Extra 1: We await a piece of clothing
Beta: couldn't find one
A/N: English is not my first language and since I couldn't find a BETA there are sure to be lots of mistakes. Try to bear with them please. Sorry in advance. On we go…
DISCLAIMER: NOT. MINE.
She felt her heart was going to explode.
She was pregnant. The doctor in front of her was still saying something or other and smiling. She got up and stormed out of the doctor's office.
She burst through the front door in hysterics. She ran into her mother on the living-room.
Bulma just stared at her mother before taking her arm and pulling her upstairs to her room. After sitting herself on the bed still holding onto her mother's arm, Bulma blurted.
Mrs Briefs gasped as she knelt on the floor in front of her daughter. With a smile on her face the blond hugged the blue haired woman.
"Do you know who the father is, mom?"
Again a smile as she sat next to her daughter.
"Does he know?"
"Of course not. I don't know how to tell him. I think he's going to kill me."
Bulma's mother laughed at her daughter's antics.
"Oh come on, honey. You should be celebrating. It's so wonderful to have someone grow inside of you."
"Mother. You don't know Vegeta like I do."
"I will be fine. I'm here and so is your father."
And then, for the first time, she cried. She was doomed.
She waited for him to finish his training in the GR all the while thinking how to start the conversation. How would he react? Would he kill her? She didn't think so. Would he ask her to get rid of the baby? If he did he had another thing coming. Would he leave? She hoped he didn't. She wanted him to help her with a few things regarding their child. The child would have Vegeta's blood after all, she...
Her thoughts we're interrupted by the slam of the kitchen door.
She turned to him nervously, biting her lip.
Vegeta passed through her without uttering a word and opened the fridge.
"I need to talk to you."
Bulma got up from the chair she was occupying and moved to stand beside him. Vegeta glanced at her and closed the fridge.
"I'd tell you to sit down but I know you won't. Please don't kill me."
At this Vegeta raised a brow and leaned onto a counter.
"Hurry up. I have better things to do."
"Oh, then I'll tell you tomorrow! See ya."
Bulma turned to leave as fast as she could.
"Tell me. Now. The less I have to speak to you the better."
The blue-haired woman stopped dead in her tracks. How could she ask him to take any part in their baby's life if he didn't want to be anywhere near her? The bastard! She would ask Goku for help in training the new half-Saiyan. She'd make him see she didn't need him for anything. But she wanted Vegeta to train their child! Fury started to well up in her.
Bulma turned to him only to find him calmly staring at her.
"What? I think I heard wrong. Repeat it."
Bulma felt a smile reach her lips. Oh this was going to be awesome. The look on his face.
"I'm pregnant. I'm carrying your baby. In nine months you're going to be a father. Need I say more?"
His face changed from calm to panicked in less than a second.
She laughed. It was nice to know he was as scared of the idea as much as she was.
"No. I'm telling you the truth. I already went to a doctor."
"You can get rid of it. Can't you?"
"I can but I won't."
His face showed anger before he controlled his emotions and put on his usual blank frown.
"Seems to me that you already decided everything there was to decide, it's your kid. I will have no part in that child's upbringing."
At this Bulma faltered. No. She wanted him to train their child.
"No. I need to ask you a favour. Please. At least hear me out. You are my first choice..."
...and the best one in her opinion.
"So you used me to get pregnant?!"
Vegeta grabbed her arm forcibly and pulled her to him in his anger.
"What? No! Are you crazy? What I meant for first choice was that I want you to train our child! Let me go. You're hurting me!"
Vegeta seemed to calm down after her words were processed by his brain and released her arm.
"You expect me to train a half-breed? To teach my techniques, that took me years to perfect, to it?"
"It's not a it! It's a he or a she. It's ours."
"It's a he. Ask someone else to train him."
If she wanted him to train their kid she had to stroke his ego. The kid was already giving her trouble.
"I want you. None of them reach your level. I would ask Goku but he lacks what you don't. You're determined. You use your head. God knows Goku doesn't. Please. Train our child."
"Come to my room."
