Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ You're What?! ❯ Preparing for the Worst ( Chapter 4 )

You're WHAT?! Chapter 4: Preparing for the Worst

Bulma walked out of the doctor's office with her mother, who had been recruited to take the suspecting mother-to-be to her appointment. While it was true that Vegeta was worried about her health, he wasn't concerned about her up and dying on him, and therefore, there was no way he was going to take precious time out of his training to take her to the physician. Bulma hadn't really expected him to accompany her, he was fairly predictable in his response to things that would interrupt his daily schedule: he'd dismiss them. If it were for any other reason that Bulma was going to the doctor she would have argued with Vegeta until he had no choice but to come with her. Her husband did not like cold shoulder, especially in the bedroom, and he hated it even more when his access to the bedroom was cut off completely. The guest bedrooms did not have beds that were nearly as nice as theirs. Bulma smirked lightly at thought, sure it was manipulative but it got her what she wanted out of Vegeta. If she didn't use the occasional threat here and there that Saiyan would do the same thing everyday! How monotonous. Anyway, thoughts of Vegeta's stubbornness aside, Bulma was glad Vegeta didn't join her on the visit. It would not have been pretty. Bulma's contemplation was cut short as her mother squealed in delight once the office building's door was closed behind them.

"I can't believe I am going to be a grandmother again! I wonder if it will be a boy or a girl." Mrs. Briefs exclaimed giddy with excitement. Despite her worries at the moment, Bulma couldn't help but grin. She was excited at the thought of having another child. She had always wished that she could have had more children, but she wasn't exactly married to a family man. Hell, Vegeta hadn't even wanted Trunks at first. He'd gone as far as to deny the child as his own when she first told him of the pregnancy. After that experience, Bulma had learned to accept the fact that her baby boy was also going to be her one and only. She was thrilled that Trunks would finally have a brother or sister to play with, to grow up with, and to watch over and protect.

"I hope it's a girl. I've always wanted a little girl." Bulma replied wistfully. She loved Trunks with all her heart, and no matter what, he would always be her little boy. However, there were so many aspects of his life that she could never be a part of just because he was a boy who naturally looks to his father for support. All of his life, Trunks has idolized his father and tried so hard to follow in his footsteps. Things like training were parts of his life that she just could not partake in. But, if she had a little girl, she would have a child to relate to; someone who would look up to her and need her for support. Yet, even while she daydreamed about the shopping excursions and late night talks she could have with a daughter, Bulma knew that boy or girl she would love this child with all of her heart and soul. Come to think of it, she already did. Bulma's mother had popped the capsule car and was already climbing in behind the controls. Bulma sighed at the thought of having to go home, she was dreading it.

"Bulma dear, are you coming?" Mrs. Briefs asked with a light laugh, snapping Bulma out of her daze. Instead of answering, Bulma climbed into the passenger seat and buckled in. Feeling her mother's eyes upon her, Bulma turned to look at her mother and saw a worried expression. "Are you ok? You seemed quite happy a minute ago and now you are all depressed. I know that by being pregnant your hormones are out of whack, but my mother's intuition is telling me that this is no mood swing I am seeing." Bulma continued to stare at her mom for a few seconds longer, marveling at the two sides of the woman seated next to her. Bulma would be a liar if she did not think from time to time that her mom was a ditz; however, many times the blue-haired scientist wondered how much of her air-headedness was an act. At times like this, Bulma knew her mother was very intelligent when she wanted to be and full of sage advice if you ever cared to listen.

"I don't know, Mom. I'm very excited about this baby. You know how much it has bothered me over the years that I was never going to have the chance to have another child. But, I was willing to make that sacrifice, the family I have right now is perfect. I've just always known that adding another member could only make it more perfect." Bulma trailed off, not entirely sure where she was going with all of this. Luckily for her, her mother seemed to know, even if she did not.

"But you are worried that others in your family will not see such an addition as 'more perfect'. You worry that this baby will be seen as an annoyance, something that is changing the comfort that your family shares now. You worry that there will be too many sacrifices and that certain members won't want to make those sacrifices. Am I right?" Mrs. Briefs asked, her voice uncharacteristically serious. Bulma looked at her mother in shock, her eyes wide and starting to brim with tears.

"How did you know?" Bulma breathed out, attempting to hold back her tears. Mrs. Briefs let out a sad chuckle.

