Bulma's Dream: A Resolution

By Ice Queen

Author's note: This is NOT a lemon. If you are looking for one, I'm sure that there are planty out there, just not here.

Disclaimer: I don't own them, already, Sheesh. Don't sue me, Please?

It had been a month since that fateful night, and neither had mentioned it since. Bulma was confused. How could something like that have happened? And with VEGETA? What could she have been thinking? Although she had always secretly considered him attractive, she had considered several other guys attractive and hadn't ended up in bed with them. Maybe it had been the shock of losing Yamcha, or maybe it had been the sudden vision of being alone for the rest of her life that had led her to it. She didn't know, but she decided to chalk it up to temporary insanity.

She was in her bed, trying to avoid having to get up and face Vegeta's apathy towards her, when her stomach began to churn. She ran to the bathroom, losing what little her stomach contained. This had been happening for a few days now. At first she had thought that she had some sort of stomach flu, but since she felt fine the rest of the day, it was becoming obvious to her that this was the type of flu that tended to last nine months, and only got larger as time went by.

"That baka! I should have known that Vegeta was so inconsiderate as to land me in this predicament! How could he have done this to me? It would just figure, wouldn't it? The one time that I screw up and have a one-night stand, I end up pregnant. Darn all men! I should have known that they were good for one thing, and one thing only!" She started to sob. What would people say about her? She stopped crying at that thought, and her expression turned resolute. Who cared what people said? This was her child and she loved it already. Nothing would keep her from having this child, nor would this child lack for anything either physical or emotional.

Her mind made up she prepared to take on the world. If anyone said anything, By Kame, they would answer to her.

Vegeta glared impatiently at the direction that she was supposed to come from. Where ws that stupid woman? He had already been up and training for three hours and was starving. He was just about to go get her when she walked into the room. There was something different about her today. Bulma's chin was set aggressivly and the look in her eyes seemed to shout that she would willingly take on anyone stupid enough to try to cross her.

He started to smirk. He wasn't just anyone, he was the Prince of the Saijiyns, and no mere human was a match for him.

"Where have you been woman? Can't you see that the day is already half wasted? Where's my breakfast?" He demanded.

"I'm not your servant Vegeta. If you want something to eat you will have to find it for yourself. I am through with being your doormat." She told him.

Before she could even blink he was in front of her with a look of pure fury on his face. "How dare you talk to me like that? Do you not know who I am?"

"I know exactly who you are. You are Vegeta, the tail-less prince of a non-existant planet, and you are living in MY house, and eating MY food! Now either kill me or get out of my way, because, unlike some people, I can't just play in the gravity chamber all day. I have things to take care of." She walked around him, satisfied that she had made her point.

"Darn you woman! Get back here! You can't walk away when I'm talking to you!" Vegeta bellowed at her retreating back.

"Strange. I thought that I just did." Bulma said as she hopped into her capsule car and drove away.

She was speeding down the road at about fifty mph when Vegeta suddenly appeared in front of her car. From along the side of the road a woman screamed, thinking he was about to be ran over. A little girl's voice said "Mommy! look at that funny little man! Can I do that?"

Her mother absently replied "Not until you're. . .Oh My Kame!" She shouted as she realized what her daughter was talking about.

Vegeta placed both hands on the hood of the car, bracing his feet against the road. Two farrows about four feet long were left in the road before he finally stopped the car.

"Now look at what you've done, you stupid monkey! You've dented my hood!" She was seriously pissed. "Not only that but you're making a scene."

"Darn the car. I'll destroy it if I want to, it makes no difference to me." He went straight to the subject that mattered. "How dare you, woman? How dare you walk away from me without my permission?" He started to power up.

"How dare I? I'll tell you how I dare!" She was screaming at the top of her voice, no longer caring that they were drawing a crowd. "I dare because I'm PREGNANT! And it's all your fault, you arrogant baka!"

"What? It can't be! There's no way that you are pregnant." He had to be right-he was always right.

"There's every reason, you stupid monkey. In case you didn't notice, there were two of us there that night. Now get out of my way, I have some shopping to do." She revved the engine, making her impatience clear. He was so shell-shocked that he moved out of her way without a thought.

