Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Pruple Surprise ❯ Chapter 6

Purple Surprise

By: Bulmafox

Part 6

"Vegeta, hurry up!" Bulma yelled as she and Vegeta sped back to Earth in her spaceship. "My kid's gonna be in collage before we get back!"

"I'm going as fast as I can, darn it! I'm not Kakarot!"

"Well then we should've left sooner!"

"We left two weeks ago, woman!"

"Call Chi Chi."

"What?!"

Bulma panted. "Call...Chi Chi...or you're never... getting...any..again! Do...you...hear me, Vegeta?"

"Oh I suppose there's a handy-dandy phone just lying around somewhere! Maybe I'll just snap my fingers and It'll come to me."

"Use...the...screen. Do it, Vegeta!"

"Fine, fine...but you owe me."

"Whatever. Just do it." Bulma gasped as another contraction hit her.

Vegeta fiddled with the controls until he saw a short, old man in the screen. "Dr. Briefs here. May I ask who's calling, son?"

"Urrg...you know who I am, you dolt!"

"Is Bulma there?"

"Hi daddy," Bulma butted in, "I'm in labor, so if you could just call Chi Chi..."

"Aren'tcha gonna say hi to your mother first?"

"Just do it!"

Dr. Briefs gulped. "S-sure. She's here right."

Chi Chi bumped Dr. Briefs out of the way and took over the screen. "Hello Bulma, I was wondering when you'd get back. So whad'ya need?"

"I need to get to the nearest hospital....now."

"Don't worry, it'll all be taken care of. Just land at Capsule Corp. and I'll do the rest."

"Now wait a minute," Vegeta butted back in, "Who died and made you the father?"

"Well I don't see you doing anything!"

"I'm piloting this Kami-forsaken spaceship for crying out loud!"

"Just land it, shortie."

Vegeta cut the moniter off.

After Bulma and Vegeta landed at Capsule Corp, Chi Chi ushered her in her car and called everyone on the way there.

"Bulma, you're back!" Yamcha greeted warmly as the whole posse arrived at the hospital.

"Save it, I'm not in the mood." Bulma let out a scream.

"What's wrong, Bulma?"

"Whad'ya think's wrong with me, idiot? I'm having a baby!" One of the nurses put Bulma in a wheelchair and wheeled her into the delivery room.

Yamcha looked up with a disgusted look on his face. "Oh, it's you."

"Yeah, so?" Vegeta asked.

"Aren't you supposed to leave now?"

"What?! Are you implying I'm a bad father?"

"You know that child doesn't need someone like you as a role model."

"Oh, and I suppose you're Saint Yamcha?"

"Compared to you. I know what's best for this kid."

"Why you little..." Vegeta took a swing at Yamcha, but was held back by Tien and Piccolo, who had snuck up behind him.

"Listen to Yamcha, Vegeta," Tien advised, "Bulma and the kid are better off without you. So is the Earth."

"If you really love Bulma," Piccolo added, "You'll walk away. Trust me, you're not the best thing for her."

"Who said I did? Now get off me before I rip your arms off."

"Never in a million years, Vegeta!" Tien shouted.

"Hey hey," Goku butted in, "This ain't the time for fighting. Bulma's having a baby. We're supposed to be happy for her."

Piccolo let go of Vegeta. "You're right, Goku. We should be celebrating, not fighting." He disappeared into the waiting room, followed by Gohan.

"Eh, why not? Don't wanna rain on her parade. Besidses, she'll choose me after Vegeta walks out on her," Yamcha said smugly before going to the waiting room.

"Don't count on it, loser," Vegeta said after Yamcha.

Yamcha came rushing back. "What'd you say, half-pint?!"

"You heard me. loser."

"Yamcha!" Goku shouted, "Stand down!"

Yamcha growled audibly before saying, "Fine. We still know who Bulma really wants."

"Tien," Goku ordered, "Let go."

"Fine." Tien stared pointedly at Vegeta, then joined the others.

"Good," Goku said prouldy, "Coming, Vegeta?"

"No."

"Fine. Have fun." Goku walked off, leaving Vegeta in the hallway. He leaned against the nearest wall.

Some indefinite time later, a doctor--Moseley, from what the name tag said--came out and told Vegeta that Bulma wanted to see him. She then went to the waiting room to tell Chi Chi the same thing.

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"Bulma, how're you doing?" Yamcha asked when he got to Bulma's private room. He had followed Chi Chi after the doctor told her Bulma wanted to see her.

