Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love is the Most difficult to Satisfy ❯ All Alone ( Chapter 17 )

Bulma was laying in her bed, feeling very nervous. How in the world was she going to deal with this? This was never a possibility, or even something that had crossed her mind. Bulma never even thought about the fact that they hadn't used protection. There was no way she could do this. She was first of all, all by herself, and second of all, Vegeta wouldn't want any part of this. So much for it being a one night without any evidence. THIS was the BIGGEST evidence. She smacked herself on the forehead; how could she have been so careless? Well, truth was, she hadn't really expected to have sex with Vegeta, so she hadn't come prepare. She thought she would have slept there, only slept. Never had she thought things would turn out this way.
That idiot knocked her up, and ran off.

She was extremely nervous because she wasn't sure she could do this, at least not on her own like that. Sure, she was more than old enough to have her own kid, but still, this was a very big responsibility, and she didn't know if she could handle it on her own, and while she was so unprepared. She hadn't planned to have a kid. She couldn't do this. Wait, of course she could. She was Bulma Briefs, she didn't need a man to live her life to the fullest. By herself, she could be an excellent mother, she didn't a man to help her. She had never needed one, and she wouldn't start now, would she?

Bulma sighed heavily; it would be hard, there was no dying that. Although, she couldn't hide that she was a little happy. After all, she was going to be a mother; there was a life growing inside of her, and that was beautiful. She had never thought that she would have a family. She was always so busy with work, and inventing, that it never occurred to her to have a family of her own. It's not that she was against the idea, it simply that the thought had never really crossed her mind. After all, up until a few weeks ago she didn't have a boyfriend anymore. Not that she did now.

Argh.

Bulma couldn't help but laugh slightly at the thought of Vegeta being a father; it was pretty silly. He didn't even know how to act around people, so she knew for a fact, he wouldn't be able to take care of a baby. Well, not that he would. He would not only be awkward around the child, but he probably wouldn't know what to do with it, because it did not involve food, or training. Plus, Bulma doubted Vegeta would want anything to do with the baby. Heck, he would probably want to move out of the house to be as far as he could from her and the baby. That, or he would totally ignore her. Somehow, she had a feeling he would go with the other option. He had never let anything bother him. If he didn't want the child, he would simply pretend it didn't exist.

That was another problem. Vegeta's reaction to this news. Obviously, he couldn't deny that it was his; he would have saiyan power, but that didn't mean in any way that he would like the baby. Vegeta would never admit it, or see it as its own, and Bulma was pretty sure about that. After all, to Vegeta this had been nothing more than a mistake, one that he never wished to repeat. If he did want a family of his own one day, Bulma was pretty sure she was the last person he would want it with.

Although, his would be very awkward; to have Vegeta live in her house while she's carrying his baby. He would probably pretend like none of this matter; not that he would care. She would though, and this would probably hurt her. Bulma didn't want to kick Vegeta out though, because he had nowhere else to go. Plus, they needed him to save Earth. She had to keep him in the house, unless he found somewhere else to go. She doubted that would happen, so it meant he would have to stick around, at least until the androids came.

Bulma wasn't sure how she would deal with having him around. She knew how she felt, and she knew how he felt. He didn't want a relationship, and their night together had been nothing. Well, to him at least. Now she was left with the memories, the feelings, and a baby. Vegeta for himself, was gone and he had no one to think about, except himself. He had the great life; he couldn't feel a thing. Bulma was left alone to deal with everything, but then again, hadn't she put herself in that mess in the first place?

She let her head sink between her knees, as she tried to prevent the tears for coming. She was happy about the baby, there was no doubt, she knew she would love him, or her, but what pained her was something. What she wasn't so happy about was the Vegeta part. She sighed heavily before letting the tears roll down her cheeks. She would have to live with it, and Vegeta wouldn't care. But this didn't exactly come as a surprise. The man would never be able to use his heart. He would never know what it was like to feel.

She changed her position so her head was on her pillow. She was still crying, and it felt extremely good to release the pain she had been holding inside. Bulma brought her hand to her stomach, and rubbed her belly slightly. Right now, there was life growing inside of her, and she couldn't believe it. As Bulma buried her face in her pillow, many thoughts were going through her head. Especially how she would announce it to people. Surely, most of them would have a heart attack. She knew for a fact her mother would be more than happy; she loved Vegeta so much! Her father would probably not think much about it. He usually didn't get involve in her life much.

