Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lies, Deception, and a Baby ❯ An Offer She Can't Refuse ( Chapter 8 )

Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own DBZ. Do you?

Acknowledgments: I'm feeling really, really evil right now. Initially, I didn't actually plan on having Bulma and Yamcha sleep together or anything. But then I read Mushi-azn's review of the last chapter … and it gave me an evil, evil idea! ^.^ Thanks for the idea, Mushi-azn! ^.^

Warning: Nastiness. *Shudders*

Lies, Deception, and a Baby

Chapter 8: An Offer She Can't Refuse

One Week Later …

"Yamcha," Bulma said, "I think … I mean, since we're engaged and all …"

"Yes, Bulma?" he asked, as eager as a horny puppy.

"Umm, well … I mean, we're going to be getting married soon, right? So I mean, we might as well … you know …"

Yamcha grinned. "Do it?"

"Err, yeah."

Yamcha leapt off the couch where they had been cuddling and watching some random show on tv. "Come on!" he exclaimed, yanking her up and dragging her up the stairs to her bedroom. "Let's go!"

"But Yamcha!" Bulma exclaimed, "I mean, since we're going to be anticipating our wedding vows by a few weeks, don't you think, well, I mean, I want my first time to be romantic!"

"Aww, Bulma baby, you know I'm the most romantic guy in the world! And you're a lucky girl, because I'm all yours!" He puckered up his lips and planted a slobbering one right on her tightly closed lips.

Bulma shuddered. She couldn't believe she was actually going through with this! Being with Yamcha, after being with Vegeta … she cringed at the very thought, before attempting to shrug it off.

After all, what choice did a girl have in today's cutthroat world?

One man was as good as the next.

Or so she tried to convince herself.

But everything about Yamcha was just … wrong! He was too tall, yet too small (much smaller than Vegeta in the all important realm of masculine endowment-no matter what they said about size not mattering, they were lying). His hair was too short, lacked spikiness, and didn't stick up enough! She'd have to nag him about that, and buy him some extra-strength hair gel, so that he could style his hair more like Vegeta. The scar on his face was all wrong. As were his facial features, and expressions! Where was that self-satisfied smirk? That arrogant scowl? That sexual prowess?

Yamcha couldn't compare to Vegeta in any area, and Bulma knew it.

So she just lay back on the bed, closed her eyes, and imagined it was her Saiyan Prince hovering above her.

For his part, Yamcha didn't even notice when she cried out Vegeta's name.

And Bulma was so lost in her fantasy, she didn't even realize the man sleeping beside her wasn't Vegeta.

~*~*~*~*~*~

When Bulma awoke, her eyes immediately flew to the emptiness of the bed beside her. Shaking her head with a sigh, she scolded herself, You know how men are! Always leaving right after sex!

She crept over to the window to check for a light in the gravity room, but the lack of any gravity room at all sent reality crashing back down on her.

Vegeta really left me …

With a heavy heart, Bulma shuffled into the bathroom and puked into the toilet.

That's getting to be a nasty habit of mine these days, she thought to herself. Maybe I should go to the doctor. But then again, it could just be the fact that I'm spending too much time with Yamcha. Bulma shuddered at the memory of his lips on her, and puked again.

Nah, I think I'll go see the doctor today.

Bulma, being the richest woman in the world, had no problem getting in to see the finest doctor in all of West Capital on such short notice.

What the doctor told her, however, was definitely a problem!

"I … I'm pregnant?!" she exclaimed.

The doctor nodded. "Yep," drawled his southern accent, "You're going to be a proud mama in just under 9 months.

Bulma blinked. "How … how far along am I?"

"About three weeks."

"Three weeks." The first time she had slept with Vegeta after her attempts to resist him turned futile. Exactly three weeks ago.

Her baby would be half-Saiyan.

The doctor cleared his throat. "Do you, er, happen to know who the father is?" he asked delicately, just a hint of censure in his voice. Everyone knew that Bulma Briefs, daughter of the world famous Dr. Briefs and heir to Capsule Corporation, was unmarried.

"Yes. I know exactly who the father is." Her tone told him exactly where he could shove his out-dated morality. "Not that it matters," she added, "but I'm getting married in less than a month."

"Good." He raised an eyebrow. "To the child's father?"

Bulma hesitated. What the fuck was it with this doctor, that he thought he had the right to preach at her? If she hadn't been so rich and powerful, he probably would have cast her out of his office due to the fact that she was a "scarlet woman." Bulma stifled a giggle. At least she knew one doctor's office she would no longer patronize.

"Yes."

Yamcha still believed she was a virgin. If she could just manage to get him to move the marriage date up a little-say, to next week-she could pass the baby off as his, and just say it was born a month early.

A sudden vision came to her of little Gohan's tail. What if her child had a tail?

No problem, she reassured herself. I'm rich enough that I can bribe the doctors to cut it off and not say a word about it. Hopefully, it will look enough like me that no one will be able to tell who the real father is, and Yamcha will accept the child as his, and we'll grow into a big, happy family. Bulma smiled at the thought, then frowned.

She didn't want a family with Yamcha.

She wanted a family with Vegeta!

But Vegeta definitely wasn't the family type.

And here she was, carrying his bastard offspring.

