Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love is the Most difficult to Satisfy ❯ The Angry Watermelon ( Chapter 18 )

1 month.

It has been one more month ever since she learned she was one month pregnant. If she was good at math, which she was, that meant she was now 2 months pregnant. Correction, that made her a huge watermelon. Alright, so maybe she wasn't a watermelon. She was just a little bigger, actually she was a lot bigger. Well, in theory, she was bigger than she was supposed to be. She was only 2 months, and she looked around 4 or 5 months pregnant. So technically, she was right; she was a watermelon. A big huge, watermelon who could barely fit through doors.

Bulma couldn't figure out if she was bigger because the baby was going to be big (especially if he had Vegeta's huge head, or even his arrogance, or anything that came from Vegeta that could cause the baby's head to swell) or because they baby was half-saiyan. She probably could talk to Chichi about it, but then again, maybe not. Except for Yamcha, nobody knew about her and Vegeta. And the baby. Bulma didn't mind though, she'd rather keep it like this for now, since she didn't know how to break the news to people.

Especially since even Vegeta didn't know about it yet, it seemed perhaps better to wait until he knew. He was already pretty much on the bottom list of people to find out. Telling Chichi would totally kick him out of the list.
Vegeta. She didn't even know when he would be back. He had been gone for two months now, and with him, there was no telling. He didn't care about her, so he was in no rush to come back Not that she minded; she was very good all on her own. Actually, she had been a lot less lonely lately than she had expected to. Maybe it was because all this baby stuff had kept her busy, but she hadn't felt like the same Bulma this past month. She had felt a lot better, and she had finally felt like herself again. It as as if she had let her sadness go.

Actually, the truth was that the baby had kept her from being actually busy. She had to pee exactly every 2 seconds, and if she didn't eat 24/7, she would cry and try to murder one of her parents. That had stopped her from being able to sit down, and do some actual work. Right now, she mostly wanted to kill her mom, since her dad had been left with all the work, and she didn't see him much. It was clearly impossible for her to work in her condition.

She was sort of more bitchy, and angry than usual. Basically, she was scaring off employees, which had caused her dad to fire her while she was pregnant. She was about to complain but she had to go pee, so she had let her dad win the argument.

She didn't have much work left to do after that, since she was basically not allowed to do anything. She was spending her day at home with her mom, which wasn't that entertaining. Poor Mrs. Briefs. Bulma was almost ripping her head off everyday, and she didn't even realize it. Her father did though and, deep inside, he wished Bulma would hit the crying phase soon. He could tolerate the tears more than the screaming. Which was why he was spending so much time working too. Mrs. Briefs hadn't been that angry when she was pregnant. He hadn't been ready for it. Vegeta didn't know his own luck.

Mr. Briefs had taken the news pretty good, at least according to Bulma's standards. He didn't yell, but his whole face got red with anger. Of course, it wasn't like he could kill Vegeta or anything like that. Mr. Briefs was simply angry that Vegeta knocked up her little girl, than ran away into space. At least he could have been a man about it. Mr. Briefs had a lot of respect for honor, and commitment, and right now he saw neither in Vegeta. Bulma had tried to explain that Vegeta didn't know about the pregnancy, but when he turned purple, she decided to tell him later.

Right now, she was sitting on the couch, eating her 10th bag of Doritos (her favorite, well, since the pregnancy), watching a war movie. Now she could understand the rush Vegeta and Goku were having when they were fighting. It was making her in the mood to kick someone's ass. All this blood, and punches, and guns. She loved it. And not once did it crossed her mind that she actually hated those types of movies before. If only her balance wasn't affected from her new body figure, she would go and fight someone.

Alright, maybe she was a little more violent than usual. So what?

It's not like she had many friends, or people to hang out with, so she needed to entertain herself the best she could. She basically only had her mother, and that wasn't enough. Oh and Yamcha... sort of. Two weeks after he left her house angry, he had called to apologize. He had said he was sorry for his reaction, then had hung up. He had sort of mumbled it, and Bulma knew he had done it out of guilt. She hadn't heard from him since then, and that wasn't a good sign. Bulma herself wasn't even sure what to say if she saw him. Sure, she felt a little guilt too.

