Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bulma's Tears ❯ Bulma's Tears 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Title: Bulma's Tears Chapter 2

Author: Hentai

Warnings: Angst. Birth…not really a warning, just that it has been overdone, but this story has begun to write itself, so whine to my muses, ok? ^_^

Disclaimer: I own nothing, have no money and it would be a waste of time to sue me. So there :p

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Bulma paced in her lab for another hour before running the test again. Her thoughts were running rampant through her mind, most of them incoherent at the time. All that she knew was that Vegeta may not welcome this child into the world. If he did not want the boy, then she knew that the Z Fighters would protect them, but then what would happen to Vegeta? She had to admit to herself sooner or later that she loved him.

She started at the thought. Somewhere along the line she had fallen for him. She was in love with the Proud Prince. She felt no shame, only sadness. Did he return her feelings? Would he ever? She shook herself as the machine beeped once again.

"Congratulations! You are expecting a boy!" The mechanical voice informed her once again. She retook the test four times, finally giving up. For the first time in her life, she had no genius plan for how to go about this. She hadn't really thought of motherhood, not even with Yamcha. It was the last thing on her mind when she was with Vegeta. How would the arrogant and prideful Prince handle it?

She could always use the fact that he and Goku were the last of their kind, besides Gohan, and for the Saiya-jin race to survive, they needed to breed. After all, Goku could not repopulate the Saiya-jin race by himself, though she was sure he enjoyed trying. The thought brought a smile to her lips. This was the logical way to go about it, but Vegeta wasn't the type to let logic rule him. His pride did that enough.

The thought of terminating the pregnancy ran through her head, she waved the thought away with a frown and a brush of her hand. Not an option. <But if he didn't want the child, would he take matters into his own hands?> The thought kept creeping into her mind, making her shiver.

She felt like this was right, like the child within her had a purpose. Little Trunks was a gift from Kami, she was sure. Bulma suddenly smiled and wrapped her arms around her stomach.

<Trunks.>

Where had that come from? She liked it.

"Little Trunks, my aisoku, I will do anything to keep you safe. That's what mothers do after all." Bulma felt a soft, reassuring heat through her stomach. As she watched, it began to glow white. She smiled and patted her stomach.

She crumpled to the floor as her legs gave out on her. She really was pregnant. The thought wistfully swam through her mind as she blacked out.

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Bulma awoke to Vegeta's low growl. He was standing over her, scowling.

"V-Vegeta!" she said, eyes flittering to the machine on the counter as she sat up. Had he read it? If he had, was this the end of her and Little Trunks? She stood, wrapping her arms around her stomach protectively. As if to confirm her unasked question, Vegeta turned to the machine.

"Expecting someone are we?" He said as he placed his fingertips lightly on the screen. <A child…a son> he thought. He felt mixed emotions rise within him. Pride at the fact that he was going to be a father, strange emotions towards the woman…<A demi-saiya-jin…nothing but a half breed!> something said in his mind. He closed his eyes and turned on Bulma. When he opened them, they were flaring with anger.

"I will not allow my royal blood to be tainted in such a way! This child will not be born!" he yelled at her. Bulma whimpered but stood her ground.

"This child is a part of me too Vegeta! If you don't want him, then leave! No one asked you to stay on Earth!" She yelled back, her eyes full of a mixture of anger and fear for her child.

"I am of royal blood, woman!! I will not allow this!" He took a step towards her, his hand beginning to glow as he raised it towards her.

"Vegeta, no please…" Bulma begged as she began to cry. She looked for a way out and realized that she would never make it in time. She closed her eyes in fear. <I'm sorry aisoku, I cannot protect you, he is so much stronger than I am.>

<Don't worry Mother, he will not hurt you. > She blacked out again as she heard Trunks in her mind.

Vegeta was taken by surprise as once again Bulma's face changed. Before him stood a mixture of Bulma, and someone he instinctively knew was the child. The ki rising in the body made their hair blow back behind them.

"I will not allow you to hurt us, Father."

Vegeta's arm wavered slightly. <So this is my son.> He could feel the boys' ki rising, just enough to show Vegeta he was serious. The ki, as small as it was at the moment was intense, the force pushing Vegeta back only a little. <He is not even born and yet, he is so powerful!> Vegeta thought. At that moment, he made a decision. The child would live, if only to please his rising curiosity of the boys powers. If it were true about the mixture of Saiya-jin and Earthling blood, then this boy could become more powerful than Kakkarott's whelp. A smile of pride crossed Vegeta's face momentarily.

Vegeta's hand dropped, reabsorbing his ki. He looked up at the boy <my son>, his eyes sad for a moment before he turned on his heal and took to the air, not bothering with the door, just blasting right through it.