As Bulma drove away a slight smile played over her mouth. For once she had gotten the upper-hand over that arrogant jerk. She started to laugh, remembering the look on his face. Finally she would have the family that she had dreamed of. Who would have thought that a cold-hearted bastard like Vegeta would provide it, albeit unthinkingly?

Suddenly the future looked brighter. She started to think up names, completly forgetting about the mess that she had left behind. She smiled all the way to the mall.

Vegeta was left covered in dust from her speedy exit, and surrounded by gawking on-lookers. "What are you looking at? I ought to destoy you all." He smirked, feeling slightly better as they all suddenly found something better to do. "One would think that they had never seen an argument between a saijiyn prince and his mate." For that was exactly what she was-his mate, whether she knew it or not. He would be damned before he let her go back to that whining pansy Yamcha, or to be more precise, Yamcha would be-to hell.

Then it struck him. This child would be the next prince of the Saijiyns. Of course, he would have been killed in the old days, being a half-breed, and all. But, still, this was a continuation of his species. A slight smirk played on his mouth as he returned to his training grounds. No matter what was happening with that idiotic woman he was still intent on beating Kakkoratt.

In amongst the crowd that Vegeta left behind stood Krillin, who had been shocked speechless. 'Bulma is pregnant?' But what really shocked him was, 'By Vegeta?' He snapped out of it and headed straight for Master Roshi's. He couldn't wait to see the look on Yamcha's face.

By the time that krillin reached Master Roshi's he was starting to have second thoughts; perhaps because Vegeta could kill him with a flick of his wrist, or perhaps because Bulma could make his life so horrible that he wished that Vegeta had killed him.

"What's up, Bald Boy?" Yamcha caught Krillen unaware.

N-Nothing! I didn't see anything! I swear!"

"What? What are you talking about, Krillin?" By this time the rest of the group had gathered around.

"All Right! You don't have to beat it out of me! I saw Bulma yelling at Vegeta." Everyone sweat-dropped.

"So?" Oolong asked with a snicker. "What's so special about that? Bulma's always yelling at someone." The rest of the group laughed.

"She was yelling at him because she is PREGNANT!" Krillin screamed, fed up with the groups stupidity. Everyone else face-faulted.

"By whom?" Yamcha asked.

"That's it! You people are helpless. I'm going to go find more intelligent company. Maybe I should check the zoo." With that said, the thoroughly disgusted Krillin flew off, leaving a silent and utterly shocked group behind.* * *

I just LOVE shopping for babies!" Bulma enthused. She was standing in the middle of the largest baby store in all of Japan. "They have the CUTEST stuff! Oooh, I'll need one of these, and one of these, And no nursery is complete without one of those!" Bulma ws in baby heaven. She just loved shopping, and figured that there was no greater excuse than preparing for a new arrival.

When the cash register rang up to a number that would cause several small economies to collapse, she didn't even blink. What was the point of being the richest woman in the world if you couldn't spend a little pocket change? She handed over one of her beloved cards and waited impatiently for the reciept. She had to get home and started on the nursery. She refused to admit that if she stopped moving she might break down and cry. She also had to figure out a way to tell her parents; once she started to show, that is. 'Oh well,' She shrugged off the things that were starting to bring her down, and started loading everything into capsules. Her mother was going to be thrilled. She turned and headed home.

Vegeta imagined Goku's face on the wall then fired. The ki ball bounced off of the wall and headed back towards him. He stopped it with his hand and threw it back. He had been playin this game for the last hour. Each time that the ball came back he added a little more energy. It was quite dangerous around the third time back, and there were craters all over the room where the ball had failed to bounce back at. The gravity was set at 150 and Vegeta was just begining to sweat. Perhaps if he let the ball hit him he hight become strong enough to reach super Saijiyn after he recovered. As he was weighing the pros and cons of this theory, that very thing happened, but not on purpose.

"OOF!" He was thrown backwards. Even energy weighs more at 150 g. Just as he was about to get up, the gravity powered down and the door slid open. "Woman! How many times have I told you not to interrupt me when I'm training?" He growled, embarrased at having been caught knocked down on the ground.