One person who would take this hard would be Yamcha. Bulma couldn't even imagine to think how he would feel that she slept with Vegeta and not him. There was no way she could hide this from him now. He was bound to notice her stomach grow, and her child. Sure she could avoid him for a while, but not forever. He would probably be angry, and heart broken. Heck, Bulma wasn't even sure she would be able to tell him. She would have to eventually she reminded herself, since he would sort of notice her belly at one point, especially if he came by. But, the later the better, right?

At the thought of that, Bulma cried even harder. This was hard on her, harder than she thought. She was trying to see the bright side, but the only one she could find was that, she would have a baby, and she would love that child. Except from that, everything else looked so complicated. It would be hard emotionally, and she would need to be strong. Things had been hard for her lately, but now she had to be better. Not only for her, but for the baby growing inside her. Bulma knew she needed to be stronger, because it was not all about her anymore.

Hopefully, Vegeta wouldn't come back to soon, so she would have the time to adjust to all of this. This was a new life for her, and a new experience. If she had the time to build a wall around herself, so she could protect her emotions, than having Vegeta around would be a lot easier. Especially since she knew he would take the news pretty hard himself. Hard wasn't even the word. Perhaps for the first time, he would actually show some emotions, and let his facade of his fade away. Although, she doubted that would happen.

Bulma wiped a tear away, and took a deep breath. She might as well get it over with, and at least tell her parents; she wouldn't mind some support right now. A hug, and some comfort would probably do her a lot of good. Perhaps some home baked cookies as well. Bulma looked out her window, and stared at the sky, where she knew he was. Somewhere out there, in the deep space. She would deal with Vegeta when he would come back. No need to cry over this situation; she was stronger than this.

Bulma closed her eyes, a little sadness filling her.

-L-

Bulma was almost dragging herself in the kitchen, where she had the feeling she would find her mother. Mrs. Briefs had been cooking non-stop ever since she learned Vegeta left; she wanted to make sure she had enough stocked up food for when he came back. She knew how much saiyans loved to eat! Usually, they would run out of food so quickly, and she knew how grumpy he could get. Bunny, didn't want him upset. Plus, she loved Vegeta, and wanted to make him happy! He was frowning so much!

As Bulma walked in the kitchen, just like she had expected, she found out that her mother was there cooking. What a usual sight. A unknown smell hit Bulma's nose causing her to be slightly sick; she felt like she had nausea. This wasn't a good start; she couldn't even stand being in the freaking kitchen! Hopefully this nausea crap would go away soon, because Bulma didn't think she could stand this much longer. She hated being sick, and most of all, she hated throwing up. Although, she had heard about morning sickness, and from what she knew, this was far from over.

As Bulma sighed, Mrs. Briefs turned around. Her daughter's exasperation had caught her attention. "Hi sweetie! Are you hungry?" asked Mrs. Briefs gesturing towards the food.

The simple thought of eating was making Bulma feel sick, and her stomach was doing flip flops. She shook her head in desperation. "I'm not hungry, mom," said Bulma before sitting down at the kitchen table. How the hell was she suppose to announce this to her mother? There was no right way to start this conversation.

Bulma sighed. "Mom, I need to talk to you."

Mrs. Briefs turned around to look at her daughter, a huge smile on her face. Was it her, or her daughter looked strange today? She seemed to be zoning out a lot more than usually. Perhaps she missed Vegeta? She couldn't blame her! "What is it, sweety?" asked Mrs. Briefs with her high-pitched voice.

Bulma took a deep breath; it was now or never. "Mom, I'm pregnant," blurted out Bulma before covering her face with her hands; she wasn't sure she could handle seeing her mother's reaction.

Silent came.

Bulma was getting a little worried when her mother wasn't saying anything; usually she couldn't shut up! Bulma found the courage to put her hands away from her face, and looked at her mother, fear overwhelming her. With her mother, it was very hard to tell how she would react. But her reaction was not what Bulma expected. Mrs. Briefs was crying, which Bulma took as a bad sign at first, but then, she realized that under the tears, her mother was smiling. So then, was she upset or happy?