Bulma suddenly came to as Vegeta blasted the doors open and flew through. <What just happened?>

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Bulma left her lab with the printout from the machine. She needed to talk to Chi-Chi. She would know how to handle this, after all, it was not a normal pregnancy and Chi-Chi had been through it. Before she left, she needed a bath. She felt weary and tired, as if she had been working for days on end with no rest. She sank into the tub and began to cry.

If she could have changed any of it, what would it have been? She didn't want to forget the pleasure that she and Vegeta had shared, but she did wish that given the circumstances, things had been different.

<Like what, Mother?>

"I wish I never would have fallen in love with the baka!" She screamed out loud.

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Vegeta stood outside Bulma's bathroom door. He didn't really know why he was there. He had followed her from her lab. He stood there, scowling and confused. Then he heard her yell that she loved him. He was caught off guard at this turn. He had thought that they had shared only physical pleasures. He understood the emotion, but had never felt it. At least not to his knowledge. He supposed that he had loved his father, but she meant in a different way.

He clenched his hands into fists and grit his teeth. No matter how many times he told himself that love was a petty human emotion, he felt it rising within himself. It was like a calming heat that ran through him whenever he was with her. He supposed that was why he took her whenever he could, tossing the feeling aside as lust and indulged himself in her willing body. She had readily taken him every time. Was it because she loved him?

Vegeta angrily stalked the hallway. Love was an emotion only for lower class creatures. Saiya-jin warriors had no place for it. It was a weakness. He, the Prince of the Saiya-jins had no weakness. Why had he come here? To perhaps apologize for his actions? He?! The great Dark Prince? The fact that he felt anything angered him. He powered up and flew through the house and out the front door.

He ended up at Goku's house. He yelled for the weakling to come out. When he did, Vegeta attacked him furiously before the other Saiya-jin could react. They sparred for an hour before Goku asked him what was up.

"I have a need to kick your ass!" Vegeta yelled as he wrapped his ankles around Goku's throat. Goku chuckled.

"This is about Bulma, isn't it?"

Vegeta was taken aback by his statement and his grip loosened. Goku took the advantage and upper cut Vegeta. He flew through the air into a tree. After getting up and wiping the blood from his lip, he scowled at Goku.

"What would that woman have to do with my need to kick your ass Kakkarott?"

"I know, about you two I mean. I came to Capsule Corps a few weeks ago to see if you wanted to spar, and well, what I saw left no need for explanations." Goku said with a huge grin.

"What! Were you spying on me Kakkarott?" Goku chuckled and blocked the blows that the more enraged Vegeta was throwing at him.

"No, no! But it is kinda hard not to notice it when you were making love right outside the gravity chamber in the front yard." Goku's grin widened.

"Making love?!" Vegeta growled. "I am the Dark Prince of the Saiya-jins Kakkarott, I do not `make love' as you so pathetically put it." Goku shrugged. They continued to spar without interruption until they heard a jet overhead. They both looked to see Bulma's Capsule Corps jet landing in the clearing in front of Goku's house.

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Bulma pulled herself wearily out of the jet and walked to the front door. She then saw Goku and Vegeta watching her and backed away from the door just as Chi-Chi opened it.

"Bulma-chan!" Chi-Chi squealed, throwing her arms around her. Bulma was taken by surprise at Chi-Chi's actions. The woman was never this affectionate before.

"Hello Chi-Chi," Bulma said as she stared at Vegeta. He was watching her, arms crossed over his chest, his usual scowl in place. "Can we talk?" she asked regaining her composure.

"Oh of course! The boys will be coming in from their training soon wanting food, so if you are hungry, better help yourself now."

The women talked for awhile about nothing, unlike herself, Bulma could not get up the courage to ask Chi-Chi about her pregnancy. She would have to explain everything then, and she was not yet prepared to do so. So they talked about Gohan and Goku, Capsule Corps and the mysterious fighter who had shown up to tell them about the androids.

Finally, Chi-Chi spoke up. "So what's wrong Bulma, you seemed troubled. Has something happened with Yamcha again?"

Bulma shook her head. She took a long sip of her coffee and looked away. Now or never she thought.

"What is it like…being pregnant…with a demi-saiya-jin?" She asked timidly.

"Oh! I guess like any other pregnancy," Chi-Chi said. "Except I could feel Gohan's ki within me, rising all the time. Whenever I was angry, his ki would rise. It was odd at first, but then became comforting. He spoke to me…I know its weird." She chuckled at Bulma's expression. Then it dawned on her. "Are you?"

Bulma nodded her head.

"Who's is it?" Chi-Chi asked excitedly. "Yamcha's?"

"No, I asked about the Saiya-jin blood for a reason, Chi-Chi." Bulma said softly. Chi-Chi's eyes widened.

