Title: Fever

Author: Katigox

Date: 16. December. 2007

Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure that everyone gets it by now that everything is owned by Akira Toriyama right?

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Chapter. 4

It been a week since Vegeta had returned but Bulma had barely managed to spend five minutes with him. It seemed like he was always running around doing Kami knows what. But it wasn't like Bulma had the time to worry about it anyway since the doctors, not to mention ChiChi, kept close tabs on her. Her schedule was ridicilous -

Sleep till eight.

Eat breakfast.

Mediate for an hour.

Do pregnancy yoga for another hour.

Eat lunch.

Doctor appointments or tests or whatever else they (the doctor and ChiChi) could come up with -

Then eat dinner.

Read or watch a movie.

Then go to bed.

Even though she was supposed to be relaxing, Bulma felt more like she was trapped within some life size planner, and she herself was barely penciled in it. Yet when she thought she was at the brink, she heard a knock at her door.

She prayed it was Vegeta, taking time to actually say something more than "Hi. You're good? Alright, bye." But when she looked up she saw Goku smiling back at her instead.

Bulma grinned slowly,

"Hi Goku."

Goku took a step in and closed the door behind him,

"So how are you feeling?"

Bulma looked back down at the book in her lap and smiled,

"Ready for him to get out."

Goku walked closer and sat at the egde of the bed,

"This past week hasn't been so bad, has it?"

Bulma shot up,

"What? I'm a hostage in my house and I haven't heard from that brute in two days."

Goku frowned,

"Gees Bulma - he is trying."

Bulma's jaw dropped,

"Oh yeah? Right, that's why I haven't sen him, huh?"

Goku scratched the back of his head,

"Wait, Vegeta didn't tell you?"

Bulma cocked her head to the side,

"Tell me what?"

Goku laughed,

"Me and him have been talking all about Gohan."

Bulma's brow furrowed together, "Gohan?"

Goku stood up,

"He wants to know how to raise a half human/half Sayiin."

Bulma thought for a second and then her heart sank, she had been thinking this whole time that Vegeta had made empty promises to her about wanting to try - and here he was trying, "Goku can you send for him?"

Goku made his way back to the door, "Yeah he's downstairs making you some lunch."

Bulma's eyes widened, "What?"

Goku smiled, "Yeah ChiChi should him how to use the microwave - he wanted to suprise you."

Bulma couldn't help but almost giggle with delight. She had no idea he could be this sweet. He was really trying to take care of her and in turn also their son by talking to Goku about Gohan.

Their son.

Theirs.

Maybe this really would workout.

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Goku hopped downstairs and truned the corner into the kitchen. ChiChi was bending over the stove to check on the soup.

Vegeta sat in a chair at the breakfast table holding his head up with one hand against his temple.

"Nervous?," Goku quirped.

"Shut up."

ChiChi waved her hand at Goku, "Now leave Vegeta alone - this is a big day for him and for Bulma - don't make him chicken out."

Vegeta looked up and put his hand on the table, "I'm not chickening out woman . . . "

ChiChi looked at him and taking a moment to frown he continued, "Why would I chicken out?"

Goku pulled up a chair and sat down beside him, "Marriage is a big, big deal."

Vegeta eyed him curiously, "Figured that one out all by yourself Kakkarot?"

ChiChi couldn't help but laugh outloud and Goku leaned in to keep his voice down, "I'm just saying that marriage comes with a lot of responsibilities. You want to make sure you're okay with spending the rest of your life waking up to the same woman every morning."

Vegeta smirked, "You're not happy every morning?"

Goku smiled and put up a hand, closing his eyes to add to the effect, "Hey if you saw ChiChi's chacha's every morning you'd know that I get plenty of happiness in the morning - and sometimes through out the day, too."

Under any other circumstances, Vegeta would have warned a man but even he couldn't help but let the scenerio play out before him.

ChiChi threw the dish towel over her shoulder, stomped her way behind Goku, and raising her arm up high, slapped the back of Goku's head as hard she could.

"Ow!"

"Then don't talk about our sex life so openly!," ChiChi yelled.

Vegeta scooted his chair back and then stood up, "I'll leave you two alone."

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Bulma was scribbling in the baby book under, "How your Daddy and I met . . . " Well she was trying to but instead figured that maybe she could leave that one blank for right now and move on to the next subject.

She turned the page, and with pen in hand, read, "Why we decided to have a baby . . . "

This was going to be one barren book.

Just then she heard another knock and she quickly closed the book and told Vegeta to come in.

He opened the door and caught his breath, "Good morning."

Bulma smiled up at him, "Good morning to you, too."

Vegeta sat down on the bed and an awkward silence hovered in the air just above them. After serveral moments Vegeta turned to face her,

"So how are you?"

"Um fine."

Vegeta looked down at the floor nervously, "Oh that's good I guess."

Another moment past and Vegeta quickly got up, "Okay well bye then."

"Vegeta!"

Vegeta stopped but decided not to face her, "Uh yes?"

Bulma pulled the covers back and got up herself this time, "Vegeta c'mon - we haven't talked more than five minutes since you've been back."

Vegeta laughed, "You know I don't talk a lot . . ."

Bulma put hand on his shoulder and slowly moved it across the back of his neck, "I know."

Vegeta turned to her and grabbed her around the waist, pushing her tightly against him. He'd been wanting to hold her since he'd been back, and he didn't even understand why.

