Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Pruple Surprise ❯ Chapter 4

Purple Surprise-Part 4

By: Bulmafox

The day that everyone had waited anxiously a year and a half for had finally arrived. All the Z Fighters got up bright and early for the tournament that would be held that day. Goku and his family arrived first, carting around a large amount of food in the car. Goku was so excited he forgot to eat; if Chi Chi hadn't packed food in the car at the last minute, she, Goku, Gohan, and Ox King would starve to death before the day ended. Tien and Chiaotzu arrived at the arena next and quietly took their seats. Krillin, Yamcha, Master Roshi, Oolong, and Puar arrived in one big group, in style, courtesy of Yamcha's convertible. They all got out of the car and sauntered to their place on the bleachers. Vegeta and Bulma arrived last, in one of Bulma's air cars. They got out and sat away from everyone else, at Vegeta's insistence, earning mean looks from Yamcha and Oolong.

"So, is everyone here?" Goku asked, "Good. Let's get started, then."

"But Dad," Gohan protested, "Mr. Piccolo isn't here yet."

"Oh? Where is he, then? Did he get hungry?"

"Imbecile! Nameks don't eat food. I thought you knew that by now", Vegeta said.

"But I forgot." Goku whined.

Out of the corner of her eye, Bulma saw Piccolo carting a TV/VCR set into the field house. She vowed she would find out what Piccolo was up to later.

Piccolo rushed out and told Goku, "Sorry. I had some business to take care of."

"That's all right", Goku said, "All that matters is you're here." He took out a battery-powered microphone he hid in his gi and announced, "Today is the first Z Fighters Martial Arts Tournament. The rules are the same as the World Martial Arts Tournament: if you lose consciousness, give up, or land outside the ring, you lose. And if you kill your opponent, you're disqualified." Everyone looked accusingly at Vegeta.

"What?" Vegeta asked defensively.

"The matches will start out like this," Goku read the sheet Chi Chi gave him, "Piccolo and Gohan are in Match 1. Krillin and I are in Match 2. Vegeta and Chiaotzu are in Match 3, and Tien and Yamcha are in Match 4. Okay, let's get ready to-o-o-o ru-u-umble!"

As Gohan and Piccolo walked up to the square arena, Oolong and Puar passed out programs and snacks for everyone. "Popcorn, peanuts, ice cold beverages, hot dogs, hamburgers! Get it while it's hot!" Oolong shouted as he moseyed from one end of the stands to the other. "Hey, want some snacks?" he offered Bulma. He glanced down at her stomach, which was starting to show, and said, "On the other hand, lay off those snacks. You're packin' on some major pounds."

"Gimme those." Bulma snatched the tray away from Oolong. "And don't ever call me fat again."

"Hey, that's mine! You can't go around snatching food! And besides, you need to watch your weight, fatso."

"That's it", Bulma said calmly. She dialed up the nearest pork factory. As soon as the other party picked up, she said, "Hello? This is Bulma Briefs here. I just found you a prime piece of pork that I think will bring in a lot of money. Where is it? Why, it's right---"

Oolong snatched the phone from Bulma. "You'll never take me alive, butchers! Hahahaha!" He hung up the phone and put it in my pocket. "Ha-ha! You're little trick didn't work! Hahahaha!"

Bulma lunged at Oolong. "You give me my phone back before I bash it out of you, pig!" Bulma bashed Oolong against the bleachers.

Before Bulma could bash him a third time, Oolong shouted, "Stop! Stop! I take it all back! You're not fat! I don't wanna die! Here's your phone." He gave Bulma back her cell phone and walked away. "Sheesh, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning!"

Bulma turned away from Oolong and looked at the arena. She saw Piccolo and Gohan walking down, with Piccolo being declared the winner. Man, it's all that pig's fault I couldn't find out what he was up to. Guess I'll have to wait until Piccolo fights again. Bulma went to reach for her snacks, but instead her hand crashed down on the bleachers. She looked over at Vegeta, who had stolen her tray, and gave him a death glare.

"What?! A Saiyan needs food to reach optimal performance!" Vegeta said defensively.