She sighed heavily before kicking the coffee table with her foot. This whole situation was pissing her off. They were both goddamn adults, and things shouldn't be that complicated between them. He had made mistakes too, like that Kegome, so he wasn't exactly perfect, or in any situation to judge her. She remembered when she called his house, and she picked up. Stupid whore. He wasn't mister perfect. Plus, they weren't even together anymore when she slept with Vegeta. It wasn't any of his business. She could do what she wanted.

Bulma bit her bottom lip in anger. Maybe she should talk to him, trying to work things out. After all, he had made the first steps by calling her, which meant he was the one crawling. Not her. Doing the first step was the hardest thing, and he had gotten that out of the way already. Maybe she could met him half way, and fix their friendship? She was getting pretty lonely in here since her father didn't let her work, and that she couldn't really tell Goku, Krillin, or even Chichi about this whole thing.

Well, technically, she could tell them. She had called Goku once, after the whole fight with Yamcha, but nobody had picked up. Most of them were all fighting and training. Also, she wasn't sure how she felt about telling people about her and Vegeta. First of, Vegeta would yell, and she didn't feel like hearing his voice. Second of all, Yamcha had reacted pretty bad. Well, that was because they were romantically involved before but still. Chichi couldn't stand Vegeta, and Goku would be too weirdly happy. Her hormones weren't stable enough for her to deal with that stress just yet.

Bulma sighed heavily; she would simply go with her first option, which was to call Yamcha. After all, he already knew about all of this. Plus, it would be better than hanging out with her mom all day.

"Mom, I'm leaving," said Bulma as she got off the couch. Getting up was becoming harder and harder everyday. As soon as she got up, she felt a familiar feeling.

"Maybe I'll leave after a washroom break," said Bulma to herself, as she could feel her bladder ready to explode. "Yeah, after," she added, before rushing towards the washroom.

Then, after this, she would drive to Yamcha's apartment. Maybe she had more chance to catch him at his apartment if she went there unannounced. She could try that. At the worst, he would not be there, and she would have gone out of the house. It was a win-win situation.

-L-

Bulma was coming out of her car, her legs tightly pressed together, as she tried to balance her weight. She never had to pee so badly in her whole freaking life; she thought she was about to cry. She was jumping up and down, as she closed the door of her car before locking it. Then, she ran as fast as she could to building, hoping that she would be able to reach Yamcha's apartment before it was too late. Fortunately for her, someone opened the door, and she could get in without buzzing, which saved her some time.

As soon as she got in front of the door, Bulma started to bang like crazy. She was doing much of a good impression, but right now her bladder needed to be emptied, and she didn't care about anything else. That baby needed to move this instant, and put less pressure on her bladder, or she would officially die. How was she going to put up with more months like this? Maybe she should carry a freaking portable toilet or even a bottle with her. But perhaps a capsule with a toilet sounded more sanitary.

Finally, after what seemed like forever to her, the door of the apartment opened, revealing Yamcha. He was only wearing sweat pants, and he looked like he just woke up, his eyes still semi-closed. It was the middle of the afternoon for crying out loud! He blinked a few times, before realizing it was Bulma standing in front of him, pressing her legs together, and holding her big stomach with her hands. He was still a little confused since he had just waken up, but the sight seemed to smack some sense into him.

"Bulma? You're so b-" He stopped mid-sentence. Bulma looked angry, at the end of her roll, and she was pregnant. Bad idea to insult her right now. Even if he didn't mean to.

"I need to use your washroom," said Bulma completely ignoring what he said. She didn't even hear what he said. "NOW," she added before pushing him out of the way so she could run inside.

Yamcha was pushed against the door as she ran inside, and he nearly collide with the wall; who knew she had so much strength in her. As he closed the door, he processed everything that happened. Good thing that girl from last night didn't spend the night, or she would have had a heart attack seeing a pregnant woman walk in like this. Also, knowing Bulma, she might have freaked out at the sight of a half-naked girl in his apartment. Not because she'd be jealous, but because she seemed hormonal.

Yamcha sighed heavily before walking to the couch. She wasn't pregnant with any baby. She was pregnant with Vegeta's baby. He swallowed hard; he didn't like it. Truth was, he would never like the idea, and it would always bother him to no end. But, he had still called her, he had too. Bulma was too precious to him, and he wasn't sure he could deal with not having her in his life. He had lost her, and that had been partly his fault. This was just how he was paying for his mistakes. Although, nothing said that he could never be with her. Sure, she was carrying someone's else baby, but that someone left her. It was obvious Vegeta had no feelings for her.