"Oh, honey, I'm so happy!" said Mrs. Briefs before running into her daughter's arms. This was an amazing news! Her little girl would be a mother! And she would be the prettiest grandmother there was! Mrs. Briefs held Bulma in her arms extremely tight. She couldn't believe this! She thought the day would never come!

Bulma hadn't expect her mother to react in such an enthusiastic way, but she wasn't about to complain. The warm reaction her mother was giving her was exactly what she needed, and it felt nice to have someone's approval. Bulma held her mother back, and for the first time in a long time, she felt relieved. She knew her mother could be somewhat of an air-head, but at least, she was there for her. Sometimes. At least, she could give her support when she really needed it, and it was all that mattered.

Bulma smiled as her mother pulled away. Mrs. Briefs clapped her hands together. "This is so exciting! Can you imagine all the shopping will have to do?"

She couldn't help it; Bulma smiled. There was only her mother to think about shopping! in a time like this Although, she was right; there would be a lot of shopping to do for this little bundle of joy coming. At least Bulma knew her mother could distract her from her bad thoughts. She held her tighter, trying to thank her. Sometimes, her mother could be the one who can handle the most delicate situation. Perhaps there was a lot more to Bunny than most people thought. It was a good thing.

"Thanks, mom," said Bulma a small smile on her lips.

She could do this, right? At least, her mother seemed to believe that, so why not? She could be a strong woman, and she would be able to get herself out of this, and become even stronger in the process. This would be a good experience for her. There was no reason why she couldn't handle this! She simply needed to believe in herself a little, something she hadn't been quite doing lately. Things over things had been happening, and she never had a chance to deal with all of them. Now was time to face reality.

-L-

Bulma was in her living room, watching a movie. Her mother, who had been very excited by the news, was gone shopping without Bulma. She had decided that from now on, Bulma needed to eat very healthy, since she was eating for two. Bulma had laughed; she didn't need to eat healthy, but she needed to eat a lot considering she was carrying a half-saiyan child. Bulma found it funny to wonder if her appetite would grow the more she advanced in the pregnancy. After all, she had seen Gohan eat, and he was as bad as his father!

Bulma put her hand on her belly, and rubbed it slightly. This baby would bring her joy, and happiness, and she knew her child would fill the void in her life. Maybe after all, this would make it easier to be alone; it's not like her child could dump her, or run away in space. Well technically her kid could run away in space, but it was a figure of speech; it wouldn't abandon her. She was its mother, and they would be linked forever. A bond that could not be broken. Unless the baby was like its father. Then, it would be an asshole.

She could feel her anger rising; Vegeta could be so heartless sometimes! She still couldn't believe he had ran off like this! Simply because he couldn't stand the way she felt. He didn't have to return the feelings, and she wouldn't have bothered him about it. She simply couldn't help the way she felt, he could hardly blame her for that. But now, he had to be an asshole, and decided to take the easy way out by running away. Plus this would be a lot easier to deal with if she could punch the crap out of him right now.
Sure, she was happy about the baby, simply not about the father. This was all Vegeta's fault anyway. She could get all her anger out if he hadn't run away like a coward. He wasn't a man! Bulma was distracted from her absent-minded state by the doorbell. Since her father was in the laboratory downstairs, and her mother gone, she figured she could get up, and answer it herself.

When Bulma opened the door, she was more than shocked by who she found standing there. Yamcha. Bulma froze right away; what in the world was he doing there! Her mind went into a total panic, as she tried to figure out how she was supposed to deal with this. Never had she been prepared to face him so soon. Sure, she didn't have to tell him now, but she was such a bad liar! She could already feel herself being nervous, and she knew she was starting to sweat. Then, Bulma realized she had been silent ever since she opened the door.

"Yamcha, wha- what are you doing here?" asked Bulma, slightly nervous.

Yamcha seemed confused by her reaction. She didn't seem to happy to see him, which he didn't understand. Had something happened since last night and today? "I wanted to know how you were doing." When Yamcha noticed the confused look she was giving him, he decided to add more details. "You were sick, remember?"

Bulma bit her bottom lip hard. Yamcha had been kind enough to bring her home last night after she had made quite a show of herself! With the pregnancy news, she had completely forgotten. It was sweet of him to check up on her, although deep inside she wished he hadn't. "Right," she said before nervously chuckling, "I'm doing a lot better," she said with a fake smile.

