Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lies, Deception, and a Baby ❯ Loneliness ( Chapter 9 )

Disclaimer: Too bad I don't own DBZ! Then you could sue me. But since I don't, you can't. Nyah! XP And I don't own the lullaby, either! So don't sue!

A/N: Some people have Vegeta able to feel the ki of an unborn child, but I'm assuming that he wouldn't be able to sense the baby's ki until it's born, so he wouldn't be able to tell whether or not it was Saiyan or human. Just so you don't get confused! ^.^

Lies, Deception, and a Baby

Chapter 9: Loneliness

~~*Hush, little baby, don't say a word.
Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird

And if that mockingbird won't sing,
Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring

And if that diamond ring turns brass,
Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass

And if that looking glass gets broke,
Mama's gonna buy you a billy goat

And if that billy goat won't pull,
Mama's gonna buy you a cart and bull

And if that cart and bull fall down,
You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town*~~

Bulma smiled. This Lullaby CD was pretty good! She even found herself humming along to the tune of the lullaby. She'd definitely have to buy this for the baby-later, after she was married and Yamcha thought it would be his child!

As she was leaving the music store, the music from the speakers at the store's entrance caught her attention for a moment.

~~*My loneliness is killing me …*~~

Bulma paused for a moment, before continuing on her way and getting lost in the crowd at the West Capital City Mall.

Her loneliness was killing her. She missed having Vegeta around. It wasn't even just the sex; it was … everything! Even before they had made love the first time, she had grown to like him, as a friend. He would never admit it, but sometimes she thought he thought of her as one, too. Sure, they'd argue all the time, but it was fun. She knew for a fact that she was the closest thing to a friend he had on this planet. He seemed to enjoy their arguments, as had she.

Then things had gotten complicated. But even then, it wasn't so bad; he was still around, and when they made love, she felt so complete. Even if he hadn't felt the same way, she had felt as though they belonged together, were a part of each other.

She missed that.

She and Yamcha were getting married tomorrow, and yet, she couldn't bring herself to love him. She had never felt as though she and Yamcha were two halves of the same whole. She had convinced herself, when she was younger, that they belonged together. But that had been her childish infatuation speaking. Now that she was an adult, about to have a child of her own, she knew false hopes when she saw them.

Her hopes for Yamcha had definitely been false ones.

Her hopes for Vegeta … she had thought they weren't false. She had thought that maybe he could change. But she had been wrong.

Bulma sighed and decided to head on home. No use doing any maternity shopping yet; if Yamcha found out that she was shopping for baby things before they'd even had sex-she shuddered again and felt incredibly nautious at the thought of even being near him-he'd get pretty suspicious. She definitely didn't want that! It would ruin all her plans for her baby's future.

But they were getting married tomorrow; they'd have their wedding night-Bulma stopped walking to her car for a minute to puke in some bushes-and then, a short while later, she'd tell him the happy news and start shopping for her baby.

Bulma rested one hand lightly on her belly. Too bad he'll never grow up knowing his father. She wondered for a moment how she knew it was a boy; she hadn't given her baby a gender before. But her intuition somehow told her that this child would be a prince, not a princess. Bulma smiled at the thought. Blue was her favorite color!

When she arrived home, Bulma sensed that something was … different, at Capsule Corporation. Not wrong, necessarily, but different.

Bulma frowned as she walked into the house, wondering what could possibly be-

Bulma's question answered itself when she came face to face with the Saiyan Prince who had left her, weeks before, without a single word.

"Vegeta," she whispered, her body stiffening. Oh, shit! Of all the times for him to come back, it had to be today! The day before my wedding! She secretly hoped that he wouldn't ask her any questions, that he would just continue on his way.

Vegeta frowned. "Woman," he barked, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at her.

He was definitely one angry Saiyan!

Bulma forced herself to be calm, and walked past him into the living room.

Vegeta followed her.

Sensing his presence behind her, she turned around and placed her hands on her hips, glaring at him angrily. "What do you want?" she asked.

