Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Unnatural ❯ Chapter 12: A Fallen Prince's Promise ( Chapter 12 )

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CHAPTER SUMMARY: Vegeta takes in the news of Bulma's pregnancy. What will the outcome be? (More Vegeta, once again!)

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WARNING: This story is Rated M for sexual content, adult themes and language. If you are offended by sexual themes or any reference to sex, adult themes, or the use of profane language; this story is not for you! You have been warned!

…And onto the story…

Through the Looking Glass Book I: Unnatural

Chapter 12: A promise from a fallen Prince.

Vegeta grumbled as he punched rapidly at the air. He knew that by now, he should've let it go, but for reasons unknown to him, he couldn't. Ever since he found out about the onna's pregnancy, he avoided her like the plague out of sheer anger… and somewhat out of disgust.

He had disgraced his own kind, just like that damn third-class, by siring a half-breed and tainting his pure royal bloodline.

However, he couldn't help but think… How else was he to carry on his heritage? Sure, he never thought about bearing children before and always assumed he was the last of his line. And as that thought crossed his mind, he pondered that this was the only way to carry on a great race… even if it meant tainting his bloodline.

Vegeta shuddered at that thought.

It wasn't pleasant to think about, but now he was stuck with a hybrid son and no way to escape. He refused to be like his father.

Which meant only one thing.

Vegeta frowned as he came to a conclusion. He couldn't leave. He was stuck on this mudball planet for good now. Turning back towards the compound, he saw through the window the blue-haired onna talking on the phone with a smile, a hand on her large stomach that she no longer hid, since there really was no point to it anymore, and his eyes narrowed. This also meant he had to interact with the mother of his child.

There was no avoiding it. If he couldn't avoid his son, he most definitely wasn't going to be able to avoid her. She came with the package. A package he never asked for to begin with.

Damn fertile females!

The only thing Vegeta concluded as he continued to watch the onna was that she somehow tricked him into impregnating her. It may not be a rational thought, but it comforted him nonetheless. He knew how devious she could be. Maybe it was her plan all along to get pregnant by him so she could trap him on this planet.

The more he thought about that, the angrier he got.

Turning away from the window, Vegeta marched towards the gravity simulator, his steps heavy to exert his anger, and he slammed the door shut, locking it tight. He then made his way to the control panel, kicking the level of gravity from 500gs to 800gs. It was a hefty jump, but he needed to take his anger out on something. His hand hovered over the initiate gravity button as he hesitated, but only for a second, before he slammed the palm of his hand down on the white button, the gravity instantly kicking in, forcing him onto his hands and knees with a painful groan.

It felt like thousands of tons had been dropped on his body and he was unable to move it.

Groaning, he began to force himself to a kneeling position, panting heavily, and sweat already building up and dripping from his face. Without using the control panel as a crutch, he slowly, but surely stood, his legs shaking with the force of the gravity on his shoulders, and he turned to the control panel, pressing the button to activate the bots.

Immediately, red lights flooded the room as the bots came to life and floated from the ground, ready to attack.

Taking in a deep breath, Vegeta flared his ki, igniting a battle between him and the bots that was sure to work out any frustrations he felt at that moment, the onna and the unborn child no longer at the forefront of his mind.

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Bulma sighed exasperatedly into the phone. “I know! You don't need to lecture me on this…”

On the other line, she heard Chi-Chi chuckle. “It's not a lecture when it's the truth! Besides, it took you a while to tell me! Just think how he felt when you hid it from him!” Then, Chi-Chi muttered low, “I bet he was emotionless.”

Frowning, Bulma ignored her last statement and grumbled, “Since when did you decide to become so wise and nosey?” She held the phone away from her ear, giving it a good glare, imagining the handheld as Chi-Chi, and instantly felt ridiculous. They had been discussing the recent events with Vegeta, when Chi-Chi decided to add her two cents. She claimed that Bulma had acted irrational and should've been upfront with him the moment he arrived, after she yelled that it was what he deserved after ditching her for four months to go on an outer space voyage. Bulma just chuckled at that.

“Since you decided to tell me every single detail about you and Vegeta… Although, I have to question why you would ever want to sleep with a murderer like him?”

“Chi, he's not like that anymore!” She argued. “You have to cut him a break; he's helping us with the androids.”

Chi-Chi scoffed. “I don't have to cut him anything! He tried to KILL us all at one point in time! Who's to say he won't try to do it again?”

Bulma rolled her eyes as they drifted over to the window where she saw Vegeta stomping to the simulator rather angrily. She frowned, and then shrugged.

Who knows what's going on in that man's head!

Rubbing her stomach, Bulma retorted, “I can honestly say he's changed.” At the sound of Chi-Chi's cackle, Bulma held the phone away from her ear, rubbing it with her free hand.

