One - Written by PhantomScribe72
Vegeta lay back on the bed and watched his mate with hooded eyes. She was sitting at her dressing table, preparing herself for bed. It seemed as if it was taking her forever, and he was starting to get a little impatient. She was moving very slowly, as if she were exhausted. Vegeta narrowed his eyes as he considered this. She was tired an awful lot lately. He wondered if it were possible that she was already pregnant. He sighed and decided he really shouldn't be surprised if she was. After all, she had stopped using birth control over a month ago and they had been going at it like rabbits.
“Enough, Woman,” he ordered as he watched Bulma run a brush through her hair for what seemed like the hundredth time. “Come to bed.”
Bulma smiled as she laid the brush down on the table. She stood up slowly and walked over to the bed.
“Is someone getting a little impatient?” she asked with a grin.
Vegeta snarled and reached up to pull her down on top of him. He kissed her savagely as he ran his hands through her hair. When he finally released her mouth, he bent his head to nibble on her shoulder.
“I don't know why you insist on fixing your hair before you come to bed,” he mumbled. “You know I'm just going to mess it up.”
Bulma laughed out loud as she pulled her nightgown up over her head. “I guess for the same reason I always put a nightgown on, even though I know I won't be wearing it long.”
Vegeta laughed along with her as he sat up and stroked her breasts. Bulma sighed in ecstasy as his thumbs rubbed across her already rock hard nipples.
“I want you so much,” she breathed out as he bent his head to suck at her breasts.
“Don't worry,” he breathed against her hot skin, “you're going to get me.”
He kissed his way down her body, making sure to linger in the places he knew were most sensitive. When he reached her belly button, he paused, dipping his tongue inside. Bulma moaned and arched off the bed. Vegeta chuckled and pushed he back down, holding her still beneath him as he went lower. He kissed the inside of her thighs teasingly. She moaned even louder as he slowly spread her legs. He cupped her womanhood in his hand and began to tease her clit with his fingers. Bulma's eyes closed in pure pleasure as he began to rub at the sensitive flesh roughly. He spread her lips wide apart and bent his head to blow on her hot skin. Bulma screamed his name as a white hot bolt of pleasure coursed through her body. He repeated the action and she screamed again.
Vegeta smirked as he entered her with his fingers. Bulma began to toss her head back and forth across the pillow, lost in the feeling his fingers were giving her. He took her clit into his mouth and sucked hungrily as his fingers continued to move within her. He bit her clit lightly and Bulma came suddenly, her juices flowing into his mouth. He continued to suck and bite at her clit after her orgasm, not even giving her body a chance to recover. Bulma's body shook wildly beneath his mouth as he continued his torture. He increased the pace of his fingers within her, showing her absolutely no mercy. Bulma came over and over under his mouth and his hands. She was sobbing with pleasure. She begged for mercy, but he gave her none. He pushed her body beyond its limit, amused at her pleas.
After what seemed like hours of continuous pleasure, he finally raised his head. Bulma whimpered as cold air replaced his hot breath against her stimulated clit. He kissed his way up her body until his lips reached hers. He kissed her thoroughly, letting her taste her own cum.
“Was it good for you?” he whispered sarcastically against her mouth.
Bulma shuddered wildly and pulled his head back down for another kiss. Vegeta smirked against her mouth and began to stroke her pussy with his fingers again. Bulma cried out as yet another orgasm shook her body. Vegeta laughed and positioned himself between her legs. He entered her swiftly and deeply. Bulma wrapped her legs around his waist and tangled her hands in his hair. He thrust in and out of her over and over gain, pushing her over the edge. Bulma tightened her walls around him, knowing that always drove him insane. She brought one of her hands down and slipped it between their bodies. She found his balls and began to lightly rake her fingernails against the sensitive sacs. Vegeta cursed out loud as he felt his control slipping away. He drove in and out of her relentlessly until they came together in a tidal wave of pleasure.
When his breathing finally returned to normal he rolled over on his side and pulled her body up tightly against his. Bulma sighed and nuzzled her back against his chest.
“You know,” she said when she was finally able to find her voice, “it really doesn't seem fair.”
“What?” Vegeta asked distractedly as his hands stoked her stomach.
“I always get to have multiple orgasms. You usually only have one.”
Vegeta couldn't help but laugh at her words. “I appreciate your sense of fair play,” he said with amusement, “but in case you haven't noticed, I do that on purpose.”
“Of course I've noticed,” she said rolling her eyes. “I just wish I could give you as much pleasure as you give me.”
Vegeta kissed the back of her neck tenderly as he considered her words. His hands continued to stroke her stomach, searching for any small sign of a ki within her.
“You give me more pleasure than you could ever possibly imagine,” he finally said.
“Really?” Bulma said in disbelief, “how?”
Vegeta's hands suddenly stilled against her belly. He pressed into her stomach lightly, causing Bulma to squeal in protest. “What are you doing?” she asked as he increased the pressure of his hand on her body.
Vegeta smiled against her hair and moved his hand away from her stomach. He brought it up to slowly stroke her breasts.
