Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ You're What?! ❯ Baths and Home Movies ( Chapter 12 )

You're What Chapter 12: Baths and Home Movies

Bulma placed a final teddy bear upon the dresser in the baby's nursery and then backed up to survey the now fully decorated room. The walls were painted a very pale, pastel pink with a border running along the top of the wall. The white border showed a cute colleague of baby toys ranging from rocking horses, teddy bears, ABC blocks and rattles: each toy being colored in alternating light blue, pink, and yellow. A plush off-white carpet blanketed the floor. White shelves, which hung above the changing table, were staggered on the wall to her left; each one filled with stuffed animals. A beautiful oak crib, that was used when Bulma was a baby and again with Trunks, was against the wall to her right, a mobile that played "Hush Little Baby" hanging over the one end. Nodding in approval of the room, Bulma turned to walk out of the nursery when she noticed one little flaw in the appearance of the room. In the space between the door to the room and the closet door was an oak chest that matched the crib. It was filled with supplies for the baby, such as diapers, blankets, wipes, baby powder, etc. She had left the chest open, something her perfectionist nature could not allow. Gently lowering the top, Bulma traced her fingers over the carvings found there. In the center was a heart with one word scrolling across the center: Bulma. On the lower left corner, slightly smaller since Bulma's heart took up so much room, was a similar carving with Trunks' name in the middle. Bulma placed a hand over her now rather round belly and smiled. Soon another heart containing the yet-to-be determined name of the baby she carried would be carved on the lower right corner. One day she hoped her children would carve the names of their babies into the chest.

Now fully satisfied with the room, Bulma left and started walking down the hall to her own bedroom. As she entered the expansive room Bulma winced slightly in pain. One thing was for sure: this kid was definitely Vegeta's. Six months into the pregnancy and this little princess seemed to be 'training' more than even her father. Trunks had not kicked nor moved nearly as much. Walking over to the king-sized bed and laying down on her back with her legs hanging over the edge, Bulma started rubbing her stomach in an attempt to calm the rambunctious baby.

"Baby," Bulma said pleadingly, " you have to give your mother a rest. You'll be the death of me, I swear!" She finished with a small smile. Continuing to rub her stomach, Bulma looked up at the ceiling and contemplated the name of her unborn child. Somehow she had a feeling "Baby" wouldn't work forever, this wasn't Dirty Dancing after all. As of now, Bulma couldn't think of a name that she liked and Vegeta remained bent on naming the child Vega. Her pesky mate was still a little sore about the fact that Trunks was not named after him and was convinced that this girl should have a variation of his name. Bulma was bound and determined not to let that happen. She just didn't like the name. No, she wanted her daughter to have a name that was dainty and feminine, a contrast to how strong she would be in both mind and body. Sensing that the baby was finally resting, Bulma slowly sat up, pushed off the bed and headed for the bathroom. A bath sounded very nice right about now. She had been working on the nursery all afternoon and she deserved a break.

Starting the water, the blue-haired scientist disrobed quickly and walked over to one of the cabinets to decide what bubble bath she wanted to use. She decided on Lavender and walked back over to the elaborate black, marble tub that could effectively seat four people and poured in the soapy gel. Easing into the tub, Bulma waited for the water to fill to the top before turning off the water and lying back to relax. Reaching behind her, Bulma found the portable CD player that she always kept by the tub so that she could listen to music while she bathed. She placed on the headphones, closed her eyes, and started to sing to the music. That was how her husband found her.

Vegeta looked at his mate and shook his head. He would never understand how the woman could not know that she was absolutely awful when it came to singing. She was so off-key it wasn't even funny. Trying his best to ignore the noise she considered singing, he went to sit on the edge of the tub and smirked at his mate. She was absolutely beautiful, and motherhood was only enhancing that beauty. She was practically glowing even just lying there in the bathtub. His eyes swept over every inch of her face before sweeping downwards. He almost let out a small growl of annoyance. He hated this bubbly substance she insisted on putting in her water; it covered up her body from his view. Still oblivious to his presence, Vegeta slowly slipped a hand into the warm water and gently traced his hand over her swollen belly. Bulma didn't open her eyes but instead slowly smiled at the feel of her husband's hand, alerting Vegeta to the fact that Bulma had known he had been there the entire time.

"Hello my sexy, Saiyan Prince," Bulma all but purred while pulling off her headphones. Vegeta smirked wickedly at her tone of voice and suppressed the shiver of desire he felt shoot through his body at her cheeky greeting. Bulma finally opened her eyes as she felt Vegeta's hand slowly moving higher up her body. Bulma grabbed his hand and stopped it short of its goal. "I wasn't expecting to see you this early in the afternoon. What's up? Besides what's in your pants," Bulma added as an afterthought when her eyes had snapped down to her husband's lower body. Vegeta couldn't help but smirk in reply. It wasn't often that his wife was in such a playful mood.

