Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ And Baby Makes Four ❯ The Plan ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: *looks at Trunks* If only I had done it. *sigh*

AN: Okay I have a few announcements here. First, if you are reading Cha's Danger In The Horizon then you probably noticed she hasn't updated in a while. Well that's because she's having some problems getting on mediaminer so she wanted me to tell all of you to check her out at Fanfiction.net under her pen name ronin. Second, if you want a really good, original v/b check out Saiyan-jin 44's The Way I Was Before. Third, this story is dedicated to Susan. She'll understand why when she reads this chapter. Okay now for the fic.

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Bulma nervously twisted the simple gold band on her finger. She had only bought it a week and a half ago, deciding that just because she and Vegeta hadn't been married in the traditional sense didn't mean she should be cheated out of her ring. It had taken a week but she had finally convinced Vegeta to start wearing his, occasionally. Will he still wear it after tonight?, she wondered, biting her lip.

"Will you stop worrying," ChiChi said as she put the last curl in Bulma's short blue hair. They had decided that the curls would give her hair the sexy tousled look they needed for ChiChi's plan.

"I'm telling you ChiChi, all this romantic stuff is a waste on Vegeta," Bulma said.

ChiChi sat down the curling iron and gripped Bulma's shoulder. She made eye contact in the mirror in front of them. "Sex is never wasted on a man. Now, stand up. Let's have a look at you," she said.

Bulma sighed and stood. She put her hands on her hips and tilted her hand to the side in question. After a moment she asked, "So, what do you think?"

ChiChi smiled and nodded. Yes, red had been the right choice. After they had left the coffee shop, they had stopped by the flower shop and picked up twelve dozen red roses, then stopped by Victoria's Secret to pick up the red satin bra and panty set with matching garter belt that Bulma now wore. The strappy red sandal heels that she had found in Bulma's shoe closet were a nice touch. The tousled hairstyle added just the right bedroom appeal.

"You look fantastic!" ChiChi said with a smile, "Vegeta won't know if his coming or going."

Bulma smiled. She had to admit she felt very sexy and yet…

"Don't you start that," ChiChi said when the frown appeared on Bulma's face.

"I can't help it ChiChi! I'm so nervous! I don't think I've been this nervous about talking to Vegeta since…well since I had to tell him about-" Bulma's eyes widened as something hit her, "Trunks! ChiChi what I'm I going to do with Trunks. I can't seduce Vegeta with my son in the next room."

ChiChi rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Well…let's see. What can you do with Trunks? I'm sure he would hate the idea of staying the night with his best friend," she said her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Oh, Chi I can't ask you to watch Trunks again! He already stayed with you twice this week-" Bulma protested.

"And I'm sure he won't mind staying for another night. I won't argue with you about this so you might as well just be quiet," she interrupted.

Bulma smiled and nodded her head in defeat.

"Now let's see," ChiChi said examining Bulma's face, "I don't think you should wear any makeup. Well…maybe a little lip gloss," she decided picking a small tube off the vanity. She lightly applied gloss to Bulma's lips then stood back to study her artwork. "Fantastic! You look perfect! I have to say that I really out did myself this time. Now," she said changing subjects, "I'm going to go check on the dinner, while you go and pack something for Trunks, okay?"

"Sure ChiChi," Bulma said as she walked over to the bed and picked up the thin red satin robe, slipped into it, and tied it tight. She followed ChiChi out the room and turned the opposite direction towards her son's room. She quickly placed a few things in a small travel bag then carried it downstairs.

As she reached the bottom of the staircase, the delectable aroma of food grabbed her nose. She entered the kitchen and sat the bag down on the table just as ChiChi removed a party size dish of Lasagna from the oven.

"Oh ChiChi, this smells wonderful!" she exclaimed walking over to the stove.

"Thank you," ChiChi said as she removed her oven mitts and picked up a fork. She picked off a small portion from the corner with the fork then blew on it lightly and offered the bit to Bulma. "Try it and tell me what you think."

