta. Bulma smiled to herself. Hopefully this would be the thing to pull him out of his bad mood. Dr. Briefs walked into the lab with some students following behind him. He was showing them where they would be performing tests and experiments. Bulma smiled at the bright eyed students coming into the laboratory.
"Here, you all will learn what goes into making dino caps work and how they work," Dr. Briefs said, noticing Bulma sitting at her desk. "And once she is off maternity leave, you will work with Bulma, my daughter, as well," Dr. Brief said. Bulma waved at the students as they greeted her.
"I can't wait to work with you all!" Bulma said, cheerfully.
"However, Ms. Briefs shouldn't be in here, working on projects on the account that she is 9 months pregnant," Dr. Briefs said, giving Bulma a hint that she should not be in the lab. Bulma rolled her eyes, getting up from her desk.
"I was just leaving to give this to Vegeta, " Bulma said, grabbing the Saiyan suit and walking pass the students and her father. "Bye Dad!" Bulma said before leaving up the stairs to get to the kitchen. It was a bit after lunch and since Vegeta didn't make it to lunch, she betted that he was in there eating around now. As by habit, Vegeta was in the kitchen, eating in silence. Bulma slipped in, unable to hide the huge smile on her face.
"Hey Sourpuss. Got you something," Bulma said, walking over to the table. Vegeta looked up from his meal to see Bulma standing in front of him smiling.
"And that would be?" It couldn't be the child she was carrying. Because she clearly still looked pregnant. Bulma pulled out the new suit and armor from behind her back. She slid it across the table to him, smiling as he looked at it. Vegeta eyed it before picking it up to examine the material. It was incredible; it felt just like an original suit that he could have gotten from Frieza's ship. The armor stretched just like an original and was lightweight.
"Feels like the real thing doesn't it?" Bulma said, smirking, proud of herself. Vegeta had to admit, she had done it.
"Pretty close, Woman," Vegeta said placing the armor back on the table.
"Told you I would figure out the material. Took me long enough, but I got it," Bulma said. "It should hold up the same."
Vegeta nodded his head before turning back to his meal. Bulma turned her head slightly to look at him.
"Um, you're welcome?" Bulma said, irritated. Vegeta continued to ignore her, increasing her irritation. Bulma turned on her heel, stomping out the kitchen before muttering audibly "asshole" before completely leaving the kitchen. It kind of pissed Bulma off that after all that work she put into the damn thing that he couldn't even say two words to her, even if they were just insults. Bulma stomped her way to her room. What she wouldn't give for a cigarette or a shot right now.
Bulma ignored Vegeta the rest of the night and was angry that he hadn't spoken a word to her the rest of the day. She couldn't do the things she used to that made her happy like smoking or drinking, so she pulled on a pair of overalls and headed to the garage. Even if she couldn't do anything, at least she could yell at someone for doing things wrong. Bulma stormed across the yard, avoiding the Gravity Machine. She stormed into the garage and to her luck, it was almost empty, minus a couple of cars and they looked almost completed. Bulma growled, walking into the office. She looked at the appointment book and it seemed as they had no more appointments until after 3 and it was 10 a.m. Bulma threw down the book and sat down in frustration. She needed to do something to get rid of this anger. She logged on to the computer to check her emails, seeing if she had any orders to deal with at least. One of the mechanics was walking pass the office when he noticed Bulma sitting at the desk, pouting. He stopped in his tracks before poking his head in.
"Uh, Ms. Briefs, should you been here, you know, with your condition and all?" He asked. Bulma, without moving her head, closed her eyes and opened them in his direction, giving him the most menacing look. He didn't wait for her to say anything to him before scurrying off, frightened. Bulma averted her eyes back to the computer. As her luck changed, she had a large order for campers and small living quarters. Finally, something to get her mind off Vegeta. She went into their online inventory, checking to see how many of the needed items they had and how many they needed to get in production. As she went along with setting up the inventory, she heard someone coming in the office. Seeing as there were plenty of mechanics in the garage currently, she didn't bother to look up.
"Hey there," a familiar voice said, walking into the office. Bulma looked up to see Yamcha standing in front of the desk. She smiled and greeted him. "What are you doing out here?" Yamcha asked.
"Hoping to get some work done," Bulma answered, finishing up what she was doing. She would have to get the lab to start on the remaining items needed. "How did you know I was out here?" Bulma asked, typing away.