“Oh Kami! That's a good one, Bulma! I think you're pregnancy is getting to your head!”

Bulma's frown deepened. It was the reason she came to her conclusion that he changed. Hiding her pregnancy from Vegeta, she decided, wasn't entirely smart. And she feared, after he discovered her pregnancy, that he would definitely kill her. But, the moment his hand touched her round stomach, the look on his face spoke louder that any words could.

He was terrified.

And it made Bulma's heart swell.

She had expected him to say something to her in that moment, but when he left without saying a word, she just smiled and rubbed her stomach.

Vegeta had changed.

Instead of arguing, she simply said, “I'll let you believe what you want, Chi.” And they left it at that.

“So, do you want me to bring any type of dish to your baby shower?” Chi-Chi asked, turning the conversation into another unpleasant route.

Oh yeah… The baby shower. I was hoping everyone had forgotten about it.

Bulma glanced behind her towards the kitchen where her mother currently was cooking and replied, “I doubt we'll need it, but I'll leave that up to you. My mother's been preparing for the shower for the last several days.” She frowned as she wobbled her way back to the couch and took a seat. “To tell you the truth, I could really care less about this shower.”

“WHAT?!” Chi-Chi screeched into the phone. “What do you mean, you could care less?! That is absolutely ridiculous, Bulma Briefs! This is your first child, you better be excited for this shower!”

And if Vegeta has his way, it'll be my only child too…

Bulma shrugged and picked at her nails nervously. “I just don't think that having a shower is a good idea right now,” She stated. “I mean, with the androids coming—“

“Now you stop that right now!” Chi-Chi cut her off angrily. “The androids are under a year away and I know as well as you that everyone has been training their asses off for that day, and they could all use a break! This party is a great excuse to get everyone together before then!”

“But—“

“But nothing! You're shower is tomorrow and I will not hear another complaint out of you before or during the party!” Slyly, Chi-Chi slipped in, “Do you really want to upset your mother whose been working so hard to get this party together?”

Bulma frowned at the knowing guilt trip. She knew Chi-Chi was right; she just didn't want to admit to it. Her mother had been working rather hard at preparing a baby shower at the last minute; sending the invitations out only three days before, and the knowledge of that made Bulma shut her mouth in less than a second.

The moment her mother had found out Vegeta knew about the pregnancy, the idea of a baby shower was too irresistible, and the plans were immediately set in motion. Of course, Bunny had made it Bulma's responsibility to inform Vegeta of the day… which she had yet to do.

Knowing Chi-Chi had made a direct hit, she stated sweetly, “You know, I really think I should bring an extra dish. I know your mother makes a lot of food, but with how much Goku eats, it's better to be safe than sorry!”

Bulma sighed. “I guess if that's what you want.”

“So, have you told Mr. Grumpy Pants about the party yet?”

Bulma instantly frowned, her eyes landing on the simulator, the red lights flashing from the small windows in the dome.

“Not yet,” She grumbled. “I guess I have to tell him today, since the shower's tomorrow…”

Chi-Chi laughed knowingly. “Good luck with that! I'll see you tomorrow.”

Bulma muttered a goodbye before hanging the phone up, her eyes still settled on the simulator.

I already know what he's going to say…

“Stupid Earth customs,” Bulma grumbled, imitating Vegeta's voice. She huffed off the couch; her legs shoulder length apart to balance herself as she stood. “I'm not going, onna! I'm the Saiya-jin no Ouji, bow down and kiss my ass like the servant you are and blah blah blah! Stupid prince,” she complained in her normal voice, “stupid good looks, stupid androids, stupid baby shower!”

Leaving the living room, Bulma wobbled her way towards the front door, and then to the simulator, a deep frown on her face as she continued to mutter to herself. “Everything's just stupid!” Suddenly, tears began to form in her eyes. “This is all that stupid kid from the future's fault!” Out of nowhere, her stomach growled loudly and she glared down at it. “Stupid stomach! I just fucking fed you an hour ago!”

Bulma began stomping, or attempting to stomp, her way to the simulator, the tears finally brimming over and dripping from her cheeks. “No wonder I'm so fat! This stupid pregnancy is making me want to eat everything that crosses my path!” She began to sniffle as she lifted her hand to knock on the door.

“Stupid Chi-Chi and her stupid wiseness!” Her stomach growled once more and she gritted her teeth. “No! I'm not feeding you again, you stupid stomach! No wonder Vegeta wants nothing to do with me, I'm too fucking fat for him now!”

When he didn't answer to her first knock, she banged harder and more persistent.

Not having to wait much longer, the simulator's engine whirled down, the red lights turning off, and suddenly Bulma could hear a muttering of curses from inside the dome. Then, finally, the door swung open, Vegeta's arms folded as he glared angrily at the onna before him.

