Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ And Baby Makes Four ❯ What am I going to do? ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: *looks at Oolong* I didn't do it.

AN: Review and tell me what you think.

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ChiChi glanced at her watch and sighed. What is taking so long? She needed to pick up her son. She felt bad about leaving Gohan with both Goten and Trunks, but Bulma had been so instant about someone coming with her. They could've left the boys with Goku but they probably would have tricked him into one of their little schemes or they could have left them with Vegeta but that's pretty much like leaving them alone. So Gohan and Videl became the unlucky hosts.

She got up and began to pace. There were only two other people in the waiting room. A dark-hared man who seemed to be completely at ease as he read during his wait. Apparently he had been here before. There was also a pretty blond that flipped through magazine causally as she waited for the receptionist to call her name. ChiChi decided to follow her example and picked up a magazine from the small coffee table and sat down.

She flipped through it for ten minutes before the door swung open. She looked up and smiled as Bulma walked out. Finally.

Bulma had the most dazed expression as she sat down next ChiChi. She didn't say anything for a moment, just stared at the far wall.

When she couldn't take it anymore, ChiChi lightly touched Bulma's shoulder. "Bulma? What is it? What's wrong?"

Bulma turned her head slowly and looked at ChiChi as if just realizing she was there. "I'm pregnant," she said still dazed.

ChiChi's eyes widened in surprise. "You're what?"

"I'm going to have a baby," Bulma said in the same tone.

"Oh, Bulma! This is wonderful!" ChiChi cried grabbing her friend's hand. Why isn't she more excited? She wondered.

The Blond smiled at the two while the man continued to read.

"Bulma, aren't you excited?" ChiChi asked when Bulma still showed no emotion.

Bulma tried to give her a small smile, but her lip began to quiver and a tear rolled down her cheek.

ChiChi frowned. "Bulma?" she questioned.

Tears started falling faster as Bulma said in a watery voice, "I'm pregnant ChiChi. What am I going to do?"

"What do you mean?" ChiChi asked trying to console the upset woman.

"He's going to be so mad at me," Bulma wailed as she fell into ChiChi's arms.

ChiChi stroked her hair and even though she already thought she knew she asked, "Who's going to be mad at you, Bulma?"

"Ve-ve-ge-geta," Bulma said through her sobs.

ChiChi realized that they had the attention of small waiting room. Both people giving them considered looks.

"Bulma? Let's go somewhere and talk, okay?" she said gently handing her a tissue.

Bulma placed herself under some resemblance of control and wiped at her eyes. Head down, she nodded slightly.

Placing a hand under Bulma's elbow, ChiChi walked the woman out to the parking lot. When they reached the red sports car, Bulma handed ChiChi the keys and climbed into the passenger seat.

ChiChi zipped down the road, glancing at her silent passenger the whole way. Bulma stared out the window her thoughts in turmoil.

How could she be so stupid? Just when things were getting good between them, she had to go and get pregnant. Why was she always doing dumb things like this? Wasn't she supposed to a genius? He was going to hate her. Again. Oh Kami, what am I going to do? She wondered as another tear slipped down her cheek.

ChiChi, seeing this, grabbed Bulma's hand and squeezed it gently. Bulma continued to stare out the window.

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They stepped into the café and Bulma went to secure them a table while ChiChi walked over to the counter. She ordered a black coffee for herself and tea for Bulma. She paid for the drinks and carried them over to the table. They sat in silence for a moment, each playing with her drink. Finally, ChiChi broke the silence.

"So why is Vegeta going to be mad at you?"

"Because I'm pregnant. Why else?!" Bulma snapped. She sighed and took a deep breath, "I'm sorry Chi. I'm just really stressed."

ChiChi smiled. "It's okay. I just don't understand why you think he's going to be mad that you're pregnant. It's not like you haven't been before."

"That's exactly why I'm worried!" At ChiChi's frown, Bulma tried to clarify. "He was so angry when he found out about Trunks. I don't think I can go through that again. Not when we're finally starting to build a real relationship." She look up at ChiChi trying to figure out what she was thinking. She looked as if she was trying to understand but she just couldn't. Bulma sighed and slumped in her chair. "Forget it Chi. You'll never understand. You have Goku. He's excited about everything. With Vegeta…well you never know."

"Exactly!" ChiChi said. "If you never know how can you be sure he's going to be angry?"

"I don't know."

"Oh, come on Bulma. A lot has changed. Vegeta's not the same person he was when Trunks was born. He might be excited to have another baby."

Bulma grunted. "I doubt it."

"But," ChiChi said with a smile, "you never know."

Bulma smiled at having her words thrown back at her. "I guess…"

"Come on Bulma. Do like I do with Goku. Give the man a chance to mess up before you get all upset about it. What do you say?" ChiChi said encouragingly.

Bulma sighed. "Okay." She smiled helplessly across the table and said, "That leaves only one problem."

"What's that?"

"How do I tell him?"

ChiChi smiled. "Just leave it to me. We're going to make this a night you'll never forget."

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This will be a two-part fic. I may finish it tonight or work on other one of my many current fics. (I think I'm going to go crazy with all the stories ^_^)