"The frightened mechanic said you were in here as he ran pass me, almost in tears," Yamcha said, pointing behind him. Bulma slightly chuckled. She was going to miss the increase of fear that she gained from her pregnancy.
"Haven't seen you in a while. What brings you out this way?" Bulma asked. She hadn't seen Yamcha since she told him she didn't want to be in a relationship with him at all. Though she had spoken to him on the phone every now and then, they hadn't seen one another.
"Just wanted to check on you, that's all," Yamcha said, leaning back on his heels. Bulma nodded, finishing up her email to production. She wished she could get to the lab to get the shipment started but her father was being more than overprotective about her going to the lab with her so close to her due date. Bulma looked over at Yamcha, who was currently talking about something that occurred at his last endorsement meeting. Bulma mentally rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe how long she lasted with him. In the beginning, it was fresh and new. Or she was fresh. He was her first real boyfriend. He was the bad guy reformed and she liked to believe that she had something to do with that. They broke up a handful of times, but they always got back together. That was before Vegeta stepped into her life. But here, with him standing in front of her, she couldn't believe at one time, she wanted to be with him for the rest of her life. Bulma smirked to herself as she admired how much she has grown and changed in the last 10 years.
"Hey Yamcha?" Bulma said, smiling at him and interrupting his story.
"Yeah? What's up?" he asked. Bulma stood up and slid out her overall, which she was wearing a pair of capri leggings and a maternity t shirt and blue Converses shoes.
"I could really use lunch. Let's get out of here and go find some," Bulma said, wadding around the desk to face him. Yamcha smiled at her, offering his arm.
"Of course," he said, walking out arm and arm with his ex-fiancé.
Vegeta angerly pushed himself to his utmost limits in the Gravity Room. The robots buzzed all about him, attacking at will. Vegeta was mentally distracted, thinking about the unborn baby. In a few weeks or less, Bulma would be delivering a baby and that meant he was going to be a father. The idea both sickened him with nerves and excited him that someone would be carrying his bloodline, even though that child would be half human. Vegeta nearly got hit in the face with a robot. He ducked out the way to avoid being hit, while dodging another robot heading his way. Vegeta refocused his mind on his training as the stimulation restarted. Vegeta powered up and prepared himself. He returned back to dodging robots, moving through the GM in barely visible speed. His mind was focused on the task when a thought to name the baby Vegeta III. Vegeta became distracted again and almost got hit in his face again by an attacking robot. Right as Vegeta was avoiding the robot, another one came around from the back, knocking him to the floor. Vegeta growled, slamming his fist down on the ground with a roaring yell. He got up and turned off the GM, flying out the door, taking to the sky. He needed to take his frustration out on another uninhabited island.
As Vegeta flew off in anger, all he could think about is why he couldn't get his mind off the unborn child. He saw the child in his dreams, it plagued his thoughts, and took his concentration away from training. He had to find some way to put his mind back on training and away from the two weaklings. Maybe he would go out into the ice caps, forcing his mind to think about the harsh weather and training to survive and transform. He decided on leaving to train out there for tomorrow. Today, he needed to let out some steam.
Bulma paced the kitchen floor as she was on hold on the phone. She was making a call to another business that sold their capsules. She was doing an inventory check, seeing as she was not going to get into the lab this week with her father being home. She was nibbling on some sliced carrots and apples as she waited. A swift kick from the growing child stopped her pacing as she held onto her left side where the kick originated. Bulma growled as she silently cursed the child. Every day, the movements from the unborn infant were quicker and stronger than the last. And personally, Bulma was almost to the point of making herself go into labor to end her misery.
"Ouch kid, could you please stop trying to hurt Mommy?" She asked, continuing to rub her stomach and started her pacing again. "Daddy does enough of that on his own," Bulma said, half smiling at her sick joke. It was nothing to laugh at but it was all she could do to keep herself from crying. Every day, Vegeta was becoming worse. It was almost as if he was angry with her. She didn't understand. She could almost see the same Vegeta that she saw on Namek in his eyes at times and it scared the hell out of her. What if Vegeta was turning back into that person again? What if he was planning to hurt her and the baby? Bulma shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts again. That was silly. He once cared. Maybe he was just as nervous as she was about this new change in their lives. Maybe he was still trying to fight the feelings he had deep for her. Maybe once he saw their child, things would go back to the way they were when she decided to give up everything for him. Bulma huffed as she threw away her remains from her snack. "Maybe you're being a delusional bitch," Bulma said as toss the napkin forcefully into the garbage can.
