Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Undisclosed Desires ❯ Part 6 ( Chapter 6 )

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Hey guys and gals! Sorry it took so long for me to update… I got way side tracked with life and a few other projects I am working on.. This chapter and the next will be the last and I will complete all of this today.

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Undisclosed Desires

Part VI

The next morning, Bulma woke up nice and early as usual. She had a quiet evening at home catching up on all of her favorite tv shows between peeking outside of her bedroom window every so often to see if Vegeta had returned and was training in the gravity room; which he hadn’t. She’d fallen asleep on her couch in her bonus room at some point before heading back to bed in the middle of the night where she really hadn’t slept all that well; she couldn’t stop tossing and turning and thinking about the previous day’s events with Vegeta. She just hoped he was alright, wherever he was and that he would return soon.

Bulma stumbled out of bed and peeked out of her balcony door where the gravity room sat on the lawn. From what she could tell, he still hadn’t returned. She sighed in disappointment and made her way to her bathroom for a shower to help herself wake up. She had to make it into the lab today no matter how tired and distracted she was.

She stepped out of the shower and dressed simply in a loose pair of pajama pants and a tank top. She really just wanted to grab a cup of coffee and some breakfast quickly before getting dressed and heading out. Without giving herself a second look in the mirror, she threw her damp hair up into a sloppy bun and rushed down the stairs.

“Hey, sweetie!” her mother chirped in a tone way too cheerful for first thing in the morning.

“Morning, mom,” she grumbled. “Hey, have you seen Vegeta at all?”

“No, I’m sorry I haven’t, dear.” She answered. “He didn’t even take the left overs I set aside for him; I don’t think he even came home last night, come to think of it. Why? Are the two of you having a little tiff?”

“Not really, no.” She answered with a sigh, grabbing the largest coffee cup she could find from the cupboard and helping herself.

“Well, I understand how exciting it is when you and someone you really like first get together; oh, I still get a rush of excitement when I think about way back in the day when your father and I first started seeing each other!” she gushed with a dreamy sigh. “Oh, to be young again. I remember this one time, I paid him a surprise visit at the lab in the middle of the afternoon wearing stilettos, a long trench coat and nothing underneath but for-”

“Mom! Could you not?” She snapped, interrupting her mother’s recollection. The last thing she wanted to think about was her parents hooking up!

“Oh, dear, I suppose you’re right. I am sorry,” she giggled. “In any case, I hope you are planning to at least spend some time in the lab today. Your father is very stressed out with the finishing touches on that new project. I know you’d like to occupy all of your time holed up in a room with Mr. Vegeta, oh, what woman wouldn’t? That young man is so handsome! I know I wouldn’t mind spending a day alone with just him… Oh what on Earth am I saying? I’m a happily married woman!” she exclaimed, putting a hand over her mouth in embarrassment over voicing her inappropriate thoughts about their house guest. “Anyway, honey, your father would appreciate some help, I am sure.”

Bulma frowned at her mother, but decided to ignore her comments about Vegeta. “Yea, I’ll be there, I was planning on spending the day catching up.”

“Oh, good! Your father will be so happy.” Mrs. Briefs nodded. “I made lots for breakfast incase Vegeta decides to join us, oh my! What happened to your neck, sweetie?”

Shit! Bulma cursed inwardly. She had completely forgotten about that and she was only clad in a tank top and pajama pants with nothing to conceal what she had mentally named her Saiyan Hickey and now her mother had noticed. Wonderful. “It’s nothing,” she brushed off, covering it with her hand in embarrassment, feeling her face grow warm. It was still quite tender to touch.

“Well it sure doesn’t look like nothing. Make sure you cover that up, dear if you are planning on going to the lab today. It doesn’t look nice and your father would be very upset. Not to mention as vice President of the company, it doesn’t look very professional, dear. Let me see that.” her mother scolded, coming around to take a look at the bruised welt on her daughters neck.