“How many men have you been with?” he asked suddenly.
Bulma was shocked by his question. “Why?”
“Just answer me,” he said rolling his eyes.
Bulma was quiet for a minute. “Come on,” he goaded, “how many?”
“Including you?” she asked.
“Yes, you imbecile.”
“Two,” she answered quietly.
Vegeta considered her answer for a while. He realized slowly that he was not surprised. “So, just me and that idiot weakling?”
“Yes,” she muttered. “Why does it matter?”
“It matters because I wanted to know,” he said lightly. “Care to know how many women I've been with?”
“No,” Bulma said immediately. “It's pretty damned obvious that you've got a lot of experience with women.”
Vegeta laughed at her angry tone. “Yes, I do,” he conceded. “Freeza had slaves that he shared with his soldiers. These women existed for the sole purpose of pleasuring us. The rest of Freeza's men rutted with them like pigs, never caring about their enjoyment.”
“And you did?” she asked in disbelief. “Come on, Vegeta. You were a self-centered, egotistical asshole. I can't believe that you would care whether or not the whore you were using was enjoying herself or not.”
Vegeta chuckled lowly. “You're right, I was self-centered and only concerned about my own pleasure. But I found out very quickly that if you give a woman pleasure, she will return it ten fold.” He slipped a hand between her legs and laughed as she gasped in shock and pleasure. “Making a woman beg for it is the biggest turn on I have ever found. Making her squirm with pleasure, making her desperate with need...it makes me hotter than anything she could do to me.”
Bulma shuddered at both his words and the movements of his fingers against her womanhood. “I love doing this to you,” he whispered as he felt her body tense with an orgasm. “I love the taste of you in my mouth. So you see,” he said lowly as he slipped into her from behind, “it is fair. Making you come gives me incredible pleasure.”
Bulma was incapable of responding. He was thrusting into her gently as he spoke. She clutched the sheet tightly with her hands as he increased his pace. Soon, she came in a long and earth shattering orgasm. His own release came right after hers.
Bulma turned in his arms and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “I love you,” she said as she kissed him gently.
Vegeta smiled as he watched her eyes drift shut. He waited until she was almost asleep before shaking her gently and whispering in her ear. “By the way...you're pregnant.”
Bulma's eyes snapped open in shock. “What?” she breathed.
“You heard me,” he said with a grin. “Now go to sleep.”
Bulma smiled as she felt the tears of joy stream down her face. “I love you,” she told him again. His only response was to tighten his arms around her.
“Who's your daddy?!” Goten screamed, jumping up and down on the couch.
“Shut up, you moron,” Trunks hissed. “I told you we had to keep it down. If we wake up Mom, Dad will give us the beating of our lives!”
Goten paled at the warning. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “I guess I just got a little carried away. I mean, that's the first time I've ever been able to beat you.”
“Yeah, well don't get too excited,” Trunks replied. “I can guarantee it will never happen again.”
“What do you two think you're doing?” Vegeta snarled from the doorway. “I can hear you out on the front lawn.”
“Sorry, Dad,” Trunks said, keeping his eyes down. “We were just playing a video game and Goten got a little carried away.”
“Well, go play outside...better yet, go play over at Goten's house,” Vegeta ordered. “I don't want you two disturbing your mother.”
“But, I wanted to play another game,” Goten whined.
Trunks saw the explosive look on his father's face and grabbed Goten by the arm, dragging him off the couch. “Actually, Goten,” Trunks said carefully, “there's something over at your house I want to show you.”
“What?” Goten asked, trying to jerk his arm away from Trunks. “There's nothing special over there.”
“I'll show you when we get there,” Trunks growled. “See you later, Dad.”
“You go straight there and straight back,” Vegeta warned. “If I find out you go anywhere else, you're dead meat.”
“Got it, Sir!” Trunks said smartly as he and Goten flew off into the sky.
“Trunks, what's up with your dad?” Goten asked once they were airborne.
Trunks shrugged, “He just wants Mom to be able to get some rest.”
“She's pretty sick, huh?” Goten had heard his mother talking about how weak Bulma was. She seemed pretty worried about her friend.
“She's fine,” Trunks said shortly. “She's just tired.”
Goten knew better than to argue. He could tell that his friend was upset about his mother's condition. “Sure, she's just tired,” he said as brightly as he could manage. “I'll race you the rest of the way.”
“You're on!” Trunks yelled and blasted of at light speed.
Meanwhile, back at Capsule Corp., Vegeta let himself quietly into the bedroom. He looked at the frail woman on the bed with a mixture of anger and admiration. The anger sprang from his own guilt. He never should have given into her about having another baby. She was only three months along, but she was already suffering greatly. The admiration came from the fact that she never complained or whined about her misery.
He sighed deeply and walked over to sit on the edge of the bed. He reached out and stoked her hair gently for a moment before shaking her shoulder lightly.
“Woman,” he said lowly, “you need to wake up and try to eat something.”
Bulma moaned and opened her eyes slowly. “Vegeta,” she said hoarsely, “what time is it?”