Yamcha didn't seem to believe her. Actually, he didn't, and he was right not to. He could tell if Bulma was lying; he knew her pretty well after all. He could tell when she was hiding something, just like she could always catch him in a lie. He wasn't sure if he should confront her about it because after all, his main goal was to show her how nice he could be. He wasn't sure he wanted to upset her right now, but it was killing him. Although, if he wanted to get back with her, they couldn't start their new relationship on a lie.

"Bulma, you're lying," said Yamcha before inviting himself in.

Bulma seemed a little surprised by what he said. Was she really that transparent? "What are you talking about?" asked Bulma trying to act as normal as possible. She closed the door behind Yamcha, feeling very uncomfortable. Could she keep this from him? Didn't it seem cruel to hide something so important from him? Somehow, she felt like it wasn't right.

Yamcha put his hands on Bulma's shoulder. "Why were you sick last night?"

Bulma shrugged her shoulders. "A little sickness?" she asked, hoping Yamcha would believe her.

Yamcha shook his head; she wasn't even sure of her own answer. It was more than obvious she was lying, and it created a small fury inside of him; why was she lying to him? What could it be that she felt the need to hide it from him? "Look Bulma, I've always been there for you. Tell me what's wrong. You can talk to me about it." Yamcha hoped Bulma could still trust him, and share with him.

Bulma wanted to tell him badly what happened, but she couldn't. He cared so much about her, and he was showing it now, and it was killing her. He was worried, and he wanted the truth, which was understandable. Of course, she knew he might not be able to handle it. She would feel bad if she hurt him, especially since they were back on good terms now, she didn't want to ruin it. There weren't a couple anymore, but it didn't mean Yamcha was a bad guy. She knew he would be hurt by this, and she didn't want to make him suffer

"Yamcha, please. I'm fine," said Bulma looking away. She hoped he would drop it, at least for now.

Yamcha sighed heavily before letting go of her shoulders. She didn't want to tell him, at least now. He would have to wait; there wasn't much he could do right now. "Fine," he said, slightly upset. He couldn't let this get in the way of what he had planned right? Maybe she just felt still a little awkward around him.

With a sigh, Bulma felt a relieved take over her. She could push the matter to later right? There was no reason why Yamcha needed to know about this, since she would not show for a while. Plus, he was just her friend just like the others. Why should he know before everyone else? It shouldn't be any different, just because he truly cared for her? Because they had a history together? Bulma shook her head; now wasn't the time to think like this. Right now, she had to ease his worries, and make him forget about her lies.

"I was watching a movie," said Bulma with a smile, trying to distract Yamcha. "Wanna join me?"

Her invitation made Yamcha smile; she wanted to spend time with him! He hadn't expected her to want to, at least not so soon, but he couldn't say he was disappointed. He could forget about whatever she was keeping from him for a while. After all, as long as she needed him around her, he would be there. "I'd love to," he said with a smile, before walking towards the living room with her.

Bulma was relieved that Yamcha's mood was better, and that he seemed to have dropped the issue, at least for now. He had seemed to forget slightly about her sickness, which would give her sometime to prepare herself before breaking the news to him. Also, it would give her some time to figure out how to prepare him for it; it would not be pretty. She sighed; hopefully she would have a little more time, to make sure they were both prepared. Because even herself didn't think she could handle telling him the truth.
Although, she had a feeling, Yamcha would never be ready for this. She, herself wasn't even ready for such a big news, and to be a mother, so she could not even imagine how he would deal with the news. Maybe she wouldn't have to tell him? Yeah, right.

-L-

The whole time Yamcha and Bulma had been watching the movie, Yamcha couldn't help but notice little things about her. For of all, she seemed completely grossed out by the popcorn, which was very weird coming from Bulma. She could eat a giant bag of popcorn all by herself usually. He also noticed how she was often sniffing around; also strange. At first he was trying to not pay too much attention, but it was hard. Everything was screaming there was something wrong with her, and it was getting harder to push away the feeling.