He stared at her, waiting for her answer. Bulma started to fidget.
"I will not talk about this here, where anyone can listen."
Bulma nodded and headed upstairs to his room with a silent Vegeta following close ahead.
The door closed behind her and she took a sit in a chair. The same chair she had sat in when she cried over Yamcha.
"Training a Saiyan is not going to take two months. I would have to stay here. Neither of us wants that."
"You don't? You're gonna leave?"
"Of course. There is nothing for me here. I grow tired of this place every single day."
"Oh… I thought you were staying. Never mind then. I'll ask Goku. But… When are you leaving?"
"After I kill the androids. How long do you want me to stay?"
"Forever would be good. According to you that's not happening. How long does it take to train a Saiyan?"
Vegeta moved from the door and sat on the bed in front of her. She could see from his expression that he was thinking. She could also see that he was not enjoying the conclusions he was reaching. A frown marred his face.
"Damn. Ask someone else. You're asking for at least fifteen years of my life for a half-breed."
"That half-breed is your son or daughter! I know that it's a lot to ask but… Please. I don't care what you want. I'll give you anything. He's going to be born in nine months. Then it's about a year before the androids come. If you don't die at least try to teach him the basics. I can't ask for fifteen years but I can ask for whatever it takes to teach him the basics."
"Woman, those fifteen years are for the basics. I can teach him something harder through those years but Saiyans have to train the hardest those first years. You won't be able to handle the boy during puberty either. Don't even get me started on the tail. How could I train him here?"
Bulma finally seemed to understand the difficulty of training their child. But she wanted him to do it. She wanted their child to know he had a father, even if he died by the hands of the androids, she could lie to him and say that his father stayed because he loved him...
"How do you know it's a son?"
"Because it's my first."
She had to laugh at his enormous ego but this was a very serious matter he didn't seem to be afraid but she was. The boy from the future had said that all of them died...
"I see. Even if you do stay, he will only be months old, one year max, before the androids come. What can he learn at that age? He won't even speak. If you die how the hell am I supposed to train him? If they manage to kill you it's safe to assume that almost all of the others will be dead as well... Is any Saiyan going to survive? Am I? Is he even going to celebrate his second birthday?"
By now Vegeta was positive she was just thinking aloud but he did have to agree that if he died most of the others, if not all, would be dead as well.
"I didn't even think this through. Forget I asked."
Then she got up from the chair and left. He was still standing near the window facing the chair she had been occupying just a second ago.
"Mom I'm going to the doctor."
The blue haired woman said wobbling down the stairs.
"I'll go with you."
"There's no need."
"But you're so far along already, it's not safe."
She sighed. Her mom had been trying to go to her pre-natal exams since day one. She had let her for a few months until she started saying that she shouldn't move, that she might get hurt. It was true that her eight month belly seemed more like a one year old was inside her but she felt awesome. She had no pain whatsoever. Even though her stomach was heavy as hell and her breasts looked like watermelons. Her feet did bloat a little but nothing that a few hours reading on her comfy bed, with a couple of pillows under her feet, couldn't fix.
"Mom. I'll be fine."
Her mother did pout but she did not insist.
She returned home a couple of hours later. Even the doctor was amazed by her size and the lack of complications that said size should bring. Her mother was nowhere to be seen and the house seemed empty. She called her father and when his secretary picked up she informed her that Mrs. Briefs had took her husband to dinner on a nice new restaurant. Bulma smiled at her mother's way of making her father relax. Being a workaholic was never good and her mother always abducted her father at least four times a week.
Bulma took her book from her purse and sat in the living room's chaise long. She was halfway through chapter twenty-four when her son Trunks decided he wanted to kick her a little. These where the highlights of her days as pregnant woman. Trunks delivered some amazing kicks, she could sometimes see the shape of his little foot in her own skin. She threw the book away and raised her dress to see her stomach move. She kept trying to touch where his feet pushed against her but he seemed to be doing tap dancing and she only touched it for a millisecond before he withdrew it again. She heard the front door open and she turned her head to see who it was. Vegeta walked in, fresh from his training.