“It's late,” hew replied, getting up and going into the bathroom. He came out a few seconds later with a glass of water. He helped her sit up and held the glass for her to sip the water.
“Trunks?” she asked.
“He's with Goten,” Vegeta replied. “You feel like eating anything?”
The very thought of food made her shudder violently. “I can't,” she said with disgust.
“Fine,” he said roughly, “but you're going to have to try to eat sooner or later. The child needs nourishment.”
“I know, Vegeta,” she said quietly. “I promise to try.”
“Do you want to sleep a while longer?” he asked softly.
“No,” she said, slowly pulling herself off the bed. “What I really want is a hot shower.”
“Do you need my help?” he asked as he watched her struggle to stand.
“I don't think so,” she said smiling. “But I appreciate the offer.”
Vegeta couldn't help but return the sweet smile. “The doctor will be by to see you this afternoon,” he informed her.
Bulma rolled her eyes. “You know,” she muttered, “It's not really necessary for me to see the doctor every week.”
“Yes it is,” he replied gruffly.
“Really?” she asked. “Why?”
“Because I say so,” he said with finality. He crossed his arms across his chest and gave her a look that dared her to argue with him.
“OK,” she gave in.
Vegeta watched her shuffle into the bathroom and close the door behind her. He could hear her in there, vomiting violently. She had been sick while carrying Trunks, but not this sick. She was losing a lot of weight, despite the fact that she was pregnant. She couldn't keep anything down, and her lack of nourishment was making her as week as a newborn kitten. On top of all that, she was starting to have painful backaches.
Vegeta sighed and stood up, walking slowly to the window. This was all his fault. He should have known better than to allow her to talk him into having another baby. Not only had he agreed to get her pregnant, he had participated in the baby making enthusiastically. How could he have been so stupid? He should have known better, even if she didn't.
He turned when he heard the bathroom door open. “Feeling better?” he asked as Bulma made her way to the dresser.
“Much better,” she replied with a forced smile.
Vegeta stalked over to her and cupped her face in his hands. “Liar,” he whispered, placing a soft kiss on her mouth.
Bulma smiled sadly and sagged against his chest. “I'll be OK once I've been up a while,” she said reassuringly. “I might even go out to the lab today.”
“Fine,” Vegeta said, pulling away from her, “just don't forget about the doctor's visit.”
“I won't,” Bulma promised.
“I've got training to do,” he said quietly. “You're mother has agreed to look after you today.”
Bulma rolled her eyes, “Geez, Vegeta,” she mumbled, “are you trying to help me or annoy me to death?”
Vegeta smiled and kissed her cheek. “Don't try to do too much today,” he warned.
“I promise,” she sighed.
Vegeta nodded and left the room, leaving Bulma to wonder how she was going to survive six more months of this kind of “special treatment.”
Hours later, Vegeta came out of the gravity room to see Yamcha getting out of his little red sports car. Vegeta rolled his eyes and stalked up to the other man with the sole purpose of getting rid of him.
“What are you doing here?” Vegeta demanded.
“You know, Vegeta,” Yamcha said calmly, “you ask me the same question every time I come here and I always give you the same answer. I am here to see Bulma.”
“Well, you can't see her today,” Vegeta barked. “She's not feeling well.”
Yamcha raised his eyebrows. “Really?” he asked with concern. “She hasn't got that nasty flu virus that's been spreading like wildfire does she?”
“No,” Vegeta said with annoyance. “She's just not feeling well.”
“OK then,” Yamcha sighed, “I'll come back when she's feeling better.”
“That might be a while,” Vegeta said evenly. “She's going to be sick for several more months.”
Yamcha looked at Vegeta warily. “What kind of illness could she possibly have that would keep her sick for so long? I mean, she's a healthy person and...” Yamcha trailed off as the full meaning of Vegeta's words dawned on him. “Oh, no.”
“Oh, yes,” Vegeta returned. “And this is none of you damn business.”
“Oh yes it is,” Yamcha said harshly, forgetting who he was talking to. “She's my friend and I care about her. How could you do something so stupid?”
“She's my wife,” Vegeta said angrily, “and what we do is none of your damn business!”
Yamcha sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “Sorry, Vegeta...you're right. It's just...I know how hard having Trunks was for her and I hate to see her go through that again.”
Vegeta clenched his jaw in an effort to calm himself. Vegeta had always hated Yamcha, and even after all these years he still resented the other man's presence in Bulma's life. But it was clear that Yamcha did care about her...and she cared about him. “I won't let anything happen to her,” Vegeta growled.
Yamcha slowly brought his head up and looked Vegeta in the eyes. “I know you won't,” he finally said.
Vegeta silently considered the other man. As much as his existence annoyed Vegeta, he knew that Bulma would probably be happy to see him. “Why don't you go on up to the house and see if she feels like having a visitor?” Vegeta said grudgingly. “Who knows, it might lift her spirits a little.”
Yamcha's eyes widened in shock. “You sure?” he asked timidly.
“Yes, but I'm telling you right now that if you tire her out, I'll blow you into tiny bits of bloody flesh,” Vegeta warned.