Vegeta smirked. "I would have thought that would be obvious," he purred, walking towards her, slowly.

Bulma backed away from him until she felt the back of the couch against her back. "Vegeta," she said shakily, not sure she could resist him if he tried, "I, we, I-"

"You what, Woman?" Vegeta asked. He was practically on top of her now, and leaned in to catch her scent. But the scent he picked up from her sent him flying across the room.

Vegeta rested one hand against the wall to support himself as he gazed back at her with unreadable eyes.

Bulma just blinked. What just happened there?

"Vegeta?" she asked, at the same time kicking herself for loving a man who could never return that love, "what's wrong?"

"Woman, you … you're with child," he said, shuddering as he looked away from her. Although he would never tell her, the reason he had come back so soon from outer space was because he missed her. She had been even more of a distraction out there than she was here! Dominating his thoughts all the time, he could barely concentrate on his training without her around to soothe his needs.

So he had returned, expecting her to welcome him with open arms. But he hadn't expected this!

"Is it mine?" he asked gruffly. If it was …

But then again, if it wasn't …

He didn't know which would be worse.

Bulma didn't know why, but she was extremely offended by his question.

How dare he even ask me that?! She raged silently. He was my first lover! He knows I was never with a man before him! And here he thinks that the second he leaves I'd just go jump into the arms of someone else? Someone like …

Yamcha.

Bulma cringed at the thought. That's exactly what she had done-gone straight to Yamcha, and accepted his engagement.

Well, what did Vegeta expect? That I was just going to sit around waiting for him? If he'd told me he felt something for me, or that there was a chance for permanence in our relationship, I would have waited forever for him! If only he'd told me he loved me, I would never have gone back to Yamcha! Never!

But the fact remained that he hadn't, and that she had.

And here she was, preparing herself to reap the consequences of her lies-and to lie some more.

"And if it were?" she asked, answering a question with a question. "If it were your child, what would you do about it?"

Vegeta's heart nearly stopped when she said that. But he couldn't allow her to see his emotions on the subject-he didn't even like the fact that he had any fucking emotions on the subject at all!

He just smirked and raised an eyebrow. "I'd tell that baka weakling you're about to marry all about how I knocked up his future wife."

Bulma's fury at his words, at his lack of caring for their child, blinded her with anger. It blinded her so much, in fact, that she didn't realize the implications of his words, and didn't even stop to wonder just how he knew she was going to marry Yamcha soon.

If she had stopped to think about it, however, it would have explained a lot of things. Why he would question the identity of the child's father; and why he'd answer her question the way he did.

But Bulma was too angry to notice any little details. All she heard was that he didn't give a damn about her, or their child. So she felt completely justified in continuing her course of action.

Bulma glared at him. "Well, then, it's a good thing that my child isn't yours," she spat. "It's Yamcha's!"

Vegeta stiffened. He was furious! He had to clench his fists at his sides to keep himself from punching a hole in the wall. But he wouldn't lose control-he wouldn't give the two-timing bitch the satisfaction of making him lose control where she was concerned.

"As soon as you left," Bulma continued, hoping to drive him away, "I was so devastated that I ran straight into Yamcha's arms! A girl has needs you know!" Bulma smirked. "He must be at least twice the man you are, because I conceived the very first night we were together!" Wounding his pride would be the best way to get him to leave. And as soon as he was gone, Bulma planned to run up to her room and cry over her broken heart.

Damn pregnant hormones!

This insult to his pride, combined with the betrayal of the woman he loved (A/N: the woman he secretly loved, that is! ^.~) was just too much for him to take. With a cry of rage, Vegeta powered up and slammed his fist into the wall, creating a fist-size hole in the plaster.

Bulma yelped and dived over the couch, hiding from him. She'd never seen him this angry before, at least, not at her!

A moment later she felt a hand on her arm grab her roughly and pull her up to her feet. She stood, trembling, gazing up at Vegeta's stern features.