He was so intrigued by what she was keeping from him, that those little things only aroused his curiosity. Was she still sick? What could be so bad about it, that she felt the need to keep it from him? What didn't she think he could handle? He wasn't sure if he should ask her. She hadn't wanted to answer him earlier. Maybe she would keep giving him the same bullshit. Every time he was staring at her for too long, she would turn her head, and smile at him. Probably trying to make him not wonder. He sighed heavily; he would wait until the end of the movie.

Fortunately for him, the movie ended fifteen minutes later, which made him quite happy, since he wasn't that patient. Especially when he was curious. Now, it was time to confront her, and this time, he expected an answer.
"Bulma," said Yamcha in a very serious tone, "tell me what's wrong." At this point, he was almost demanding the truth. Although, nothing forced her to actually be honest with him. They were just friends.

Bulma bit her bottom lip; she should have figured Yamcha would have asked her again. He wasn't one to easily give up on something. She wanted to be honest with him, she just wasn't sure she would be able to carry it through. Bulma couldn't watch his heart break again. "I can't," she said, her voice breaking.

She heard Yamcha sighed heavily, but she couldn't see him; she was looking away. "I'm sorry Yamcha, but I can't," she repeated, "I just can't."

Suddenly, Bulma felt Yamcha's hands on her shoulders, and she turned her head to look at him. "Bulma, just tell me. It can't be that bad," he said, truly believing his words. What could be so horrible that she was scared to tell him? There was nothing he couldn't handle, not after everything they had been through together. She should know by now, that she could rely on him.

Bulma looked at him straight in the eyes, her heart beating fast in her rib cage, as if it was trying to break free. It was now or never, and she knew it. No more lies, no more trying to avoid him. She could ignore his questions again, or get it over with, now. Maybe it was better to do it fast, just like removing a band aid. There would be pain, but perhaps it would be quick, and then it would all be over. All she could do, was hope. She took a deep breath, repeating to herself this was the right thing to do.

"I'm pregnant," she said, her eyes moving to look at the ground. She couldn't bare to look at him right now.

Bulma couldn't hear a sound; not even Yamcha's breathing. She closed her eyes tightly shut, and bit her lip; this had to be bad. She was afraid to look at Yamcha, knowing he was suffering.

"You can't be pregnant Bulma, to be pregnant you have to-" Yamcha stopped mid-sentence as he felt his whole world come crashing down around him. Bulma wasn't his Bulma anymore. Bulma. His Bulma had been with someone else in a way they had only shared together. In his heart, he felt betrayed. It didn't matter that they weren't together anymore. He felt hurt. How could have this happened? How could she have let another man touch her body, how could she have let someone have her in a way, only he had?

There was only one person who was responsible for his pain. As soon as he had understood what she had said, he knew it couldn't be anyone else "It's him, isn't it?" asked Yamcha, his tone extremely bitter.

Looking into Yamcha's eyes, Bulma felt extremely guilty, because she could see the pain. "Yes," she said, not wanting to look away. She wouldn't be a coward, since she had to face the choices she made, even though it was hard right now. She found it hard to be breath, and her words were often stuck in her throat. In a way, Bulma felt as if she had betrayed Yamcha. Not because she had slept with someone else, but because she had done something with someone who didn't love her, that she had refused to do with Yamcha.

Yamcha felt an anger going through him, and he knew he had never felt so much rage in his whole life. He had never liked Vegeta, he hadn't like the idea of him living with his girlfriend, and now he knew why. "Does he know?" asked Yamcha looking away from Bulma. He couldn't stand to look at her right now. He found it hard to keep his self-control. He was clenching his fists, as he tried to calm himself down, but it was nearly impossible. How could he recover from such a news? His heart was in pieces.

He couldn't believe she made him wait, and she just gave in to Vegeta.

Bulma shook her head.

Yamcha had a bitter chuckle. "So you were just a one night stand?"

Bulma felt a fury going through her as she raised her hand, and slapped Yamcha on the cheek. Once she realized what she had done, she brought her hand over to her mouth, to cover it. She slapped him. His words had hurt her so much, but he didn't cause the pain, what caused the pain was the fact that he was right. She had tried so hard to hide the truth to herself, but in fact, it was the plain truth. Yet, it hurt so much more when Yamcha said it, then when she thought about it. Perhaps because it made it real.

She had been a one night stand. Although, she knew it from the start.
"I'm sorry," she said, removing her hand away from her mouth.

