Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Come back to me, come back to us ❯ This can’t be right! ( Chapter 3 )

Come back to me, Come back to us
Chapter 2: This can't be right!
Pairings: G/V
Disclaimer: I do know own any characters from Dragonball Z. They are the property of Toei Animation, Pony Canyon, FUNimation Entertainment, and creator Akira Toriyama. I make no money from the writing of the story.
W A R N I N G: This is about male pregnancy (possibly) and male/male relationships. I am letting you know now what the relationships WILL contain. So, if you are AGAINST such pairings, please find something else more to your liking, you have been WARNED.

 

/ Thoughts /
:: Telepathy ::

 

~oOo@oOo~

 

Bulma was sitting at the dinning table with her eight-year-old son, Trunks. He had been asking questions about his father lately and Bulma didn't know what going-on with her husband herself. She wondered what the heck was happening to Vegeta. He was always taking a nap. He seemed more withdrawn from her and Trunks. She approached Goku about it but him merely laughed it off saying that Vegeta was just tired and needed more rest.

 

“Mom?!” Trunks said wildly waving his hands in front of his mother's face.

 

“Huh?”

 

“Mom are you alright? You kinds of zoned out there for a minute.”

 

“I'm sorry Trunks. I was just thinking about your father. Nothing to worry about.” Bulma reached across the table and ruffled the mop of lavender hair.

 

“Mom, why does dad smell different?” The innocent little imp asked.

 

“What do you mean son?” Bulma crossed her arms over her chest, one of many bad habits she picked-up from Vegeta, as she looked at her son with curious eyes.

 

“Well, he kinds smells like Goku and a little bit of you but he doesn't smell like he use to. It's like he smells like someone else but I can't identify the scent.”

 

“I'm not sure honey. Maybe we can ask Goku.” Bulma said while thinking about what Trunks told her.

 

“Hey, ask me what guys?” Goku just walked into the kitchen after his name was said. He went straight to the buffet style counter and piled mountains of food on several different plates.

 

“Where's Vegeta? I thought for sure he would wanna eat dinner seeing that he didn't have anything since lunch.” Bulma asked.

 

“He's sleeping right now.” He gave Bulma the `we-just-made-out-and-now-he's-asleep look.

 

Well, that wasn't the answer she was looking for. Uh, oh watch out.

 

“OK, GOKU! WANNA KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON WITH HIM! AND I KNOW THAT YOU KNOW!”

 

Goku was unprepared for Bulma's sudden outburst. He fell over backwards in his chair. He couldn't tell her. He had to keep what he knew to himself.

 

“I'm sorry Bul but I can't tell you. If Vegeta found out that I told you before he even knows he would kill me.” Goku admitted.

 

Trunks sat between the two adults listening as to what could be wrong with his father. He decided that he's going to need a little help with this problem.

 

“Um, mom? Will it be okay if I go see Goten now?”

 

“Yeah, sure honey but don't stay gone too long. I don't want Chi-Chi calling and telling me that you two blew-up something again.”

 

“Mom, how many times do I have to tell you that incident with the bath house was not our fault.”

 

“Sure. A energy blast just happen to come along and decided that the water needed to be hotter.”

 

“Well, uh---”

 

“Just go Trunks.” Bulma said waving her hand good-bye.

 

“Ok, bye mom. Later Goku. Trunks ran out the back door and leaped into the sky soaring toward his best friend's house.

 

Bulma turned her attention back to her friend. She couldn't believe that he was keeping something from her.

 

“Look Goku. I'm worried about Vegeta. This isn't normal for him to be sleeping all the time, and I noticed that he hasn't been training as hard. Not to mention that he's been throwing-up at all times of day. So what gives?!”

 

“Gee, Bulma. I uh gotta go and see Chi-Chi and boys before I leave tomorrow. So, uh bye.” Goku quickly faded out of the room.

 

“ARRGGH! Damn you Goku! You can't run from me forever! I'll find out what's wrong with Vegeta if it's the last thing I do.” Bulma promised herself.

 

~oOo@oOo~

 

The early morning sun light spilled into through the slightly opened balcony blinds. A set of obsidian orbs struggled to remain closed. Vegeta finally gave into consciousness and slowly opened his eyes. He rubbed the sleep away trying to remember what happened last night.

 

He knew that he was arguing with Kakarott about his upcoming mission and then after that it seemed a little foggy. Vegeta looked down at his self and noted that he was wearing a pair of black pj bottoms and no shirt, totally different from his black spandex training outfit. Also, the bed sheets were clean. Goku had managed to change the linen and properly showered and dressed his mate without him waking-up.

 

The prince sat-up and winced from the dull ache that was generating from his lower backside.

 

/Kakarott, you bastard!/ He thought as he remembered. /You practically seduce me then screwed me senseless, so I would be too tired to accompany you on your mission. Cleaver Kakarott. Very cleaver/ Vegeta smirked as he thought about his mate's cunning when his stomach lurched.

 

“What the hell is wrong with me?” Vegeta asked himself. For the pass couple weeks he'd been throwing-up, usually in the morning. Then throughout the day he fought the urge to gag. His stomach was rebelling against him and he couldn't for the life of him figure out why. He knew that he wasn't getting sick because he rarely fell ill.

 

As he splashed cold water on his face someone knocked at his door.

 

“It's opened” He called out barely above a whisper. His throat was on fire from his recent episode of having his head in the toilet.

 

“Vegeta. Are you alright?” It was Bulma.

 

“Yes, woman. I'm fine” He turned and looked at her. She took note of how flushed face was.