"Hello, Ms. Briefs?" a voice was heard from the speaker on the phone. Bulma smacked herself in the forehead in disbelief. She forgot she was still on hold. Bulma ran back to the phone, responding in a forced friendly tone.
"Yes, Mrs. Tims, I'm still here. Do you have the needed items in question?"
Vegeta was taking a small break from training in the frigid mountains. He had been up there for almost 2 days now. Still no break into the super Saiyan mode. Vegeta sat, eating a giant elk he hunted down and cooked on his open fire. It was strange how the smallest, most seemingly unconnected things often brought his mind back to Bulma. As he sat on a rock, chowing down, he thought about Bulma barbequing the day he returned to planet Earth.
Vegeta sat around the table with the weakest of the Z fighters, Krillin, Puar, Oolong, and Yamcha, Yamcha being the most annoyed by Vegeta's presence. Vegeta never fully looked at Yamcha, but he could definitely feel the tension in the air coming from the human. Vegeta honestly didn't know anything about humans and their traditions, but watching the woman and the beta male interact, Vegeta could tell they were mates. But something seemed off about them. He wasn't sure what it was, but the beta male seemed to irritate the woman more than one should, being her mate and all. Vegeta also noticed that the woman was doting on him a lot, outside of giving him that ridiculous shirt and pants to wear. She was very nice to him, like she didn't know who he was. He just stolen her father's ship and before that, he was taking the dragon balls from her and Kakarot's brat, and the very first thing was him going to destroy Earth the first time he came here! It was very bizarre to Vegeta. Her kindness didn't seem forced like someone afraid to anger him at the very thought that he would kill them. It was…genuine.
Needless to say, Vegeta figured out that Bulma wasn't always so kind. Sometimes she was a real pain in his ass. Sometimes, the thought to end her life sounded like a good idea. But he could never bring himself to it. She matched his wit and it was entertaining to be around her. Vegeta never really had a connect with someone before in all his years. Nappa was literally a foot soldier for him to command and boss around, even though the Saiyan was at least 15 years his senior. And don't get him started on the dumb ass Radditz. He had ONE job and couldn't manage it. Maybe that's why Vegeta was so lost in the way he communicated with Bulma and his feelings for her. He never let anyone get close enough to understand him outside of his anger and pride. Yet, here he was, trying to avoid her eyes because she knew when he was hurting and when he was upset. She knew what buttons to push and the right words to say to get him going and soothe him at the same time. It was that very connection to her that he believed was destroying him. Vegeta pushed his body, mind, and spirit to its utmost limits each and every day, risking his life with starvation, dehydration, pain, and slow decent into madness. Yet, through it all, he couldn't even see the light that was the ascension to Super Saiyan. It was depressing. It was sad. It was torture.
When Vegeta finally returned to Capsule Corp, it was already late into the night and just about every light in the mansion was turned off. Vegeta entered through the back door as usual and by memory, made his way towards the stairs without turning on any lights. When he got to the living room, he noticed that the TV was on and someone was sleeping on the couch that faced directing towards the TV. Curious, Vegeta peered over the side of the couch, approaching it silently. He saw the blue curls first, lying over a pillow, perfectly placed. He saw her face, expecting softly closed lids, instead of her cerulean blue eyes and that's when he realized that she wasn't sleeping. Her eyes were open, fixated on the show playing. By this time, it was too late. His shadow completely covered her face and she looked up to see what was behind her. Vegeta's face grew red with embarrassment. She was not supposed to see him staring at her as she "slept". Bulma's eyes were met with Vegeta's own dark eyes staring at her, eyes wide in surprise and confusion. Immediately, the quiet house was interrupted by the screech Bulma let out in fear and surprise. Bulma leaned back, almost sliding backwards off the couch, screaming before she realized that it was only Vegeta standing there and not a robber. She didn't hear him come in at all through the movie she was watching. It didn't help matters that she was watching The Strangers.
"What the fuck are you doing, Vegeta?" Bulma yelled out once more as she tried to get her large pregnant form off the low couch without falling. Vegeta was still red as he tried to construct a good explanation. "You idiot!" Bulma said, finally able to scramble off the couch. "You almost sent me into labor!" Bulma barked. After the name calling and yelling, Vegeta snapped out of his embarrassment to bark back at her.