"I know I don't live with him day and night like you do, but I have known Vegeta for as long as you have. I know he isn't the most agreeable man at times. Besides, I think every woman worries about these things when they become pregnant. When I first found out that I was going to be having you, I was both thrilled and scared beyond belief. Believe it or not, I wasn't sure if your father would want to have a baby." Bulma raised an eyebrow at that. She'd never known that her father was unsure about having kids; he was a natural father. Mrs. Briefs saw her daughters slightly shocked expression and elaborated. "Oh yes. As you know, I was pregnant with you was right around the time the capsules your father invented started to catch on and start bringing in tons of business. I was worried that your father would be too caught up in the expansion of Capsule Corporation to be bothered with a little buddle of joy. But you know what? He absolutely loved the idea and was just as excited as I was about your upcoming arrival." She finished with an encouraging smile, patting her daughter's hand.

"But, Vegeta is nothing like Dad. He is so damn stubborn and set in his ways. He didn't even want Trunks! There is no way he is going to be happy about this baby, and I just don't know what to do about it." Bulma practically sobbed.

"Well, what are you going to do about it? Vegeta will eventually notice, you know; unless you were thinking about an abortion."

"NO!" Bulma snapped incredulously, surprised her mother would even suggest such a thing. "That is not an option. With or without Vegeta, I am having this baby, make no mistakes about that." She concluded, her voice steely in her determination. Her mother only nodded as though she had expected such an answer from her child.

"Good. I didn't truly think you would do such a thing, but it is an option. That's all I was saying."

"I know Mom. I didn't mean to jump down your throat. It's just that I can't even imagine going through with such a procedure as a means to please Vegeta and keep him in my life." Bulma apologized.

"You keep on mentioning about Vegeta leaving you, honey. You don't truly believe he would abandon his family, do you?" Mrs. Briefs asked gently. Bulma nodded her head, unable to voice her thoughts out loud. They were too painful. This time it was Mrs. Briefs turn to sigh. "Darling, I don't think you are giving your husband enough credit. I know he left you after Trunks was born, but he came back. He came back," she stressed each word, "and he has not left your side during these past eight years. And although I don't know what exactly happened with this whole Buu character, even I can see that Vegeta is not the same man he once was. I believe he finally knows what it is to love another completely. He loves you Bulma. Anyone with eyes could see that. Give him a chance."

Bulma swatted her tears away, a small smile gracing her lips. Perhaps her mother was right. She certainly knew better than anyone of the changes Vegeta had undergone since Buu. She was the only person on the planet to fully witness his slow evolution from planetary killer to proud prince and father. Perhaps she was being a little overdramatic and preparing for the worst. She just needed to go home and tell him. It was the only thing to do. As her mother had said, he would eventually find out anyway. Pretty soon he would probably be able to feel the baby's ki from within her, and she didn't want him to find out that way. He would feel like she had been purposely hiding it from him, and she didn't want to betray his trust like that. So, it was settled. She was going to tell Vegeta and whatever happened, happened. She would cross that bridge when she came to it. Feeling a hundred percent better, Bulma reached over and gave her mom a huge hug.

"Thank you mom," she whispered in her ear. Bulma then pulled away. "I don't know what I would ever do with out you."

"That's what mothers are for," was all she said in response, glad to see her daughter feeling better.

"Let's go. I have some news I need to share with the rest of the family." Then, as an afterthought, she added: "How about we stop for a light lunch? I think my stomach can handle it if we stop at that little outdoor café in the North of the city. That way I don't have to truly worry about smelling any of the food. Smelling certain foods just kicks my morning sickness into high gear. But perhaps first we can stop at the grocery store and have some things delivered to the house. I need to get some things to try and combat this morning sickness before it gets any worse. Besides, that way our groceries will be at the house by the time we are done with our meal."

"That sounds like a wonderful idea Bulma." Mrs. Briefs responded lightly, her bubbly nature returning in the blink of an eye. Bulma placed a hand over her stomach and smiled. Things were going to be ok. She just had to think positive.

So, this was a filler chapter more than anything else. I needed to get Bulma's feelings out in the open, but I didn't want to drag it on for too long. I hope this chapter wasn't boring. I promise, sparks will start to fly in the next chapter…which should be out either later on today or tomorrow. Keep the Reviews coming! And thanks to everyone who has reviewed. You have all been so nice!

Until Next Time…