Oh, Kami, I've really done it now! He's so mad! He's going to kill us! He's going to kill me and our baby!

Bulma cringed and shut her eyes. I hope he just hurries up and gets it over with! I don't want my baby to die in pain.

Vegeta stared down at the woman whose arm he held, watching as she shut her eyes tightly and turned her head away from him-as though she were expecting him to hit her!

What kind of man does she think I am? He wondered. No matter how angry I am that she betrayed me, I could never harm her! I l- I mean, I just don't fucking want to hurt her! How could she think that I would ever do something like that? He glanced over at the hole he punched in the wall, realizing how he had let his rage control him then. It only made him angrier to realize that he'd lost all control when she'd rubbed salt in the already gaping wound of her betrayal.

He hated seeing her like this. Resigned to what she believed to be her fate. She wasn't even fighting back. It would have broken his heart, if he had one. Which I don't, he firmly reminded himself.

"Woman," he growled, and she cracked open one eye to peek at him. "I never knew you were such a whore!" He smirked. "But since your morals are so loose, then I can take what you've been giving out so freely since I've been gone." He gently tossed her onto the couch.

Bulma snapped out of her pity-party mode, and into her anger mode.

"You fucking asshole!" She launched herself up from the couch and into his face. "If you hadn't left me in the first place, none of this would have happened! I loved you! It broke my heart when you left! But what was I supposed to do? I didn't know when, or even if you were coming back! Did you expect me to wait forever for you?"

"I expected you to wait more than a few fucking hours!" he yelled back at her. "As soon as I'm gone you start fucking whatever you can get your hands on!"

"That's not true! Yamcha loves me, and he asked me to marry him! You were gone, so what the fuck was I supposed to say, `no'?" Bulma suddenly stopped in her tirade and blinked a moment, before crossing her arms over her chest and looking at Vegeta suspiciously.

"Wait a minute!" she exclaimed. "How did you know that Yamcha and I were getting married? You knew earlier, but I never told you!"

"Hmph." Vegeta crossed his own arms over his chest in that infamous pose of his, and scowled back at her. "That baka mother of yours never shuts up. And when she mentioned your name and that baka's in the same sentence, I decided to listen to what she said for once." He glared at Bulma. "Couldn't even wait to trap him, eh, Woman?"

Bulma blushed. "I had him move the wedding up because I didn't want to be a fat bride."

Vegeta snorted. "Too late for that, Woman."

Bulma gasped. "Why, you stupid little monkey! How dare you-" she stopped when she saw the twinkle in his eyes. Vegeta? Joking?! That's it, this has to be a dream!

Bulma pinched her cheek, then looked back at Vegeta. Nope, no dream.

Wait a minute, Bulma thought to herself. Vegeta's here, I'm going to get married to Yamcha tomorrow … why don't I just have one last memory of him before I enter the rest of my life as a faithful wife?

"Vegeta."

Her tone was soft, seductive. Vegeta noted the change in her voice immediately, and his interest picked up. Her scent changed, too, with arousal. He could feel his own arousal stirring, answering hers.

"Please, Vegeta." She placed her hands on his shoulders, knowing he knew exactly what she wanted from him. "Just one last time?"

Vegeta pushed her down onto the couch and began to undress.

Bulma's eyes widened as she watched him, then she quickly looked away, blushing. Suddenly, as her eyes looked everywhere except Vegeta's chiseled body, she realized just where they were.

"This … this is where we first made love," she whispered, gazing up at the man standing before her.

Vegeta smirked as he finished dispensing with the last of his clothing, and knelt down until his face was less than an inch away from hers.

"I know."

Then passion took over.

A/N: I think we all know what's going to happen in the next chapter! ^.~

Next Chapter: Bulma and Vegeta are reunited: Lemon Style! But … what's this?! Someone shows up to try and break our two lovers apart?! NOT AGAIN!! Will Bulma's web of lies begins to unravel around her?! Or will the flames of passion protect her from the rug burn of love?!

Love, Tina