“I understand,” Yamcha said, hiding his smile from the Saiyans view. “Thanks, Vegeta.”
Vegeta's only response was a low growl. He turned away and stomped back to the gravity machine as Yamcha made his way up to the house.
Later that night, Vegeta lay in bed with Bulma wrapped in his arms. He had rubbed her aching back until the pain was bearable for her and she was finally relaxed enough to get some rest.
“What did the doctor say?” he asked quietly.
“He said I needed to gain some weight. He gave me some pills that are supposed to keep me from getting so sick,” Bulma said, stroking his chest lightly. “Other than that, he says he thinks I'm holding up well.”
“Good,” Vegeta said, absently playing with her hair. “Did you enjoy your visitor?”
Bulma raised her head off his chest and kissed Vegeta gently on the nose. “Yes,” she sighed. “Thank you.”
Vegeta grunted and closed his eyes.
“Vegeta?” she asked timidly. “Are we having a boy or a girl?”
Vegeta groaned. He had known this question was coming. He had been trying to discern the sex of the child for several weeks. He had sensed that Trunks was a boy almost immediately, but this child had given him more trouble. The ki was incredibly strong, so Vegeta had decided that it was a boy. After all, surely no female would possess such power while still in the womb.
“It is another son,” Vegeta finally said.
“Oh,” Bulma said, trying to keep the disappointment from her voice. “I was sure that...”
“What?” Vegeta demanded.
“Nothing,” Bulma said, shaking her disappointment away. She had been convinced that the baby was a girl, but she knew that Vegeta couldn't possibly be wrong. “I'm honored to be carrying another son for you.”
Vegeta grinned and kissed the top of her head. “Go to sleep,” he ordered gently.
Bulma sighed contentedly and cuddled up in her husbands arms. She fell to sleep quickly, secure in the knowledge that he would always love her and her children.
Bulma slumped in her black leather chair and laid her throbbing head down on her desk. She had woken up early and in a very good mood. Her morning sickness had not been very bad, and she had been hopeful that it would be a good day so she had decided to go out to the lab and try to get some work done. Unfortunately, as the day wore on, she developed a monster headache to go with her mammoth backache. She was just about to give up any hope of getting any work done and call it a day when the door to the lab opened and her mother came bounding into the room.
“Bulma,” she gushed, “I have happy news!”
Bulma looked at her mother warily. “What is it?” she asked tiredly.
“You have visitors,” her mother answered brightly.
Bulma groaned softly. She was bone tired and she didn't feel like dealing with anyone. “Mom,” Bulma sighed, “I'm sorry, but you're just going to have to send whoever it is away. I am not up to entertaining.”
“Oh, hogwash,” Mrs. Briefs returned. “You need to see your friends. You've been closed up here at Capsule Corp. with no contact with anyone other than Trunks and Vegeta since you got pregnant.”
“That's not true!” Bulma said defensively. “Yamcha has been by to visit several times.”
“As I recall,” Mrs. Briefs said, “Yamcha has been here exactly twice. Now quit arguing and get up. You're going to go in the house and see your friends and you're going to enjoy yourself.”
Bulma knew it wouldn't do her any good to argue. She pushed herself away from the desk and stood up slowly. “I'm going to get you for this,” she muttered as she brushed past her mother.
“I swear,” Mrs. Briefs laughed, “you sound just like Vegeta.”
Bulma rolled her eyes and trudged across the yard toward the house. She opened the kitchen door and froze in shock when she saw Chi Chi, 18, and Videl sitting around the kitchen table drinking tea.
“Well don't just stand there looking silly,” Chi Chi said with a smile. “Sit down and join us.”
Bulma slumped down into an empty chair. “What are you guys doing here?”
“We came to check up on you,” Chi Chi answered. “None of us have seen you since you announced you were having a baby, so we decided to come by and make sure you were still alive.”
“Oh, please,” Bulma said, “I talk to you on the phone almost everyday.”
“It's not the same thing,” Chi Chi said. “I wanted to see that you are OK with my own eyes. And if I do say so myself, you look like shit.”
“Oh, thank you,” Bulma said laughing. “That makes me feel so much better.”
“Seriously,” 18 said, her voice full of concern, “how are you?”
Bulma took a deep breath. “I'm tired, I'm sick, and every single part of my body hurts.”
“Oh yes,” Videl said sarcastically, “how well I remember the joys of being pregnant with a Saiyan.”
“Yes, it's tough,” Bulma sighed, “but it's more than worth it.”
“Yes, it is,” Videl agreed.
“So,” Chi Chi began carefully, “how's Vegeta doing?”
Bulma raised her eyebrows suspiciously. “Is that supposed to be a subtle way of asking if he's behaving himself?”
“Yes,” Chi Chi said nonchalantly, “but obviously it wasn't so subtle.”
Bulma couldn't help but laugh. “He's been remarkably kind...for Vegeta. I can tell he's not thrilled about my condition, but he's being very supportive.”
“Well, I can't tell you how relieved I am to hear that,” Chi Chi said. “Dende knows he was a total asshole when you were pregnant with Trunks.”