"Gimme that!" Bulma snatched they tray back from Vegeta.

The next two matches were pretty uneventful. Goku beat Krillin with a few punches, and at the end of the match Goku told Krillin they would always be best friends, no matter how strong or weak the other one got. Vegeta knocked Chiaotzu out with one punch. The next match, the one between Tien and Yamcha, lasted a little longer than the previous two. Yamcha and Tien were pretty much equal and the match was a stalemate, until Yamcha used an attack he hadn't used since he was a teenager: the Wolf Fang Fist. Tien was so stunned by the move that Yamcha knocked him completely out of the ring.

After the fourth match ended, Goku once again walked up to the arena with the mic in his hand. "Okay, we have now reached the semifinals." Goku looked down at the match sheet. "Lets see, Piccolo and I will fight in Match 5, Vegeta and Yamcha will fight in Match 6, and whoever wins Matches 5 and 6 will fight in Match 7, the finals. Okay, let's get ready to-o-o-o ru-u-umble!"

As Piccolo and Goku stepped up to the ring, Bulma rushed to the field house and snooped around for the TV/VCR set. When she found it, she listened to make sure the battle was still going on before viewing the tape. Bulma gaped at the screen upon viewing one of the worse parts of the tape. After recovering from the shock, she abruptly turned it off and rewound it to the very beginning. After the cassette finished rewinding, she took it out, crumpled and stretched and twisted the sensitive tape within, and put it back in the VCR.

Bulma returned just in time to see Goku knock out Piccolo. "What took you so long?" Oolong asked when she sat down beside him.

"Bathroom. Do you know what? I don't like this seat anymore." Bulma moved and sat next to Chi Chi.

"Hey Bulma," Chi Chi said in a hushed voice, "Both of your sweeties are fighting. So, who do you want to win?"

"Who do you think? Vegeta, of course."

Oolong slid right up to the ladies and asked, "Would you care to wager on that?"

"Oolong, you moron!" Bulma yelled, "How much of that did you hear?"

"Oh, just enough to know you're rooting for Vegeta. One hundred zenni says my Yam-man'll put your Veggiehead into the ground."

"All right, you're on."

"Okay, don't come crying to me when you lose, sweetcakes," Oolong said smugly.

"Don't worry, I won't." Bulma and Oolong sat back and watched the fight between Vegeta and Yamcha

Vegeta knocked Yamcha out with one punch.

"Nanee-nanee-boo-boo! Give it up. You'll never win against me," Bulma taunted.

"Fine! Double or nothing says my Goku wins. And believe me, my boy always wins."

"All right, fine. You're on."

"You must be bent on getting broke today. You might as well kiss your money goodbye."

"I'll tell you what you can kiss if you don't shut up! The match is about to begin."

Out on the field, Goku and Vegeta walked up to opposite sides of the arena and assumed their battle stances.

"Don't worry, Vegeta. I'll go easy on you", Goku taunted.

"Oh please, Kakarot. I don't need your sympathy", Vegeta answered.

"Fine. I guess you like being pummeled into the ground."

Vegeta narrowed his eyes. He hissed, "Do your worst," and charged at Goku.

The fight was a stalemate from the very beginning, with each opponent gaining the upper hand only to have it knocked down in a few punches. Finally, after about half an hour of this, Goku got tired of playing around and went Super Saiyan. To everyone's surprise, Vegeta actually continued to hold his own, though not as easily as before. He came up with a clever plan to defeat Goku. He let Goku attack with his barrage of punches, backing up to the ring's edge all the while. When he reached the edge and Goku was about to deliver the final blow, Vegeta phased behind him. Goku turned around and prepared a devastating point-blank punch. Without warning, Vegeta turned into a Super Saiyan, which surprised Goku so much he couldn't move. Vegeta took full advantage of the opportunity and punched Goku full force in the gut, sending Goku crashing toward the wall, outside the ring.

Everyone stood silent for a good full minute. Then Bulma jumped up, whooping, "Whoooo, Vegetaaaa!!" Everyone looked at her as if she had grown six heads.