"Nothing is 'up', as you so eloquently put it. The gravity in the GR mysteriously turned off. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you?" Vegeta asked, a lot more calmly than anyone would expect considering his training was being compromised.

"I have no idea what you are talking about," she exclaimed, feigning innocence. This finally brought a light scowl to Vegeta's face; he could only take so much kidding around. Bulma noticed the slight scowl and rolled her eyes over-dramatically. "Fine grumpy, I'll confess. I programmed the GR to deactivate and remain that way until after tomorrow's festivities." Before her husband could complain, Bulma continued talking. "And no, Vegeta, I will not turn it back on. There are things that need to get done before the shower tomorrow and I want you to be involved. Once all the guests are gone tomorrow the Gravity Room will be turned back on and you can train 'til your heart's content."

Vegeta's scowl deepened and out of sheer habit he went to cross his arms, not registering that his one hand and upper arm was still emerged within the water. Therefore, he thoroughly soaked his shirt and splashed water everywhere when he crossed his arms over his chest. "What do you expect me to do for the next 36 hours?" Vegeta asked irked by both the fact that he wasn't going to be training and that he was now damp.

"Oh Dende forbid that you may actually have to spend quality time with your family." Bulma answered sarcastically. Vegeta snorted and glared at his wife, who glared right back. They stayed that way for a few moments before Bulma finally broke out into a grin. "We are behaving like a couple of children." She said with a laugh, in reference to their staring match. "Why don't we go out to dinner tonight and then have a nice relaxing night in tonight? Tomorrow will be a busy, but fun, day. I promise." Vegeta cocked his head and looked at his wife skeptically. Bulma saw his leery gaze and couldn't help but chuckle again. "I promise you, the world won't end if you take a day off of training."

"I don't know Bulma. They way things happen on this planet, that may not be a safe bet." Vegeta said roughly, not entirely convinced by her statements. "I still don't understand why I can't train."

"Vegeta, you know I have people coming in to set up for tomorrow's baby shower later on this evening. I don't need any unexpected explosions, nor do I need the hired help turning down the wrong hall and seeing my husband floating around and letting off energy blasts. I told you all this before. Please try and understand." Bulma explained patiently. She didn't want this to turn into the huge argument it had always become any other time they discussed this arrangement. Vegeta gave a growl of annoyance but then slowly nodded.

"Alright. I suppose it won't kill me to take one night off from training. But be fore warned, my conniving little minx," Vegeta said in an eerily calm whisper, his face inching ever closer to hers, " I will make up every minute of training I lose in the next day and a half. So don't be waiting up for me tomorrow night. I won't be coming to bed."

"Am I supposed to be surprised by that?" Bulma said with a hint of a smile, seeing Vegeta still closing in.

"Maybe not," Vegeta replied in a low, sexy whisper. He then captured her lips in a searing kiss, letting any lingering anger dissipate. Bulma wrapped her arms around her mate's shoulders, further drenching his shirt. Vegeta was about to pull away and complain when Bulma deepened the kiss and started trailing her hands down his back. The prince couldn't help but let out a low moan. Inwardly, Bulma laughed. She had her husband just where she wanted him. Caught off guard by the feelings his wife was evoking, Vegeta wasn't able to stop his wife from pulling into the tub with her. As soon as his body hit the water next to his wife, Vegeta levitated out of the water, sputtering. He glared down at his mate as he hovered above her, raining water down upon her. Bulma, for her part, did a good job of holding in the laughter that was threatening to burst forth; however, she could not hide the amusement dancing within her sapphire eyes.

"Why your highness, you are completely soaked." Bulma stated the obvious, her voice overly sweet. Vegeta sneered at his wife, his anger igniting once again. Before he could act on his sudden outburst, Bulma spoke again. "Those clothes look pretty uncomfortable, being wet and all. Perhaps you should take them off." Bulma suggested with a playful wink. At this suggestion, Vegeta's anger, while not completely fading, dimmed considerably and a smirk once again crossed his features. His mate was a cunning woman when it came to getting what she wanted.

"Well, I was going to take a shower, but something is telling me that bath might be more fun." Vegeta said in slight amusement before surprising Bulma and dropping back into the water, sending a wave of water over the edge and onto the floor.

"Hey! You're going to have to clean that up," Bulma protested as she saw the flooding of the immediate bathroom.

"Make me," Vegeta said with an evil chuckle, then without preamble he kissed his wife again and proceeded to take his "bath".

