Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The past is better forgotten ❯ Flashback Part X ( Chapter 14 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

~*~*~Chapter 15 Flashback Part X~*~*

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"Bulma! Bulma!" it was the same voice over and over again screaming her name desperately. "Bulma where are you?!"

She heard the voice, and yet for a reason she didn't call back. It was almost as if she didn't want to.

"Don't bother saying anything," she heard a second voice from behind her and obeyed it.

"Bulma! Bulma!" the first voice kept on repeating, never stoping. Echoing in her head. Forcing itself into her mind.

She opened her mouth to yell out but a hand clamped over it, preventing her from saying a word.

Bulma opened her eyes to see Vegeta lying next to her. He was already awake and staring at the ceiling. She narrowed her eyes, he seemed to be in deep thought. It wondered her what was going through his mind. Was he thinking about his last battle?…….. Or his past that had been ever so tragic.

It suddenly dawned on her that there was so much about Vegeta she still didn't understand. There was so much he refused to tell her. Even if she were to ask he would still remain silent. Always keeping his emotions and feelings locked away deep inside himself. And to add to that he tried to convince himself that they didn't even exist in the first place. He tried to convince himself he had no heart.

But no matter how hard he tried she could see them. She could see the pain and anger in his eyes. She could see the tragedy and despair. When ever he looked at her she could see the lust and passion. There were some things he could never hide from her.

Bulma blinked as she realised she was no better. Her whole life she had just obeyed Freeza. Shunting everyone aside and letting no one know the true her. She didn't even know the true her. Was she just a heartless bitch or something else. She looked at Vegeta and suddenly realised she didn't hate him. She didn't love him, but she felt for him. It was as if they were on neutral grounds, they cared for each other, but there was no love. The one thing that kept them so close was the bond. It was the disease in her mind that made her want Vegeta 24/7.

She examined the cuts and bruises on his body. Most had disappeared thanks to her, but a few still remained. Although those few were pretty faint.

"Don't you have work to do?" he asked.

Bulma sighed out of annoyance. "Why do you ask that question every time," she sat up and wrapped the cover from the bed around her body.

Vegeta turned his head to face her. "I'm only making conversation."

Bulma sighed yet again. "For the tenth time I do have work but it can wait."

Vegeta smirked. "Good," he grabbed her wrist and pulled her on top of him.

Bulma opened her mouth to protest, but he had already placed his lips onto hers. She let out an annoyed moan.

A knock on the door caused her to pull away from him. Vegeta growled out of annoyance. "Get your stuff and get out of sight," he whispered.

Bulma nodded and got up to pick up her clothes while Vegeta got dressed. Like always they were thrown across the room. Once she had everything she went into the bathroom to look decent.

As she went in she heard Vegeta answer the door. "What!" he sounded annoyed. She smirked, she would be too if the person at the door had prevented her from having a good time.

"Are you Vegeta?" the voice sounded like one of Freeza's men.

Even from the bathroom Bulma could hear Vegeta growl. "What do you think."

The man trembled a bit. He felt slightly intimidated by Vegeta. "You are here by ordered by our lord and master Freeza, to attend the three month long purge that leaves today."

Vegeta gritted his teeth. The sentence the man had just said made his blood begin to boil. "WHAT THE FUCK I JUST CAME BACK FROM A BLOODY PURGE!" his voice could be heard all the way down the hall.

The man jumped back. He began to tremble out of fear. He knew that if he refused to deliver this message he would have been killed by Freeza. "It was Freeza's orders," his voice came out weak. He began to prey to his god that Vegeta wouldn't kill him.

Vegeta closed his eyes and calmed down. "Very well," before the man could blink Vegeta blasted him into the next dimension.

Vegeta slammed the door and stormed back into the room. At that very moment he wanted to rip Freeza's bloody head off. Just getting back from a purge then being sent immediately on another. The fuckin bastard was evil.