"Who are you calling an idiot?" Vegeta growled.
"You!" Bulma yelled, throwing a pillow at him. "It's almost 2 in the morning. What are you doing creeping in behind me like that?" Bulma said, cursing under her breath as she realized she knocked over her glass of water in all the commotion. Bulma stomped passed Vegeta as she went into the kitchen to get a towel to clean up her mess.
"If you weren't such a weak human being, you would have sensed me nearby," Vegeta snubbed. "You better get better at that, you are having a Saiyan child," Vegeta added. Bulma walked back into the living room, glaring at Vegeta the whole time. Even as she lowered herself into a squat to wipe the floor, she never took her eyes off him. This slightly frightened Vegeta more than anything she or anyone else ever said to him in his entire life. Fighting Frieza was less intimating than the look Bulma had.
"Oh, so you remember that I'm pregnant? Could have fooled me, seeing at you're never around nor ask me how I'm doing. It's not like it's YOURS or anything," Bulma spat out finally.
"I have more important matters at hand," Vegeta replied flatly. Bulma tilted her head to the right slightly in disbelief.
"Oh, I'm sorry that me getting pregnant was a roadblock in your failed attempts into transforming. Sorry that I'm such a burden," Bulma replied, cutting him with her tongue. Being pregnant gave Bulma confidence through the roof. She saw the slight twitch of Vegeta's arm after what she said fully set in. Vegeta's demeanor grew darker.
"Watch it, Woman. You're playing with fire," Vegeta growled out. Bulma shook her head.
"You know what? Screw you Vegeta. I don't need this or you," Bulma said, walking pass him the best she could with the added weight in front of her. "I hate you!" Bulma added, heading towards the stairs.
"Hmph, as if," Vegeta mumbled out. He turned on his heel, heading towards the kitchen. Screw her. He was going to become a Super Saiyan, even if it killed him. He would show her and everyone else. Vegeta was surprised by his own reaction. Any other day, had Bulma uttered those words to him, it would have been a death match of words and a possible near death experience for Bulma. But all he could feel was defeated and he hated that she was able to make him feel that way. Stupid ass woman.
As Bulma was storming up the stairs, she felt a sharp pain rip through her abdomen. She stopped halfway up the stairs, grabbing her belly. As quickly as it came, it left her. She continued up the stairs, going in her room, slamming her door shut. What was that? Bulma thought. She rubbed her stomach, feeling as her baby moved around. She probably upset the baby with all the yelling that just occurred in the living room. Bulma heard Vegeta walking in the hall a few minutes later and heard his door shut. She took a deep breath before getting herself ready for bed.
That morning, of course, Vegeta was gone again. Surprise, surprise. Bulma walked into the kitchen where there was nothing but breakfast at the table. She looked at the time, seeing that it was 10 am. Everyone probably ate already at this time. Bulma shrugged her shoulders. It was probably for the best. She wasn't in the mood to see or talk to anyone right now. She grabbed a bowl full of fruit, seeing as it was the baby's favorite thing to eat, besides meat. About halfway through her meal, the pain from last night came back. This time it lasted a few seconds longer than the last time. Bulma held her belly, waiting for the pain to slow down. She stood up and the pain disappeared. From her pregnancy books she read through, she remembered reading that Braxton-Hicks contractions could be soothed by movement or position change and would determine if the contractions were real or not. Since the pain stopped once she stood up, Bulma sighed with relief before climbing back into her seat.
"Settle down in there. It's not time to surprise me yet," Bulma said soothingly to her abdomen, giving it a small pat.
The rest of her day, she kept having similar pain in irregular intervals that lasted a few seconds before stopping. It was becoming annoying more than it hurt. The one time she needed her mother and she was nowhere to be found. Bulma was lying on the couch, growing anxious as she waited for another jolt of pain to pass her abdomen and back. The TV was no longer distracting her as she was too fixated on making sure she wasn't going into labor. Bulma drummed her fingers on her abdomen as she tried watching talk shows hosts and their antics of day time television. Bulma jumped as the phone next to her began to ring, shocking and scaring her at the same time. She quickly picked it up, hoping it was her mother.
"Hello?" Bulma answered rather quickly.