Bulma placed a hand on her womb. Don't worry, my little baby, she thought to her child, I'll do everything I can for you. I'll stop making selfish decisions and thinking only of myself. I'll do what's best for your future, not my own. And what's best for your future is to have a father that loves you, and will be able to show that love. Not a father that leaves at the drop of a hat, and never even says "I love you." You deserve better than that, my precious child. And I'll make sure that you get it! No matter what the cost!

Even if I have to give up my own happiness …

Steeling her spine against what the future might hold, she left the doctor's office and set off towards Yamcha's place.

Maybe if I tell him the truth …

Bulma quickly dismissed the wild thought. No. Yamcha might forgive her for a lot of things, but not giving up her virginity to Vegeta, of all people. And especially not conceiving a child with the Saiyan Prince! She could see it now. Yamcha would just stare at her and shake his head. Tell her he no longer loved her, wanted nothing to do with her or the child. Then he would simply turn around and walk away.

Bulma would be left all alone. The single mother of a child unwanted by its father.

She could just imagine Vegeta's reaction, too, when-no, if-he came back from outer space.

"What?!" he'd exclaim. "A child? I don't have time for a fucking child!" he'd growl. "I have to train so that I can defeat the fucking androids and then kill that third-class bastard, Kakkarot!" He'd cross his arms over his chest and scowl at her then. "Don't look at me like that, Woman. I told you from the start that I wanted nothing but sex! So what if you got knocked up? You should have taken precautions! You can do whatever you want, but I'm not staying just because some silly earth woman fucked up and got pregnant with my puny half-breed child." Then he'd leave her too.

It was all Bulma could do to hold back the tears in her eyes when she arrived at Yamcha's house. She'd already dug herself in so deep. She couldn't just spill out the truth now. Her baby's future would be horrible. No father to look up to. A mother who would surely fade away without someone to lean on. A society that frowned upon children born out-of-wedlock. She couldn't make her child suffer for her sins.

So she'd just have to sin some more. For the sake of her unborn baby.

One hand placed protectively on her womb, Bulma mentally prepared herself for all the lies she was about to tell.

"Bulma!" Yamcha answered on the third knock. "This is quite a, er, surprise!" In reality, he'd just been about to make a booty call when she showed up. But as he looked her up and down, in the tank top and short shorts she wore, he grinned. Perhaps Bulma would take care of his needs instead …

"Come on in, Bulma!" he said, grinning from ear to ear. Bulma thought it was kind of creepy. What was he up to, and what was up with that stupid grin on his face? A shiver ran down her spine. Something was not quite right here.

"Um, Yamcha, I'm not sure if you know why I came here."

"Oh, but I do, Bulma." He grinned as his hand reached out and grabbed her ass.

With a shriek, Bulma slapped him away. Yamcha blinked with confusion, then cowered away from her like a wounded puppy.

Bulma sighed. This wasn't what she wanted to happen … she had to take control of the situation, and fast!

"Yamcha," she said, "No funny business before the wedding!" She cleared her throat. "However, the reason I came here was because I wanted to move the wedding up a bit."

"To when?"

"To next Saturday."

Yamcha grinned. "Sure! Whatever you say, Bulma!" She was the one paying for the damn thing, anyway! And her mother was the one planning it.

Mrs. Briefs had been absolutely delighted that her daughter was finally getting married-although, unbeknownst to anyone except Dr. Briefs, she secretly believed it was to the wrong man! She had thought that Bulma and that nice young man, Vegeta, had been getting along quite well, until he left! Oh, well, it was probably a lover's spat, she had told her husband. Bulma was just using Yamcha to make Vegeta jealous, and soon he would come back and win her back with his love. Bulma's mother was quite the romantic-her imagination was even wilder than Bulma's. Although her intelligence couldn't even compare.

"Okay, then," Bulma said with a smile. Yes! Things were going exactly as she had planned! Well … not exactly as she had first planned, the baby was a bit of a surprise. But the steps to ensure a happy and fulfilling future for her child were already being taken. "Well, I'll be going!"

"So soon?" Yamcha asked, trying to sound seductive but just sounding slimy instead.

"Yeah. Bye, Yamcha!" Making sure to avoid any further physical contact, Bulma ran out of the house, leaped into her capsule car, and sped home as fast as she could.

That evening, Bulma collapsed on her bed with a relieved sigh. What a day!

She secretly wondered whether she'd have another dream about making love with Vegeta tonight.

Until she suddenly remembered the rest of the dream-the part she had forgotten. (A/N: and with good reason!)

Talk about nightmares! "Me, and …. YAMCHA?!" she shrieked, pulling a pillow over her head and praying it wasn't so.

But her memories of the dream were suddenly incredibly vivid. Going up to the bedroom with Yamcha, tuning him out, and the dream had switched suddenly to Vegeta … the man she wished it had been. The man whose name she cried out in the middle of her sleep.

Bulma's eyes widened in shock. "Wait a minute. What am I thinking?!

"I dreamed about having sex with Yamcha!"

That did it. She ran over to the toilet and puked her brains out.

A/N: Hehe. I still feel very, very evil! ^.^ But at least she didn't actually sleep with him … I mean … that would have just been … nasty!

Next Chapter: Vegeta's back! And he's just a little pissed when he learns what happened in his absence! ^.^ Will he do the right thing, and take it out on Yamcha, beating the loser to a bloody pulp?! Or will he do the wrong thing, and abandon Bulma in her time of need?! Will he even stick around for longer than it takes to replenish his food supply?! And when the hell is there going to be another lemon?!

Love, Tina