Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Second Chances ❯ It can't possibly be that...can it? ( Chapter 2 )

 

For the third morning that week Bulma woke up with an overwhelming feeling of nausea. She scrambled out of bed and ran strait into her bathroom and promptly threw up in the toilet. Once she had completely emptied her stomach of its contents she sagged against the bathroom floor leaning her head against the cold tiles.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” she asked breathlessly as she took a deep breath and resisted the urge to try and throw up again. After a while she recovered and hauled herself up off the floor and back into her room, she got changed into her comfortable sweat pants and loose fitting t-shirt and shuffled down the hall to her baby sons room. She was somewhat surprised to see her mother already in there holding the baby and grinning down at him while making strange noises which made the baby giggle.

“Good morning honey, still being ill?” she asked when she noticed her only daughter standing in the doorway.

“Yes, I don't know what's wrong, its always in the morning and for the rest of the day I feel fine!” Bulma said as she went to the baby cabinet and got out the pre-prepared bottle for baby trunk's morning feed. She took the baby from her mother and sat back in the rocking chair and grinned as she watched trunk's drink down the milk as tho he had never been fed before.

“Hmm. Isn't it funny tho?” Mrs briefs said with a little giggle before she turned to leave the room.

“What's that supposed to mean mom?” Bulma asked with a puzzled look on her face, she knew that her mother was quite smart despite has ditzy she may look, she had the weird ability to see things in people that weren't necessarily obvious. She had after all thought Vegeta was a `nice young man', but that was open to interpretation.

“Well,” her mother said as she turned round in the doorway, “its just funny how the only time you're sick is in the mornings isn't it? Sort of like before you had trunks. Oh well.” And with that she was gone before she could see the blood drain completely from her daughters face.

`It cant be' Bulma thought to herself in a panic, no matter how she looked at it, there was no denying that her present condition was almost exactly the same as when she first found out that she was pregnant with trunks, “It's just not possible!” suddenly, a cold chill shot down her spine as she recalled the fact that her morning sickness first began 2 weeks after the night she slept with Vegeta. It was almost exactly two weeks since the party she had with the other Z-fighters.

“Oh don't be stupid Bulma!” she reprimanded herself aloud, “it couldn't possibly be that!” but no matter how many times she told herself that the nagging doubt was sill firmly planted in the back of her mind. The fact that she couldn't remember what had happened for the later part of that night was not a good sign and the fact that she couldn't remember going to bed was even worse!

“It wont hurt in proving that it isn't true!” she finally decided as she put trunks back in his crib. At nearly a year and a half old he was growing quickly and being a single mom was beginning to take its toll on her sanity. She had lost him a couple of times already after he had broke out of his crib and crawled away. Getting himself lost around the compound. Baby Trunks had eventually turned up in the pantry, naturally, munching happily on his second box of Animal Crackers.

She made her way back into her bathroom and opened the locked medicine cabinet behind the mirror. She stood staring at it for what seemed like hours before she reached up and took the pregnancy testing kit from the top shelf. When she had first thought she may be pregnant by Vegeta she had bought 5 of the at-home tests but only used 4 before she went to the doctors for absolute confirmation. She sat back on the toilet seat and stared at the packet, time seemed to slow down as she read the accuracy rating over and over again.

“I dot know why I'm so worried, its going to be negative!” she said with a laugh as she tore open the box and locked the bathroom door just in case her inquisitive mother decided to investigate.

5 minutes later she was sat on her bed staring at the pregnancy tester in her trembling hands. As the readout came clearly into view she forced herself to stay conscious as she threw the offending piece of equipment across the room where it slammed against the wall and smashed. With a fear in her eyes that made her look like a rabbit in car headlights she grabbed her coat and ran down the stairs, grabbed her car keys and flew out of the door slamming it behind her. She furiously rubbed the tears from her eyes and set her face in a vicious frown that would have made the fiery Saiyan prince look twice.