Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love is the Most difficult to Satisfy ❯ Baby Blues ( Chapter 16 )

Bulma had never felt better. Alright that was a lie, she had known better days. But still, she was feeling pretty good now. After almost three weeks of horrible sort of heartbreak, she was finally getting back on track. Getting over Vegeta had been a little hard than she had imagine. Truth was, she wasn't sure she was over him; she wouldn't never truly be. Which was strange considering the fact that basically nothing happened between them, But nonetheless, she felt something, and she had decided that even if he didn't want her, that didn't mean she had to sacrifice her happiness. What happened between her and Vegeta had been quite magical, at least to her, and she knew she would always remember it. Maybe her and Vegeta were meant to share a night together. Only one. She was ready to live with that.
She had made the decision after all.

She could have stopped, but she didn't. She wasn't going to sulk about it any more though. She was a grown woman, and by now she should know how to deal with her emotions. After all, she had gotten over Yamcha pretty quickly, so why shouldn't it be the same with Vegeta? Vegeta was gone, and it was obvious he wasn't about to return. At least, not just yet. Last time, he had been gone for months, and this time shouldn't be any different, especially since he would probably try to avoid her as much as possible.
She was fine with that.

Bulma sighed heavily, trying to chase Vegeta from her thoughts; she was doing better damn it. She had actually gotten out of her room, and had enjoyed some time outside. Also, Bulma had shared breakfast with her parents. Oh yes, her parents. That hadn't been an easy task. The first thing her mother had asked her was Where is Vegeta? Bulma thought she would break down when her mother said that but to her surprise she didn't. Bulma had calmly explained that Vegeta had decided to train somewhere else for a while. Her mother had seemed disappointed for a while, but eventually got over it. She still had those crazy ideas about Bulma and Vegeta getting together.

Like that would ever happen, again.

Bulma was currently brushing her hair, getting herself ready, since she had a date tonight. Alright, it was another lie, she didn't really have a date. She was simply going out with a couple of friends, and it happened it was a couple of friends that included Yamcha. She had gotten over her loneliness about Yamcha with Vegeta, and she thought Yamcha could help her forget about Vegeta. Not in a romantic way of course; she wasn't going to get back with Yamcha. She was not going down that path again, but he could be a good friend, and he could support her. After all, it was what friends did for each other right? And that was what Yamcha and her were; friends.

She wouldn't tell him she slept with Vegeta though.

Yamcha would die of a heart attack if he knew she had sex with Vegeta. She had given in to Vegeta, when Yamcha had wanted her again for so long. She shook her head; she would definitely not tell Yamcha, and it would probably ruin the only chance they could have at a friendship. It was also for his own good really; if he tried to fight Vegeta about it, he would get kill. Bulma took one last look at herself in the mirror, before approving of her looks. She was keeping it pretty natural, since this wasn't a date. It was actually only a supper between friends. She hadn't seen people in a while, and this could only do her some good. Bulma smiled at her reflection before getting up.
Tonight, she wouldn't think about Vegeta.

It would be a change.

"Bulma, sweetheart, Yamcha is here!" screamed Mrs. Briefs from downstairs.

Bulma adjust her hair slightly before heading downstairs to meet her friends. Yes, hopefully, everything would go smoothly tonight, although she wasn't sure such thing was possible; she had a bad feeling. Something inside of her mind was nagging at her, and she couldn't chase the feeling away. Perhaps she was just being paranoid. At least, she hoped it was the case.

Yamcha was alone in the car with Bulma, feeling somewhat nervous. He was the one picking her up, and then they would meet with their friends at the restaurant. Bulma and him had been a couple for a good amount of years, and it was only natural that they shared common friends. Although, Yamcha had been quite surprised when she had proposed this get-together. To put it simply, her phone call had shocked him, although it had been a nice surprise. Things between them had been a little awkward between them since she had walked in his apartment, and found him with that girl. Sure they weren't together anymore, but it was obvious she had been seeking for comfort from him, and he hadn't be able to give it to her. Every day, he hated himself for that horrible timing. Maybe if he had been alone, Bulma and him would be a couple right now.

Truth was, he'd love to get back with Bulma.