“Yes, I know, mom. I’ll cover it up, don’t worry,” she sighed, swatting her mother’s hand away. “It’s not a big deal, Vegeta just, I don’t know, got carried away and I got upset with him and now he’s disappeared again. Whatever, it’ll heal in a few days.”

“Of course, dear. Well, you shouldn’t be too mad at Vegeta,” her mother said.

“I’m not mad, I just didn’t expect it when it happened and-”

“Well, I don’t know what you were expecting dear; if you lay with wild things, expect to get bitten once in a while,”* she said unsympathetically, but with a tone that wasn’t accusing or judgmental. It was almost knowing. “Anyway, make sure to put some vitamin K on it and the bruising will disappear in a day or two.” She added dismissively with the wave of her hand and went back to cooking breakfast.

Bulma shook her head at her mother’s comment; she always did that: surprised her with a thought provoking and oddly profound statement and then resume back to her usual ditzy self.

She quickly refilled her coffee cup and grabbed a small plate of bacon, eggs and some toast before heading back upstairs to her room to change so that she wouldn’t get any more inappropriate questions or comments from her mother.

About a half hour later, Bulma emerged from her bedroom wearing a nice pair of dress pants and a high-necked, sleeveless white button up blouse with a bow on the side, effectively covering up her neck without it being obvious that she was trying to hide anything.

She couldn’t help but pause briefly as she walked by Vegeta’s room. The door was closed and she debated whether or not to knock or just to ignore him and keep going.

Unfortunately for Bulma, her curiosity got the better of her and she could not resist the urge to take a peek in; she had to know if he was back or not. She knocked lightly on his door and waited a moment for a response. When she didn’t hear one, she decided to be brave and open up the door.

She poked her head in and noticed that it was empty; Vegeta was certainly not here. Actually, the room looked exactly the same as it had when she had left it the other morning after the first night they had spent together. The bed was not made and his clothes were still littered on the floor.

She was, however happy to have found her lab coat and picked it up from the floor. It was a tad wrinkled, but that was alright, she decided.

Bulma walked into the room carefully, making sure Vegeta was not lurking somewhere; he definitely wasn’t, much to her disappointment. Where could he have gone she wondered? It had been a while since he had taken off for a few days; unfortunately, she also remembered that whenever he did, it had always been because of her. She just wished she knew what it was exactly that had set him off?

She sighed and picked up a towel off the floor and proceeded to strip the sheets off the bed and toss everything into the hamper to be washed. If Vegeta was off training somewhere in the wilderness for a few days, the least she could do would be to have his room ready for him if he needed to crash.

She smiled as she picked up his torn training pants off the bathroom floor; she remembered he’d had a deep cut on his leg that night. It hadn’t been that bad when she had seen it but there was quite a lot of blood on his pants, revealing that it must have been deeper than she’d initially thought.

Bulma tossed them into the garbage and sorted through a few different articles of clothing laying on the floor; some of which she threw away and some she tossed into the laundry hamper. She brought the hamper out into the hallway and closed his door. Her mother would see it and make sure one of the bots did the laundry and cleaned up his room and prepared it for his eventual return.

Whenever that would be. She thought in dismay as she headed down the stairs to head out to work for the day.

“I’m off, Mom,” she announced, grabbing another slice of toast and a few strips of bacon. “Vegeta’s room needs to be done. I stripped his sheets and threw his laundry in the hamper. Can you send a bot up to clean it in case he comes back?”

“Absolutely, dear,” her mother nodded. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll even clean his room up personally for him; that poor young man will be exhausted when he comes back.”

“No, mom. You don’t have to do that.” She sighed. “The bots will be good enough.”

“Nonsense, dear. I can get it done quicker than the bots can; besides what if he comes back early and wants to sleep?” her mother argued, weaving her hand in dismissal of her daughter’s argument.

“Fine, whatever, mom.” She sighed in defeat. At the end of the day, her mother would do what she wanted anyway.

