Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ It Will Happen: Another Bulma & Vegeta Get Togethe ❯ Trunks ( Chapter 13 )

It Will Happen: Another Bulma & Vegeta Get Together

Chapter Thirteen

Trunks

"DARN it woman, could you get any more clumsier or bigger?" Vegeta growled as he held onto Bulma's arms to stop her from falling of her chair and flat on her face.

"That's what woman do when they're pregnant Vegeta, they get bigger." She retorted, her cheeks flaming in embarrassment. She still had her spark though.

"You're going to get bigger?" He couldn't help but tease her.

"No thanks to you." She snapped. But seeing the mischievous glint in his eyes she rolled her eyes at him. "I should have sat on the couch." She laughed.

"Hmph." Was all the baby of her father said.

"I hadn't expected you to be awake this late." She told him honestly. She had awoken and had a strange craving for peanut butter and bacon sandwiches. He smirked, she hadn't seen that in a while. She had missed it. She had missed him!

"Obviously." He knew they had been avoiding each other and he hadn't minded.

He didn't know how to react with her ever swelling tummy or the strong energy of the brat he could sense, that only grew stronger when he was around, or how Bulma still managed to look beautiful triple her normal weight and especially how much he still wanted her!

After she had told him about the baby and their confrontation in his room they had hardly ever spoken. He spent most of his time in the Gravity Room. But she would still have his lunch and dinner prepared for him, until her mother had returned. Only she didn't join him for lunch anymore. He told himself if she did he probably wouldn't have come out for lunch anymore, but deep down he knew he missed her.

And maybe that's why he was still holding onto her arms even though she was firmly on her feet. He could feel the swell of her stomach press against his own.

She was reveling in her pregnancy and he could see it. She looked more and more radiant with each passing day. She had not asked him of his intentions again, for which he was glad as he did not know what they were or would be. Vegeta knew she had told her parents and the three of them had simply devoted all their attention on the brat to come.

Her father was now constantly developing new toys for it, her mother was always buying all sorts of monstrosities for it and she was always in what she called the 'nursery'. Which happened to be a room directly opposite his and hers. Whether it was intentional or not he didn't ask.

Bulma wanted to smile but she knew if she did she would frighten him away. So instead she used the opportunity to her advantage. She had really expected Vegeta to be up in his room for the night but since he was here she was not going to let him go so easily.

She had not pressured him into making a decision about their baby or asked him to be involved. However the fact that he was still there gave her some sort of strange comfort and kept her hope alive.

She would pester him with the occasional question now and then. Either by using the monitor in his Gravity Room or on the off chance that they did run into each other.

"My Gynecologist is surprised at the rate the baby is developing. Is that normal?" She had looked at him thought the large screen.

She had hired a discreet personal doctor so she would not have to deal with hospitals or explain to the nurses why her child would have a tail or any other strange occurrences that may or may not happen.

Vegeta was fighting an invisible opponent and he did not turn to look at her. "Saiyan babies are full developed and ready to come into the world after seven months." He had said indifferently. So she had nodded and switched of the screen.

"Could you tell what gender our baby is?" She had asked once when she had met him in the hall.

He had turned around looked at her and just when she thought he would walk away from her he surprised her by saying, "Its a boy." He gave her a searching glance before walking to his room.

She was three months pregnant by then and the baby had already taken to using her as a punching bag. But somehow she could discern the baby's moods already. Mother and child had formed a connection. She could easily tell when the baby was happy or unhappy or just taking a snooze.

He liked when she spoke to him and didn't like when she was fretting over simple things. It was amazing, but she loved every minute of it. Well maybe not every minute but almost. She had decided to name him Trunks.

After the first month she had passed all morning sickness and her appetite had returned to three times its normalcy. She was always hungry and if she put off eating, which was a habit when she was busy, Trunks would show his displeasure by kicking her or punching her, who knew, until she fed him. When he was satisfied he would move around happily.

When she was around Vegeta Trunks would move around so much that she suspected he was doing cart wheels in her tummy.

Now standing in the kitchen with Vegeta she was seven months pregnant and due at any moment. Trunks, sensing his fathers closeness moved around in joy.

Bulma used Vegeta's lowered guard to her advantage. She took his hands from her shoulders and placed it on her tummy.

His eyes shot to hers when he felt the baby move against his palms. Then Bulma smiled at him for his face was not impassive anymore. He wore a look of pure amazement.

"Say hello to daddy Trunks." At the name Vegeta growled but didn't move his hand from her stomach. Trunks movements become more stronger.

"He's going to be strong." Vegeta told her.

"Like his ..." But Bulma didn't get to finish her sentence as a sharp pain pierced her stomach.

She gasped and held onto Vegeta's hands. Then she felt a warm liquid run down her legs.

"Bulma?" Vegeta's voice held a trace of unusual concern.

"He's coming."