He truly loved her, and he would love to have her back. She had always been the love of his life, and nothing could ever change that. Even if he had strayed a few times, his heart had always been hers, and hers only. He had been so jealous when he found her in Vegeta's arms, with that monster's hands on her. Bulma was his, she always had been, and always would be. He knew it sounded a little possessive, but he had to be in her life. It was a need. Sure, being her friends would be good, and he would be there for her, but actually being with her would be amazing.

He would ask her out soon.

Well, if everything went great between them tonight, maybe he could ask her for a friendly date just the two of them this time. After all, Bulma looked a little happier, and less concern today; maybe she had gotten rid of whatever had been bothering her. Vegeta, was the first word that crossed his mind. Ever since Vegeta had came into the picture, things between him and Bulma had stopped being the same. Perhaps it was even that saiyan's fault that him and Bulma were not a couple anymore. In Yamcha's eyes, Vegeta had been the source of many problems, but now, according to what Bulma told him, he was gone into space for a few months, which was perfect.

That left him to be with Bulma.

Yamcha smiled before turning his attention to Bulma. "You look lovely tonight," he said with a smirk, one that reminded Bulma too much of Vegeta.

She smiled, forcing it a little, and Yamcha didn't seem to notice. "Thanks, you look pretty handsome yourself," she said, returning the compliment.

Yamcha couldn't help but let his smile grow bigger as he heard her words. This was only encouraging him in the direction of asking her out. She was complimenting him, and joking around, just like they used to in the good old days. This was a Bulma he hadn't seen in a while, the one he had first fallen in love with. He liked it. He felt himself relax even more, and get comfortable in the car. Somehow, it felt as if they were back to the time where they were teenagers. They still had a few minutes to go before they got to the restaurant where they were meeting up two of their friends, and he intended on enjoying the ride.

Bulma hadn't been talking much so far, but Yamcha didn't see this as a bad thing; she probably felt awkward, maybe he should clear things up a little. After all, things could be somewhat messy after a break up. He wanted her to know, that he was fine, that he wasn't hurt. "You know, I'm not- I was never with that girl," said Yamcha turning his head in direction of Bulma. "In any way," he added, to make his point clear.

Bulma avoided to make eye contact with him. She felt terribly bad right now; he was being so kind. He thought she might be uncomfortable that he was seeing someone else, and he was being considerate of her feeling. She wasn't even sure she could tell him the same thing back. After all, if he knew, he would never forgive her. It was true they were not together anymore, but he would feel betrayed. She decided to avoid the Vegeta subject. "You don't have to explain yourself to me. I mean we're not together anymore right?" asked Bulma, almost trying to make herself feel better.

Yamcha felt like a bunch of knives stabbed him in the back. Alright, her not caring like this was a bad sign, usually, she would have pretended it didn't matter, but it still would have. Although, she was avoiding eye contact, so maybe she did care about his relationships with other women. Maybe she was just trying to hide it? Also, he wasn't sure if he should ask about Vegeta, but he was dying to. "I know there's nothing between you and Vegeta," he said, his tone very light, as he tried to sound as he was joking, as if, her and Vegeta getting together was the silliest thing. Somewhere deep inside, he wanted her to confirm nothing would ever happen between her and Vegeta.

Bulma had a nervous laugh as she felt her words being caught in her throat. What in the world was she supposed to say now? She felt bad about lying, but she couldn't tell anyone. She was a liar, she was deceiving him. Her heart nearly break, as she knew she had no other choice. "Never in a million years," she said, trying to sound convincing.

Yamcha felt a little reassured by her answer, and Bulma felt reassured that he believed her. Then, a weird silent installed itself between them, and they were being completely silent as neither of them knew what they should say. They were suddenly saved by Yamcha's cellphone ringing. He felt somewhat relieved by the interruption since things had gotten awkward, and he didn't like it. While still driving with one hand, Yamcha picked up his phone with the other hand. As soon as he read the text message he got, his expression changed.

"Ah man," he said, sounding disappointed; he wasn't really. This was actually the best news of the day, well after Bulma wanted to spend some time with him of course.

Bulma turned her attention to him. "What? What happened?" she asked a little concern.