The rest of the day went by slowly and without incident for Bulma; she assisted her father in getting a few things wrapped up for the final finishing touches for yet another hopefully successful product launch for the company.

In just a few weeks from now, they would be releasing another line of products to the public. Several months ago, they had done a huge launch and introduced a revolutionary brand new line of bots programmed to do yard work such as lawn mowing, snow removal and outside window washing as well as other general heavy lifting chores around the house; it had been a huge success for Capsule Corporation and at the end of the night, they had also announced that house work bots were in the works.

All new bots that could perform basic household duties like floor sweeping and moping, vacuuming, dusting, dishes and window washing were among the many duties they would be able to accomplish. They had released a teaser announcement at the end of the night just to wet everyone’s appetite and ever since then, the media and consumers had been in an absolute frenzy about when the actual release date was.

Dr. Briefs hadn’t planned on releasing the house bots for a full year after the launch of the yard bots; he hadn’t thought there would be a market for either of them but the response had been overwhelming to say the least and with persistent calls from the different robotics magazines and other leading faces in the industry constantly pestering him about when he would release these new bots, he finally caved.

Bulma had also pushed him to release them now after only a few months and so with all of the pressure and demand, he caved. The Briefs family themselves had been using the house bots for a few months now as a trial; ironing out any bugs and kinks in the programming and for the most part, they had been great and they had had almost no issues with them. So Bulma had convinced her father to at least announce that this other line was in the works at the last launch; just to put a feel out into the market to see if such a thing would even pique the interest of the general public and his daughter had no idea how right the call to announce the new line had been.

So once again, it had been his daughter who had convinced him. The media had been relentless and she had been super excited to just do the launch despite his wanting to wait and so, here they were: scrambling to get everything together for the launch of the house bots at the end of the month, or three weeks from this day. To say Dr. Briefs was a bit of a nervous mess was an understatement.

For the next two full weeks, Bulma worked alongside her father getting things ready for the new launch. She felt more than confident that it would be an even greater success than the yard bots.

However, no matter how excited she was or how much she was anticipating this launch event, she still could not quit thinking about Vegeta. He still had not returned and the longer it was that he stayed away the more she began to worry.

Bulma knew that he was probably just fine, and she knew he was more than likely still on the planet; Capsule 3 was still there, on their lawn and she had been keeping up with the news and hadn’t heard any incidents about anyone stealing a rocket ship or breaking into any military bases so he had to be somewhere; and there hadn’t been any incidences where entire cities had been levelled either, so that was a good sign as well.

She just really wanted to talk to him. The more she thought on what had happened the last time she had seen him the more she was convinced that the whole thing had been a major misunderstanding on both sides. If anything, she just wanted to apologize to him and have things put back to the way they were before they’d done anything. Even that was better than him not being around at all.

At least if he was here, she knew he was alright and that things between them were alright; even if he avoided her or didn’t speak with her, when he was here that meant things were cool between them.

Usually, anyway.

She shook her head at herself; what was wrong with her? Was she that pathetic and desperate that after spending two days being intimate with the guy she was completely addicted to him? He was the only thing that had consumed her thoughts since the moment he had dropped her on the floor of his bedroom. He had left her mid-way through what would have been a very satisfying hook up had he not left without much explanation and had yet to make an appearance. What was wrong with her that she was anticipating his return instead of feeling humiliated and angry with him? He had essentially used her and left; something that she had always prided herself on never being that girl.

Unfortunately, she had too many questions and there were no solutions that made sense to her.

-0-0-0-

"What the fuck has she done to me?!" Vegeta raged as he hovered as close as he could bear it in the center of a volcano that had been simmering for days, not unlike how he had been simmering ever since he had left Capsule Corporation. He had gone to the arctic and trained there for a while before heading to a desert and now here he was, hovering cross-legged in midair burning himself all in an effort to get his head straight.

However, no matter what he did, he could not get her out of his head. He wanted to go back to her but he refused to succumb to this weakness. He hated it; he hated her for putting this in him now.