"Vegeta, come here." Said Bulma with a stupid grin on her face.
As he moved to her side his face changed from normal-blank-frown to what-the-hell-are-you-doing-frown.
"Lower your dress, woman."
"What? Oh... No. I want to see him pushing against me. You've never seen it have you?"
What the hell was she beaming for?
"Look! Here it is! He's kicking really fast now. That's your dad, Trunks. A little slower, honey. I want to have a stomach after you get out of there."
She looked so damn happy it was making him sick. It was just an infant.
"Here. Give me your hand."
And she reached his hand and put it on her stomach. He didn't offer any resistance.
Trunks kicked where Vegeta's hand was and he withdrew his hand away and sat on the couch on the other side of the living room.
"Not fair, Trunks! I want you to kick my hand. How is the GR holding up?"
Vegeta leaned against the couch and sighed. He was tired of her pregnancy. She was always smiling and happy and that was getting on his nerves.
"How many bots did you crush this week?"
Vegeta didn't even bother to answer. Hadn't he said that he did not want her friendship?
Vegeta got up and left a sad Bulma behind but when Trunks kicked again she almost forgot he was ever there and started smiling again.
"Mom! That doctor better be here in five seconds!"
She was in labour and it hurt like a bitch!
"Honey I just called him. Be patient."
"But it hurts! Wait... Now it doesn't. Wow. I can finally rest for a few minutes."
She would be normal for a few minutes before another contraction hit and her mother had to move away or die a horrible death by her hands.
Her father was outside somewhere warning Vegeta of his son's eminent birth.
Having the birth at home was much easier. Getting a doctor and a nurse in her bedroom was much easier than moving to the hospital and trying to explain why her son had a tail to half the staff. She paid handsomely and they delivered her baby. Easy.
The doctor took a while to get there but he finally arrived. The usual quotes were made as her son tried to get out of her.
"I'll never have sex again!"
"I'll die before I get pregnant again!"
"If another man tries to touch me I'll punch him to death!"
The doctor seemed like he had heard them all before so Bulma's mother didn't even bother apologising. She did apologise when her daughter started cursing like a sailor.
Mr. Briefs was sitting outside her bedroom door laughing silently at the things his daughter said. Every few minutes he would glance at Vegeta who was standing against the wall in front of him. Vegeta had silently followed him to his daughter's room. Bulma had asked him to warn Vegeta when the time came, she also said that he would refuse. She was wrong. He was there hearing her screams and curses. But he was reacting like this was just another day. He wondered what her daughter saw in this man. He was cold. But he had always trusted his daughter's choices. She had a nose for such things. Even if it did not seem like the best choice, sooner or later it would always become one. He had been against her choices sometimes in the past and he always regretted it later. Businesswise or not.
A couple of hours later they finally heard a cry.
"Congratulations Miss Briefs. It's a healthy baby boy. With quite the lungs I might add."
That made Mrs. Briefs laugh but Bulma could only conjure a smile.
The nurse and the doctor started cleaning, weighting and measuring Trunks. He was 4,9 Kg (10.8 lbs) and had 55 cm (21.7 in). His tail was 20 cm (7.9 in) long.
The nurse handed Trunks to Bulma and after checking her as well left her and her family. Everything was fine, perfect.
"I did it, mom. He's gorgeous."
"He sure is. Look at his hair. So cute."
They both smiled. Bulma asked her mother to tell her father to come in. But her father did not enter her room alone. Vegeta was right behind him. As soon as Vegeta approached her bed and sat on a chair a couple of meters away Trunks seemed to calm down and started staring at her. His tail erupted from his blanket and started moving every other way. It seemed he could not control it.
"Look at the tail! Amazing! I'm going to get the camera."
As her mother ran out of the room Bulma peeked at Vegeta only to find him staring at his son's tail.
"Bulma, Vegeta, congratulations."
Her father bent down and kissed her forehead.
"Thanks, daddy. Can you please keep mom away for a bit? I just..."
Mr. Briefs looked at Vegeta and at his daughter.