Bulma quickly covered up her Freudian slip. "Whoo, Vegeta won! Pay up, pig."

Oolong asked incredulously, "What are you, psychic or something?" as he grudgingly gave up his 200 zenni.

Not long after everyone split up into groups to discuss fighting strategy, Piccolo carted his TV/VCR set to the middle of the ring, where everyone could see it. He turned the TV on and pushed play. A scene of Vegeta carrying Bulma to her bedroom flicked across the screen for a moment before it turned fuzzy and the VCR spit the tape out. Piccolo put the tape back in and pushed play. The tape refused to behave. Piccolo spent the next few minutes engaged in an intense wrestling match with the tape. Finally he just blew the whole thing up and got it over with. Then he produced a set of papers that Bulma and Vegeta never thought they'd see again: the results of Vegeta's DNA and Bulma's pregnancy tests.

Before Piccolo could hand out the papers to anyone, Vegeta covertly blew them up. Piccolo simply got out another set and started passing them out. Vegeta blew up the second set, and Piccolo pulled out a third one. Piccolo smirked at Vegeta as if to say, "Give it up, Vegeta. You're outnumbered."

Oh my word, how many copies does that toad have?! I'll never be able to blast them all without arousing suspicion! Realizing the big secret was going to come out no matter what happened, he stood up and yelled, "I did it!"

Everyone looked at Vegeta with strange faces. "You did what?" Everyone except Gohan, Chi Chi, Piccolo, and Bulma asked in unison.

"I'm the one who fathered Bulma's brat."

"You mean Bulma had a baby?" Krillin asked.

"No, chrome dome, I'm saying she's pregnant with one! And I'm the one who fathered it. Does anyone have a problem with that?" Vegeta cast a deadly glare down on everyone.

Tien yelled, "Yes, I do. Rapist!" He charged full force at Vegeta and got swatted down like a fly.

"Any more objections?" Vegeta challenged.

"Yeah, I have an objection, you homewrecker!" Yamcha yelled. "If it weren't for you, Bulma and I would've gotten married and started a family by now. But you took her away from me and made her with child. It's your fault she hasn't had the good life. You broke us up. It's all your fault. I hope you die for that!"

Bulma stood up. "Yamcha, it's not his fault. I'm the one to blame for all this. I'm the one who seduced Vegeta. I'm the one who told him to go ahead. If anyone's at fault for breaking us up, it's me, not Vegeta. Me."

"Bulma, how could you do this to me? I thought you loved me."

"I thought I did, too. I guess I just loved the idea of having a boyfriend, that's all."

"But-but Bulma, why him? What's he have that I don't?"

"Oh, let's see…everything. He's ten times the man you ever were. And get this: Vegeta is the best lover I've ever had the pleasure of sleeping with."

"What?! Better than me?"

"Yes. Let me tell you, Vegeta completely wore me out the first time we had sex, and every other time, too; he is that good."

"Bulma!" Chi Chi scolded, "There are children around! You know better than to say the `s' word in front of Gohan."

"But Mom, I already know what that means", Gohan protested.

"See? you're corrupting his mind with dirty images already."

Tien finally woke up. "Bulma, no matter what kind of man you think Vegeta is, he is a monster. He has murdered millions of innocent people. He has torn you and your one true love apart. He tried to take over the Earth."

"First of all, Yamcha is not my `one true love'. Second of all, about the `taking over the Earth' thing, what do you think Piccolo tried to do for years on end?"

"But that's different. Piccolo is on our side now."

"So? Vegeta's on our side now, too. Anyway, my point is, don't go calling the kettle black unless you call the pot black, too. Speaking of which" Bulma turned to Piccolo, "I thought you had finally become a good guy. What on Earth possessed you to do such a despicable thing as blackmailing us?"

"I needed a training partner. Goku and Gohan were training together and I didn't want to tear Gohan away from his father, and Vegeta was the only other one strong enough to pose a challenge to me. Of course Vegeta would never train with me willingly, so I had to blackmail him."

Gohan walked up to Piccolo with a bright and sunny little kid's face. "If you needed a

training partner, all you had to do was ask."

