Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Second Chances ❯ the truth ( Chapter 3 )

 

 

After spending 10 minutes trying to quietly get the receptionist at the doctors to give her an immediate appointment Bulma finally resorted to threatening the life of the unlucky young woman while wielding a sharp pencil like a deadly weapon. Eventually, after scaring away most of the other patients, she managed to get an appointment and was soon sat in the doctors office facing the embarrassing task of explaining her situation.

“Well…” she began as she took a deep breath while the doctor looked her in the eye, waiting for her explanation, “I did a home pregnancy test and it came back…positive.” She said as she bit her bottom lip nervously as if she expected the doctor to reprimand her.

“Well, congratulations?” the doctor said with a slightly puzzled look on his face.

“No, not congratulations!”

“Oh, I take it this is an unplanned pregnancy then?”

“Of course it is!!! The thing is tho… Trunks, my other baby, well, I haven't seen his farther for almost a year…” Bulma confessed

“Aahhhh”

“What is that supposed to mean! I didn't cheat on him!! He just disappeared! I have no clue as to where he is, or when he's coming back, if at all!!” she screeched as her temper reached boiling point, “the thing is… I don't even remember… having… sex with anyone else.” She finished off weakly.

“Do you think you were raped?” the young doctor asked softly, as if the walls could overhear their conversation.

“I don't know! I don't think so, I had a party about 3 weeks ago, all of my old friends stayed over at the main capsule corp. residential building. That is the first time in ages I have had anything alcoholic to drink, I cant remember going to bed. But I trust all my friends with my life!” she forced herself not to cry in front of the young doctor as she voiced the thoughts she was trying to deny.

“We can do a more accurate pregnancy test here that would estimate how long ago the conception was but I recommend talking to some of your friends, ask them if they noticed any one else acting different, or if anyone… disappeared about the same time as you went to bed. Excessive alcohol consumption can affect everyone in ways they don't expect. In all likely hood, if it was one of your friends, then they may not have known what was going on either.” He said as she nodded silently as she fixed her gaze firmly on the floor. He called in the nurse and explained that Bulma required a pregnancy test with discretion to her circumstances and then showed Bulma into the nurses room and left them in privacy.

 

Mr and Mrs Briefs were sat in the kitchen with large mugs of hot chocolate when Bulma walked numbly into the large house. She was as white as a sheet and her eyes held a far away look. She walked directly up into her bedroom and softly shut the door behind her. She sat down on the bed and gazed around the room slowly, everything seemed surreal, like nothing was in focus but she could see clearly. She picked up the phone and stared at it for the longest time before she dialled the other woman's number.

“Hello?” a young voice which held a strange worldly tone behind it answered first.

“Hi Gohan, is your mother in.” Bulma asked as she hoped her voice sounded calm and strong, everything she wasn't feeling inside.

“Oh hi Bulma! Yeah, I'll just get her for you!” he said happily, Bulma could easily imagine the grin on his face as he said it, the perfect mirror of his father, “MOM! BULMAS ON THE PHONE!!!” she heard him bellow, she could even hear his mothers angry shout, reprimanding him for raising his voice.

“Hello?” chichi asked as she took the phone from her young son.

“Hi chichi,” Bulma said

“Bulma, what's wrong, you sound exhausted!” chichi said with a note of surprise in her voice.

“Yeah, well… anyway, this may sound a bit strange but can you remember what happened the night of my party?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Do you remember anyone acting a little strange that night?”

“Well, you were so drunk you almost passed out in the living room!”

“I mean besides me!” she snapped a little more irritably than she had meant.

“Well… not really, the only other thing that was a little strange was Yamcha, he disappeared some time during the night, not exactly sure when. Puar had got to the Champaign so she was a little woozy but she said Yamcha hadn't gone far but she couldn't tell exactly where he was…why?”

“Oh no reason.”

“No, tell me.” Chichi pressed

“Well…” Bulma hesitated as she came up with a reason to tell her friend, she trusted chichi, really she did. But they were only friends because Goku was her best friend in the world and had been since they were children. “something got broken and was just hidden in a draw… it wasn't really valuable its just I wanted to know what happened, it was in a private room that's all.” She said weakly.

“Oh, well, only Yamcha, everyone else stayed in the living room or the dining room, I forced that old leech Roshi and the pig to stay in the room. Unfortunately they did order pay-per-view porn on you TV, I forced him to pay himself tho so don't worry about that.” Chichi said helpfully.

“Thanks chi, I'll… see you later.” Bulma sighed and hung up before the other woman could say anything. Bulma just sat there on her bed staring blankly ahead.

Yamcha was the father, it was all but obvious! As a million different thoughts and feelings span round endlessly in her head only one was strong enough to break the surface. She felt dirty. She felt like she had committed the worst crime in the world and had betrayed not only herself but Vegeta too. Even if she hadn't seen so much as a hair from him since the day the other Trunks had left to return to his own timeline, she still felt connected to him. It shocked her to feel how deep her affections for him actually ran. She had thought she had been in love with Yamcha, her hunky desert bandit whom she had met almost a decade ago when he had tried to rob her and Goku of their possessions. But what she felt for Vegeta ran so much deeper than her feelings for Yamcha ever had. In comparison, Yamcha was just some sort of fleeting schoolgirl crush!

Suddenly she stood and strode quickly into her bathroom and jumped into the steaming hot shower and turned the water pressure up as high as it would go. She stood there focusing on the feeling of the water pounding against her body as she scrubbed her skin raw while the tears began to stream down her face. Eventually her emotions got the better of her and she collapsed in a heap on the floor of the shower block and cried in a way that she hadn't done since she was a little girl.

 

Out in the desert a darker shadow among the shadows of the tall cliff face paused in his slow ascent up the mountain. Not for the first time he glanced to the western horizon as if he were looking for something. An all too familiar pang of guilt slashed at his newly thawed heart and he winced visibly. With an irritated sigh he turned back to the mountainside and continued with his climb.