Yamcha sighed heavily before putting his phone back down. "It was Natsuki. She texted me that her and Kenta won't be able to make it tonight."

Bulma's good mood was slightly decreased by this new. Now she would have to go back home? This was her first night out in forever, she needed this. Why couldn't anything ever go right for once? Couldn't she get a freaking break? She was trying to be happy! "I guess, we'll go back," said Bulma, before sighing heavily.

That's when a good idea struck Yamcha; this was the opportunity he had been looking for! He had wanted a friendly date with Bulma, and this could be the best occasion to have it, since maybe he wouldn't get another chance to make a good impression on her. They could still go to the restaurant, but it would only be the two of them; could he really ask for something more? The only problem left was to convince Bulma that this was a good idea. It shouldn't be too hard, since she looked bummed that she had to go back home; this was his chance. Yamcha felt like he was taking advantage of the situation, but he decided he would feel guilty later.

"You know, we can still go," said Yamcha, a small smile on his face. "Just you and me," he said before adding a part that would make her feel safer, "you know, as friends."

The word friend seemed quite re-assuring to Bulma, but not completely. She loved Yamcha, but as a friend, and nothing more, at least not anymore. She wasn't really sure she could still have romantic feelings for him, but it was nice to know he felt the same way, since she had been worried that things might be awkward between them if he would want more. There was no reason why they couldn't be great friends right? They had made an awesome couple in the past after all, so no reason why they couldn't get that same friendship back.

"Sure, why not," said Bulma with a smile.

Yamcha couldn't have been happier. He would try and make sure this dinner with Bulma was perfect, this could be his last chance to impress her, and take her back, and he wasn't about to let it slip away from him. He would be on his best behavior, and he would try to remind her of how happy they used to be.

-L-

The restaurant they had picked was extremely busy, and popular. For most people, it was impossible to get a table under four to five hours of waiting. Of course, Bulma Briefs wasn't just most people, and she usually got the royal treatment. As soon as she had walked through the doors of the restaurant, someone had came by her side, offering her and Yamcha their best table. Yamcha had chuckled at the scene, while Bulma glared at him slightly, in a joking way. People hadn't been to happy about this, and Bulma felt a little bad. It was indeed nice to perhaps not have to wait, but still, some people spent their whole night waiting, while she never had to. Although, she was starving. She was craving for everything, and nothing at the same time.

How weird.

"Voila, mademoiselle," said the waiter before helping Bulma to sit down, making sure that everything was perfect for her. Bulma smiled back at him, before the man left to get their menus.

Bulma was staring at Yamcha who was sitting in front of her, and if she didn't know any better, she could have sworn this looked like a date. After all, they had a certain complicity, and he was a handsome man, while she was an attractive woman, why couldn't it look like they were on a date? At least, it was probably what everybody around thought. Yamcha smiled at Bulma, which brought her attention back on him. This isn't a date though, she reminded herself. It was a friendly get together.

"I'm glad you planned this," he said truthfully.

Bulma nodded slightly. "Me too, we haven't done anything together since, well," Bulma wasn't sure what do say anymore. "You know," she said, not finding better words. Great, now she had made the mood weird and awkward. Way to ruin it, girl, she thought to herself.

"I know," said Yamcha nodding at her. They hadn't done anything together since she had broken up with him. "But that was the past right?" he said, trying to lighten up the mood slightly. It seemed to work, because Bulma smiled, and he felt his heart warm up to her sight.

Bulma was smiling, but truth was, she wasn't feeling so well, although she didn't know where the feeling had came from. She was starting to feel slightly dizzy, and she could feel her head starting to spin, even though she had been fine a few minutes ago. Bulma shook her head, trying to snap out of it; she blamed this on stress, and nervousness. Why was she nervous though? She wasn't quite sure; maybe it was this whole Yamcha deal, and she wasn't sure how to act; yes, that had to be it.

Yamcha seemed to notice a change in her mood. "Are you okay?" he asked concerned.

Bulma nodded. "Yes, don't worry about me."

Luckily for her, Yamcha didn't get to ask her anymore questions since the waiter come back with their menus. "Let me know when you've decided," said the waiter, slightly bowing, before leaving them alone.

