You're What?! Chapter 7: Big Brother

Trunks sat in the passenger seat of his mother's favorite personal jet staring down at his hands. His mother had not been in the best of moods when she had come to pick him up from the Son's house, and that mood had turned even more sour when she had learned of what Trunks had done while sleeping over at his friend's house. He was just hoping that maybe if he kept his mouth shut and didn't draw attention to himself during the ride home that his mother wouldn't ground him. Getting bored with studying the skin on his hand, Trunks turned his attention out the window to watch the scenery fly by. It was then that he noticed that the jet was not flying in the direction of Capsule Corps.

"Mom?" Trunks asked timidly. Bulma quickly glanced over at the raven-haired boy next to her, showing that she was listening. "Where are we going?"

"Well, I was going to go and take you out for ice cream and some toys due to the ordeal you went through yesterday." Bulma began, never taking her eyes off of the sky before her. "But," she continued with slight amusement coloring her voice, "if you don't want to go, oh great Saiyan prince, we don't have to."

"Of course I want to go!" The young boy said enthusiastically, totally missing his mother's sarcastic use of his title. He then looked at his mother suspiciously as a thought popped into his head. "Wait a second. I thought you were mad at me. Why are we still going to get ice cream and toys?"

"I am mad at you Trunks. What you did at the Son's house was not a good thing and don't think you won't be punished. However, I am making up for the pain you went through yesterday. Besides, I have something I want to talk to you about." Bulma explained and quickly gave her only son a pat on the leg.

"And you are sure you are not dying?" Trunks asked again. This time the blue-haired genius laughed.

"Yes, sweetie. I'm sure."

"Ok." Trunks said firmly. He then swallowed and glanced over at his mom. Her mood seemed to be lightening a little. "Mom, I really am sorry about my hair. I just wanted to look more Saiyan. I didn't do it to make you mad. It was just that Goten mentioned how weird it was that I am the Prince of all Saiyans and I don't even have black hair. Besides, don't I look more like dad now?" Trunks said all in a rush, a trait he always showed when he was nervous about being in serious trouble.

"Yes. You look exactly like your father." Bulma clipped out and Trunks cringed. Apparently bringing up his father was not a good idea. Realizing that his mother's mood was shifting again, Trunks went back to staring at his hands. It would be best if he just let his mother fume until they arrived at their shopping destination.

Bulma felt a little bad about snapping at her son. It wasn't his fault that she was mad at Vegeta. Oh well, it was just best if they didn't talk. Then there was no chance of her taking out her anger on an unsuspecting Trunks. Bulma couldn't believe her husband at times. Last night, Vegeta and she had had such a lovely time. It wasn't often that they got to spend that much time alone, and they had taken full advantage of the fact. Yet, this morning, Vegeta had decided that he had been nice enough during this past week and it was time to go back to being an insensitive prick. She wanted to tell Trunks the news that he was going to be a big brother with Vegeta by her side. She knew that there was a good possibility that Trunks would not take the idea of having a new brother or sister well. He had been an only child for so long that Bulma knew he would see a new baby as a threat, as competition for the affection of his parents. Therefore, Bulma wanted to reassure her baby boy on how much they loved him and that a baby would not change that. But, Vegeta decided that training was more important.

"Bulma, the boy is a Saiyan prince. He does not need to be pampered. Just tell him the damn news and be done with it. If he doesn't like the idea ,that's too bad. He'll just have to learn to live with it."

Bulma bristled as she thought of Vegeta's words to her earlier. Ignoring one's feelings was never the solution. If anyone should know that it should be Vegeta. Oh well, she guessed some things would never change with the stubborn Saiyan Prince. She for one didn't want her son to hate his future sibling and, thus, she was going to handle this situation gently. Bulma then looked over at her pride and joy and slowly shook her head in disbelief. Nothing could have prepared her for coming over to the Son's house this morning to find her normally lavender-haired son with an ebony mane and matching eyebrows. Chi-chi had apologized profusely, feeling terrible that she was not around to stop the incident. The boys had done it last night when they were supposed to be asleep. Apparently they had stolen some of Chi-chi's dye she kept for covering her gray from her bedroom during the day after Goten had remarked about Trunks not looking like a Saiyan. Well, at least the dye would wash out in time. It was actually kind of eerie how much the boy looked like a mini-Vegeta. If his eyes were black, they would be exactly duplicates.

Bulma landed the jet in the parking lot of the new mall outside West City and looked over at her mischievous son. "Ready?" She asked with a small smile, her offering of an apology for her earlier moodiness. Trunks smiled brilliantly and shook his head vigorously. After the two had exited the jet, Bulma quickly capsuled the aircraft and held out her hand to her son. Ducking his head in embarrassment, Trunks reluctantly indulged his mother and took her hand, letting her lead them through open-air mall. Trunks didn't hold on to his mom's hand for long, as they entered a two-story toy store. His eyes lighting up in anticipation, Trunks laughed and then sprinted off toward the video game section.

"Come on Mom!" Trunks called over his shoulder. Bulma smiled in spite of herself at her son's show of childish glee. After everything that had happened last year, Bulma was grateful to have the chance to let her son just be a child. After choosing out the latest games for his Playstation and Gamecube, along with the appropriate player's guides, Trunks literally dragged his mother on over another part of the store to look at some action figures. Trunks took excruciating time picking out which figures he felt he needed and then looked over at his mother.

"Are we done yet?" She asked with a small smile. Trunks took a quick glance over the rest of the action figures before him.

"I think so Mom. The only part of the store I haven't touched is the Barbie section." The young boy responded, his nose scrunching up in disgust at the thought of such girlie toys. Bulma saw her son's face and laughed.

