Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Prompted VegetaBulma ❯ What? ( Chapter 10 )
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By: inuy21 
Bulma may have some surprising news...set after Buu.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Comedy / Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.06.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 466 | Visits: 479 | Status: Completed
Bulma may have some surprising news...set after Buu.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Comedy / Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.06.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 466 | Visits: 479 | Status: Completed
Drabble prompt was: "Brood". Word count set at: 400
Diclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
She sat at the kitchen table, chewing on the end of her pen that she had been using to sign the documents in front of her. ‘What am I going to do?’ She couldn’t get her mind to focus on work, when there was something much more serious at hand. She had been so caught up in her thoughts that she hadn’t heard her son enter.
“Mom, you okay?” he asked with concern, stopping in his tracks on the way to the fridge.
She gave him a weak smile. “I’m fine, sweetie.” She took in her son’s appearance of a pair of baggy shorts and an oversized T-shirt, accompanied with a white towel wrapped around his neck.
He stuck out his tongue at her comment. He may have been concerned about the way his mother had been looking “under the weather” recently, but he was still just a boy who got easily embarrassed by his mother’s sugary words.
She laughed at him. ’Just like his father.’ She watched Trunks grab his food and leave the kitchen, giving her one last glance, letting her know that he still didn’t believe she was “fine”. She sighed and continued to chew on her pen. ’Too smart for his own good sometimes.’ She shrugged at her thought. ’Now what am I going to do about Vegeta,’ she pondered. Once again, letting her mind wonder over the unthinkable task.
“Bulma!” The harsh words cut through her train of thought, and she was suddenly staring into the dark depths of Vegeta’s eyes. He was using a hand to lean on the table so his face was merely inches away from her own. “What’s wrong with you? I’ve been trying to get your attention since I walked in a few minutes ago.” Now that he had gotten said attention, he pushed up with his anchored arm to stand upright.
“What did you need?” her voice came out a little softer than usual, prompting another concerned gaze from her partner.
“I don’t need anything. However, you were about to chew through that pen. Didn’t think you’d enjoy the taste of ink, would you?” he was starting to get seriously concerned about her.
She sighed as she took the pen from her mouth. “No.” She watched him walk to the fridge. “I need to talk to you, though.”
“About?” He turned to look at her.
“I think I’m pregnant.”
Diclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
She sat at the kitchen table, chewing on the end of her pen that she had been using to sign the documents in front of her. ‘What am I going to do?’ She couldn’t get her mind to focus on work, when there was something much more serious at hand. She had been so caught up in her thoughts that she hadn’t heard her son enter.
“Mom, you okay?” he asked with concern, stopping in his tracks on the way to the fridge.
She gave him a weak smile. “I’m fine, sweetie.” She took in her son’s appearance of a pair of baggy shorts and an oversized T-shirt, accompanied with a white towel wrapped around his neck.
He stuck out his tongue at her comment. He may have been concerned about the way his mother had been looking “under the weather” recently, but he was still just a boy who got easily embarrassed by his mother’s sugary words.
She laughed at him. ’Just like his father.’ She watched Trunks grab his food and leave the kitchen, giving her one last glance, letting her know that he still didn’t believe she was “fine”. She sighed and continued to chew on her pen. ’Too smart for his own good sometimes.’ She shrugged at her thought. ’Now what am I going to do about Vegeta,’ she pondered. Once again, letting her mind wonder over the unthinkable task.
“Bulma!” The harsh words cut through her train of thought, and she was suddenly staring into the dark depths of Vegeta’s eyes. He was using a hand to lean on the table so his face was merely inches away from her own. “What’s wrong with you? I’ve been trying to get your attention since I walked in a few minutes ago.” Now that he had gotten said attention, he pushed up with his anchored arm to stand upright.
“What did you need?” her voice came out a little softer than usual, prompting another concerned gaze from her partner.
“I don’t need anything. However, you were about to chew through that pen. Didn’t think you’d enjoy the taste of ink, would you?” he was starting to get seriously concerned about her.
She sighed as she took the pen from her mouth. “No.” She watched him walk to the fridge. “I need to talk to you, though.”
“About?” He turned to look at her.
“I think I’m pregnant.”