"Yeah" Tien said. "We would've easily sparred with you."

"I'd be honored to accept such a challenge", Yamcha added.

"This is preposterous!" Vegeta shouted, "He's in the same boat as me! When he does something despicable like this, you give him a pat on the back and praise him. But when I do the exact same thing, you all condemn me to the Other World and back! The only reason I admitted I fathered Bulma's child was because I'd rather face it like a man instead of a coward. Now I have no more reason to justify myself to any of you. If you want to treat me like a monster, then I'll act like one. I'm done with this godforsaken planet." Vegeta flew off in a huff. Goku flew after him.

"See what you did?" Bulma scolded, "You just lost a valuable ally in the fight against the androids, and you made the man I…really care about leave the planet, all because of your stupid double standard! If I have to raise my child alone because of your self-righteousness, I'll never talk to any of you again. In fact, I just might join Vegeta in outer space!" Bulma suddenly ran out of the stadium in tears.

Chi Chi was next in line to scold the Z fighters. "See what you did! You made Bulma run off and cry! Worse yet, you made her consider leaving the planet! Shame on all of you!" Chi Chi ran after her best friend, followed by Krillin and Gohan. "Bulma, wait up!"

Chi Chi, Gohan, and Krillin found Bulma crumpled up into a ball in her air car. "Don't worry, Bulma. I gave them all a stern talking to." Chi Chi told her friend

Bulma looked up and said between sniffles, "Thanks, Chi Chi. You're my only friend."

"Hey, what about us?" Krillin asked. "What are we, chopped liver?"

"And what exactly did you do while Vegeta and I were being attacked? Nothing. You just stood there and let everyone rip on us. Now I know who my true friends are, and that sure doesn't include you."

"But there was nothing I could do."

"If you were really my friend, you would've defended me instead of wimping out to remain tight with your crew."

"Hey Bulma, am I still your friend?" Gohan asked.

"I guess so. You did understand what I saw in Vegeta and accepted it when told you I was pregnant with his child. I guess I'll let the Piccolo thing slide, just this once."

"No fair!" Krillin yelled.

"You can use the double standard, so why can't I?"

Krillin backed down.

"So what are you gonna do now?" Chi Chi asked.

"I don't know. But I do know I have to tell my parents soon, before anyone else does. My mom will be ecstatic, but my dad might kill me. He really doesn't like Vegeta. Still, it's better than them finding out from Yamcha or Tien, or worse, Krillin."

Krillin had a hurt look on his face. "Bulma, I would never betray you like that. In fact, why don't I come with you to your parents' house?"

"No. I'd rather do this alone. I'm going home to get some sleep before I tell them. Bye, guys."

"Bulma, are you sure you can drive in this condition?" Chi Chi asked.

"Oh, sure. I've driven in far worse moods than this. Bye." Bulma drove off to her house.

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"Vegeta, wait up!" Goku shouted as he flew after the frustrated Saiyan prince. He finally found him standing on a cliff overlooking the ocean. Goku landed right beside him. "Vegeta, don't go. We need you to fight the androids with us."

"Says who? You heard them. They'd rather me disappear into space than infest the planet with my filth."

"That's not true. They were just acting in everyone's best interests."

"Oh really? I'd say they were just trying to purify their little club. I'm leaving the planet, Kakarot, and you can't stop me."

"No, I can't stop you. But before you go, think of Bulma. She would miss you terribly if you left. And your child will never know his father. Don't you care for them even a little bit?"

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The next morning, Bulma stood right outside her parents' door. She took three good gulps and then pressed the buzzer. "Who could be calling at eight a.m. in the morning?" she heard her father mumble. "Yes, who is it?"

Bulma hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Um, Dad, this is Bulma. There's something very important I need to tell you."

Dr. Briefs opened the door to let Bulma in. "Well, why didn't you say so? Come on in." Dr Briefs led his daughter to the spacious living area. "Just wait here a minute while I go get your mother."