“What? Can't you see that I'm training, onna…” He trailed off at the sight of her tears, suddenly feeling uncomfortable with a weeping female before him.

“Training? I'm having a baby shower tomorrow and all you care about is training?! This is OUR son Vegeta!” Bulma began hysterically, her hormones getting the best of her. “Why can't you think about someone other than yourself for once? Kami!” Frustrated and angry, she brushed the tears from her cheeks harshly.

Blinking in surprise, Vegeta furrowed his brow and scowled. Dealing with a weeping woman wasn't new to him, but he was only use to the weeping when it was down at his feet, the women begging for their lives to be spared. This, however, was new territory.

And he had no clue how to stop it.

So, Vegeta did the only thing he knew best. He scoffed. “Whatever this baby shower is,” he began, spitting the words `baby shower' out as if it were a disease, “I want no part in it, nor will I have no part in it!” Before he turned, he took one last look at the onna. “Don't interrupt my training again.” And he slammed the door in her face.

Bulma stared at the door before she huffed angrily, her foot stomping on the ground like a small child in a tantrum and she screamed out, “Fine! Don't be there for your son, you heartless bastard!” and she waddled away from the door, leaving Vegeta to his training.

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“Bulma, honey… What's wrong?”

“Huh?” Looking up, Bulma saw her mother standing over her with a tray of cookies, a small smile on her face with underlining worry. She shrugged and continued to stare at the interesting spot on the floor, sighing out, “Nothing.”

Bunny shook her head and she sat the tray of cookies down on the coffee table. “It's obviously something. What's bothering you, dear? Is it the party?”

Bulma winced and looked away. “No,” she lied. She frowned when she heard her mother chuckle.

Of course, her mother knew when she was lying, so why did she ever bother? Turning back to face Bunny, she hesitantly nodded. “Okay… It is the party… But not entirely.”

“What happened with Vegeta?”

Again, Bulma frowned. How did she do that? Looking up at her mother in surprise, she asked, “What makes you think this is about Vegeta?”

Bunny chuckled before leaning forward to grab a chocolate chip cookie and breaking it in half, giving the other half to Bulma. “I'm a mother. You are my daughter. I know when something is bothering you. It's my job to know when something is bothering you.”

Bulma took the halved cookie and bite off the corner. She should've known her mother knew. The only time Bunny ever made chocolate chip cookies was when Bulma was upset about something. It was comfort food.

Sighing, Bulma muttered, “He doesn't want to come tomorrow.”

Taking a bite of her own cookie, Bunny replied “What makes you say that, sweetheart?”

“He told me in his own words that he'd have no part in it,” Bulma growled out. “It's just a baby shower, for Kami's sake!” She stopped her complaining when her mother patted her knee.

“Did you ever consider that he may not know what a baby shower is?” Bunny smiled gently. “Sweetie, you have to realize that he's not of this world. He probably doesn't understand our customs.”

Bulma scoffed. “Even if I did explain it to him, he still wouldn't go!”

“So, you didn't tell him what a baby shower was,” Bunny concluded and shook her head. She sighed and leaned closer to her daughter, her hand squeezing Bulma's knee gently. “I know that Vegeta can be quite stubborn, but I think that he may surprise you. Look at how he took the news of your pregnancy, love.” Bunny grabbed another cookie, this time, handing the whole cookie to Bulma with a smile, her smile growing at her daughter's deep frown. “You should explain it to him. You never know, he may just show up.”

With another gentle squeeze and a soft pat to the knee, Bunny stood and left, leaving her daughter to consider her words.

Bulma munched on the cookie, her frown still in place as she watched her mother leave. There were times when her mother surprised her. The façade Bunny put on always gave people the impression she was a ditzy airheaded woman whom married a very rich and very intelligent man, but they didn't know the real Bunny. That woman had brains too, and many did not know, but quite a few of the inventions Dr. Trunks Briefs created were ideas his wife had thought up.

It made Bulma want to smile… even though she was quite irritated.

Her mother was right.

She never did explain the meaning of the party to Vegeta; instead, she just blew up at him due to her hormones and practically called him a bad father. However, Bunny was indeed right when she said Vegeta could be surprising. After he discovered the news of Bulma's pregnancy, instead of acting out of anger and killing her, he gently placed his hand on her stomach, closed his eyes, and a look of concentration flashed across his face, as well as many other emotions.

She had seen Yamcha do that once before and didn't understand it. Till now.

Bulma sighed.

I'm such an idiot.

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Bulma sighed as she picked at her plate, her eyes staring at the empty seat across from her. Vegeta had yet to leave the simulator and Bulma never got the chance to speak to him again. She had tried, but after knocking on the GR's door for several minutes, Bulma figured Vegeta was ignoring her and she left.