Bulma was staring at her menu, and she felt like she couldn't find anything that was interesting her. Everything on this menu looked so blend in her eyes, and nothing caught her attention. She knew this was one of the top class restaurant, yet it seemed everything about this menu was too normal; yes something was definitely wrong with her. Too normal? How could something be too normal? Especially this type of high class food. She never found it boring and blend before! She shook her head; she needed to snap out of it.

"I'll have the lasagna," asked Bulma putting her menu down. She said the first thing she had seen on the menu; she simply couldn't find anything that interested her. Although lasagna? That seemed like a strange meal choice for her. Perhaps she was feeling a bit under the weather.

Yamcha also put his menu down. "I'll have the lobster." The waiter took the orders before leaving them alone once again.

Bulma wasn't paying much attention to Yamcha since something else was on her mind. There was this odor that was bothering her, it was overpowering any other scent, and nearly blocking her nose. It smelled like cinnamon, and right now, the scent completely disgusted her. Why was it so strong? Did they burn some cinnamon rolls or something? Maybe they had candles or something, and they had just lighten them up, because she hadn't smelled that scent earlier when they had walked in. Yamcha noticed her winced.
"Are you okay Bulma?" this was the second time so far that she had acted weird. Something was surely up with her, but he wasn't sure what exactly was going on.

Bulma shook her head. "Can you smell this? That cinnamon smells way too strong," she said, a hint of anger in her voice.

Yamcha looked at her, very confused. What in the world was she talking about? He surely couldn't smell any cinnamon in this place. That's when he knew that something was wrong with her. "Bulma, what are you talking about? There's no scent of cinnamon in the restaurant."

At first Bulma thought he was joking, but when she looked into his eyes, she could see he meant it. How come he couldn't smell it? That's all she was breathing in! Maybe Yamcha was starting to develop a cold or something. "I guess I was wrong," she said trying to cover up what she said.

She didn't feel like getting into a big talk about cinnamon. Right now in her current state, the last thing she wanted to do was argue about the fact that a scent of cinnamon was lingering around. Plus, he might right, since she was not feeling so well, she could be hallucinating the scent. No need to create a fight over nothing. Bulma decided it was simply best to drop the whole thing.

Not too long afterward, the waiter came back with the plates, and as soon as he put Bulma's plate down, she knew she didn't want her lasagna. There was something, perhaps about the way it looked that she disliked. It simply didn't look appealing to her, but she hadn't eaten in a long time now, and since nothing else appealed to her, she might as well try the lasagna. Mentally, she couldn't chase away the thought that she was crazy. Was she really having a conversation about lasagna with herself?

After the first bite, Bulma thought this might have be

en her stupidest decision so far. The taste of the lasagna in her mouth, was bringing a feeling of nausea inside her, and it was as if she was about to throw it up. She felt sick. Bulma couldn't believe this; she hadn't thrown up in years. The last time it had happened, she had been somewhere around five years old. There was no way a little bit of lasagna would make her vomit. Against her will, Bulma swallowed the piece of lasagna she had in her mouth, telling herself it would pass.

That was her second stupid decision.

Bulma put her hand in front of her mouth, since she was going to vomit. She could hear Yamcha's voice, but she couldn't manage to understand what he was saying. Everything was echoing around her, and was too low for her to understand. All her attention was focused on not throwing up. She was trying to hold it back, trying to control it. But, Bulma could feel she was failing miserably as she felt it come up her throat. Next thing she knew, she was throwing up on the expensive carpet of the restaurant, falling to her knees.

Once the nausea was gone, Bulma was ashamed to raise her head. Had she really thrown up in public like this? Never had she been this embarrass of her whole life. This could not be happening to her, she had to be having some sort of nightmare. She didn't even want to look at Yamcha's face, or nobody's face for all that mattered. Bulma jumped slightly when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned her head to the side slightly, and saw Yamcha beside her. He took her hand in his; his hand felt cold.

"Come on B," said Yamcha trying to sound comforting, "I'll take you home."