Taking her and acting on his fleshly desires had been a mistake. A big mistake. And it was all his fault.

He had only increased his appetite for the woman by having her. Now what was he to do? He was still figuring out where he should go, what he should do and who he should be now that he was a free man to do as he wished, not what someone else wished him to do. For the first time, he was free and it was exhilarating and terrifying all at the same time.

However, taking a mate did not even rank in the top ten things he wanted to accomplish now that he was a free agent. Neither was setting down permanent roots here. He had nowhere else to go though. More than half the galaxy either feared his very name or at the very least wanted his head on a stick as means of justice for every vile thing he had done while he had worked under Frieza’s command.

He was certain there were some very decent bounties out on him out there that would make someone very rich for the rest of their days if they turned him in. At one time, he was proud of this. He and Nappa saw these things as accomplishments of sorts. Every time they came across a new wanted poster on their travels, they would collect it, tallying up how many they each had as though it was a competition of sorts; who was more notorious? Though they were almost always sent together to do missions he almost always had more than Nappa. He could not even remember now how many he’d had.

It did not matter. What mattered was figuring out his life. He was better off alone without anyone telling him what to do or nagging him or using him for their own gain. He was sure that if the woman truly had any idea of what he was capable and of the atrocities he had committed before their meeting, she would not have given herself so freely to him.

He had thought briefly while they had been together that he may be able to settle down. She was refreshing and intriguing. He decided that he liked how he felt when she was around him and he did not want to let that go; or he hadn’t until she had shrieked at him after his attempt to mark her as his, which he had not meant to do.

Now, here he was dwelling about her like some love sick fool. What was it about her that made him still want her when he’d taken his fill of her and she clearly did not want him? Was he that much of a masochist to even be offended by her rejection?

On top of all of that, what was he even thinking being attracted to her in the first place? His father and elder ancestors had to be either turning over in their graves or mocking him from the afterlife for lowering himself to such a level as to bed such an inferior being. While there were obviously no more female Saiyans left for him to claim as his, there were other races that were strong and powerful that would be compatible and a much more acceptable choice for him. Why her?

She was weak and obnoxious, loud and uncouth. She was vain and shallow and the only other individual he had ever come across with an ego to match his own. Sure she was gorgeous and smart but that was where her good qualities began and ended he told himself.

However, she was also like a breath of fresh air to him; something he had never had until he had decided to remain at her place of residence. She had an air of carefreeness and joy that he had never known and somehow it was infectious; he wanted it. He knew it came from her never having experienced the things he had and despite his harsh feelings towards her at the moment, he hoped she never would experience even a fraction of the things he had.

Vegeta shook his head at himself and decided that when he did return to Capsule Corporation he would stay as far away from her as he could. She was not for him. He had gone this far in his life without a woman, he could refrain for the rest of his days, or at least until after the threat of the androids was past. Perhaps then he would reevaluate what he wanted in this life. Until then, solitude and attaining the elusive level of Super Saiyan was all that mattered to him; everything else was nothing more than background noise and a distraction to be avoided.

That was his resolve and he would not falter.

It took two weeks of brooding and venting before Vegeta finally returned to Capsule Corporation and he avoided Bulma like the plague. This went on for another day or two before she had finally cornered him in the gravity simulator with the intent of a confrontation. While he understood it, another part of him wished she would just leave him alone; he did not want his resolve to not get involved with her on a physical level to crumble.

“Can I ask what I did?” She asked finally.

“You did nothing.”

“I must have done something,” she snorted. “You left so abruptly mid-way through-”

“I came to my senses,” he cut her off abruptly.

“Okay,” she shrugged. Of course he wasn’t going to open up and give her any hint of what went wrong.

“Well, I’m not sorry for everything and I don’t know what else to say.” This was bad. Very bad, she told herself as she realized now as she was finally confronting him that she indeed was in much deeper than she thought she was.