Bulma narrowed her eyes. “Be careful Chi Chi. I won't sit here and have you insult my husband. The past is the past.”
“I was only trying to express my concern,” Chi Chi said angrily.
“So,” Videl said, trying desperately to change the subject before an argument broke out, “are you having a boy or a girl?”
Bulma hesitated for a moment before answering. “Well, Vegeta says it's a boy...only...”
“Only what?” Chi Chi asked.
“I have a strong feeling that it's a girl,” Bulma said quietly. “I mean I know that he can feel the baby's ki and that he's probably right, but I just can't shake this feeling.”
“Well, I don't see how he could be wrong,” Chi Chi said. “Goku nailed the sex of both of our boys right on the head...and I was only a few weeks pregnant with Goten when he told me he was a boy.”
“Same with Gohan,” Videl offered. “He told me pan was a girl before I had even figured out that I was pregnant.”
“I know, I know,” Bulma muttered. “It's not that I'm doubting what Vegeta said, it's just that I can't get rid of this feeling that it's a girl.”
“If you want my opinion,” 18 said, “I don't care a bit about Saiyan sixth senses. There's nothing stronger than mother's intuition. I wouldn't be surprised at all if it's a girl.”
“That's because you're not married to a Saiyan,” Chi Chi said, rolling her eyes.
“Honestly,” Bulma said with a smile, “I don't care what it is as long as it's healthy. Now, it's time to change the subject. I haven't been out of this house for so long that I feel like I've lost touch with reality. You ladies start spilling gossip...now.”
The four friends spent hours laughing and talking and enjoying each other's company. When her guests finally left, Bulma was more than a little sorry to see them go. She stood in the doorway and waved goodbye until Videl's car was nothing more than a tiny spec in the distance.
“I see the harpy convention finally broke up,” Vegeta said in an amused voice behind her.
Bulma shut the door and turned around slowly to face him. “I missed you today.”
The corners of Vegeta's mouth curved up in a small smile. “Well, I came up to the house once but when I saw the three of them I thought that I had died again and that this time I had been sent straight to hell.”
Bulma laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Vegeta,” she breathed out, “let's go to bed.”
Vegeta shuddered violently. “Woman...” he hesitated.
“You won't hurt me,” Bulma said reassuringly. “You just have to be gentle.”
Vegeta stood still as stone. They hadn't made love in a while and his body was screaming out for hers.
“Please, Vegeta,” Bulma begged. “I need you so badly.”
Her words cut through the last remains of his self-control. He groaned and lifted her into his arms. He lowered his head and claimed her mouth in a gentle kiss. He carried her up to bed where he made exquisitely gently love to her.
When it was over, he pulled her against his body and wrapped her in his strong arms. “Thank you, Bulma,” he said quietly.
“For what?” Bulma asked.
“You have given me so much...a home, a family, your devotion. I'll never deserve it all.”
“You're wrong,” Bulma said gently. “You've made me so happy. It's I who could never repay you. I love you so much.”
Vegeta didn't say anything. He simply held her tightly in his arms and stroked her hair until they both fell asleep.
Bulma was about to lose her mind. She had been put on bed rest, just as a precaution, by the doctor and was bored out of her skull. Things had been bad enough when she was just isolated at Capsule Corp., but now she couldn't even leave her bedroom. Her mother had done her best to make Bulma comfortable. A huge entertainment center had been installed in the bedroom so that Bulma could watch television or listen to music and there was a healthy stack of popular books and magazines by the bed. Her father had even bought her a special laptop so that she could work. But as much as Bulma appreciated having those diversions, the sad fact was that she was lonely. Both her mother and her father visited her frequently. Trunks tried to be faithful about coming to spend time with her, but he couldn't stand to be cooped up for too long. Even Vegeta had shortened his training schedule so that he could be with her in the evenings. But someone couldn't be with her all the time and Bulma felt like she was suffocating.
She sighed and turned her attention back to the magazine she was holding. She flipped through the pages, looking at the bright, colorful baby close and accessories displayed on the pages. She tried to focus on the boy items, but her gaze kept shifting over to the pink, frilly dresses. She didn't know why she couldn't seem to accept the fact that she was carrying a boy. She had questioned Vegeta over and over again about the sex of their unborn child and he had insisted each time that it was a son. The last time she had brought it up, he had gotten very irritated with her and made her promise not to ask him about it any more. She wished that she could just make herself accept what Vegeta said. Her brain knew that he couldn't be mistaken, but her heart kept telling her that he was.
A soft knock at the door broke Bulma's chain of thought. “Come in,” Bulma called. Her face lit up with a beautiful smile when she saw Yamcha come through the door. “Hello there stranger,” she said with a smile. “I thought you were dead.”
Yamcha grinned sheepishly and walked over to the side of the bed to lean down and kiss her softly on the cheek. “Hello, Princess,” he said with a voice full of affection. “Vegeta said it would be OK for me to come up and see you as long as I didn't stay too long.”
“Don't you let that big bully scare you,” she said. “You stay as long as you want.”
