Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Cry ❯ Something New, and Unexpected ( Chapter 11 )

Cry Chapter 11

 

A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed last chapter!!! You all are awesome! Shout outs will be at bottom! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

 

 

The days went by slowly, as Bulma got into the new routine Vegeta had set for her. Their days consisted of constant arguing and bickering, particularly in front of the prying eyes of Mrs. Briefs and whoever else may be around, but their nights consisted of bodily sparring matches in which both of them would compete for the other's pleasure.

 

They were selfish lovers, and she supposed that was why they were so good together. They both gave as good as they got, trying to out-do the other in the pleasures they were igniting between their bodies.

 

After the first time, Bulma felt no pain whatsoever in their coupling - well unless you included the S+M. But even then, it seemed like Vegeta was holding back on her, not spanking her ass nearly as hard as he wanted, or binding her too tightly in the torn remains of her clothes.

 

Bulma had to admit, the man was a sex god. But never in a million years would she have thought that she was masochistic. Anyone who had known Vegeta for longer than an hour could guess that he was a sadist, but Bulma? No, this was a secret she planned on keeping to herself to the grave and thereafter. There was no reason in the world why anyone, and she meant ANYONE, needed to know what exactly went on between them. Her closest friends would never look at her the same.

 

That was another question that was bothering her: what were she and Vegeta doing?? Surely their relationship - if it could be called that - could not be going anywhere. Vegeta was not one to be tied down, and Bulma knew that there was nothing she could do to ever change that.

 

So, reflecting on her previous vow to do something different, she decided to continue this adventure with her new lover. After all, it was not like Yamcha was an option anymore. He had called a couple of weeks after she moved in with Vegeta, wanting a second chance to date her and be with her.

 

Unfortunately for him, Vegeta happened to be in the kitchen eating dinner when he called. As a result, the phone was ripped out of the wall and blown to bits by a ki blast that was no doubt intended for the caller if he were present at the time. After enduring Bulma's screeches for a good half hour, most of which consisted of her berating him for not allowing her to take care of her business, he stalked off murmuring something that sounded an awful lot like, “no one touches what is mine.”

 

But, Bulma decided not to dwell on it. After all, he was probably only talking about his `whore' or `concubine' or whichever term he `lovingly' called her during their mating.

 

Mating was a term Vegeta had used. She assumed that it had to do with his saiyan culture and the way he was brought up. She decided that it was a bit animalistic, but it sounded a lot better than fucking, so she was not about to complain.

 

At any rate, he really seemed to enjoy their nightly sessions, and even sometimes he would murmur to her after he thought she had gone to sleep. He would whisper to her how beautiful her body was, and would unconsciously soothingly rub places that were starting to bruise from particularly rough sessions - almost with remorse for marring the pure skin.

 

Then he would sigh and roll her gently to the other side of the monstrous bed, for he was not one to `cuddle' as she had asked him to do during their first few nights together. She did not mind though, because she had her `saiyan prince,' and even though he was not charming at all, he still had his moments. Those were moments Bulma knew she would cherish forever, no matter what became of their coupling.

 

Slowly the weeks went by, and then months, and then the one-year anniversary of their first mating slowly neared.

 

`Eleven months,' Bulma thought to herself as she slowly fixed the android that Vegeta had tarnished once again. She was going to have to upgrade it soon, because she did not think it would take much more of this abuse.

 

Things had gone well in Vegeta's training. She had started to automatically update the new room bi-weekly 50X gravity, so that he could continue to get stronger and she could feel more control over her work hours. Now, her hours were cut and she could concentrate on other hobbies, like shopping; although, now even that was starting to depress her.

 

The thing that had been bothering Bulma the most, well just below Vegeta, was her new weight gain. Over the past three months she had gained about twenty pounds, and was not able to get it off. It was centered mostly around her belly and no matter how few calories she took or how much she exercised, the bulge was still there.