And that's when he came in.

It would be hard, because the thought of the two of them together would always run in his mind, and he'd always remember how she allowed Vegeta in, but not him. It'd be difficult to ignore the fact that they slept together. Especially since she was carrying Vegeta's baby, but he would be there for her. Who knew, maybe he would win her back in the process. That had been his original plan anyway. If he showed her he could be the man she needed, perhaps she'd considering having him as her boyfriend again.

After a few minutes, Bulma came out of the washroom, looking a lot better than she did when she went in. She walked towards him, a small smile on her face. "Sorry about that," she said before stopping in front of him.
Yamcha couldn't help but stare at her stomach. She was quite big for a woman who was only a couple of months pregnant. Bulma noticed and sighed angrily. She didn't mean to, but she knew she didn't quite have the same figure.

"Quit staring will ya?" she snapped at him.

Yamcha jumped slightly at her anger. He wasn't really surprise, because Bulma was already quite angry naturally, it was only normal for her to get more furious.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "Why are you here?" he asked, when she calmed down a little.

Bulma shrugged her shoulders. "You're my friend."

Ouch. But, Yamcha brushed it off. After all, it was the truth. "I see," was all he could manage to say to her. What else was he supposed to say?

Bulma sighed heavily. "I didn't like the way things between us ended," she paused, "after the fight." Yamcha had been her friend for a very long time.

Plus, he was the only one who knew right now. She needed him, she needed someone.

Yamcha nodded; he didn't like it either. Although, he had been the one who left, but that was because he was hurt. She had know idea what pain he experienced. He had felt so betrayed, and so broken. Everything he had wanted with Bulma, another one was going to have it, and he didn't even want it. Vegeta would throw all of this away, and he only wanted to cherish it. He would have wanted a family with her. He would have wanted to marry her. Vegeta had simply wanted to get laid. Why did that monster get easily everything Yamcha had worked so hard for?

It was so unfair.

"Friends," he managed to say, although his anger was slightly getting to him.
Bulma smiled, not noticing the pain he felt inside. "Friends."

She was glad she could at least fix things with Yamcha. If there was one thing she needed, it was friend. Also, Bulma could tell he needed the same thing. She could still see the pain in his eyes, but she couldn't erase what happened, or make anything easier for him. It had happened, and neither of them could do anything about it. At least, he was able to overlook the pain, and still be her friend. She knew the discussion with Vegeta wouldn't go as easy as this one. She only wished he could as understanding.

"So," said Yamcha before pointing at her stomach, "that's a pretty big baby, huh?" he asked, slightly amused.

Bulma was getting slightly aggravated, but she knew Yamcha was only trying to lighten the mood. She nodded, and looked down at her stomach. She was quite enormous for the little amount of month she had been pregnant. She wondered if she would keep getting bigger for the next 7 months to come. If she did, Bulma doubted she'd even be able to fit through doorways anymore. Heck a King Size bed would probably be too small for her. And all that weight she would put on... she didn't even want to think about it.

"Maybe you'll give birth sooner than expected," said Yamcha trying to encourage her as he noticed the desperate look she had on her face.

"Oh please," said Bulma before rolling her eyes, "with my luck I'll be pregnant for the next two years." She shook her head. "I'll survive the androids, because I'll be so fat, they won't even think I'm human!" she said with a tiny smile before sitting down on a chair.

"Wait until he does a kamehameha in your stomach," said Yamcha holding back a smile.

Of course, his smile was soon gone when he noticed the murderous look Bulma was giving him. Her eyes were wide open as she was glaring at him.

"It's not funny," she said, her voice filled with anger. Could the baby actually do that? Could it have it's power while it was inside of her? A slight panic took over her, and her eyes were slightly bigger.

Yamcha chuckled. "I'm sorry."