Bulma winced a little at the pressure against her stomach and Vegeta quickly let her go,

"I almost forgot . . . "

Bulma looked up at him and smiled, "It's okay - "

Vegeta spoke up quickly, "No it's not - I mean if we'd never done . . . that - then you could have gotten back with Yamchua by now and marry him instead."

Bulma laughed, "Wait a minute - you think I let you seduce me because I thought you were some kind of rebound?"

Vegeta folded his arms over his chest, "Well I do feel sorry for you - I mean you had no chance of resisting my charms."

"Oh please - you are so full of it! And by the way, even if we had never gotten together, I still would not be with Yamchua right now. I fell out of love with him a long time ago. And who the hell is getting married?"

Vegeta leaned forward a little, "We are."

Bulma gasped, "That's your marriage proposal?! Oh yeah Vegeta, how can I resist you? You know just how to sweep me off my feet."

Vegeta smirked, "Give it a rest woman, now yes or no?"

"You are the wost man ever!," Bulma yelled at him, "What the hell did I ever see in you?!"

Vegeta was getting angry by now, "Me?! I'm the one who lowered my standards for you woman - some peasant Earthli-"

He couldn't even finish the sentence when he felt Bulma's right hand slap across his left cheek. He barely even felt . . . it was the raw emotion that she put into it that hurt him more. He touched his cheek and tasted the little bit of blood flowing down the back of his throat, she was stronger than he gave her credit for. It wasn't until after the stinging faded away that he realised what he actually said to her. He opened his mouth to say something, anything to her when she turned and walked back to her bed.

"Bulma -"

Bulma's muscles tensed and he tried hard to keep his compusure, he didn't know why this was upsetting him so much. She was a woman, he was a man - they had sex . . . that's it.

Just one night.

One damn night.

And now everytime she got upset he got upset -

"I hate you Vegeta."

Vegeta's head shot up and before he could stop himself he bolted out words he never even thought of before,

"No please."

Bulma turned to look at him, rage filling her eyes, "I hope Trunks never learns the kind of man his father really is."

Vegeta was about to protest but then he thought to himself for a minute, "Wait a minute - you're naming our son Trunks?"

Bulma couldn't help but smile a little bit at that last comment, "You are something else you know that?"

Vegeta found himself almost smiling back at her when Bulma jerked forward a little bit. She opened her mouth as if she was about to scream, but nothing came out but a little yelp. She looked confused and Vegeta rushed over to her, holding her up,

"Bulma?!"

Bulma gripped her stomach and when they both looked down they horrifically watched as her pajama pants were getting wet with blood.

Bulma finally moaned in pain and Vegeta yelled for Goku and ChiChi to come quick.

Vegeta held her tighter.

- - - -

Vegeta flew as fast as he could, while Bulma gripped her hands around his neck tigthly. The cramps were coming on stronger now and she was beginning to feel tired -

"Bulma-"

She opened her eyes again and tried to raise her head to look at him,

"You might get your wish."

Vegeta kept his eyes forward, "This is not what I meant."

Bulma smiled to herself, "At least you can move on than."

Vegeta stepped on the platform on the roof of the hospital. He continued to carry her inside, beginning to hope that maybe they weren't too late,

"Bulma we're here."

But Bulma didn't move, she barely breathed.

- - - -

Bulma's eyes fluttered open and once she realised she was in the hospital she looked around to figure out what had happened. The last thing she remembered was fighting with Vegeta yet again about the stupidest things - what was it about this time though?

She reached to rub her ever swelling belly when she realised that she didn't have an ever swelling belly anymore. She looked arond the dimlit room looking for answers; but when she didn't see anybody she couldn't help but cry outloud. Did she loose Trunks? Their was so much blood . . .

Bulma put her hand against her mouth to contain the cry - the pain.

"Wom- . . . Bulma."

Bulma turned her head and saw Vegeta enter the room,

"Vegeta? . . . What happ- Where's Trunks?"

Vegeta closed the door behind him and made his way to Bulma. She watched him and realised that he was carrying something but it wasn't until he reached her that she could see that it was a baby - their baby.

This time she cried in happiness and reached out for him. Vegeta leaned over and gently put Trunks in her arms. She held Trunks tight and watched him sleep for a minute,

"Vegeta -"

Vegeta looked at her and smirked.

She smiled up at him, "Look what we made."

Even Vegeta couldn't resist her and leaned in to kiss her.

It was the first kiss they shared since he'd been back and it was worth the wait.

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2 weeks later . . .

Bulma closed the door behind her after making sure both baby monitors were on. Vegeta was leaning against the wall in the hallway,

"You spoil that kid by spending so much time with him. He's going to be a mama's boy."

Bulma put her hands on her hips, "Well if you have it your way you'd be sparing with him by the time he's six."

Vegeta smiled, "I was thinking more like at the age of two."

Bulma walked past him heading to her bedroom when she felt his arm wrap around her waist,

"Vegeta?"

"How are you feeling?," he breathed against her neck.

She gently reached up and began to kiss his shoulder, "The doctor says I'm healthy."

Vegeta scooped her up into his arms and carried her to her bed. He walked steadiely but quickly. Bulma smiled up at him and couldn't resist asking him what changed his mind about them. Vegeta stopped just short of the bed,

"What made you think I ever changed my mind in the first place?"

End of story?

Okay so I never quite reached that "M" rating and I am so sorry about that - I'll change the rating officially to like "K+" or something - I just thought it was too sweet and funny to really go to an "M" rating but I definitly want to write one! But if you guys want more I can add that to this or make it a seperate story. Let me know what you guys want!