Yamcha laughed and sat down in the chair beside the bed. “Well, this is some setup you've got here,” he said looking around the room. “Looks like they've brought you everything but the kitchen sink.”
“I guess so,” Bulma said with a sigh, “but I'm still bored to tears.”
“Well, it shouldn't be for much longer,” Yamcha said softly.
“I suppose so,” Bulma muttered.
“So, aside from being bored, how are you feeling?” he asked.
“I have good days and bad days,” she answered. “The pain is still bearable...which is a really good thing because Vegeta has sworn to the heavens that once it gets too bad the baby is coming out no matter what.”
Yamcha got up and walked over to the window. “Well,” he started, “I'm glad to hear he's treating you well this time.”
“Oh, he really is,” Bulma said dreamily. “He's been so wonderful. It's been truly amazing.”
Yamcha turned slowly to face her. “I'm sorry I haven't been to see you more often,” he said quietly. “I just can stand to see you...”
“I know Yamcha,” Bulma said reassuringly. “I know it's hard for you to see me suffer. I understand it's only because you love me so much.”
“That's just it,” Yamcha said quietly. “I love you too much.”
Bulma looked at him in confusion. “What do you mean?”
Yamcha walked back to the chair and sat down slowly. He sucked in a deep breath and looked her in the eye. “I haven't stayed away because I can't stand to see you in pain. Don't misunderstand, it does hurt me to see you suffer. But it hurts me more to see you so much in love with Vegeta.”
Yamcha paused to give Bulma a chance to respond. When he saw she wasn't going to, he continued. “I used to think that you'd grow out of it...that he'd finally cross the line and you'd kick him out. When he left you to train while you were pregnant with Trunks, I fantasized that you'd get tired of waiting for him and come back to me. After he fought Buu, when he was dead, I thought I had a chance to win you again, but he came back and you forgave him. I've waited all these years for him to finally screw up so bad that you couldn't forgive him. But now, here you are pregnant with another one of his children. And I finally see, after all this time that you will never stop loving him. I finally realize how much he loves you. I finally understand that I will never have another chance to make you love me. But even though I know and accept all of that, I can't seem to make myself stop loving you”
Yamcha buried his face in his hands and waited for her to respond. She was silent for so long that he thought she had nothing to say. He was just about to apologize and leave when he felt her hand gently touch his shoulder.
“Yamcha,” she said softly, “I'm so sorry. I didn't know you still felt that way about me.”
Yamcha lifted his head to look at her. “I will always feel that way about you.”
“No, Yamcha,” she said gently. “I know there is a perfect woman for you out there. Someday, she'll come along and sweep you right off your feet. She'll make what you feel for me seem like a tiny little case of puppy love. But you have to let go of me and start looking for her. You're right. I will never, ever stop loving Vegeta. I could never let another man touch me after him. But, I will always love you deeply and I'll always be here if you need me. I'm sorry if that's not enough for you...but it's all I can give.”
He reached out hesitantly and stroked her cheek. “I'm ready to take whatever you're willing to give,” he said quietly. “I couldn't stand it if we weren't friends anymore.”
“We will always be friends,” Bulma promised, “no matter what.”
Yamcha reached down to hug her just as Trunks burst into the room. “Hey,” he shouted, “you guys better knock that off before Dad sees you.”
Yamcha and Bulma both laughed. Yamcha reached out and ruffled the boy's hair. “What's up, little man?” he asked.
“My fist's going to be up your nose if you keep calling me little man,” Trunks warned. “Where've you been? I was beginning to think you forgot where we lived.”
“Not a chance,” Yamcha said with a grin. “I've just been real busy.”
“Well, stick around for a while,” Trunks said. “After I get done visiting with Mom, we can go outside and spar.”
“Do I really look that stupid?” Yamcha asked incredulously.
“As a matter of fact, you do,” said a deep voice from the doorway.
Yamcha rolled his eyes. “Don't worry, Vegeta. I was just leaving.”
“Good,” Vegeta said caustically.
“Oh, come on,” Trunks whined, “you just got here.”
“I'll come back later this week,” Yamcha promised. “If it's OK with your parents. I'll take you out to a ball game or something.”
“Can I?” Trunks looked at his parents with pleading eyes.
“It's fine with me,” Bulma said with a smile. “How about you, Vegeta?” Vegeta simply shrugged and glared at Yamcha.
“Cool,” Trunks gushed.
“OK then,” Yamcha said on his way out the door. “I'll call you tomorrow and we'll set up some plans.”
“Great. Hey, I'll walk you out to your car,” Trunks said, rushing out of the room.
“I'll see you soon,” Yamcha said to Bulma before following Trunks out into the hall and shutting the door behind him.
Vegeta crossed the room and sat down on the bed beside of Bulma. “I'll never know what you and the boy see in that loser,” he said roughly.
“Oh, he's a great guy,” Bulma said with exasperation. “You've never even bothered to give him a chance.”
“Why should I?” Vegeta asked with contempt. “You know he's still in love with you.”
