Hello again everyone! First of all, thanks to everyone who reviewed! You guys are too sweet. Second, just so there is no confusion; in this story Vegeta cannot sense the ki of a child during the first stages of its development. Hence, he would be oblivious to the fact that Bulma may be pregnant until she told him. I hope you like this next chapter…enjoy!

You're What!?-Chapter 2: One Month Later

Vegeta walked into the kitchen looking forward to eating a hearty breakfast with his family, he had definitely worked up quite an appetite during his first training session of the day. However, Dende seemed to have other plans for the Saiyan Prince for what he found when he observed the room was nothing short of complete disaster. Vegeta stopped dead in his tracks with his mouth slightly agape. It literally looked like a war zone. Pancake mix covered the floor and counters, almost as though the box had imploded; Eggshells were seen scattered about the room, with yolk running down the one wall; smoke billowed out of the toaster and swirled around the ceiling; and Vegeta didn't even want to guess why the coffee maker was making sounds like a possessed demon. The warrior stepped further into the room and heard a crunching under his feet and quickly looked down to see what remained off the smoke detector. It looked like it had been blasted and if that was the case then there was only on explanation for the chaos before him: Trunks.

Almost on cue, Trunks came crawling out of one of the bottom cabinets, pulling box after box of cereal out with him. Standing up, Vegeta could see the boy looked about as bad as the rest of the room. His hair stood up in certain places, whether from the eggs or pancake mix Vegeta couldn't tell. The flour-like powder dusted his hair, face, and clothing. His face was likewise smudged in certain places with ashes. Trunks saw his father and his eyes widened first in shock and then in relief.

"Dad! Thank Dende you are here. I think the kitchen is about to blow up. I can't get the toaster to stop smoking and I've even unplugged it. I had to blast that stupid smoke detector. It just wouldn't shut up! Do you know how dangerous this place can be?" The nine-year-old boy said in all seriousness. Inwardly, Vegeta simultaneously smiled and groaned. The situation was funny, but at the same time Vegeta did not want to be the one who had to deal with it. First things first, the Saiyan Prince walked on over to the toaster and inspected it.

"What did you do to it? Toast is not the hardest thing in the world to make Trunks. Even Kakarrot can do it." Vegeta said with some amazement coloring his voice. It was truly mind-bending how his son had managed to mess up toast.

"I wasn't making toast Dad," Trunks stated as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. " I was making English Muffins." Vegeta threw a glare at his son.

"There is no difference. Put the damn thing in the toaster, push down the lever and then wait a minute or two. How do you mess that up?" Trunks opened his mouth to speak and Vegeta held up his hand. "Don't answer that."

"All I was going to say was that I think what killed the toaster was when I lodged the butter knife in there." Trunks replied and sure enough, when Vegeta looked there was a sorely misshapen knife stuck through one of the muffins and into the toaster. "The stupid thing didn't pop up when it was done. It was stuck, I was just trying to pull it on out."

"You know what? I'm not even going to get into the dangers of sticking a metal object into a thing running on electricity. We just need to get this thing to stop smoking." With that Vegeta went to the back door and stepped outside. Walking a safe distance from the house, Vegeta chucked the burning appliance up into the air and vaporized it with a single ki blast. Coming back into the disaster area, Vegeta saw Trunks attempting to clean up some of the egg running down the walls. The proud warrior smirked. "Problem solved." He said in response to the toaster fiasco. He was about to order his son to clean up the remainder of the kitchen when the possessed coffee maker started rattling and moving around the counter. "What do you know? The damn thing is possessed." Vegeta said under his breath before going over to the second kitchen appliance casualty and unplugging it. Backing away just in case the offending object initiated a sneak attack and exploded, Vegeta watched the maker and let out a sigh of relief when the appliance stopped dead in its tracks.

"Do I even want to know what you did to that thing?" Vegeta asked incredulously. Trunks looked over at his father, then to the coffee maker.

"Nope," was the simple reply that he gave before getting back to scrubbing the walls.

"Ok then. Finish cleaning all this up boy and then get cleaned up yourself. I guess we are going out for breakfast today." Vegeta instructed his son after determining that no other machines in the room were going to move, smoke, or explode. "I take it your mother got called away for some meeting or something?"

"No, Mom's here." Trunks provided as an answer. Vegeta waited for Trunks to continue and explain why she wasn't down in the kitchen but he received no such explanation. Vegeta let out a low growl and clenched his fists, trying his hardest not to lose his patience.

"Elaborate boy." He clipped out. "Why is she not down here? And why were you attempting to make breakfast?"

"Mom's not feeling well. I wanted to make breakfast and surprise you guys, but it didn't work out too well."