"Okay. I'll try to keep her away. Get some rest honey."
A slam was heard seconds later.
"Will you remove the tail?"
Bulma touched her son's tail and stroked it. Trunks seemed to turn to mush.
"I thought I could let him keep it. If he wants to remove it someday then it's up to him. I'm not going to cut part of him off. You said it was like a limb so..."
Vegeta said nothing as he continued staring at Trunk's tail. The only thing that made him stop was his son's cry and Bulma moving to breastfeed him. Trunks fell silent immediately.
"Like father like son."
Vegeta looked at her suspiciously.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
And when Bulma decided to finally glance at Vegeta she could read what he was thinking.
"Not that, you pervert! Food! I'm talking about food!"
She had the grace to blush.
"What if he turns into Oozaru?"
"I think I can make him avoid seeing a full moon when he is this young. If I don't he'll probably kill me and my parents."
"Then cut it."
"You want me to cut it?!"
"It's not up to me."
"Of course it's up to you. It's up to us! You're the father and a Saiyan. I think it's a decision you have to make and I have little say in it. I don't know what it feels like to have a tail let alone lose it."
Vegeta seemed surprised by her words.
"The boy is strong."
"He is?! I mean, was there any doubt he would be? He's our son."
He had to grin at that. Bulma sure had an ego that matched his own.
"Wait until he grows up. You're gonna have flocks of women around you!"
Vegeta got up as Bulma laughed at her own jokes.
"Why is his hair purple? Saiyans are supposed to have black hair."
"He's half-Saiyan. The hair is from my part of the family. And hopefully the eye colour will be as well. The shape of the eyes is all yours though and the face seems to be too. I think I already saw a frown."
"Are you blind? His eyes are already blue."
"Are you colour-blind? His eyes are grey. The colour they will eventually have will take a while to settle. Please don't have black eyes. You'll look like a demon and you'll be a chick magnet. Girls love the bad boy type. I'm gonna have to buy a baseball bat aren't I?"
Bulma held her son up and patted his back until she heard a burp.
"Want to hold him?"
"At least touch him. He doesn't bite. He doesn't even have teeth!"
Vegeta frowned at her but reached his hand for Trunks nonetheless. Bulma was not surprised when he reached for the tail. But she was surprised when said tail wrapped around a couple of his fingers.
"This is the best thing I have ever done that did not involve my brain."
"You never use your brain, woman."
"No matter how much you try you can't make me mad. I'm too damn happy. I remember when I found out I was pregnant I almost died of a heart attack. I thought you were going to kill me or at least hurt me. I was so relieved when you just... Spoke."
Vegeta continued to touch his son's tail.
Vegeta turned his head abruptly to Bulma to see if she was joking. She was still looking at Trunks lovingly.
"It's a family tradition."
"I will train the boy. He has to strong a power level for me to just leave him to Kakarot. He will screw him up."
"Really?! Thank you!"
Bulma's eyes start to tear up as her son looks at his father.
"He's looking at you. That's daddy, Trunks."
"I agreed to train him. Nothing more."
He regretted those words as soon as they left his mouth. Her face. Unbearable.
"Oh... Okay. I will tell him you are his father if he asks me. I will not hide that from him."
"I do not want you to hide that from him. I just don't want him to treat me as his father. I'll be his teacher and nothing more."
"I'm sure he will call you father no matter what you say to him."
"He can call me whatever he wants."
"Oh? What if I tell him to call you Princess?"
A malicious smile reached Bulma's mouth.
"You wouldn't dare woman! I'd give him the beating of his life during training."
"I'd like to see you try! I'd bite both of your ears of!"
Trunks started to cry once more. It seemed that screaming was not his favourite thing in the world. What a surprise.
"He raised his ki."
Trunks calmed down once the screaming was over.
"Vegeta, hold him just so I can lie down. Please. I need to sleep and I'm betting that so does he."
"I will do no such thing. I'll call your mother."
Vegeta left the room and Trunks started to get restless once again.
It seemed Trunks didn't like to see his mother sad either.