“Yes,” Bulma sighed, “but he'll get over it eventually.”
“I've been waiting for him to get over it for years,” Vegeta growled.
“Well,” Bulma said flirtatiously, “I'm pretty hard to get over.”
Vegeta laughed out loud. “Well I guess I'm just lucky that I'll never need to try.”
“No you won't,” Bulma whispered, pulling his mouth down to hers for a slow, gentle kiss.
“The boy will be back soon,” Vegeta said, reluctantly pulling away. “Don't let him wear you out.”
“Oh, I won't,” Bulma promised. “I'll leave that for you to do tonight.”
“I can't wait,” Vegeta said lowly before leaving her to continue his training.
Vegeta sat in the chair beside the bed, silently studying the figure lying on top of the tangled sheets. It had been one hell of a long night. Bulma had woken up several times, in excruciating pain. She had tried to deny how much agony she was in, but he had completely lowered his mental wall so that he could feel her pain for himself. He didn't know how she could stand it.
She had also vomited several times. Vegeta had brought a trashcan in from the bathroom so that he could hold it for her when she needed it, but it had done little good. She had already vomited on herself, him, and the bed several times. Each time, he had gently cleaned her up and changed the sheets on the bed. He wondered how much more of this her tiny little body could take.
The pregnancy had been difficult from the start...much more difficult that when she had been carrying Trunks. The doctor had explained to Vegeta that Bulma's first pregnancy had weakened her body significantly. That's why this pregnancy was so much harder on her.
Vegeta stood up and walked over to the window. He sighed and ran and angry hand through his hair. Bulma was only six and a half months pregnant. The doctor had instructed Vegeta that they should try to wait at least another month before taking the child. Vegeta had reluctantly agreed, but at time, Bulma had not been nearly so sick. Vegeta wouldn't deny that he had formed a fairly strong attachment to his unborn child, but Bulma's safety was the absolute most important thing to him. He could not allow her to continue to suffer so much.
He thoughts were interrupted by a small moan from the bed. “I'm right here,” Vegeta said soothingly. He laid back down beside her and pulled her tightly against his body, stroking her back gently. “Shhh,” he whispered soothingly, “it's alright.”
Bulma moaned again and Vegeta decided right then and there that as soon as it was daylight, he was calling the doctor. He was going to end this pregnancy now...before it was to late.
Several hours later, Vegeta stood in the hall outside the bedroom, whispering with the doctor. Mrs. Briefs and Chi Chi were in the room with Bulma, giving her as much comfort as they could.
“I don't know, Vegeta,” the doctor said worriedly. “I just can't be sure the baby is developed enough to survive outside the womb.”
“There is no other alternative,” Vegeta said evenly. “I will not allow her suffering to continue.”
“I understand that,” the doctor said softly. “I just want you to understand that I can't guarantee that the baby will live.”
“I understand,” Vegeta said roughly. “You are to do everything in your power to save the child, but Bulma's safety is the priority. And I want to make myself perfectly clear,” Vegeta warned menacingly, “if you have to make a choice between the child or the woman...you are to save the woman.”
“Understood,” the doctor replied. “Someone needs to prepare the nursery for a sick child, just in case. I assume that the medical facilities her at Capsule Corp. include an incubator?”
“Talk to Bulma's mother,” Vegeta answered. “She will provide you with whatever you need.”
“Well, let's get started then,” the doctor sighed, walking back into the bedroom. Vegeta was about to follow him when he heard Trunks coming down the hall.
“What's going on Dad?” Trunks asked sleepily.
“You're mother is having the child this morning,” Vegeta replied.
Vegeta watched as the boy's eyes widened, first in excitement, then in worry. “Isn't t too early?”
Vegeta placed his hands on his son's shoulders. “Yes,” Vegeta said softly, “it is. Your mother can not continue to suffer. I have made the decision to have the doctor take the baby now. I will not lie to you. The baby may not survive. If you need to be angry with me...even to hate me for doing this, I understand.”
Trunks blinked away the tears that were welling up in his eyes. He knew that if his father saw them, he would inform him coldly that warrior don't cry. “Dad,” Trunks started carefully, “why would I be mad at you for trying to help Mom? I know you wouldn't do this if you didn't believe it was necessary to save her. I trust you.”
The corners of Vegeta's mouth curved up briefly in a proud smile. “You may want to consider going over to Goten's until this is over.”
“No,” Trunks said. “I know it's going to be ugly, but I want to stay...just in case Mom needs me.”
Vegeta was prouder of his son in that moment than he had ever been. He smiled approvingly and squeezed the boy's shoulders. “Go downstairs then. Your grandmother will need help gathering some things for the baby.”
“I'll get whatever she needs,” Trunks promised, brushing past his father and heading down the stairs. Vegeta watched his son until he was out of sight. He sighed heavily and opened the bedroom door. It was time to get started.
Hours later, Vegeta sat on the bed beside his sleeping wife looking at her with pure and unguarded awe. She had done wonderfully. It had been a nightmare in every sense of the word, but Bulma had refused to give up.