 

“Well, you don't look fine. Come-on down stairs mom has breakfast wanting for us.”

 

He just nodded his head. Arguing with her about not wanting to eat would be pointless. It was best that he followed her orders to keep from getting a headache.

 

The day went by without any problems except that Vegeta had closed himself in his room. Bulma and Trunks made several attempts to get him to come out but he just simply lay on his bed with his back facing them.

 

By dinnertime, Bulma was convinced that something was seriously wrong with Vegeta. She went to his room on one last attempt before she went into her lab to do more work. Bulma gently tapped on the door. She knew that he would not answer, it was just his style. She entered the dark room flipping on the lights.

 

As her eyes adjusted to the light the scene before her took her for a loop. Vegeta was curled up into a ball with the covers pulled up to his chin. He was shivering and couldn't maintain his body heat. Bulma rushed to his side and placed her hand on his damp forehead and gasped.

 

“Oh.my.goodness, Vegeta, you're burning-up! I'm calling a doctor right now.”

 

She moved to the phone but an ungloved hand grabbed her wrist preventing her from taking another step.

 

“No. Bulma I'm not sick” He whispered. She was straining to hear him.

 

She looked down at him with glassy blue orbs. “Ge, you're running a high fever. Goku would never forgive me if anything happens to you. He wants me to make sure that you would be all right. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I didn't keep that promise”

 

He reached up to her face and wiped away at the tears that spilled. “It's-it's our bond. We've never been apart for a great amount of distance.”

 

“Ge is there anything that I can do to help?” Bulma asked looking at the huddled form on the bed.

 

“Yes.” Came the mumbled replied.

 

Bulma sat on the edge of the bed lightly rubbing Vegeta's back. He relaxed somewhat but he was still shaking.

 

“What do you need?” Bulma was sobbing quietly now. The love of her life looked like death warmed over and it was tearing her in two.

 

“Pl-please s-sta-ay with m-me” He requested through each shiver of cold.

 

Without giving her answer much thought she said, “Sure. Just let me check on Trunks. Closed down the lab and I'll be back, okay.” She didn't wait for his response as she quickly set about her task of doing everything before she went back to him.

 

They hadn't slept together since he and Goku mated, but out of everything she stuck by them. Both of them were starting to show signs of depression whenever they would not see each for long periods of time. In addition too that their appetites had decreased considerably. Bulma would throw a get together every so often so that Goku and Vegeta could socialize with everyone.

 

But upon her observations of the two she noticed that they would perk-up at the chance to be near each other even if was only for a brief moment. The genius had put two and two together. Vegeta and Goku needed each other. They were practically dying and didn't know it. As the last two full-blooded Saiyans they were drawn to each other somehow, which she still haven't figure out yet but in the end everything turned out for the best.

 

Bulma did however tell the Saiyan prince that when she wanted another child, and she wanted him to be the father again. He smirked at her request. Honored that she only wanted one father of her children. Naturally, he agreed but he nearly fell over when she added that she wanted to conceive the old fashion way.

 

Goku just laughed at Vegeta's incredulous expression. He simply told Bulma that he didn't mind, saying that it would be good for Trunks to have a baby brother or sister who had the same father. Vegeta just `hn'; not believing how he got suckered into the woman's trap. Bulma smiled at the memory. She just hoped that Goku would hurry back home soon.

 

~oOo@oOo~

 

Out in the darkness of space the Earth raised Saiyan was not fairing well either. Yamcha and Krillin put Goku to bed not that long ago. He collapsed after a few short hours of them blasting off from the Earth. He had a fever and a headache. The other Z warriors were worried about him too. They knew that he seldom got sick, so they couldn't figure out what was going on with him, but they hoped that this illness or whatever the heck it was would pass soon.

 

~oOo@oOo~

 

A few weeks had gone by and Vegeta was back to his normal self, well almost normal. He stilled suffered with the nausea and headaches but he figured that it was from being away from his mate, that was until Bulma decided it was time for him to have a physical.

 

“I said no woman! What part of that blasted word do you not understand?!” Vegeta barked.

 

“Look Ge. You can't keep your food down. You've stopped training, which has caused you to start gaining a gut! Now, I wanna run some tests on you to make sure that you're not catching some new type of virus.” Bulma argued.

 

The Saiyan prince stared at his wife. She was right about the fact that he was starting to put on weight especially around the middle, and it would be in his best interest to find out what's making him sick. For all that he knew he could be allergic to the weak humans that populate this miserable ball of dirt.

 

“Alright woman. You have exactly one hour to run the necessary tests that you need, understand.”

 

“All I need is some blood and urine samples” She answered with a bright smile.

 

“Very well. Let's get on with it.” Vegeta hissed as he made his way to the downstairs lab.

 

Bulma was more than thrilled when Vegeta agreed to the test. Now, she can do more research on the Saiyan species seeing that Goku was petrified of needles.

 

After nearly five hours of lab work the blue haired genius was at a loss. Every single test that she could think of all came back negative.

 

`I don't get it. There is only one other test that I didn't do' Bulma said to herself.

 

“Hell! What the hey? This way I've covered every thing. Leave no stone unturned.” Bulma talked out loud in the lab as she prepped two more tests, one for blood and the other for urine.

 

~ A half hour later ~

 

“Holy cow! Vegeta' gonna have a conniption fit. How in the heck do I tell him this?” Bulma couldn't believe what the results yield. There was no way possible that it could be right even though she performed the test three times.

 

~ TBC ~

 

A/N: Well, tell me what you think. Poor Vegeta, he must be really sick? Wonder what Bulma found out Stay tune for the next chapter ^_~

 

Nemesis