Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Tension ❯ Chapter 10 ( Chapter 10 )

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Chapter 10

Bulma leaned over the toilet, her stomach heaving as she brought up the last of her breakfast. Not that she had eaten much anyway, just dry toast to try to settle her stomach. Fat lot of good that had done. She decided that she must be coming down with something, though she had wondered about the possibility of being pregnant, but during the past month or so while herself and Vegeta had been sleeping together they had used protection, except the first time. It was extremely unlikely that she had gotten pregnant that time, after all some people tried for years to get pregnant, so what were the chances of her being so after just one time?

'Meh' she thought, and dismissed the idea, bracing herself as another wave of nausea hit her.

Vegeta was hovering silently outside the bathroom door. He was worried about Bulma, but for some reason he didn't want her aware of this. She had been like this for about a week and he was afraid that he had somehow damaged her. He didn't think that this was particularly likely, but that didn't stop the thought from nagging him. He heard the toilet flush and he swiftly left the room so Bulma was none the wiser. He headed out to the gravity chamber to train and forget about his concerns for a while.

The next day found Bulma retching her guts up again. She was now more than a little concerned. Surely if this was a stomach bug then it would be over by now. She decided to go see the doctor, she couldn't keep going on like this. She flushed the toilet, washed her face and headed to the medical wing.

Bulma held out her arm as the doctor took a blood sample. She looked away as the needle pierced her skin, feeling lucky that she didn't have Goku's aversion to needles. She smiled at the thought. The doctor removed the needle from her arm and labeled the little tube of blood.

"Ok Bulma, we're done here. On the outside you seem to be in perfect health, but we'll know more when we get the results back. I'll let you know."

The doctor patted Bulma's shoulder as she stood up. She grinned at him and left to busy herself in the lab.

That evening she was finishing work late, trying to make up for the time she had lost by being ill. She had just taken off her lab coat when the phone rang. She had no idea who would be calling her in the lab at this hour. Unless, of course, it was her mother. She flinched at the thought, but picked up the phone anyways.

"Bulma speaking."

"Hello Miss Briefs. This is Doctor Lyndon. How are you feeling?"

"Fine, thank you. What's up?"

"We have your results here."

"Wow. That was quick." Bulma was surprised, she had thought that she was in for a long wait.

"The advantages of having your own doctor."

"So, what's wrong with me?"

"Nothing as such. You don't have any sort of viral or bacterial infection, but there is one other thing..." The doctor hesitated.

"Yes." Bulma got a little concerned.

"You're pregnant."

"Oh." Bulmas eyes widened and her jaw dropped. "Thank you."

She had placed the phone down on the receiver. That was the last thing she had expected. She had already managed to talk herself out of thinking that. What the hell was she going to do? She couldn't possibly get rid of it, that wasn't right for her. How the hell was she going to tell Vegeta? Maybe she wouldn't tell him at all. Then again, he was bound to notice that she was getting fat, and then when a baby popped out of her, that was bound to give the game away a little. And what the hell was she going to do with a baby? A half-saiyan baby. Her baby was going to have a tail.

Bulma started pacing, trying to get her thoughts in order.

She was going to have a baby. Vegeta's baby. It was going to have a tail. She was going to have to tell Vegeta.

This was way too much for her to digest at once. Bulma decided to sleep on it before she did anything. She left her lab and headed to her room. She showered, sat on her bed and started sobbing.

There was a knock at the door. She ignored it. There was another knock.

"Bulma?" It was Vegeta.

"What do you want?" Bulma didn't mean to sound unpleasant, but she sounded that way.

Vegeta opened the door. He froze when he say that she was crying, then he started to back out again.

"Wait," Bulma stood up and decided that she may as well get it over with, "I have some news."

Vegeta raised an eyebrow at her. Bulma sat back down and burst into tears again. Vegeta just stood there and looked at her.

"I... Well we... we're going to have a baby."

Vegeta steadied himself against the wall, crossed his arms and scowled at her.

"You had better be joking."

Bulma just shook her head and stared at the ground. Vegeta stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Bulma let him go, deciding it was best to give him some time. She didn't want to end up in a thousand little pieces. She just curled up in a little ball and cried herself to sleep.