"What?" Vegeta looked at her with wide eyes. If it were any other time she would have found his expression hilarious.

"Get me the phone Vegeta and then take me to my room." Bulma said in pain while she took in deep breaths and exhaled through her mouth.

It was a sign of how unprepared and shocked Vegeta was that he was doing exactly what she had asked, without arguing with her.

Three hours later baby Trunks was born. It wasn't really a difficult birth and Bulma suspected that Trunks did more of the work than she did.

Dr Briefs had stood out side when Dr Nuborne had arrived. Bulma had to literally scream at her mother, who was fussing over everything and nothing, to get out. This made Vegeta, who had regained his indifferent cool, to smirk as he stood in the far end of the room.

She had suspected he had only stayed because he actually was concerned over her and she had seen him scowl at her handsome young doctor who flirted with Bulma in his naturally friendly way. Whatever the reasons, she was happy he had been there. Although his expression, when she could look at him, alternated between disbelief and disgust. It was quite funny and quite annoying too.

And when she would scream at him or curse him for putting her through that amount of pain he would actually laugh at. This of course made her curse him more.

"Congratulations Bulma." Dr Nuborne said as he placed the baby in her arms.

Bulma couldn't help but smile broadly at her beautiful baby. Then she saw his lavender tail. Strange, but when she looked at her baby's relatively bald head she noticed a few strands of a lavender fringe right at the centre on the top of his forehead.

"So you'll come over for a check up and to remove his tail next week?" Bulma asked the doctor.

"What!" Vegeta spoke for the first time since he had brought her to her room.

Dr Nuborne looked at him a little agitatedly. Sensing a confrontation he didn't want to be apart of he looked down at Bulma who was rolling her eyes.

"Call me Bulma and you take care." He said as he gently kissed her on the cheek and left which earned him another growl from Vegeta.

"Come and meet your son Vegeta." Bulma told him and he reluctantly walked over to her bedside. "And thank you for tonight."

He looked at her, his eyebrows drawn together in confusion.

"For being there when I needed you."

Having have to spoil a moment of care and tenderness he opened his filthy mouth. "Don't get used to it woman. I was just around. I'm not a hero and I wouldn't knowingly protect you."

Bulma rolled her eyes and tried to keep her calm. Now was not the time to argue.

"He's hideous. He doesn't have any hair and what little he has is purple."

Bulma couldn't help but smile. "Lavender." She said softly as she sighed.

"What?"

"Its Lavender, not purple." Bulma explained.

"Hmph." Vegeta said. "Well you're not removing his tail. Its his heritage."

"Does this mean you've decided to be a part of Trunks' life?" Bulma looked at him searchingly but was disappointed. He looked taken aback by her question. 'He still doesn't know. And yet he wants his son, but doesn't want to want him. He's so frustrating Bulma thought.'

"No." He said simply. Bulma sighed.

"Well he's half Earthling too. Besides, I don't want a large ape wreaking havoc at every full moon."

"Half Earthling. Don't remind me. Its surprising you even managed to carry and deliver a Saiyan baby, even if it is a half breed." He said scathingly.

Bulma felt as if he had pierced her heart. She remembered how he had referred to Gohan as a half breed and how he still thought of Goku as a third class Saiyan. Was that why he didn't want his son? Because he was half Earthling.

Vegeta felt, for the first time in his entire life, regret at his words. Bulma had a lot of pride, almost as much as he did, so he knew his words would cut deep. She looked so fragile laying on the bed, as pale as a sheet, clutching the tiny baby to her chest.

He felt a tug at his chest. He wanted to protect them. 'Where the hell did that come from?' He asked himself. Was he giving them his loyalty? Was he making them his responsibility? No!

Thoughts and feelings of that kind were not acceptable for a great warrior. He would never reach Super Saiyan if he took that path.

"Yes what a shame that must be for you. Sleeping with a Earthling and having her have your nasty little half breeds." Bulma spat and felt a lot better when she saw him flinch.

"Well you should feel privileged." He said from the anger at how her words affected him. He didn't want the two people in front of him to affect him.

"You're a selfish bastard Vegeta. I was wrong. Our son doesn't need you. Now get out." Bulma yelled at him.

"Don't tell me what to do woman." He yelled back at her.

"Get out!" Bulma screamed making baby Trunks' eyes shoot open as he howled his little lungs out.

Vegeta was shocked to see blue eyes looking at him before tears flooded it and a red mouth opened wide.

The sound was too much for his sensitive ears. So were his unwanted feelings and so were the woman's 'look what you've done now' look that she was giving him. Looking at his sons eyes he couldn't help but think that if Bulma didn't have so much pride, he would see the same tears in eyes that their son had inherited from her.

"Its ok Trunks. Don't cry." He heard her coo. But it was her last three words that that touched something buried deep within him.

"Mummy loves you."