Bulma emerged from the bathroom fully dressed, she had heard every word of the conversation.. "They can't do that!" she yelled.

Vegeta sighed. "Well apparently they just did."

Bulma bit her lower lip. She looked at his body, still noticing marks. "But your still hurt."

Vegeta gritted his teeth. "So, do you think that matters. Freeza and every single one of his men want me dead. If I died tomorrow they'd all be celebrating."

"But your going to be gone for three months."

Vegeta nodded. "Depends it could be longer ."

Bulma clenched her fists and bit into her tongue. Never before had she felt so enraged in her life. "God Freeza's a bastard."

Vegeta smirked. He wraped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. Bulma suddenly felt her anger leave her as she looked into his eyes. She rested her head against his warm chest.

He brushed her hair back behind her ears and smiled. "You know, that's the first time you've said a word against Freeza."

Bulma blushed. "It just sort of came out."

He pulled her closer. "I like it," He leaned forward and kissed her passionately. Running his fingers through her hair to deepen the kiss. Bulma closed her eyes. Little did she know that this was going to be the last time she would see Vegeta for eight years.

Miserable, that was the one word that could pretty much sum up how she felt. It had been one week so far and every second of the time she had been missing him. Every second she just wanted him back so that she could be near him once more. For the first time in her life she had been damning Freeza, hating him for making her Vegeta go away.

Was this how it would continue on till the day the bastard died. Vegeta would always be going away and leaving her alone. Alone with this painful feeling deep inside that would never disappear till the second he returned. Everything she hated about him she missed the most. His annoying habits, his insults. Was it just her or did he miss the same things about her. Was he at that very second longing for her to be by his side.

Bulma stared up at the ceiling of her room. To be honest she couldn't be bothered getting out of bed. She hadn't been feeling too wonderful. She had this splitting head ache that didn't seem to go away no matter how many pain killers she pumped into her body.

A wave of sickness over came her. She rushed to the bathroom and collapsed in front of the toilet. Vomiting out the contains of her stomach. She had been sick a lot lately, it wondered her if she had food poisoning. Or was it just the fact she missed Vegeta so much that without him there she felt constantly ill.

She pulled herself together and looked into the bathroom mirror. The way to sum her reflection up would to say she looked like shit. Her pale skin was even paler then normal. There were bags under her eyes from the lack of sleep due to her constant vomiting.

Bulma turned on the taps and splashed the cold water onto her face. What the hell was wrong with her? was it something she ate? Was she poised? Did Vegeta have some sort of sexually transmitted disease? She ran the possibilities through her head.

She let out a sick moan as she realised she hadn't turned up for work in the last few days. She was ever so slowly falling behind in her work. Ever since she had stuffed her last invention Freeza hadn't been so happy with her. He most probably wouldn't understand that she was ill.

Bulma looked down at the bath that lay next to the sink. Oh how she just longed to have a nice warm soak, to just clear her head a bit. She closed her eyes and sighed. No, no matter how badly she wanted she knew she had to get straight back to work.

Like always Brolly was there. It wondered her if the Saiyan actually had a life, or just simply hung around the tec labs 24/7. But then again his job was to baby sit her, there weren't any other ways to entertain himself.

He smirked as she entered the room. Already he had a collection of insults he had been making up over the past few days. "So you aren't dead?"

Bulma walked over to her desk and collapsed in the chair. Why couldn't she have just stayed in bed. "I wish I was."

Brolly narrowed his eyes as he noticed the sickly expression on Bulma's face. "Awww, poor little Bulma's love sick for Vegeta."

Bulma picked up her pen and through it at Brolly weakly. She was sick and the last thing she needed was him annoying her. Brolly easily dodged the pen as it came flying at his head. "Oh please, do you ever expect to hit me."

Bulma gritted her teeth in rage. Didn't Brolly ever shut up. She closed her eyes as another wave of sickness over came her.

Brolly narrowed his eyes as Bulma's face became a pale white. "Oh please don't tell me your going to be sick."