At first, she had screamed and begged him not to let the doctor take her baby. When Vegeta had refused her pleas, she had promised to kill him if the baby died. Vegeta couldn't help but grin at the memory. There was no doubt in his mind that if the doctor hadn't sedated her, she would have indeed crawled out of that bed and tried to kill him. The doctor had given her enough medication to dull her pain, but he allowed her o stay alert enough to participate in the baby's birth. Vegeta would never forget the moment that the child was born. The doctor had lifted the baby out of Bulma's womb and practically sobbed with relief. “It's a beautiful...and healthy baby girl,” the doctor had shouted with glee.
“What did you say?” Vegeta had demanded in shock.
“I said the baby is a healthy little girl,” the doctor replied.
Vegeta had stalked over to the doctor who was gently cleaning off the baby. He was stunned into silence when he saw that the doctor was right. The baby was, in fact, a very healthy...very loud baby girl.
“I tried to tell you...” Bulma moaned from the bed.
Vegeta ignored Bulma. The doctor finished wiping off the child and handed her to a weeping Bulma. Vegeta watched as his wife gave his daughter her first meal. When the child was finished eating, the doctor handed her to Mrs. Briefs. “We need to get you all cleaned up,” he said to Bulma. Vegeta watched as Mrs. Briefs carried the baby from the room. He stood in the middle of the floor and watched the doctor attend to Bulma.
“You'd think,” the doctor said with a smile, “I'd get used to this...but even after delivering four Saiyan children, I'm still amazed.”
“Well, don't worry,” Vegeta growled. “You won't be delivering any more babies for us.”
“I'm relieved to hear that,” the doctor said with a sigh. “I don't think her body could handle this again.”
“It won't have to,” Vegeta promised.
“Stop talking about me as if I'm not here,” Bulma snarled from the bed.
Vegeta had laughed in spite of himself. He walked over to the bed and bent to nip at Bulma's nose. “Hush, wildcat,” he instructed. Bulma had smiled weakly and let the doctor help her off the bed and into the bathroom. Chi Chi cleaned up the bed linens and then silently left the room, giving Vegeta a smug look on her way out. When Bulma emerged from the bathroom, she had been so exhausted that she had fallen into a deep sleep.
Vegeta's mind slowly returned to the present. Bulma had been sleeping for hours, and he was sure that he had dozed off a couple of times himself. He stood up slowly and stretched. He silently made his way across the room and opened the door. He walked across the hall and into the nursery. He was more than a little surprised to find Trunks sitting in the rocker, staring wonderingly at the crib.
“I know you wanted a little brother,” Vegeta said quietly. “I'm sorry.”
“Don't worry, Dad,” Trunks said with a smile. “Little sisters are cool too.”
“I can't believe it's a girl,” Vegeta said with a heavy sigh.
“You're OK with this, right Dad?” Trunks asked in a worried voice.
“I don't know anything about little girls,” Vegeta ground out.
“Well,” Trunks said carefully, “it seems to me like you didn't know anything about little boys before I came along...and you did just fine.”
Vegeta turned slowly to look at his son in the eyes. “I know that I haven't exactly been father of the year material,” Vegeta said reluctantly. “But, I hope you know how proud I am to be your father.”
Trunks stood up and touched Vegeta hesitantly on the shoulder. “Almost as proud as I am to be your son,” he breathed out quickly and hugged his father tightly.
Vegeta stood motionless for a moment before bringing his arms up to return the boy's hug. When Trunks finally let go, he walked over to the crib and started down in wonder at the sleeping baby.
“Well,” Trunks asked, “what do you think of her?”
“I think,” Vegeta replied, “that she's going to be nothing but trouble...just like her mother.”
Trunks laughed loudly. He could tell that the baby had already stolen his father's heart. The laughter woke the baby up, and she began yelling for all she was worth.
“Sorry, Dad,” Trunks said sheepishly.
“She needs to eat anyway,” Vegeta said lifting the baby out of the crib. “Go downstairs and see about getting your mother some food. She's going to be hungry after she feeds the little one.”
Vegeta carried the baby back to Bulma who sat up sleepily and held out her arms at the sound of her baby's cries. The baby sucked hungrily as Bulma struggled to wake up.
“I told you it was a girl,” Bulma yawned.
“Well,” Vegeta said, sitting down on the bed beside of her, “it appears that for once in your life, you were right.”
Bulma smiled. She had been very worried that Vegeta would be angry about the sex of their child, but he seemed to be accepting it gracefully.
“Isn't she beautiful, Vegeta?” Bulma asked quietly.
“Yes,” Vegeta said, just as quietly. “Almost as beautiful as her mother.”
Bulma couldn't stop the tears of joy that streamed down her face. “I want to name her Bra.”
Vegeta raised his eyebrows. “It's a strange name, but I like it.”
Bulma leaned back in the strong arms of her husband. When Trunks came into the room a little later with a tray full of food, he found all three of them asleep, wrapped in each other's arms. Trunks smiled to himself and sat the tray beside the bed. He leaned over and kissed his little sister on the forehead before leaving the room, shutting the door silently behind him.
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