Bulma let out a sigh of relief. At least she knew now that things could be a little better. It was nice to relax, and be able to joke around with someone, it was something she hadn't done in a long time. But, she didn't miss the way Yamcha would have this sad look in his eyes sometimes, but she knew they could work on it. She didn't want to get back with him, but he was her friend. Heck, he had been there for her more than Vegeta had been. She couldn't deny him that. Plus, there were certain people you could never cut out of your life.

Yamcha smiled at her, but sadness filled his heavy heart. He would try, but he almost knew already that, there was no hope. He wanted to ignore the truth, but her words, her gesture... he already knew it. Bulma wouldn't be his. If she had wanted to, she would have been a long time ago. Even now, as he tried his best to be the friend she needed right now, she didn't show any sign that she wanted more. But, he had always been there for her, yet she chose him. That had to mean something.

Nonetheless, he would try. He would be there for her, because he had the feeling she would need him.

-L-

Bulma was sitting at the kitchen table, and in front of her were 6 large pepperoni pizzas. Well, actually, there were 5 empty boxes of pizza in front of her, and she was currently eating from the last one. Bulma was starting to wonder if the reason why she looked so big was because she was eating so much, and not because her baby was big/grew faster. She sighed heavily; she couldn't help it, she was starving all the time. It was probably due to the baby's appetite. She had seen Vegeta and Goku eat, and she wasn't even eating half of what they were eating. Yet, she was eating twenty times more than usually. She really needed to control herself before she would explode.

Bulma took a deep breath as she put the last box of pizza over the others. She relaxed in her chair, as she played with her glass of water. A few minutes later, her stomach growled, asking for food, and Bulma sighed angrily.

"You have got to be kidding me," she almost yelled in anger.

How in the world could she still be angry after all this food? Surely she had eaten everything that was in this stupid house! She didn't feel like going out, especially not with the way she looked, or her unpredictable urges to pee. Bulma sighed; now she understood why Chichi could get so angry at Goku and Gohan when they ate too much! She just ate months of groceries! Not that they couldn't afford it, but still. That was a lot of food, and apparently it was a waste, because she still wasn't satisfied.

"MOM!" she yelled from her chair.

A few minutes later, Mrs. Briefs appeared in the kitchen, her usual big smile on her face. "What's wrong sweetheart?" she asked before sitting down at the kitchen table in front of Bulma. She looked a little more annoyed than usual, and Mrs. Briefs wondered why.

"I'm starving," said Bulma folding her hands into fists, "There's no more food," she said, her displeasure rising.

Honestly, she had turned into a freaking saiyan, minus the power. So basically she had only gotten the bad side; the anger, and the hunger, what a rip off. Actually, Goku wasn't angry, but from what she had heard, he was the only saiyan to not be that way. Falling on his head had made him quite the special case, but in a way it was a good thing. Well, she'd take a nice saiyan over Vegeta any day of the week. Although, she had chosen Vegeta over Yamcha. But, that wasn't the same thing damn it!

Alright, so what, she was attracted to bad boys? It wasn't a crime. A lot of women were like her.

"I could order some more food?" proposed Mrs. Briefs with a smile on her face. Her poor little girl was starving in her kitchen! How could have this happened? She was always cooking! Well, it was true that Bulma was eating a little more, but still. She should have been prepared. "What would you like dear?" she asked walking toward the phone.

Bulma sighed heavily; what did she want? Probably the whole restaurant. Nothing seemed enough to satisfy her right now. She would eat the house if she wasn't afraid that it wasn't very eatable. "Meat," she said desperately. She could go for some bloody dripping meat. Wait, what?

That's it she had officially turned into a freak show. She put her hands on her stomach, and rubbed it slightly, as if she hoped it would calm the baby. This baby was causing her hunger to go through the roof, and it was getting out of control. She sighed; good thing she had grown so attached to her belly. It was in fact quite hard to deny how much it would break her heart if something happened. Something bad. This pregnancy had actually turned out to be the light at the end of the tunnel, and even if she complained, she loved it.
Just because of this baby, she had overcame feelings, and events she didn't think she would. At first, Bulma thought it would be hard to go through this alone, but it had actually reminded her of who she was. Lately, she had been depending too much on people, but now, she knew she could do it on her own. This baby depended on her, and only her. She wouldn't let her child down, which meant she had to be stronger. Nobody else could protect her child but her, meaning she had to step up her game.