"Hey there," Yamcha voice echoed back to her. Disappointed, Bulma sighed.
"Hey Yamcha, what's up?"
"Nothing much, I was checking up on you. Everything ok? You sound stressed," Yamcha asked. Bulma bit her lip, debating whether or not she should tell Yamcha what was going on. But anyone was better than no one at this time.
"Umm, yeah. I'm a little anxious. Are you busy? Can you come sit with me? I'm alone and I just really want someone near me right now," Bulma confessed, hoping he said yes.
"Yeah, of course. I'll be there soon," Yamcha said. They exchanged good byes and hung up. Bulma felt the pain coming back and this time, it was stronger and longer.
Yamcha walked into the living room where he found Bulma, curled up on the couch, looking scared and in pain. Yamcha hurried to her side, touching her head with the back of his hand. She looked diaphoretic and her skin was cool to the touch.
"Bulma, are you ok?" Yamcha asked with worry coating his voice. "You're not looking so hot. Is the baby ok?" Bulma nodded her head as she felt another pain coming.
"Yes. I will be but I'm pretty sure I'm going into labor," Bulma responded through her pain. Yamcha's eyes grew as he began to panic.
"Ok! What do we do? Do you need towels? What about water? Do you need to push?" Yamcha rambled on, looking around the living room for anything Bulma might have needed at that time. Bulma grabbed Yamcha's arm, slowing him to a stop.
"No. What I need you to do is get my packed bag out of my closet and call my doctor. I'm going to call my mom to come back home now. I need you to stay calm, Yamcha," Bulma said quietly and calmly. It was quite eerie how collective her words were. Yamcha simply nodded his head and went to her room to find her back as requested. Bulma sighed as another contraction finished again. She grabbed her phone and called her mother's cell phone, hoping she didn't leave her phone in the house somewhere. Finally on the 6th ring, her mother finally answered the phone.
"Hello Bulma how are you?" her mother said cheerfully into the phone.
"Not too hot right now. Mom, I think I'm going into labor. I'm having contractions, they feel at least 3 minutes apart now." Bulma said calmly as she got off the couch, looking for her purse. She looked up and found it on her kitchen counter. Bulma pulled the phone from her ear as she heard her mother scream in excitement. She vaguely heard her that she would be at the hospital before hanging up. Bulma shook her head and put the phone back on the charge port as Yamcha ran back down the stairs.
"I called the office number and they said they will tell your doctor. She should be at the hospital soon," Yamcha said, holding her bag. "Do you need anything else?"
"No let's go, "Bulma said, going towards the front door. Yamcha stopped, looking out the back door at the gravity machine. It appeared off but it wouldn't be hard to pin point Vegeta's ki.
"Do you want me to get Vegeta?" Yamcha asked. He rather not but figured it would be a nice gesture. Bulma kept going to the front door.
"Screw him," she said, getting in her shoes. Yamcha just looked at her before following suite and leaving out the front door
Everything was moving so quickly. The minute Bulma got to the hospital, they threw her in a wheelchair and took her upstairs to labor and delivery where they stripped her naked and got an IV in her immediately, all why another nurse checked to see how dilated she was. When she got to the hospital she was already 8 cm dilatated. It seemed like her Braxton Hicks contractions were actual contractions. The baby also seemed distressed so they had Bulma on oxygen. And by this time her contractions were extremely painful but they were concerned about the baby, she was unable to get an epidural. When the nurse checked her, her water broke immediately and her contracts intensified with the eruption of the water.
Bulma was lying on her left side, trying to breathe through the current contraction ripping through her body. Bulma gritted her teeth, swearing to never let another man touch her, let alone get her pregnant again. Yamcha stood by rubbing her back as her mother bounced around the room, trying to distract Bulma from her pain. Her father sat in the corner of the room, reading a magazine from Bulma's labor bag. Bunny was on her 3rd story about the pastry shop when Bulma couldn't take it anymore.
"Mother PLEASE shut the hell up!" Bulma shouted. Bunny stopped midsentence and Dr. Brief looked up from the article he was reading. Even Yamcha stopped comforting her. The room sat deadly silent and only the baby's heartbeat could be heard coming from the monitor. Once Bulma's contraction stopped, she looked over at her mother who looked hurt. Bulma sighed before apologizing.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I'm just in a lot of pain right now. I rather just sit quietly," Bulma said, preparing herself for the next contraction. This one felt different. Over the last 2 hours, her contractions had gotten worse but she felt this need to push. "I think…I think it's time to push." Bulma said sitting up in the bed. Bunny instantly move to where Yamcha was standing.