Bulma could feel bile raising in her throat. Another sudden wave of sickness over came her, this time she knew she was defiantly going to throw up. She made a dash to the bathroom and collapsed in front of the toilet.

Brolly winced at the noises he could hear coming from inside. Bulma really didn't look well. It was strange though he had never actually ever seen her sick before. And when ever she did have a cold she never made it obvious. He preyed that some one had poisoned the bitch.

Bulma felt worse than she had in her entire life. She wasn't supposed to get sick. She had been immunised against every flu and disease on record. From what she knew she wasn't even supposed to get food poising, and yet here she was vomiting continuously.

Brolly walked up behind her. "Miss Briefs are you going to be getting back to work, or simply vomit?"

She raised her head out of the toilet bowel. "I feel like shit, I feel sick all the time, I'm dizzy and I feel worst than I ever have in my life. So can you just leave me alone."

"Then you should go see the doctor," he said it sarcastically.

Bulma looked up at Brolly. "I can't do that what about all my work."

"I'll do it." Brolly was prepared to do anything if it meant he wouldn't have to listen to Bulma's continuous vomiting.

A look of great relief appeared on her face. "Oh god thank you."

Brolly froze, that was the first time in his life he had heard her say thank you.

Bulma sat in the med bay. She rarely ever came here as a patient, usually only to see Rioko. She looked up at the white walls, every time she looked around memories of Vegeta lying broken on that bed came flooding back. She preyed that when her Saiyan did finally return he'd be in one piece. She didn't know what she'd do if he came back hurt again. The longer he was away the more and more she missed him. And the more she missed him the more she became attached to him. It wasn't love, but it was slowly turning into it.

Rioko had spent the last half an hour doing tests to see what was wrong. She was now out of the room analysing them. Rioko was the only doctor she could trust in the place, after all a few of them could be raver deceitful.

Luckily for Bulma her sickness had stoped for now and she was almost feeling normal. It was usually the worst in the morning, then slowly died down during the day. If it continued for much longer she could swear she'd get no work done. But of course she could always throw up on Brolly.

Bulma looked at the expression on Rioko's face as she entered the room. Shutting the door slowly behind her. It looked as if the news she had was exactly joyful. "Is it bad?" asked Bulma.

Rioko sat down on a chair opposite Bulma and sighed. "It depends on how you interpret it." She took a deep breath. "Bulma your pregnant."

Bulma looked at Rioko with utter shock. Pregnant, how the hell did it happen. "What?" she whispered. "I'm going to be a mother."

Rioko nodded. "Well it's obvious someone knocked you up." She smirked. "Come on tell me, who's the father of your baby?"

Bulma growled. Her friend never considered the consequences of actions. "Rioko I could be killed because of this, and here you are asking questions."

Her friend's smile widened. "It was Vegeta wasn't it."

"No," Bulma lied. "I was drunk."

Rioko sighed as if she was deprived of the opportunity to gloat. "Well you don't have to keep it, I could always give you an abortion," She got out of her chair and made her way out of the room. "I'll give you some time to think, comeback to me tomorrow," the smirk returned to her face. "Then you can tell me it was Vegeta."

Bulma placed her hand on her flat stomach. Pregnant, she was pregnant. How long had she been this way. A week, maybe two or three. The realisation hit her. She was going to be a mother, she was going to carry and give birth to Vegeta's child. A child who was going to be half Saiyan, half something else.

She got over the shock and suddenly felt angered. Vegeta had done this to her, he had knocked her up. She damned the Saiyan race for being so leacherous, he had loads of fun doing it to her and now they were left with the consequence.

Bulma got out of her chair and left the med bay. Her eyes still wide with shock. She really needed time to think.

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So Bulma is pregnant.

To all those people who had other ideas about who Trunk's father was IT WAS VEGETA, honestly people. I had one person with the sick idea that it could have been Zarbon *shudders*

Missq