Yamcha had never been so hurt of his whole life. He wasn't sure he could take this; it was too much to bare, and to deal with. He hadn't even felt the pain from Bulma's slap, because he was too shocked by the news. What had hurt him was what she had done with that thing. Vegeta had soiled what was, perfect, precious, and that bloody monster had soiled her with his filthiness. How could she have let him put his dirty hands over her like this? How could she had let him use her? She was smarter than this! Bulma was quality, how could she have sunk so low?

"He's a blood thirsty, cold-heart, murder," hissed Yamcha through his teeth.

Bulma didn't answer; maybe she could see something in Vegeta that wasn't really there. Still, she wouldn't admit that he was still that person. He might have been, but he had changed. He wasn't as cold-heart as he used to be. She didn't care what they said, she had seen changed, He might not be perfect, but he was not a monster anymore. He didn't carelessly kill people for no reason anymore. She believed he was staying on Earth for more than simply beating Goku. He was going to defend Earth after all.

She decided to remain silent. What could she tell him anyway?

"You can't even defend him?" asked Yamcha bitter. He couldn't even believe Vegeta had gotten something Yamcha had always wanted. He had always wanted to fully be with Bulma again, and she had never accepted. Vegeta would never want to be with her. "He'll never love you, Bulma," said Yamcha, breaking Bulma's heart.

She knew all those things deep inside, but hearing somebody else said it, was different. She couldn't bare listening to him say all those mean things, because she refused to accept them. She knew he didn't want to hurt her, but it still caused her pain. "Yamcha..." She didn't even know what to say; she couldn't defend Vegeta.

Yamcha scoffed; she was trying to defend him. It was obvious though that she had nothing to say, because nothing could erase what this monster was. He was a jerk, and he couldn't stand anyone. He was even surprised he had sex with Bulma, since Vegeta despised humans so much, although, he was a man though, and he probably had needs too. He only used Bulma to satisfy himself. He had used her, and threw her away like a piece of garbage. Yamcha knew he wouldn't have done that if she had been with him.

"I can't stay here," said Yamcha as he started to stand up, "I just can't." He sighed heavily before taking one last look at Bulma. She was trying to keep a strong facade, he could tell. "You're were right. Maybe I shouldn't have known," he said before leaving the house.

Bulma let her head hit the couch, as a pain filled her heart. It shouldn't have happened. Now Yamcha was upset, and he might have been the one to actually care for her. Although, she couldn't change the way things were; she simply couldn't care for Yamcha the way she cared for Vegeta. No matter how long she had been with Yamcha, she felt something with Vegeta that wasn't there in her relationship with Yamcha. Some things could not be created. If the spark wasn't there she couldn't do anything about it.

Hopefully, when Yamcha would calm down a little, he would come around. She knew he would be upset for a while, but she also knew he couldn't complete erased her from his life. At least, she hoped so. Sadly, Bulma knew Yamcha had probably reacted better than Vegeta would, so she needed to get herself ready for him. Although, it was hard because she had no idea when Vegeta would be back from space. It could be months. Maybe she would be huge like a watermelon by the time he got back. Maybe the baby would be born, who knew? Vegeta might try to avoid her for a very long time.

She sighed heavily; the thought of going through her pregnancy alone depressed her. Sure, even if Vegeta was there, he wouldn't care, but at least she would know he was there. Bulma could feel the tears coming one more. She rubbed her eyes slightly, trying to chase them away. She decided that from now on, she wouldn't cry over Vegeta again, because he simply didn't deserved her tears. He walked out on her without a regrets, and she could move on without regrets too. It would be hard, but at least now she had a goal, she had someone coming.

She put her hand on her belly, smiling slightly. This baby would help her, a lot, and perhaps it would bring the light back in her life. Maybe this would be what she need to move on, and finally go back to the person she was before all of this arrived. Ever since Vegeta had come in her life, it was as if all her life had been a mess, and she had no control over it. She had been quite depressed and whiny lately, and she knew this wasn't who she was. She could be better than this. She had to be.

No more tears was the promise she made to herself. She would be able to keep it. Things would be hard in the next few months, because the way things looked, it would be only her and the growing baby inside of her, for a while.

All alone.

-L-