"Yamcha, go get the nurse and tell her Bulma's ready please!" Bunny said, shooing him out. Dr. Brief took this time to leave as well.
"Well Bulma, I'll be waiting for the little peanut when he/she arrives. Good luck, sweetie," he said, kissing her forehead before walking out and almost getting ran over by the nurses.
Vegeta returned to Capsule Corp rather early. He couldn't shake this feeling that something bad had happened. When he got there, the entire house was empty with all the light out. Which was strange. It was only 9 pm. Usually, someone was up. Vegeta walked in the back door, looking around for anyone. No one's ki was nearby but he did sense they were all together somewhere else. They all felt normal except for Bulma's, who he felt rising and dropping in a pattern. And the unborn baby's felt different than it normally did. It usually was mixed with Bulma's but now, it felt away from her. Not far but it wasn't mixed. Vegeta wasn't a dull man; it only took him a few moments to realize Bulma was having the baby. Vegeta started to run out the door to fly to her when he stopped on his heel. Why did he care? The baby would come back to Capsule Corp eventually. But he had this nagging pain that he should be there with her. But he wasn't sure if she would be happy to see him since he had been more than dismissive lately towards her. Vegeta pondered his actions a bit longer before he decided against his Saiyan nature and left to head towards her Ki.
Bulma laid, exhausted in the bed. She was completely right when she felt the need to push. 10 minutes later, out came a lavender haired little boy. She cried immediately when she saw him lying in the nurse's arms. The doctor hadn't made it in time, therefore the nurses were the ones delivering her baby. He was adorable. A tuff of lavender hair on his head and bright blue eyes. Too bad he had a scowl on his face that was rememorate of Vegeta's. But he was perfect in every way. She decided on naming him Trunks. It fit perfectly with her name. She thought about Vegeta Jr. but that didn't roll off the tongue well. He laid in his bassinet next to her, sleeping his left away. She was sure he was exhausted as well. Bulma closed her eyes to get some rest. Shortly after she closed her eyes, she could hear a commotion in the hall. She opened her eyes to hear the nursing staff telling someone to wait and what sound like people running. Bulma growled and frowned, already know what was coming. Moments later, Vegeta was walking in her room, arms crossed, scowl on. Two nurses and security following right behind. Well, at least he used the entrance like a normal person.
"Looks who's here," Bulma said vindictively. Vegeta guessed this much. She was still peeved.
"Ms. Brief, I'm so sorry. We tried to stop him-" one of the nurses stammered out.
"It's fine. He can stay," Bulma said, nodding her head. The hospital staff nodded as well, walking out to leave the parents. Vegeta looked to her left and saw there was a small child in a plastic container. He walked over to it, ignoring Bulma's evil stare. Vegeta looked over into the bassinet and small a small version of himself. It was rather creepy. He reached in to grab him when Bulma freaked out.
"Be careful! He's delicate!" Bulma said, reaching out towards Vegeta. His eye twitched to her telling him what to do.
"I know that, Woman!" Vegeta yelled back. He really didn't know that but she didn't have to yell it at him. He picked up his son slow, holding him in his hands awkwardly.
"Watch his head like this," Bulma said, showing Vegeta how to hold him by mimicking as if she was holding a baby. Vegeta adjusted his self and Trunks yawned big as he turned him to look at him. Vegeta wanted to smile. His son was like Kakarot's son. He looked just like him. Trunks took this time to finally open his eyes again and revealed blue eyes like Bulma. Vegeta frown at this discovery.
"His eyes is blue," he said still staring at the baby.
"And his hair is lavender," Bulma said with a smile. Vegeta was a bit disappointed her genes were so strong. But the scowl on Trunks' face was definitely his. No denying that. Even with the blue eyes, he looked like Vegeta. "His name is Trunks." Bulma said softly watching Vegeta carefully hold the baby and stare lovingly at him. Vegeta was surprised on how he felt. Was this…joy? Pride in someone else? One thing that rang true in that moment was Vegeta knew he would never be the same again.
Ending the chapter on a high note but the drama will be back because yall seen the show, yall know what happens next. Please review!