“You’ve never been without words before,” he chuckled darkly.

“I, I’m in love with you.” She quietly admitted before she could stop herself, knowing she was leaving herself wide open for him to rip her apart from the inside. He didn’t say anything but for a moment, she saw a look of surprise and shock and fear in his black eyes. It was such a brief, unguarded moment that had happened as abruptly as it had gone away so quickly that she wasn’t even sure she saw it.

Bulma sighed inwardly, knowing that it had been a mistake to tell him that. If anything, she had just pushed him even further away. She was afraid of being hurt by him. She remembered she had asked him if he had been afraid during their last encounter before he had quickly left her. Truth was, she was afraid; never had she felt this way for anyone and why did it have to be for someone that she knew would never be able to reciprocate?

“That is your misfortune,” he snorted arrogantly once he had recovered from her admission.

Wow, she thought to herself. She had really been completely off base with him. Had it been so stupid of her to hope that maybe, just maybe he had felt something for her? She knew it was a long shot that he might but that didn’t hurt her any less. In the end, she knew this would happen. She had hoped he would not just use her and then that would be that. However, he had warned her that he was only interested in his own personal gain. She couldn’t completely be angry with him. She had taken his warnings and tossed them alongside all caution to the wind.

“You have to destroy everything, don’t you?” she asked accusingly. “Don’t you ever get tired of that?”

“Destroy it before it destroys you,” he confirmed coolly.

“Sure. Don’t ever take the time to consider that maybe not every living breathing thing in this universe wants to tear you down,” she said. “Maybe not everything has to end in pain and suffering and smoke.”

He scowled deeply at her. “I realize that you live in a world that has somehow been kept sheltered and spared of all the drudges of the universe so you could not even begin to comprehend… Never mind; it doesn’t matter.”

“I feel sorry for you; I really do, Vegeta,” she said as she reached out and lightly touched his hand, her heart sinking as he visibly winced at her and the contact. Whatever had been between them was done, she confirmed. While she was more hurt than she knew she should be, she would not give him the satisfaction of seeing that. She had already stupidly professed her feelings for him, he would not get to witness her disappointment in him not even attempting to reciprocate.

Vegeta turned his back to her and walked towards the control panel. “I have training to do.” He said quietly, wishing she would just leave already. He had said what he had needed to say to make his resolve to leave her alone easier. What threw him was her admitting to supposedly loving him. What kind of ridiculousness was that? Perhaps she was not as smart as he had thought her to be, or maybe she was insane?

Not only was the notion of love something completely weak and repugnant to him, he knew he should not have been the subject of it with regards to her. How could she love him? Not only was he incapable of reciprocating the emotion because he did not understand it, what had he done to make her decide she carried that ludicrous emotion for him? No one in the right mind carried any type of sentiment for him besides hatred and contempt. That she supposedly loved him make him feel very uncomfortable.

He turned around to mock her and ask what he had done that made her feel so strongly about him but realized she had already left. In his musing he had not even noticed or heard her leave.

“Just as well.” He mumbled to himself and activated the gravity simulation, ready to start another round of grueling training and get Bulma off his mind before he lost his resolve and went after her.

-0-0-0-

Finally, after another week of organizing, everything was in order and ready to go. Bulma woke up that morning not feeling good; she was nauseous and couldn't keep anything down. Nevertheless, she chalked it up to bad nerves over having to present everything on her own and slept in, made sure her speech was finished and took the rest of the day off to get ready.

Since it had been her idea, mostly her concepts and designs and her pushing for an early launch, her father had mostly left this in her capable hands. She wasn't sure if she was ready. was a huge step in a direction she knew she was destined to take. as well begin getting her feet wet now.

She had hoped more than anything that her not feeling the greatest was nothing more than nerves and not a flu bug; she could not miss tonight.