She had just gotten home, and really didn't want to deal with this right now. "Well ex-cuse ME! Mister all high-and-mighy! For your information I just came to tell you that Goku was here and wanted to know if you wanted to spar." For the first time Vegeta noticed a confused looking Kakkoratt standing behind her. Bulma turned and walked away, grumbling about the uselessness of men in general, and stupid monkey princes in particular. She didn't even look at Goku as she passed by.

"Um. . . Thanks Bulma. I think." Goku's confused expression became even more prominent. He wondered if Vegeta and Bulma would ever get along, then he wondered about what would happen if Bulma were to try to kick Vegeta out. (Let's face it folks, Goku spends what little time he isn't fighting in oblivion, and I'm not talking about a town.)

"Hmmph. Kakkoratt." Came the prince's surly greeting.He turned from watching Bulma as she left, and looked at Goku. "What are you waiting for, baka? Let's get going. Kame knows that I'd even put up with a moron like you to get away from that harpy."

"Okay!" Goku was back to his ever-cheerful self. "How about where we had our first battle?"

"Lead the way." They flew off, neither seeming to give another thought to the situation with Bulma.

"Men! It's no wonder Kame made females, someone had to be intelligent on this planet." She was completely ignoring the fact that Kame was namekian, which only had one gender. Why, if it weren't for females I bet we would still be in the stone ages. I know for a fact that if there were no males there would be no wars, stupid testosterone." She stomped over to the phone and dialed up the Son house. As soon as she heard ChiChi's voice she started to bawl. ChiChi, always oneto take control, headed over without question.

Back at Master Roshi's the group had finally put everything together. "That lousy no-good monkey! How dare he get my girl pregnant? I'll send him to the next dimension!" Yamcha was pissed. So what if he had broken up with Bulma before it happened? He still considered her his property. Just because he didn't want her at the moment didn't mean that Vegeta could have her! What really pissed him off was that secretly he had known that this was inevitable, and that was why he had broken up with her in the first place. But he chose to ignore that fact, and wallowed in his image of being the wronged party.

His mind focused on what he believed to be the problem-Bulma. If she hadn't agreed with his dumping her they wouldn't be in this messed up situation. He flew over to C.C. determined to give her a piece of his mind.

Vegeta paused in mid-punch. His head jerked back and his eyes became unfocused. "What's the problem, Vegeta?" Goku asked.

"Yamcha. That Bakayaro is at Capsule Corp." He had been keeping tabs on Yamcha's Ki for some time now.

"He's probably just making up with Bulma. They do that a lot." Goku said knowledgably. He was impatient to get back to sparring, but for some reason Vegeta just skipped out. "Wonder what his problem is." Goku said to himself. "Oh well, guess I better follow him." And skipped out, too.

He walked in to find Yamcha holding Bulma lightly by the shoulders, as if trying to shake some sense into her.

"You no-good son of a-I warned you once. This time you have an all expense paid trip to hell, compliments of Air Vegeta." He started to power up.

"Stop it Vegeta!" Bulma screamed. "He wasn't doing anything!" There were tears falling down her face. She looked up at him with those large, pleading blue eyes. "He wasn't doing anything." she whispered, then proceeded to collapse in his arms.

He wrapped his arms around her, a strange look on his face. Swiftly his expression grew hard again. He looked over at Yamcha, a look of cold-blooded murder was in his eyes. "Leave." Was the only thing that he said. Yamcha was about to challenge him, but he knew that it would make no difference. Bulma was lost to him, and if he wasn't careful, so was his life. He left.

ChiChi came out of the kitchen, where she had been making herbal tea to calm Bulma down with. She was about to announce tea time, but stopped short when she saw Vegeta holding Bulma. Quietly she slipped past the couple, and headed for home.

Just as she closed the door she came face to chest with her husband. "Have you seen Vegeta?" He asked. "We were supposed to be sparring." She gently put her finger up to his mouth.

"Shhh. Vegeta's busy right now. But if you want to, you can spar with me." Casually she latched onto his arm.

"Okay. But if you get hurt it's not my fault." He warned.

"Oh, I'm sure we can think of a way to keep that from happening." ChiChi led her naive husband away, a secret smile on her mouth.

"Yes, ChiChi." Goku said obediently.

"Have I ever told you how nice a butt you have?" She asked.

"ChiChi!" He jumped as she grabbed the subject at hand.

"Oh Goku."

The End

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