"You mean Ve-" Her sentence was cut off as Goku entered the house with the current topic of discussion scowling behind him. Chi-Chi regained her composure quickly and motioned them to the table as she stood up.

"I should go now." Bulma said as she hurriedly stood up and almost ran out of the house.

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Sitting in the jet, Bulma started crying again. She jumped when she heard a soft tapping on the window.

"We will protect you if he tries to hurt you. You know that. You are our friend, this child will not be hurt by that baka." Chi-Chi said, leaning in to hug her.

"Thank you Chi-chan." Bulma said, hugging her back and smiling.

"Would you like to stay with us? We don't have much room, but you are always welcome."

Bulma shook her head. "No thank you, I will stay at home. I don't think he'll do anything else, he would have tried by now."

Chi-Chi nodded and patted her friend on the shoulder. She slowly backed away and waved as Bulma took off in the jet. <Poor thing> she thought as she watched Bulma go.

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The months passed relatively quickly. Bulma and Trunks talked more and more as he grew within her. She felt that they were safe from Vegeta now that he had somewhat become accustomed to the fact that she wasn't going to give up the pregnancy. They had only run into each other twice since that time at Goku's. He was always training, and she was always working on her gadgets, or on the nursery.

The first time they had run into each other, she was just entering her sixth month and her stomach was barely starting to swell. She was in the kitchen for a midnight snack, rummaging through the fridge in her pajama shirt when she heard a soft growl behind her. She jumped and dropped the fruit she had been holding onto the floor.

"Vegeta!" she cried out as she turned to see him leaning against the doorframe watching her. "What do you want?" She asked irritably. No matter how many times she asked him, Trunks would not stop kicking her, causing her to loose sleep. He never seemed to kick during the day when she was working, but whenever she tried to sleep, he was always tossing and turning about within her. Hence her irritability.

"Same thing you are woman, looking for food." In the light from the fridge he could see the delicate outline of her body. He felt the heat rising within him again, starting at his manhood and racing through his limbs. He pushed himself from the doorframe with his shoulder and walked over to her as she leaned down to pick up the fruit, her ass in the air in front of him. He groaned and tried to look away. The woman was not wearing underwear. Did she not know what she did to him, still even now?

Bulma started as she felt his hand lightly touch her ass. The heat swelled within her at his touch. <Oh Kami> she thought as she closed her eyes.

"D-don't touch me," she said as she stood, turning and backing into the refrigerator. Vegeta frowned, but didn't try to touch her again. The cold shelf of the fridge pressed against her bare thighs and she shivered. "Let me pass…" she said softly, looking away from the look in his eyes. They were softer than usual, his eyes, and the look frightened her. He backed away and watched as she almost ran past him into the darkness of the hallway.

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Bulma awoke slowly. She felt that she had to use the bathroom, but hadn't woken up in time. Groaning, she rolled over. Her back hurt and she was lying in a wet bed. She sat up slowly and started to strip the sheets from her bed, wanting nothing more than to get back to sleep. Suddenly, the ache in her back became a throb. Surprised, she doubled over, clutching her stomach. The pain radiated from her back to wrap around her hips. Then it dawned on her, she was in labor.

She cleaned herself up and got dressed. Her parents were ready when the time came to help her to the private hospital she had checked out. Their birthing units were the best in the world, and nothing but the best would do for her Little Trunks. She knocked softly on the bedroom door that her parents shared.

"Mama, I think its time." Bulma whispered into the darkness. She was greeted with her fathers low snores, nothing more. She flipped on the light and walked to her mothers side of the bed. Repeating, "Mama! I think the baby is coming." The pain had increased, but not enough for her to think that they didn't have time.

Mama Briefs sat up slowly, yawing and rubbing at her eyes. "What dear?"

"I think the baby is coming, Mama." Bulma repeated. This was getting redundant. Mama squealed and violently shook her husband.

"The baby! The baby! He's coming, wake up you silly old fool!" Dr. Briefs was thrown from the bed by his wife. He woke up with a grunt as he hit the floor.

"Wha? The baby? The baby!!" He yelled and started running around the room gathering their clothes. Bulma and her mother rolled their eyes as they watched him.

"Was he like this when I was born?" Bulma whispered to her mother.

"Worse dear," Mama replied.

Bulma yelped as Dr. Briefs scooped her up in his arms and ran out the bedroom door holding his shoes.

"Daddy! I can walk!" Bulma yelled at him. Dr. Briefs paid her no mind and ran towards the front door, panting with the effort. Mama Briefs walked to Vegeta's door and knocked on it gently.

"Vegeta-sahn! The baby is coming, we are going to the hospital now!" She said cheerfully with a giggle.