"What're you doing here?" Bulma asked. "I specifically called for Vegeta and Chi Chi. I don't remember asking for you."

Yamcha looked hurt. "I was concerned for you. Can't I still care for you?"

"I'm fine, Yamcha." Bulma cringed as a series of contractions took over. "Fine. Get me some drugs."

"Sure." Yancha peeked his head out and told Dr. Moseley to get Bulma some painkillers. She stopped a nearby intern and told him to get some anesthetic.

"Now get out of here," Bulma told Yamcha. "I can do some nasty things when I'm in pain."

"She's not kidding," Chi Chi piped in. "She may even drag your pretty little hair over there and bash your head in. With her bare hands. Mothers-to-be are dangerous. Goku should know; he had a broken arm to prove it."

"Um, I wanna keep my arm, thanks. I'll be going." Yamcha walked out the door. A second later he popped his head back in and said, "Just call me if you need anything."

"GO!" Bulma yelled.

Yamcha disappeared.

Chi Chi giggled. "Sorry, but I had to scare him. He needed it."

Bulma giggled too. "Hey, did you really break Goku's arm giving birth to Gohan?"

"No, but he had a nasty mark when I was done with him." She chuckled some more. "Bulma, are you okay?" She asked as another set of contractions washed over Bulma.

"No...I need those drugs...now! Where's that stupid doctor when you need her?"

"I'll go check on her."

After Chi Chi left, Bulma turned to her husband. "Vegeta, help me!"

"Do what?"

"I'm in pain here! And it's your fault, so you're gonna help me!"

Vegeta raised an eyebrow as if to say 'Oh really?'

"Vegeta, if you don't get you're shiny little butt over here--"

"I know, I know, the couch." Vegeta walked to Bulma's bedside. "Now what?"

"Gimme your hand."

Vegeta complied with the simple request, then his eyes widened as Bulma squeezed it for all its worth. "Are you trying to maim me, woman!?" he shouted.

"I'm hurting, Vegeta, and you're gonna hurt with me!" She sqeezed Vegeta's hand again as she felt another contraction. "Where is she?!!"

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Dr. Moseley gave the orderly an odd look as she looked at the syringe in her hand. "'Hydrogen peroxide?' I said anesthetic, Andy, not antiseptic. Go get the epidural."

Chi Chi went ballistic. "What?! You gave her peroxide?"

Andy put his hand behind his head and laughed. "Um...oops?"

"Oops? Oops? I'LL SHOW YOU OOPS YOU SCRAWNY MORON!" She chased the stupid intern down the hall. The doctor cringed as she heard all kind of stuff crash in the wake of Chi Chi's rampage.

Vegeta stuck his head outside. "What in blazes is all that racket?!"

"Oh, I'm sorry," the doctor explained, "Our intern mixed up the order. He'll be back in a minute."

"He better be or it's your job." Vegeta closed the door roughly.

After waiting what seemed like an eternity, Dr. Moseley looked at her watch, then went in in to tell Bulma the bad news. "Bulma?"

"...What?"

"I'm sorry, but our intern goofed up and gave me the wrong drug. I sent him to get the right one, but unfortunately time is up."

"What?!"

"You see, there's a window of time when the drug can be safely administered--"

"I know about the cursed window. Pry it open or something! I need drugs!"

"You heard her!" Vegeta said, "She's ripping my durn arm off!"

"I'm sorry, but the baby's too close. If I give it to you now, it'll sedate the baby. We don't want that."

Right then, the trio heard something loud rustling in the distance. The sound came closer and closer until the intern burst in the room, followed by an irate Chi Chi. He jumped on Bulma' head, and she shot up as much as her pregnant belly would allow. She shook her head and yelled "Get him off, get him off, get him off!"

"Help me, Miss Pregnant Lady! Save me from Miss Psycho Lady!"

"Why the heck should I?"

"Wait a minute," Vegeta asked the stupid intern, "Are you the one who fouled up the painkillers?"

"Uh...if I tell you, will ya save me?"

"Sure, whatever. Now tell me."

"Um...yes?"

"That's what I thought." Vegeta grabbed the man and flung him across the room.

"Hey, you lied, you liar!"

"No kidding, Sherlock. Now get out of here." For good measure Vegeta zapped his behind, sending him racing out of the room, crashing into anytthing and everything in his frenzy to cool it off.