Vegeta sat in the darkened living room sandwiched between his wife and his son on the long leather coach facing the entertainment center; the television casting the only light in the room. The other occupants of the room had fallen asleep a while ago, Bulma with her head on his shoulder and Trunks with his head in his lap. Call it a moment of weakness, but Vegeta didn't have the heart to wake them up just then. The three of them had gone out to dinner, which was always a big production when feeding two males of Saiyan blood; then they had gone to the park to let Trunks play and go through the small zoo found there; and finally, after getting some ice cream for dessert, the family had retired to the living room and had proceeded to watch DVDs of Trunks when he was a baby. Watching the films had totally mortified Trunks and had thus, made the experience thoroughly enjoyable for Vegeta. If it wasn't for the fact that he could embarrass his heir by watching the home movies, then there was no way he would have ever been talked into watching the stupid things in the first place. He remembered when Bulma would walk around with that blasted video camera taping all of Trunks' movements for "posterity". If his memory served him correctly, she had gone through about 5 of those devices; one for each time she had tried to record him and he had blasted the idiotic mechanism to the next dimension.

Trunks hadn't lasted too long into the viewing of his yesteryears, it was late when they had started watching the films and the boy, despite his best efforts to stay up late, hadn't last more than a half an hour after his normal bedtime. Bulma was not too far behind her son. As her pregnancy progressed, Bulma was becoming more and more tired from carrying the brat within her. Vegeta had watched the number of hours she slept each night grow exponentially with each month that passed. Therefore, Vegeta had been here by himself for the past half an hour watching Trunks' third birthday party, which luckily seemed to be ending. Deciding that he'd had enough with this trip down memory lane, the Saiyan monarch glanced around the room in search of the remote. Sure enough, it was on the end table on the other side of Trunks. There was no way he was going to be able to reach it without moving the boy and in all likelihood, waking him. Vegeta sighed and weighed his options. Did he wake up his family and end this one rare moment or did he just sit through the rest of this movie?

Vegeta didn't have to wait long before an answer was handed to him. The movie ended. However, another DVD cued up and began playing. Vegeta was about to give up and move his wife and son when he caught a glimpse of a very pregnant Bulma on the screen. She had her hand over her protruding belly and was waving at the camera. Although she was attempting to smile, all that came across was a grimace. Vegeta stared intently at the television. He had never before seen this film. In fact, he didn't know that Bulma had any movies of her actual pregnancy with Trunks. He wondered silently why she had never shown them to him before.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say this kid just turned Super Saiyan on me," Bulma said with a slight laugh, whatever pain the baby was causing her seemingly had passed. Vegeta smirked. That's his boy.

"Bulma, honey, why don't you go rest before the guests arrive?" A voice off camera called; clearly it was her mother. Vegeta then noticed that everything was decorated much like it was now. This must be Bulma's baby shower for Trunks. But that couldn't be right. None of her friends knew about Trunks until they all met up for the fight against the androids. Vegeta pondered over that thought for but a second before his keen mind came up with an explanation. This must have been a party for all of her family and co-workers. They would have certainly seen her walking around expecting a baby. It was the same as with tomorrow's party. Although their friends, and he used the term loosely, were going to be there, so were a bunch of Capsule Corporation people.

"No, mom. I'll just have a seat right here and wait. Thanks for the concern though!" Bulma replied as she took a seat. She then looked again at the camera, her head tilting in confusion. "Yamcha, why do you keep pointing that thing at me? You can't possibly get me in the shot. I'm huge!" She said with a laugh as she placed both her hands over her belly for emphasis. At the mention of her pathetic ex-boyfriend, Vegeta sneered. Perhaps this was why Bulma never showed him these films. He was in them.

"You know babe, my offer still stands." Yamcha's voice could be heard from behind the camera, and Vegeta couldn't help but let out a small growl at the nickname. Even after all these years, Vegeta detested that man. He figured he always would. He continued to watch as Bulma's face fell, and Vegeta had to wonder what exactly Yamcha's offer had been to make his mate look like she was about to cry.

"Yamcha, I know you are just trying to be help," the mother-to be began, her voice wavering, "and your offer is very noble, but I just can't accept it. I can't tell people that you are the baby's father. It's just not right." She finished sounding very forlorn. Vegeta felt his anger rise and had to struggle to keep his ki in check. He didn't care that this occurred years ago; he had just heard another man attempt to claim something of his! Taking deep breaths, something Bulma always claims to help her calm down, Vegeta continued watching the movie.

"What's not right Bulma," Yamcha said with conviction, both seeming to forget that what they were saying was being caught on tape," is the fact that you were abandoned to raise this child by yourself. What's not right is that you have had to struggle through this pregnancy mostly alone. What's not right is that you love a man that will never love you back!" Vegeta felt his anger rise to new levels. How dare that insignificant human say such things? However, even as he felt the anger toward Yamcha, Vegeta knew that most of the anger he was now feeling was directed at himself. Vegeta looked down at the woman sleeping next to him, curled up on the couch. How could he have ever left her? His eyes swung back to the big screen TV when Bulma finally spoke.