Bulma had always been a strong person, but she had some lows, like everyone. But, this big change was for the best. It wouldn't be as hard when Vegeta would come back, because her heart and her mind weren't in the same state then when he left. She had put herself back together, and now, she had a wall around her. She knew she would feel something when she would see him, but she wouldn't break down, or anything of the sort. Bulma had stopped making him a priority, she had re-channeled herself.

"Honey," said Mrs. Briefs bringing Bulma out of her thoughts, "Your food will be here soon. Would you like something to drink?"

Bulma smiled at her mother, happy to have her around. She might be quite air head sometimes, but her mother had a lot of love, and for everyone. Lately, her mom had been quite her best friend, and although they couldn't really have conversations, her mother had shown her a lot of support. Any moment she would need something, her mother would come rushing, trying to help, and making sure she was alright. The father of her child might not be around to support her, but her mom was filling in the role quite well.

Bulma got up from her chair, and walked over to her mother, who was still waiting for her to answer. Bulma wrapped her arms around her mother, and hugged her tightly. Mrs. Briefs was a little surprised, and giggled before hugging her daughter back.

"Thank you mom," whispered Bulma.

Once again, Mrs. Briefs giggled. It must be the pregnancy, because she didn't understand why her daughter was so happy about her ordering food. It was no big deal really, she had done it before.

For once, Bulma didn't feel as infuriated. She could actually feel the tears coming, and she rolled her eyes. Her dad would be happy to learn about that. He had been avoiding her so much lately because apparently, she was too angry.

She was no longer frustrated though, instead she would be a crying mess.

-L-

Bulma was laying on her bed, with her laptop in front of her. Since her dad had banned her from the lab, in case she broke something, she had decided to do some work from her bed. Maybe she couldn't actually work on projects, but she could at least try to invent some new ones right? When her mother was busy, the place was pretty empty, and she would get really bored. Doing nothing wasn't really her thing, and she rather have her mind focus on something instead of running wild. Sometimes her mind could be her enemy.

Then, Bulma heard a knock on her door, and immediately turned her head in direction of the sound. "Come in," she said, wondering why her mother would knock on the door. She had been walking in the past month without any problem.

When the door opened, Bulma saw it wasn't her mother, but Yamcha coming inside her room. He gave her a small smile before walking toward her bed, leaving the door open.

"Your mom let me in," he said, as if he felt out of place in her house. It was something he had never experienced before.

Well, it wasn't quite the same anymore, which could explain his reaction. He didn't feel at home as much now that they were only friends. Before that, he considered Capsule Corp. is second home, and he would just walk in everywhere, at any time. Being friends didn't really give him the same privileges, or so he thought. Maybe one day he would be able to consider this place his home again. Well, he still had a chance to try to really make this his second home, even if his chances were thin.

Bulma smiled at him. "It's fine, you can come. We're friends right?"

It would be a lot easier to be friends if she stopped throwing that word at him. It hurt every time, yet she didn't seem to realize. Yamcha knew it was the truth, but still, she didn't have to shove it in his face every time she saw him. "Right, friends," said Yamcha feeling uneasy.

Bulma pat her bed. "You know, you can sit down."

He looked so uncomfortable standing there, like he wanted to be anywhere else but here. She knew he must feel a little hurt still, even though they talked, but she wanted to try, and help him feel more at ease around her. After all, if he had come all the way to her house, he had wanted to see her right?

Yamcha nodded, and walked over to her bed, and sat down at the edge, some far from her. He gazed around her room; it hadn't changed. He didn't know why, but he had almost expected the whole place to look a lot different. Then, a thought hit him. Although he didn't want to, he found himself wondering if this was where they did it. He looked around once more. No it couldn't be in her room. Vegeta wouldn't have come all the way to her room to get her. It was in his room. There was no doubt.

"So, what are you doing?" asked Yamcha trying to distract himself from his own thoughts.

Honestly, if he wanted to try and have her back, he couldn't focus on his anger, and pain all the time. Although, sometimes it was pretty hard considering she had this huge belly, which was constantly reminding him of what happened. He sighed; there was at least one thing that was good. Vegeta wouldn't want anything to do with the baby. Which meant that maybe, if he played this right, him and Bulma could be together, maybe they could be a family. Of course, that would include Vegeta's baby, but he could live with that. The child was innocent.