By midafternoon she began to feel better, much to her relief. She got herself ready for the evening; her hair and makeup flawlessly done and finally chose an appropriate outfit to wear. Of course, being Bulma Briefs she had to make sure she looked nothing short of stunning; however since this was her first launch that she was presenting independently, she wanted to make sure she looked professional as well.

She chose for herself a fitted navy blue suit with a knee-length tulip skirt that had a delicate white lace hem peeking out just below her hemline. She wore a white lace blouse beneath the jacket and wore matching white stilettoes.

After she was finished getting ready, she went downstairs to the kitchen to make herself a light snack to keep her stomach settled; she felt better but still a bit off.

Bulma popped some bread into the toaster and poured herself a glass of ginger ale while she waited. Unfortunately for her, Vegeta decided it was time to quit training for a meal.

She glanced at him but decided not to say anything; the last thing she needed was to have an argument with him within an hour before her presentation. Disappointment once again washed through her as she wished that things between them would have gone different; what a shame she couldn’t have asked him to come with her as her escort for the evening, she would have loved to see what he looked like in a tux. Oh well, she sighed to herself. It was just another confirmation that them being together wasn’t a possibility.

Vegeta looked her over appreciatively and wondered where she was going that she had done herself up to this extent.

“We have a function tonight, so mum made you a lasagna and a few other things; they’re in the fridge already if you want that,” she said cordially, buttering her toast. “Do you want me to heat up the lasagna for you now?”

“Hmmn,” he grunted affirmatively, taking a seat at the table, still looking her over.

Bulma turned on the oven and went through the fridge and placed two casserole dishes of lasagna into it and set the timer.

“You are not eating?” he asked, noting her sparse appetite.

“No,” she shook her head, leaving half of her toast behind and finishing her ginger ale. “I’m not feeling well today.”

Vegeta said nothing further, only watched her as she set a place for him at the table and set aside a few other items her mother had prepared for him due to their absence. He admitted to himself that he liked it when she waited on him and once again questioned his resolve to stay away from her as much as possible.

Upon further observation, he noted that while she had done herself up nicely, she did look pale and he could tell she was not feeling well. He shrugged it off, why did he care? His thoughts were interrupted as her cell phone rang.

“Hey, Yamcha!” she greeted cheerfully in a surprised tone that made Vegeta cringe. Of course she would go crawling back to the weakling, he scoffed to himself and the feeling of annoyance that he felt over that was stronger than he would have liked to admit.

“No, I’m leaving in just a few minutes with my parents; my mom had an episode over her dress or something, I don’t know. You know how she can be.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to pick you up? I’m not far.” Yamcha offered. Thanks to their semi close proximity in the kitchen and Vegeta’s acute hearing, he could hear both sides of the conversation.

“No, that’s fine, I’m going with my parents, thanks Yamcha.” she replied.

“Oh, I see. I take it Vegeta is going with you then?”

“See you later,” she said quietly to Vegeta and left him sitting in the kitchen alone with his food.

“No, are you kidding me?” she replied quietly in the next room. “I couldn’t bring him to a formal function like this.”

“Right,” Yamcha replied. “You sure you don’t need an escort for tonight?”

“No, Yamcha, I don’t need an escort,” she snorted. “I’m glad you’re coming to this to support me and my family, but you’re the last person I would ask to be my escort.”

“Gee thanks, B,” he said in mock offence.

“It’s not personal, Yamcha. The tabloids and reporters would make a big deal over it and I don’t want to do anything that detracts from my presentation,” she said sensibly. “If we go together it will look like we are back together and that’s all anyone will care about.”

“You’re right,” he sighed.

“Of course I am. Anyway, I’ll see you there.” She said before hanging up the phone and walking outside to wait for her parents.

Back inside the kitchen, Vegeta continued to eat his dinner like nothing had happened. What did he care that Bulma was meeting with the Weakling tonight because she didn’t think he was good enough to attend a formal function? He had no interest in going anyway and was thankful that her or her mother had not bothered to ask him; the answer would have been no anyway.