He was very concerned for Bulma. In all those years he had known her, he had never seen Bulma sick; this was a first, and he was scared. She had been acting weird the whole night; had she felt sick this whole time, and hadn't told him?

Bulma nodded, before holding on to his hand to get up. She clearly avoided to look at the other people in the room, as she was ashamed of what happened. Hopefully Yamcha would get her out of her, and soon.

-L-

This was a horrible night.

Bulma was laying in her bed, feeling like crap. Right after Yamcha had brought her home, and had insisted to carried her into her bed, she had tucked herself into bed. She had absolutely no intention of leaving the room tonight. Her mother, who had been very worried about her little girl, had brought her up a bucket, just in case she felt sick again. Bulma glared at the bucket; she hated throwing up, and she hoped she wouldn't have to do it again. She sighed heavily before turning around in her bed. She was unable to sleep.

Bulma simply couldn't figure out what was wrong with her. This wasn't something common, at least for her. She didn't get sick, it was as simple as that. Also, she knew it wasn't nervousness that had caused her to throw up; she hadn't been that stress. It was only Yamcha after all, and she had known him for years. Although, he had been very kind to her tonight, even though she had made quite the scene, and Bulma knew she had missed that. Yamcha had stuck by her, even though she had been pretty gross. He had always done that.

She sighed heavily, her head throbbing; maybe she would need to go see a doctor tomorrow or something. After all, she had also been feeling quite tired lately; no matter how much sleep she got, she would still find herself exhausted in the morning. Maybe she had caught something, or all the work, and sulking she had been doing lately had sucked up all the energy she had, and now she was drained; that could be a good explanation. Depression could do a lot of things to the body, so it could make sense.

Bulma nodded to herself; tomorrow, she would go see the doctor there had inside Capsule Corp. She didn't really feel like going outside again, in case she threw up once more. She rather not do it in public again, since it would already take her months to forget the incident that had happened today. She would never live it down. Yes, tomorrow, first thing in the morning, she would get herself checked. Plus, she hadn't been to the doctor in like forever, so getting a regular check up wouldn't do any harm.

Well, truth was, Bulma wasn't a big fan of doctors. She had this impression that every time someone go see a doctor, they always come back with a bad news. She knew she was wrong, yet she couldn't help the way she felt, it was a fear, and though she had developed as a kid. Doctors were associated with bad news, and the last thing she needed right now was one more problem to bring her down even more. She needed a good news. Although, she knew seeing the doctor was inevitable since she couldn't remain sick like this.

She had felt dizzy before tonight, but never as much as that. It was a slight dizziness, that would pass within a few seconds. Dizziness and fatigue were things that only confirmed her theory that she was simply drained out of her energy. Well, if she didn't go to the doctor on her own, her parents would probably force her then since she had never been sick before. During her whole life she had been a very healthy child. Now, her parents were probably worried sick. If only for their sake, she would go.

Well, now wasn't the time to focus on other people; Bulma's eyelids were extremely heavy, and she knew she would fall in a deep slumber very soon, and she couldn't stop herself. She felt exhausted, since she had lacked a lot of sleep lately. There was one thing she was happy about though; she hadn't thrown up again. At least one good thing in this stupid night.
Bulma sighed heavily before closing her eyes completely; she would worry about this later. Now she had something much more important to do which was sleep.

-L-

Bulma was walking down the hall that would lead her to the small medical office that had inside their huge house. Since a lot of work was done inside their house, the Briefs had thought it would be safer for their employees and themselves to keep a doctor inside their house constantly. Plus, they barely saw the medical staff, so they were not of any bother to them. They were only there for emergency, and extreme cases. Bulma considered this an extreme case. Plus, they paid them, so why not use them?

Bulma had wanted to push back her trip to the doctor yesterday, but when she had woken up with a slight nausea this morning, she had decided it was time for her to find out why she was so sick. She had decided to be a grown woman, and to face her fear. It had taken her everything not to throw up, and that could mean nothing good. Every second, her stress increased. Right now, she had a lollipop, as she tried to keep a different taste in her mouth. The nausea had left a little while ago, but she still felt tired.