When her mother announced that dinner was ready, she went to the simulator once again, only to be ignored… again. So, she sighed and left to eat with her parents.

Bulma set her fork down and pushed her plate away before she scooted her chair back far enough for her to stand without bumping into anything with her large stomach. “I'm not really hungry.” She declared to her parents, whom gave her disapproving looks as they watched her take her plate to the garbage, throwing out the food that was left on her plate.

“Bulma, dear? You need to eat. You have a little one to care for, remember?” Her mother reminded her.

She nodded. “I know. And if I get hungry later, I'll make sure to eat a horse,” she replied in a sarcastic manner, before she realized her mother was only acting out of worry, and she sighed. “I'm sorry, Mom. I'll make sure to eat tonight before I go to bed.”

Bunny nodded a bright smile on her face. “That's all I ask for, darling!”

Instead of heading in the direction of her room, Bulma left the compound completely, grabbing her sweater on the way out as she made her way slowly to one of the lawn chairs behind the domed house. It was an oddly cool night for late summer and Bulma shivered as she put the sweater on.

Just as she took her seat, a sound from across the yard startled her and she looked up in time to see Vegeta leaving the simulator with a towel around his neck. Wordlessly, she watched as he took the towel and wiped his face off before he threw it back around his neck and continued on towards the house. She held her breath when she saw him pause in his steps and his head turned slightly in her direction.

She knew he sensed her there, but she felt if she said a word, the calming mood she was feeling in the air would disappear.

Vegeta however was anything but calm. He had spent many hours in the simulator, thinking. He had heard her countless knocks throughout the day and had purposely ignored her. It was one of those moments he needed to be by himself, to gather his thoughts and sort through them. Leaving would've helped better, but it wasn't an option at this point.

He couldn't get her off his mind. And it irritated him to no end.

As Vegeta continued to train in the simulator, he couldn't help but reflect on his own relationship with his father. It wasn't something he liked to think about, but this time, it was inevitable. His father was the only thing he could reflect on to help prepare him as a parent… and he wasn't much.

How could he become a father when his own father abandoned him to a tyrant?

One thing was for sure, Vegeta didn't want to become his father. So, there was only one thing he could do.

He had wanted to wait to face her, but obviously it was taken right out of his hands.

Mentally sighing, Vegeta turned about-face and began heading in Bulma's direction, much to her surprise. She sat there, staring helplessly at his approach, before she began to blink and look around to make sure he hadn't left anything near her. He hadn't, so he was obviously coming to speak to her about something.

Bulma began to stand (or attempt to stand), but Vegeta held up a hand as he stood before her, indicating for her to remain seating. She did so and cocked her head to the side in curiosity.

“What's wrong—“She began, only to be rudely cut off by Vegeta.

“Don't speak woman! This is a onetime thing that I'm about to say and you'll never hear me say it again. So listen closely,” Vegeta demanded, his arms crossed in front of his chest and a scowl on his face.

Bulma blinked in surprise and nodded slowly, giving him her undivided attention. It was obviously important or else he would've continued to avoid her like he had been doing all day. She waited for him to speak his mind, but he just stood there with an almost wounded look on his face.

Silence spread for several minutes as several emotions flashed across Vegeta's face and it seemed to Bulma that he was having an inner battle with himself. Just as she was about to speak, Vegeta opened his mouth, causing all thought process to come to a halt.

“I… cannot promise you that I will be the perfect… father you humans idealize…” He stopped and looked away, a small blush touching his cheeks. Bulma could tell that whatever he was about to admit, it was wounding his pride… and it warmed her heart that he was putting himself through this. Finally, he turned back to face her, his onyx eyes staring deep into hers. “However, I can promise that as long as I'm alive… you and our son will be safe.”

Without another word, Vegeta turned about to leave, only to stop when he heard his name being called.

“Vegeta…?” Bulma whispered hesitantly, a small smile on her face at his promise. “I know you said you weren't coming tomorrow… but it's for our son. It's just a bunch of people gathered to give gifts, eat food, congratulate us, and they leave. It's nothing fancy…” She trailed off, leaving the invitation open to his mind. He just tilted his head in acknowledgement and walked off, leaving Bulma to her thoughts.

After he left, Bulma's small smile grew. It wasn't a declaration of love, but in so many words, Vegeta had promised to keep her and their son safe. To her, even though he hadn't spoken the words, he had promised to stay on Earth. It may not be for her, but it was enough to know that her son was going to have both parents around.

In that moment everything felt right.

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…TBC…

I know. It's been so long and I'm so sorry. Things have been incredibly hectic and I've been a busy bee!

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I will try to get the next chapter out, I have it in my mind where I want Vegeta and Bulma to go, and next chapter is going to be a little… smoky… And we're going to see the baby shower!

Until next time, my lovelies,

Crystal