A few minutes later, both Briefs walked down the stairs and sat directly across from Bulma, with only a coffee table separating the parents from the daughter. Mrs. Briefs chirped, "Well dearie, what's so important you had to come all the way out here at eight o'clock in the morning?"

"Well, Mom, Dad, I'm pregnant."

Shock flitted across both Briefs' faces for an instant before it melted into sheer happiness and the two stood up and danced around the room. "We're gonna have a grandchild! We're gonna have a grandchild!" they cheered. As soon as they finished dancing and cheering, Bulma's mom chirped, "Bulma, you and Yamcha have made us so proud today. I'm finally getting a grandbaby."

Dr. Briefs added, "By the way, where is the fine young lad so I can congratulate him personally?"

"Um, Dad, Mom, you might wanna sit down for this."

Dr. and Mrs. Briefs slowly sat down on the couch. Dr. Briefs asked, "What's wrong? Did you and the proud father-to-be have a fight again?"

"Um, Dad…..Yamcha…isn't…the father."

Mrs. Briefs was so shocked her eyes actually opened. "Wha-But Bulma, it has to be Yamcha's. I mean you're not exactly the go-around-the-block kind of lady."

Dr. Briefs sipped his morning coffee. "Your mother's right dear. We've never seen you date anyone but Yamcha. So, who else could the father possibly be?" He took another sip of coffee.

Bulma wrung her hands nervously and took a deep breath. "………Vegeta."

Dr. Briefs nearly choked himself to death on his coffee. "What? Surely my ears are playing tricks on me."

"No…you heard right. It's…Vegeta's."

Dr. Briefs lunged across the coffee table after his wayward daughter. "I'll kill you, you little hooligan! How could you do such a thing to this poor old man? How could you even

think of taking that murderer to your bed?"

Mrs. Briefs restrained her husband as well as she possibly could. "Honey, honey, don't kill our only grandbaby!"

"But-but-but it's a demon spawn!"

"I think it's charming!" Mrs. Briefs chirped merrily.

Dr. Briefs and Bulma stared at her in wide-eyed shock. "What? Charming? You're kidding!" they both said unison.

"Yeah, think about it. No matter who the daddy is, we finally get ourselves a grandbaby. Besides, Bulma and Vegeta make such a cute couple!"

Bulma made a flat face. "Mom, don't ever use the word `cute' to describe Vegeta again."

"But just look at him. You belong together. I knew you two would hit it off when he came to live with us. I have the most wonderful idea! You two should get married!"

Bulma backed up against the couch. "What? Married? Did you hit your head or something?"

"But you two would look so adorable in wedding clothes, and we can have this humungous wedding and invite all the news cameras and have a fifty foot tall wedding cake-"

"Forget it, Mom. It's not happening. Vegeta would never go for that."

"But you've always wanted a huge wedding."

"Mom, it's true that Vegeta and I are…an item, and that we're gonna have a child soon, but I don't know if I love him enough to marry him. Besides, you know how much Vegeta hates `silly Earthling frou-frou'."

"But Bulma," Dr. Briefs argued, "You have to marry Vegeta. That child of yours needs a father."

"Dad, do you not know who you're talking to? I am Bulma Briefs, the smartest, richest woman in the world, and the heiress to the largest corporation around. I don't need a man to raise my child for me. Good day, now." Bulma walked toward the nearest door.

"But Bulma, Vegeta has to own up to his responsibilities. Remember, anyone can be a father, but it takes a man to be a dad!" Dr. Briefs lectured after his daughter.

"Just think about it!" Mrs. Briefs yelled out the door before Bulma slammed it shut.

Bulma breathed a heavy sigh of relief. "Whew, I never thought I'd get out of there! Marry Vegeta, indeed! What a ridiculous concept. I knew telling them was a mistake." Bulma turned around to go to her air car…and ran straight into the aforementioned Saiyan Prince.

"Hey, watch where you're going you doof-Vegeta!? What are you doing here? I

thought you left the planet!"

"I'm about to. You're coming with me."

"Wait, don't I get a say in thi-i-i-s?" Bulma squealed as Vegeta dragged her to the decapsulized Capsule 4 and once again took off into space with her.