"Working on new blue prints," said Bulma before putting her computer away. "Apparently, I could be a danger in the lab, so I've been banned," she said with a small smile.

She smiled because inside, she was pissed. Bulma was actually trying to control her emotions a little. She couldn't bite off everyone's head when she felt like it. Well, technically she could, but it wouldn't be nice right?

Yamcha chuckled. "I can understand the danger part," he said with a smile.

Bulma punched him hard on the arm, and Yamcha moved away slightly. He wasn't hurt, and both of them were smiling. This was something he had missed. Him and Bulma just being together, no pressure, no stress. They were simply hanging out, and having a good time. He wished things had remained that way. They always had that complicity in the past, and never in his life had he been as much at ease around a woman. With the others, sometimes he would stuttered, and what not, but Bulma was different.

"It's not my fault," she said before pointing at her belly.

Before Yamcha could reply, her dad walked in the room, and he had a serious look on his face, and it could mean nothing good. That immediately got Bulma worried, and she got up from the bed, and walked towards her father. "Is everything okay dad?" she asked, worry obvious in her voice.
Mr. Briefs sighed heavily, not knowing how he could break the news to her.

His daughter had looked so happy when he walked in, and he was afraid what he was going to tell her would ruin the mood. Although, it couldn't really wait, because he wanted her to know, and be ready for it. He wasn't sure how she would take the news, especially since her emotions were all over the place lately. Hopefully, she wouldn't scream. But he had to admit he'd rather have her scream than cry her heart out.

"I, hm, I got some information about Vegeta's ship."

Bulma didn't need to turn around to know that Yamcha's mood had changed. "What is it dad?" she asked, unsure if she wanted to know.

"He is on his way back," said Mr. Briefs before looking away. He almost winced in advance, getting himself ready for all the screaming.

"How long?" that question surprised but Mr. Brief and Bulma.

Indeed, against all odds, Yamcha had been the one asking the question, which surprised Bulma, a lot. Why would Yamcha want to know it? Shouldn't she be the one asking? Although, truth was, she didn't want to know. He had left without caring, so why should she care when he decided to come back? It wasn't any of her business. But her heart ache at the thought of Yamcha wanting to know. They were both aware that things were different when Vegeta was around. Mostly because the two fighters couldn't stand each other.

"About a month," said Mr. Briefs surprised that his daughter hadn't screamed yet. Maybe the angry phase was done now? He would be more than relief if it was, although she wouldn't be allowed in the lab yet anyway.

Bulma nodded, and smiled slightly. "Don't worry dad, I'm fine. I don't care when, or if he comes back."

Both Yamcha and Mr. Briefs stayed shocked at her words, but didn't argue with her. Mr. Briefs believed her slightly, but still had his doubts. Yamcha considered it like an excellent thing, and completely believed her. This time, he had been the one to not hear the pain her voice.

Mr. Briefs smiled at his daughter, before leaving the room, still extremely worried about her. Bulma sighed heavily before closing the door behind her, and trying to act as if it didn't matter. She had always known Vegeta would come back, it was no surprise. Although, she had expected him to be gone as long as he had been gone last time. Another few months. A little more time to allow her to be stronger. Well, she didn't mind though, it was just, it would only cause more awkward time between them.

Obviously, they would still fight, but having her huge belly as a constant reminder would make the whole situation weird, and she knew it. Vegeta wouldn't act the same with her anymore, that was for sure. The one good thing was, she was prepared for Vegeta's reaction. She knew he probably wouldn't care, and he wouldn't want anything to do with the baby. She was fine with that, plus, why would she want to spend the rest of her life with him anyway? It had been for one night only, nothing more.

She turned her attention to Yamcha who seemed deep in his thoughts too. Yamcha wasn't sure how to deal with the news. If, for some strange reason, Vegeta decided to help Bulma, then he would lose his chance. That meant he only had a month to get closer to Bulma. It wasn't very long, but he could manage. After all, it had been quite the love at first sight when they had first met right? All he had to do, was try to bring the sparkle back. He should be able to do it again right? Bulma and him had been happy.

He raised his head, and smiled at Bulma. She was looking down at her belly, and slightly rubbing it.

Yamcha sighed heavily; this would be hard.

-L-