 

This was highly disconcerting, and Bulma had been forced to go buy new clothes to fit her changing body. She did not want to tell anyone what was happening, for she was a highly independent person and would figure it out on her own; however, things were not looking up.

 

According to her calculator, the amount of exercising and low caloric intake should have made her anorexic by now, but everything was in vain and she was as big as she had ever been (and she was someone whose weight fluctuated as often as her hairstyles did).

 

Vegeta seemed not to notice, or if he did he did not point it out, which made Bulma feel better. She did not think she could take it if he insulted her about it. There relationship was fragile enough as it was.

 

So now, Bulma had to rise from her computer chair and step away from the android. It was time for her to see her doctor. She got into one of her many cars and raced nearly at the speed of light toward the hospital. She wanted to figure out what was wrong with her and fast, for weight was not something Bulma Briefs played around with.

 

After she walked into the office, the attendants immediately started doing the routine check up before she saw the doctor. Blood pressure, temperature, height and weight were all recorded.

 

Then they asked her to go to the bathroom and relieve herself in the plastic cup they provided. “May I ask what for?” Bulma asked, mildly shocked because she had never been asked to do this, except when she had her annual.

 

“Standard procedure for unknown illness, we must perform a pregnancy test before we run any tests. It's just to make sure we alleviate any legal liability for birth defects and such,” the PA said as she handed her the beaker.

 

“Ok,” Bulma said uneasily as she did as she was told and headed back to the room to wait for her doctor.

 

“Well, Ms. Briefs,” Dr. Walsh said smiling as he entered the door. “I am afraid you no longer need any of our services anymore, well except an ultrasound, because your symptoms are caused by a growing baby in your stomach!”

 

Bulma's jaw nearly fell to the floor. Her period had never stopped!!! She never experienced morning sickness!!! How in the world was she going to tell Vegeta about this? She refused to believe it until she saw the fetus with her own eyes on the television screen. She numbly went through all the motions the doctor put her through, and after the doctor told her she was three and a half months pregnant, with a 90% chance it was a boy, she was allowed to put her clothes back on and leave the office.

 

`How could this happen,' Bulma thought bitterly. She had been on a very good birth control pill sense they had first consummated their relationship, and it was 99.9% effective. There was just no way!!!

 

She drove home through the September rain, vaguely recalling that it was this time last year that Vegeta started making the moves on her. One whole year later and she was pregnant, with his son!!!!

 

She did not want to do it, but she had to talk to Vegeta about this, and now. All the options went through her head, and she knew she would be selfish to make any decision about their child's future by herself. Vegeta had his rights as well, and even though she had longed to have children, she was not sure if this was the right time to do so. `The androids are little more than a year and a half away!' her mind screamed. Her child would be born in such a dangerous world, if she even wanted to bear him.

 

Bulma did not know what she wanted right now, but she thought it best to see what Vegeta's reaction was, and right away. He did not like to be deceived.

 

She pulled into the garage, encapsulated her car, and headed to the GR, where he was currently training. She knocked on the door raptly, heard a curse, and then watched the door fling open to reveal a scantily-clad Vegeta glaring in her face.

 

“What deserves my training to be disturbed at this hour?” Vegeta growled, noting that it was only 4:00, two hours before dinner was normally served.

 

Bulma bit the bullet. “Well Vegeta, I am pregnant.”

 

A/N: Oooohhh….Cliff hanger!!! You know you love me!!! Sorry for the lateness, my grandmother, who is my roommate, had a double mastectomy this time last week. Since I am a CNA, I got to take care of her and the house and my studies, which have failed a bit as well. But I just couldn't concentrate tonight until I had written a chapter for this!!! Thanks for all your support, but just please forgive me and we will move on!! Oh, and if any of you feel like it, could you read my other story “When Sparrows Fall,” it does not seem to have very many reviews and I want to hear some more honest opinions about it so I know what the general public thinks. I know I can count on you guys!!!! Y'all don't hold anything back, and I LOVE that!!!