"Are you sure you don't want to take a look on over there my boy? I'm sure we could find something you could play with." The scientist teased. Trunks eyes widened and his entire face screamed revulsion. Bulma laughed again, though harder this time. Trunks eyes then furrowed in annoyance, a frown gracing his young features. He didn't like being made fun of, even if it was his mother doing the jesting. Wiping away a tear that had escaped the confines of her eyelashes, Bulma saw the change in her son's demeanor and started laughing again. "Oh Trunks, stop making that face or it will stay that way and then you will definitely look like your father."

"I thought you liked the way Dad looked." Trunks countered.

"I do, but not that scowl. It just puts wrinkles on your face." Bulma replied with a wave of her hand. The two then went and paid for all of Trunks' loot and arranged for the packages to be delivered to Capsule Corporation. With that all taken care of, and Trunks reading through one of the player's guides to the games he just bought, the mother and son walked over to the ice cream parlor. Bulma bought a double chocolate cone, while her son and his huge Saiyan appetite bought a full tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream; his favorite. Walking back outside of the parlor, the two found a seat at the tables situated outside. Trunks stood up on his chair so that he could reach into his huge tub of ice cream. Once the two had eaten in silence for a little while, Bulma looked at her son and noticed that he looked quite content, if not a little messy. Ice cream covered his lips and hands as he quickly scooped out more of his sugary treat. Before Bulma could start a conversation with her son, his hand shot up to his head.

"Ouch!" He called out in true pain. After a few seconds, Trunks playfully fell into his chair. "Oh, the pain. The pain! Brain freeze!" He said overdramatically after his pain had truly subsided.

"That's what you get for attempting to eat five gallons of ice cream in five minutes." Bulma said scolding, yet with a smile on her face. "Now, no more fooling around. Eat your ice cream slowly. I have to talk to you and I can't have you interrupting every five seconds, ok?" Trunks noted his mother's serious tone and likewise became somber, nodding his head in understanding. "As you already know, I have been sick the last couple of days and I'm going to be sick for some time more. However, I do know what it wrong with me and can combat the sickness now."

"Well that's good to hear! How long are you going to be sick?" Trunks asked in concern. "It isn't anything serious, is it?"

"No, it is nothing serious, and I don't know how long I am going to be feeling sick. Probably for a couple of months at least. Some days will be better than others, but it won't stop me from getting out of bed everyday. Anyway, I guess I should just cut to the chase. I don't know any other way to say this, so here goes. Trunks, I'm going to have a baby." Trunks blinked and then cocked his head to one side as though confused.

"What?" He asked in complete shock.

"I'm pregnant, sweetie. In about eight months you are going to have a little brother or sister." Bulma said in a soft voice, not trying to seem too excited over the baby. She didn't want Trunks to think she thought the baby was more important than him.

"Really?" Trunks inquired, looking down at his mother's stomach as though searching for any sign of the baby within.

"Yes really. You won't be able to tell for a few more months honey." Bulma said with a slight smile, noticing her son's inspection of her midsection. The smile fell off of her face as she asked her next question. "What do you think? About having a new brother or sister?"

"I don't know. I think it could be kind of cool. It would be someone to play with, to train with, and protect." Trunks paused at that thought and suddenly her brightened up considerably. "Hey! I would be like Gohan, wouldn't I? I could be the best big brother ever! Cool! I hope it is a little brother, then it would be like Gohan and Goten!"

Bulma smiled at her son's unexpected excitement over the thought of being a big brother. Well this was going much, much better than she had expected. She then thought of something. "Trunks, what about if the baby is a girl? What would you think then?" Immediately Trunk's face fell.

"Well, I don't know. What could I do with a sister? That wouldn't be any fun. So, just don't have a girl, ok Mom?" Trunks said in all seriousness.

"Trunks, I can't choose whether I have a boy or a girl. It doesn't work that way."

"I hope it is a boy then. A sister would be boring." Trunks said pouting. Bulma sighed. This was something she hadn't expected. She didn't think the sex of the baby would have been a concern of Trunks.

"So you are telling me that you wouldn't love your future sibling if it were a girl?"

"I didn't say that!" Trunks said defensively, not liking how his mother phrased that. He didn't think he could hate a member of his family, he would love a sister if that was what he had. He just didn't have to like her. Bulma could tell by her son's look that he still did not like the idea of having a sister. Oh well, she would cross that bridge when it came about. She wouldn't even know the sex of the baby for a while.

"We can talk about this later. Considering that we won't know whether you are having a boy or a girl for just a little while longer, there is no need for me to try and convince you of the joys of having a younger sibling, boy or girl. I just want you to know how much I love you baby. Nothing will ever change that. Remember that, if nothing else." Bulma said genuinely. She then leaned over and kissed her son on the cheek.

"Mom!" Trunks squeaked in embarrassment. He then rubbed his cheek as though it was contaminated. Bulma laughed and patted her son's hand.

"Come on Trunks. Finish your ice cream, we have to be getting home soon."

"So you can yell at Dad?" Trunks asked around a mouth full of ice cream.

"No. I'm not going to yell." Bulma replied. "Somehow I think your father is going to be needing as many days of peace as he can get. We all will." Trunks just looked over at his mother, whom was smirking in a fashion that would make Vegeta proud. Not quite knowing what his mother was talking about, the ebony haired boy shrugged his shoulders and went back to eating his ice cream.

Hey everyone! Sorry about the delay in the updates. I've had a lot on my mind recently, plus I went to Cedar Point for a couple of days. Anyway, this chapter was more of a filler chapter than anything else. Now that everyone in the Vegeta-Briefs family knows about the baby, we can move forward into the future and see how they deal with the pregnancy. I know I can't wait to see what hijinks will occur. Anyway, let me know what you think of this chapter. And thanks to everyone that has reviewed! You are all much, too nice.

Until Next Time…