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Vegeta had been startled awake by Bulma's old goat of a father shrieking "The baby! The baby!" He had then heard Bulma yelling at her father that she could walk, then a light tapping on his bedroom door. It was Mama Briefs, telling him that the baby was coming.

He lept to his feet to follow, then realized that Bulma may not want him there. He sat on his bed, resting his face in his hands. He wanted to be there, he realized. The realization startled him somewhat. Bulma was strong, she could handle this on her own, but he wanted to see his son enter the world, he wanted to be there when their son entered the world.

Making his decision, he stood and dressed. He walked outside in time to see the Brief's jet take to the air. He followed, keeping his distance until the jet landed and Bulma was taken inside by her father, clutching her stomach and telling him the whole time that she could walk.

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The pain had increased over the hour that they were at the hospital. Bulma groaned and tried to roll over. The effort made her back protest, so she laid down flat again. Her mother was holding her hand, gently rubbing it, letting her know that she was there if needed.

Bulma smiled at her mother, then frowned as another contraction wracked her lower body in pain. She stiffened, trying to remember her breathing. She let out her pent up breathe and started her Lamaze. Her mother began to breathe with her, encouraging her. The contraction passed and Bulma tried to relax as much as she could before the next one hit.

She started to feel pressure as Little Trunks told her that it was time. She gasped as the pain increased. Her mother looked up startled.

"He wants out," Bulma tried to joke. "Get the doctor, I think its finally time."

Mama Briefs ran to the door and called for the doctor, her breath catching in her throat as she saw Vegeta pacing the hallway. She smiled to herself as he looked at her with concerned eyes, then they clouded over and the obsidian depths were blank, unreadable once more. She nodded to him as the doctor stepped into the room.

"So, Ms. Briefs, you think its time? Lets take a look." The doctor did his thing, causing poor Bulma even more pain.

"Is that really necessary?" She asked angrily. The doctor nodded and left the room. He returned a moment later with a nurse, both were scrubbed and ready to go.

"Ok Ms. Briefs, I want you to remember your breathing and push when I tell you to, ok?" Bulma nodded as they set her feet in the stirrups.

As the doctor told her to push, Bulma almost yelled with the effort.

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Outside the birthing suite, Vegeta and Bulma's father paced. They could hear Bulma's low groans of pain, but she never cried out or screamed like Vegeta had seen on those stupid shows on television.

Then Mama Brief's had come out to get the doctor. Vegeta stepped forward, concerned for Bulma and the baby. He then realized that Mrs. Briefs had seen his concern and stuffed the emotion away. Why was he here anyhow? Earthling women survived most births, not like Saiya-jin women. But if the boys ki was stronger than hers, his will to survive greater, than Bulma could die. He was not prepared for that.

The doctor rushed in for the second time, wearing gloves and a blue paper gown. Vegeta looked to Dr. Briefs who nodded and patted his shoulder.

"It will be alright boy, Bulma is a strong girl. The first birthing is always hard on a woman, but she will survive."

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Bulma started to cry from the effort and the pain. She whimpered incoherently to her mother.

"What was that dear?" her mother said, squeezing her hand and leaning closer.

"I-I want Vegeta..." Bulma sobbed. Her mother nodded knowingly and gently placed her daughters hand on her stomach.

"I know dear." She said as she turned to leave the room. Why had her mother left? It wasn't as if Vegeta cared and was outside in the waiting room or anything. Bulma pushed again as the doctor instructed, gritting her teeth and stealing hissing breathes through them. A hand took hers in a strong yet gentle grip. She opened her eyes as the contraction passed.

"V-Vegeta!?" She said, not believing her own eyes.

"Yes woman, its me." He said as he watched the doctor. <If this man hurts them…> He thought.

"Ok one last push, I can see his head! What lovely purple hair!" the doctor said encouraging her.

"I have a name!" Bulma said angrily to Vegeta as the contraction hit and she began to push. Suddenly, the pain was gone at the soft cry of her son.

"Aisoku! Trunks!" Bulma said as the doctor handed her a slimy screaming creature. She smiled as she held Trunks to her breast. She snuggled him closer to her as his cries died down to whimpers. <My son.> She thought. Then she looked up to Vegeta. He had an almost comical expression of surprise on his face. He reached out and gently touched Trunks hair, grimacing at the blood and slime that covered the child.

"My…our son." He whispered as he leaned down and gently kissed her on the forehead.

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WOW! That was a surprise ending to me. I had originally planned for the story to end with her in the tub again, and either have Vegeta-sahn come to her to kill her or to declare his love, but I think this worked out even better. I know this topic has been done over and over again, but I know what its like to have kids! So I have one up on all those guys who have written one and don't even know what its like to be female!! Hehehe ^_^ Any who, hoped you liked reading it as much as I liked writing it! P.s. Aisoku means `beloved son' or `cute boy', meant in the former context.