He breathed out a sigh of relief as he heard Mr. and Mrs. Briefs finally leave; he was anticipating an evening to himself of peace and quiet and solitude.

-0-0-0-

Another week and a half had passed; while Bulma’s presentation had been nothing short of a success, she was still feeling ill.

She had been able to muddle her way through her presentation at the launch despite feeling very sick to her stomach. A last minute glass of champagne taken in the spirit of needing some “liquid courage” to get through her presentation had been a mistake. Not only had she been sick almost immediately after she had consumed it, she had started late because of it and felt nauseous and shaky the entire time as she went through everything.

Bulma did not touch a single drink again for the rest of the evening despite the urging of those around her insisting she do a few celebratory shots because of her successful launch presentation. Rather than linger, she had called it a night early, stating illness and thankfully her father had agreed to say behind a little longer to answer any additional questions from the press and potential buyers.

She had gotten home and had gone straight to bed, not even bothering to look for Vegeta and find out what he had done all night to occupy his time.

The next morning had been just as disastrous for her; she had been as sick as a dog and had not ventured outside of her bedroom until well after noontime at which she had received a severe scolding from her mother for apparently having over done it the night before with the drinks.

Despite insisting she was working her way through a flu bug and not a hangover her mother still shook her head at her daughter and insisted she field some of the days phone calls; the phone had been ringing off of the hook since very early that morning. The industry in a mad frenzy over the possibilities of these new bots.

Everyone wanted to be on the distribution list and it seemed that the only problem Bulma could foresee now was meeting up with the demand of having enough bots for everyone. Even last night, the pre order was a success and she would not have been surprised if they had sold out. “Whatever,” she muttered to herself as she lay down on her couch as she felt another weave on nausea wash through her. “I’ll figure it out tomorrow when I’m better.”

Except now here it was, a week and a half later and she still was not better.

Now here she sat in her bathroom, contemplating whether or not she should take a pregnancy test. While she was on the pill and took it faithfully, it was the only possible thing she could think of why she had been so sick for so long.

She did her thing and sat on the floor waiting for the result. Within a few minutes she had her answer and immediately took another just to be sure.

When that one came back positive as well, she just sat there in a daze for what she could not say was a few minutes or a few hours; she just laid there on her bathroom floor and let her mind wander.

What am I going to do? She asked herself for the one hundredth time. I can’t have a baby now. Never mind that I am so busy with work at the moment but the androids will be here in a year! How can I bring a child into the world knowing what the future might hold should Goku and the others not succeed in defeating the Androids?

Oh god, how am I going to tell Vegeta? She groaned as she got up to throw up again despite there being nothing in her stomach to purge. How was Vegeta going to deal with this news? Hell, how had it even happened? Sure they had been stupid and had not used protection but she had been on the pill sine she had been 17. While the only other person she had ever been with was Yamcha, never had she had a pregnancy scare.

Good lord, how many times did we do it? She asked herself as she curled up on the floor again, her body feeling hot and flushed again as she thought back on those two fleeting days with Vegeta. No wonder you’re pregnant, girl. She scoffed to herself.

As she let her mind aimlessly jump to every random thought and conclusion, she finally got herself up and began drawing herself up a bath; she needed to think about this rationally and decide the best way to approach Vegeta about the matter.

For the first time since she had invited him into her home, she found herself fearful of him. What kind of reaction would he have to the news that she was carrying his child?

-0-0-0-

TBC…

Uh ohh… How is Vegeta going to react?
PS: *AN: I once read a Bulma and Vegeta fic years and years ago where Bulma’s mother had said to her with regards to Vegeta: “If you lay with wild things, expect to get bitten.”- Or something to that effect. I loved that statement and it always kind of stuck with me all these years later. So I kinda borrowed that line because it was fitting for the situation. I’d love to give full credit to the author who came up with that brilliant line, but I can’t remember the author’s name or even the name of the story or even the exact context where it was used. No plagiarism intended.
Thanks so much for reading!