"I know you are right Yamcha. Nothing that has happened in these past seven months has been expected. But, aside from the whole being cast aside by a temperamental alien, I wouldn't change it for the world. Just like, I could never ask you to step into the role of father for a child that is not even yours. There is no way that you should have to take on that responsibility. Just be my friend, help me when I need it. That's all I ask." Bulma finished quietly.

"I will always be there for you babe; all you have to do is ask." Yamcha replied sincerely. This finally got a smile out of Bulma.

"I just did silly," she pointed out with a giggle.

"Well, here I am, just as I said I'd be!" Yamcha said with a laugh of his own.

"You are such a nerd," his mate said with a shake of her head. "Now come over here and help a fat lady out of her chair!" Bulma commanded and in the next moment the movie flickered off. Almost a second later the picture came back on and it appeared that the baby shower was in full swing; yet, Vegeta paid no attention to the screen for he had turned his thoughts inward. He had said it before, and he was sure he'd say it again, but he had really messed up in the beginning with Trunks. Placing his hand over his mate's stomach and feeling the strong ki that emanated from within, Vegeta gave a silent thanks to whoever was listening for giving him this second chance with his family. Although he wasn't looking forward to the party tomorrow, since he had always hated large get togethers; his mate was going to have a father at this baby shower, of that he was sure.

Nudging his son, Vegeta decided that it was time for him to do something else rather than sit in the dark drudging up the mistakes he had made in the past. Granted, seeing that short video clip between Yamcha and Bulma had done some good; it reminded him of how lucky he was to be around during this pregnancy and also proved that history was not repeating itself. Trunks groaned in protest, but quickly came to his senses when his father poked him again.

"Boy," Vegeta said in a low voice, attempting not to wake Bulma, "head on upstairs and go to bed." Trunks nodded haphazardly, his mind still half asleep. As he rose, Vegeta spoke to his son again. "Oh, and give me the remote too. I want to turn this blasted thing off." Without receiving any sort of response from Trunks, the boy stumbled over to the end table, grabbed the remote and gave it to his father. He then staggered on off and up the stairs, looking for all the world like he was drunk. Vegeta clicked off the TV and started to disengage himself from his mate only to have her stir.

"Sorry Vegeta," came Bulma's sleepy voice from beside him, "I didn't mean to fall asleep." She slowly opened her eyes and looked like she was going to get up. Before she could follow in her son's footsteps, Vegeta stood up and gently lifted his wife into his arms. Immediately she snuggled back into him and whispered a thank you for carrying her on up to bed. As they climbed the stairs, a thought came to Vegeta.

"Bulma?" He asked softly. She gave a soft muffled reply, signaling that she was awake but just barely. "That pathetic ex of yours, he took good care of you while you were carrying Trunks, didn't he?" Bulma, still in that hazy world between being asleep and being awake, didn't contemplate the question that was just asked of her; she just answered it truthfully.

"He took very good care of me," she mumbled into his chest. Vegeta pressed the button to open their bedroom door and walked in with his precious cargo. Gently, he placed her on the bed, pulled back the covers, and proceeded to tuck her in. Looking at her as she lay sleeping once again, Vegeta contemplated the answer she had just given him. Turning away he went back to the door and shut it; once it had slid back into place he locked the door and proceeded to join his mate in the bed. Scooting over to lay next to Bulma, Vegeta slung an arm over her stomach and settled in to go to sleep. He was going to need all of his strength in order to deal with all of the guests coming over tomorrow; plus he needed to keep his wits about him for there was a certain human that he needed to have a chat with. Checking on the baby's ki one last time, a habit he had picked up over the course of the pregnancy, Vegeta easily fell into slumber.

Ok, so this was another filler chapter to kind of bring things up to speed. I don't truly know where this chapter came from, I'm still trying to decide if it has a point…but I figured I spent this much time writing it, I was surely going to post it! I hope you all enjoy it! It's pointless but fun. Let me know what you think. Once again, thank you to everyone who has reviewed! I have loved all of the reviews I have received so far and I am trying desperately to keep you all entertained! J Anyway, the next chapter should be fun; it's the start of the baby shower. I've already decided that the baby shower will probably take more than one chapter to complete…there is just so many things that could happen, especially since this will be the first time that we get to see the whole DBZ gang together in this fic! The ideas are just running rampant!

On a second note, here is a shameless plug for my new story Only the Lonely. It is a B/V get together set in the first person. I'm hoping to give a somewhat original portrayal of how our famous couple got together from their points of view. If you have the time, please read it and let me know what you think! I would greatly appreciate it.

Until Next Time…