Chi Chi burst out laughing at the spectacle, and Dr. Moseley let out a a chuckle."Don't worry, he'll be fired when I get done here." She then turned to Bulma. "Now let's focus on you. I need to check your dilation and make sure the baby's ready to come out."

"I'll just leave you to each other now..." Chi Chi said as she quietly slinked out of the room.

After Dr. Moseley checked Bulma, she said, "Good. 10 centimeters. It's ready. Now Bulma, I need you to push, do you hear me?"

"If he pushes with me," Bulma demanded. "He's gonna suffer with me!"

"Ha, like I have a choice."

Bulma pushed down the first time, then panted and said, "You know it's all your fault. Admit it."

"Come on Bulma," the doctor encouraged.

"It takes two to tango. It's your fault you're carrying such a big brat," Vegeta said as Bulma pushed again.

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"Come on, just a little more," the doctor prodded. Bulma was exhausted and Vegeta's arm hurt like he'd been training for hours; not long after Bulma started pushing, she had graduated to squeezing his arm. And squeeze she did; she held on tight and did not let go the entire time.

"Uh....you push....Vegeta!" Bulma panted. "I'm...all pushed out!"

"I'm not the woman here.And I'm in enough pain, thank you."

Bulma glared ice at Vegeta before she pushed again.

"Just a little more, Bulma," Dr. Moseley said. "I see the head! Just a little more!"

"You...do it!" Bulma screamed as she held down Vegeta with both arms. "Get this thing out!!"

"Gack! Stop! You're strangling me!" Vegeta gasped as Bulma put a choke-hold on his neck.

"Good! You deserve it, you jerk!...You're...never touching...me again...I swear!" Bulma gasped some more, then pushed one more time. She heard a baby cry, then she fell back in relief.

"You did it, Bulma!" Dr. Moseley cheered as she slid it out. "It's a boy." Her eyes widened and she almost dropped the baby upon seeing a little brown appendage sticking out from its rear.

"Um...Bulma, what's a tail doing on your baby?" she asked weirdly.

"Don't look at me; it's his fault," Bulma said as she laughed lightly, high from finally getting the birth over with.

Dr. Moseley cut the umbilical cord and weighed the baby. "Congratulations. You have a healthy nine pound baby boy. He sure was a sucker to get out."

"Well whad'ya know?" Vegeta remarked, "Takes just after his father."

"Oh, so now you claim the credit," Bulma lightly accused.

"Now we just need to get him cleaned up and get the afterbirth out, and you're ready to go," the doctor told Bulma.

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Dr. Moseley walked out to the waiting room to deliver the good news. "Are these the friends and family of Miss Bulma Briefs?" Everyone perked up at Bulma's name.

"Yeah!" Gohan cheered.

"Well I'm happy to tell you she has just delivered a healthy nine-pound baby boy, if anyone wants to come see. Just follow me."

Everyone rushed to Bulma's room, except for Yajirobe, who had raided the cafeteria, and crowded around Bulma, who was positively beaming. They all oohed and ahhed at the fat baby in Bulma's arms. Goku looked over and Vegeta, who was trying his level best not to smile.

"Wow, he's a litte butterball, isn't he?" Oolong commented.

"Oolong!" Bulma play-scolded, "Don't be mean. He's perfect."

"Yes he is, in every way, "Yamcha crooned.

"Not now, Yamcha," Bulma said, "You'll get to hold him later."

"Hey Bulma, what was having a baby like?" Gohan asked.

"Gohan!" Chi Chi yelled.

"Sorry Mom."

"It's all right, Chi Chi. It's like....running a marathon, except a lot more painful. I wouldn't do it again."

"You never know." Master Rosi winked.

"ROSHI!" Chi Chi yelled again, "There're chilren in here!"

"Well it might!"

"So," Goku asked Bulma, "What's his name?"

"Trunks."

Everyone fell over, except Bulma's parents, who were too busy dancing and singing "We have a grandbaby! We have a grandbaby!"

Vegeta stood back up. "You mean you named our son, the next prince of all Saiyans, after a peice of underwear?"

"Hey, I'm his mother, so I get to name him." Bulma blew a raspberry at Vegeta.

"So? I'm his father. I should have a say in it."

"Too late."

Dr. Moseley came back in and showed everyone the door. "Shoo, everyone out now. Bulma's had a hard day and she needs her rest." She shooed everyone out, even Vegeta.

A few days later, Bulma and Trunks were released from the hospital. She, Vegeta, and their baby returned home to start their new life together.

The End