Once Bulma reached the door, she knocked before opening it. "Hi," she said as she walked inside the office. "I'm Bulma Briefs," said Bulma introducing herself to the doctor in front of her, who probably already knew who she was. He was a man in his mid-forties with a lot of grey hair.

"I know," said the man before walking away from his desk. "What can I do for you Ms. Briefs?" he asked, his tone very serious.

Bulma felt a little nervous; this man wasn't really helping her relax, no wonder she didn't like doctors. They were so cold, and antipersonnel. "Well, Dr.," said Bulma before letting her eyes travel to his tag, "Dr. Naoto, I've been feeling quite sick this past couple of days."

The doctor looked at her, from up to down before nodding to himself. Bulma was wondering what he could judge like this, what could her appearance possibly reveal to him? She didn't look any different than usual. Then, the doctor gestured for her to come to the next room. "Come with me," he said before he started to walk.

Bulma proceeded to do as told, and found herself in a square white room. Bulma looked around her; she didn't like this place. All this white, and nothingness, it made her stomach flip, and twist. Dr. Naoto gestured for her to sit down, before he grabbed a bunch of paper, and a pen.

Bulma nodded, before sitting down across form him. This felt like an interrogation, and she didn't like it. Why couldn't doctor office be more joyful, and colorful? It would put people at ease at least. She nervously put her hands down her laps, trying not to play with her fingers like she often did when she was nervous.

Finally, the doctor spoke, breaking the silence between them. It had seemed like forever to Bulma. "Now, tell me some of the symptoms you've been having," he asked, ready to take notes.

Bulma sighed before thinking about all the change she had in her health lately. There was a lot. "Well, first of all," she said staring at the ceiling as she thought, "I've been feeling extremely tired, somewhat irritated, I've been having some nausea, and I threw up last night," said Bulma, avoiding to look at the doctor.

She hated to see that look in doctors's eyes when they think they found the solution to someone's problem. Bulma had a feeling it was coming, and she was right. "Hmm, interesting," said the doctor as he kept writing down some things.

No not interesting, said Bulma angrily to herself. Yep, definitely irritated.
"Bulma, I would like to get a blood sample from you."

From the tone in his voice, Bulma could tell he already had an idea what was going with her, and she didn't like this; why didn't he just tell her right away, and get it over it. Yet, she couldn't tell him this, because she found herself unable to speak, although it wasn't like her.

"Are you scared of needles?" asked the doctor as he grabbed a needle before walking in direction of Bulma. Unable to talk, Bulma simply shook head head; she had worst thing happen to her than a needle in her arm.

Bulma felt a little plain as he removed the needle from her body, but she didn't show it. The doctor left, probably gone to analyze her blood, and show himself he was right, which would make him feel oh so proud of himself. And at that moment, all Bulma could do is wait for the result. She hated waiting, since she was not a very patient person. It was one of her only flaws. Bulma was a smart girl, and she liked to figure out things, and she didn't like to wait for an answer. It simply went against who she was.

She looked at the door again; well, it sure did look like this time, she would need to learn to be a little bit patient. After all, technology was pretty advanced, it should take the doctor too long to find what he was looking for. Bulma sighed; maybe it was nothing. After all, now that she thought about it, all the symptoms she told the doctor sounded like PMS. She chuckled; could she be PMS? Bulma thought about it; her last period was the 12th, and now we were the 15th which meant... she was late. Oh my god, she was late.
A whole bunch of thoughts went threw her mind. Her period was late. She was having symptoms. Wait, there was no way. No it couldn't be... It wasn't like her and Vegeta hadn't - oh gosh, they hadn't protected themselves. How could she have been such an idiot? She was supposed to be the smart one!

Wait.

There was no reason to panic just yet. She needed to wait for the doctor to come back. Maybe she was just slightly delayed. She wasn't really late yet, which meant she wasn't automatically pregnant right? There could be a lot of reason as of why she was late. She couldn't think of one right now, but she knew that once she calm down, she would think of one.

Bulma's heart almost stopped breathing when the door opened to reveal the doctor. He was looking at this papers while nodding. "I was right," he said before bringing his attention to Bulma.

Please don't say it. "Miss Briefs," please don't say it. "You're pregnant."

He said it.

-L-