Bulma gladly sampled it and almost purred as she swallowed. "It taste just like it smells, absolutely wonderful!"

"Great!" ChiChi said. She then began taking out dishes to set the table with. Bulma helped her.

"ChiChi you know Vegeta's never going to believe that I cooked this," she said after a moment.

"It doesn't matter if you cooked it or not. All that matters is that it's here. With Saiyans, food is always a mood-setter," ChiChi answered.

Finally the table was all set and ChiChi dusted off her hands. "Well it looks like everything's in order," she checked her watch and grimaced. "I better be going. I promised Videl when I called earlier that I would be pick the boys up before dark." She left the kitchen with Bulma in tow. She quickly gathered her things and headed towards the door.

She opened the door then turned back to Bulma. "Okay, everything is ready so all you have to do is light the candles, write the note for Vegeta and spread out the petals. The basket of rose petals is on the end table next to your bed, so don't forget to spread them before he gets here. And remember to just relax and when the moment is right just slip the news in."

Bulma smiled at the brunette. "Thank you so much ChiChi."

"For what?" ChiChi asked with a smile.

"For...my hair and keeping Trunks and well…for just being there. I don't know what I would have done without you today," Bulma said sincerely.

"No problem. I know you would've done the same for me. Come here," ChiChi said holding out her arms. The two women embraced tightly, then ChiChi pulled back slightly.

"Just remember that if you love him you have to trust Vegeta to take the news in stride, okay?"

Bulma sighed and nodded solemnly.

"And smile! You're going to have a baby! It's the happiest time in your life!" she said smiling brightly.

Despite her nervousness, Bulma laughed softly. ChiChi was right. She should be happy! She was going to have a baby, one of the most beautiful occurrences in the universe. Nothing should stop her joy but she knew she couldn't be totally happy until she knew Vegeta was too.

With a few more words in parting, ChiChi climbed behind wheel of her car and drove off. Bulma waved at the car then nervously biting her lip, she reentered the house.

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It was a little past sunset when Vegeta landed on his front porch, not in the best of moods. Every time he and Kakarot got a good sparring match going, the harpy would show up and demand her mate's presence. He had finally gotten the upper hand on the idiot when the loud mouth Kakarot called a mate had pulled up and brought their session to an end. Even though she had been oddly civil, as though trying not to provoke him, she had made it obvious that she wanted him to go home.

Well at least she had had the boy with her so he wouldn't have to deal with the millions of questions the boy always seemed to have lately. Now, the only problem was that the woman might be in a talkative mood. Maybe he'd get lucky and she would be immersed in some new project or another and she had ordered out.

He stepped into the house to silence. He listened closer and could hear music gently playing upstairs but nothing more. Maybe he really had gotten lucky. When the smell of food reached his nose he headed for the kitchen. The Italian feast set across the kitchen table was a complete shock. It looked absolutely delicious. He licked his lips in anticipation as he walked over to the table. He lifted the dish and took a whiff. There was no way the woman had prepared this exquisite meal.

As he sat the dish down, a white sheet of paper caught his eye. He picked it up and read what was written in Bulma's elegant penmanship: Eat Up. He arched an eyebrow and looked down at the table again. You didn't have to tell him twice.

As he finished his meal, he found it odd that she had never come to eat with him, especially with the spread she had left him. She was up to something. He didn't know what it was yet but he would soon.

He got up from the table and walked towards the staircase. He frowned when he reached the staircase and found that it was covered with red rose petals. He levitated to the top of the stair so he wouldn't get any of the flowers on his shoes. The hallway at the top of the staircase was also covered with the flowers, leading all the way to his open bedroom door. He floated over and landed in front of the doorway only to have his jaw drop at the sight before him.