"Oh trust me son, I was certainly surprised when I first came into the kitchen. I'll give you a suggestion for future reference. If this ever happens again, go with Plan B first." Vegeta said sarcastically, pointing over to the cereal boxes that sat on the floor next to the cabinets. Trunks nodded and gave a sheepish smile. The Saiyan Prince slowly shook his head before patting the boy's head. He pulled it away quickly, looking in disgust at the batter and egg yolk that covered his hand. Walking over to the sink to wash his hands, Vegeta continued talking with his son. "What's wrong with your mother? I take it is nothing serious or you would have gotten me."

"Oh no, it isn't anything too serious. Just the stomach flu, or at least that's what Mom told me. She looked pretty pale and she kept on throwing up." Trunks explained as he finished cleaning the wall. "Mom told me that she would just need to stay in bed and that she would probably be better in a day or so." The lavender-haired boy started cleaning up the island counter, pushing everything onto the floor so that he could sweep it up. Vegeta levitated above the floor so the boy could work and so that he wouldn't be spreading the mess through out the house.

"Keep working son. I'm going to go shower and check up on your mother. Be ready for breakfast in about an hour, and then you can join me for a day of training." Vegeta saw the boys face fall and he smirked. "You didn't think I was just going to let this go without any repercussions did you? You killed two appliances and a safety device Trunks. While I don't truly care, your mother will. Just think about that." Trunks stopped with his work at his father's words and smiled. Training with his Dad was not all that bad, in fact he actually liked being able to spend the time with his father. It really wasn't all that much of a punishment. Now if his mother was going to punish him…Trunks shuddered. He didn't even want to think of what would happen. The boy definitely thought his mother could be scarier than his father when she wanted to be.

"Thanks dad!" Trunks replied in gratitude and then resumed his cleaning with renewed vigor.

Bulma rolled over in bed, curling up in the fetal position and wrapping the blankets more firmly around her. "I'm dying" She lamented over-dramatically.

"You aren't dying woman." Bulma heard from the door. If she weren't feeling so damn sick she would have yelled at her husband for sneaking up on her, it was rude, but she didn't have the energy to argue with him. She felt the bed depress from the weight of her mate. He pulled the comforter away from her face and gently pushed some of hair out of her eyes. He smirked sympathetically, or as sympathetically as Vegeta could get. "You look like hell." He stated matter-of-factly.

"Thank you. I'm fully aware of that fact. Did you just come up here to state the obvious or was there anything else I could do for you?" Bulma questioned annoyed. She hated being sick. Not that anybody enjoys the experience, but Bulma was pretty sure that she hated it even more than your normal person. Vegeta let out an amused snort.

"The boy was correct, you must not be that sick. You are just as quick-witted as normal." Vegeta assessed. He got up from the bed and walked into the master bathroom. Bulma heard the faucet running and figured Vegeta must be getting cleaned up from his first training session in the GR this morning. She closed her eyes, hoping to fall asleep so she wouldn't have to deal with the nausea that she was experiencing. She was slightly surprised to feel the bed shift again as Vegeta sat back down. "Here. Sip this. I don't need you getting dehydrated." He said, holding out a glass of water. Bulma groaned as she propped herself up slightly on her pillows, just enough so that she could sip the water without disturbing her fetal position. "Do you need anything else?" Vegeta asked. Bulma smiled weakly and shook her head no, mouthing the words "thank you". Her eyes fluttered closed as her mate caressed her cheek softly.

"I'm going to go take a shower and then take the boy out for some food. After that we will be training for the day, so if you need anything just hit the com-link." Vegeta explained as he started to disrobe for his shower. Bulma nodded and then let out a low whistle as she watched her husband undress. Vegeta smirked at her. "I'm off limits until you feel better." He paused for dramatic effect. "Think of it as incentive to get better soon."

"Wow, thanks Vegeta. That's some incentive." She replied sarcastically and then moaned in discomfort. Vegeta's smirk fell away.

"Ok Bulma, stop fanaticizing about me and get some rest. I have to get ready."

"As you wish your highness." Bulma said in a weak voice; however, a playful tone could still be heard. Then, putting her glass on the nightstand she curled back up and closed her eyes. Vegeta looked at his wife for a few moments longer with concern. He did not like seeing her sick, but her mood was heartening. This was something that would blow over pretty fast. His mate was strong, he had no worries about that. Before he turned to go and take his shower Vegeta called out to Bulma, whom made an indistinguishable sound to let him know she was listening.

"Remind me to tell you about the master chef our son is when you are feeling up to it." He told her cryptically and then left her to continue on with his day.

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Until Next Time…