There were candles a light all over the room and soft music was playing over the surround sound speaker system. He remembered her referring to it as `jazz' once. Everything in the room was covered in the red petals including the bed. But nothing was as amazing as Bulma herself. She stood in a thin red satin robe that was hanging off her shoulders. It hung open to revealing nothing more than a red panties and bra set. She was plucking the petals off of a long stem red rose, her attention completely focused on the flower. She pulled one last petal and as she let it fall, her stunning blue eyes captured his shocked ones.

"Welcome home, Vegeta," she said in a sexy rasp.

Vegeta found himself licking his lips for the second time that night. And he had thought dinner had looked delicious!

He took a step into the room but then stopped. His eyes narrowed slightly. He knew a trap when he saw one. Even though she was doing a good job of hiding it, he could feel her anxiety. A benefit of their bond.

"What's going on woman?" he asked.

Bulma only smiled and walked over to a small end table where she sat the rose down and picked up two flute style wine glasses. She walked over to him never breaking eye contact. When she stood no more than two feet away from him she offered the glass to him and he took it hesitantly. He waved the glass under his nose and his brows knitted in confusion.

"Sparkling Cider?" he questioned.

Something flickered in her eyes but she quickly masked it and nodded her head. He hadn't missed the fact that she was ignoring his questions. They sipped from their glasses then Bulma took his glass and sat them both on a table near-by. She moved closer to him and ran her hand down his arms, outlining every well-defined muscle. She pressed her chest to his and, starting with the base, ran her tongue up the side of his neck. She captured his earlobe between her lips and sucked gently. "Vegeta," she whispered into his ear.

"Hmm," he purred letting himself get lost in her ministrations.

"Make love to me," she said nipping at his earlobe.

As stated earlier, you didn't have to tell him twice.

He swooped her up and carried her over to the bed. He laid her down gently and snatched his shirt over his head while she shrugged out of the robe. He joined her on the bed and took a moment to just gaze over her beautiful form. He placed his hand on her collarbone and slowly ran it down between her breast, over her flat, firm belly and rested it between her thighs. Bulma placed her hand on his face and ran it up into his hair. She gently tugged on his head and their lips touched. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and he gently massaged hers with his as his hand massaged her through her panties. They laid that way each simply enjoying dabbling in each other's mouths. Her taste was euphoric and he wanted to taste more.

He broke their kiss and lowered his mouth to the top of her breast. When her nipples peaked under the cloth of her bra, he lowered his mouth slightly and suckled the tight little nubs through the fabric.

Bulma moaned at the contact and rolled her head back forth on the mattress. As much as she was enjoying Vegeta's torturous touch (and believe me she was) she found that she couldn't fully lose herself in the moment as she usually did when in his arms. The thought that she was doing the wrong thing kept running through her mind. It wasn't fair to them or this baby for her to try and trick Vegeta into liking the idea of a new baby. Even if she were able to slip it past him in the heat of passion, there would be hell to pay in the morning when the realization hit him. This was too much like deceit. She couldn't tell him like this.

She placed her hands on his chest and pushed. "Vegeta stop!" she said trying to sit up.

The Saiyan looked at her in confusion. He didn't understand. First she lures him in here and tells him to make love to her then she tells him to stop. The woman was getting stranger and stranger with each passing year. He moved the arm that was pinning her to the bed and set up on the edge of the bed himself.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked in nothing more than pure sexual frustration.

Bulma grabbed the discarded robe and pulled it back on. She stood up and walked to the center of the room facing away from him.

Angry now, he growled, "I asked you a question woman." He immediately regretted his tone when she turned back to him to revel a single tear running down her cheek. "Bulma?" he questioned wanting to understand her reason for tears.

She covered her mouth with her hand as she whispered, "I'm pregnant."

Vegeta's eyes widened in surprise at the soft-spoken words. "What?"

She moved her hand and looked him directly in the eyes. "I'm pregnant," she repeated her voice quivering. The tears began to flow free.

Vegeta was at a loss.

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I know I said two-parter but I had more to write than I thought. Kahlan can understand this ^_~. Next chapter: Veggie's reaction. Thanks for reading.