Let\'s Have A Little Fun

A/N: Hey everyone, sorry these chapters are short. I’m writing between
chasing a 21 month old and an 11 year old. Whew! Anyways, hope this chapter
answers a few questions. Also, a word of warning, please remember this is
a fictional story which leaves the door open to a lot of possibilities.


Disclaimer: Never owned it, never will. DBZ that is!



Chapter 19: The Realization



Bulma lay curled up in a fetal position. The pain had subsided but her
body was racked with exhaustion. Tears flowed from her eyes. In a weeks time
she was to be joined forever with the one man she loved more than anyone
else on this world or any other. But, now there was this sudden change in
her. At first, she thought it was all still part of her body changing, molding
itself into this half-human, half-Saiyan hybrid. But now, now she questioned
if that was really the cause. She continued to lay there, trying to gather
her strength and her courage. She did not want to burden her prince with
such trivial matters. But she had to confide in someone. He was the only
one that might understand or even know what was going on.


Vegeta lay on the sofa, enjoying a well deserved rest. He had been dreaming
of the past, of his father. Truthfully, he did not have many memories of
the man. Having suffered so much at such a young age he had forgotten bits
and pieces of the past. He remembered a proud man. A man that fought with
all his being to stop the tyrant from taking his son, his heir. A fight that
would end his life. Now, something else was tugging at Vegeta’s mind. It
was like a silent cry for help, it awoke him, alarmed him. It was her. He
looked around but didn’t see her.

‘Was it just my imagination?,’ he thought.

Then he felt it, the pain was intense. It could only be one thing, it
was her. She was in pain and had called out to him subconsciously.

He erupted from the house, calming himself to try to sense her ki signature.
Strangely, it was as strong as ever and not far away.

‘I’ll be there soon, don’t worry,’ he tried to tell her through what was turning into some kind of subconscious connection.


Bulma calmed, it was like someone had told her exactly what she needed
to hear. Before she knew it, he was there, crouched down beside her.

He looked at her. ‘She looks so tired and weak. But how could her ki still be so strong,’ he questioned silently.

He sat down and placed her head in his lap. Taking his right hand he moved
a few loose strands of hair that had strayed across her face.

“Vegeta, I’m scared. I don’t know what is wrong with me. Do you know what
I just did at my parent’s house? I just ate three entire beef roasts, RAW!
Then had the urge to clean my hands and arms by licking the blood and pieces
of meat from them. I’m turning into some kind of monster.”

“No woman, you are not turning into a monster. There has to be a logical explanation for all of this.”

“But what in Kami’s name could it be?”

He sat there, letting her talk. She needed him to listen. As she talked
he petted her. He ran his hand along her length starting at her shoulder
and ending at her thigh. This seemed to calm her even more. Finally giving
in to her exhaustion she fell asleep. Gently, he picked her up and took her
home.

He laid her in their bed. Before covering her, he removed her shoes and
clothing, leaving her in only her underwear to sleep in. Before placing the
covers around her shoulders, he placed a gentle, caring hand upon her abdomen.
He was a little taken aback by what he realized.

‘Yes, that is why her ki had felt strong.’

A new life was now growing inside Bulma. The pains and cravings came from
her body adjusting to this new little being. Since the child is mostly Saiyan,
it grew tremendously faster than a normal Earth pregnancy. A couple of weeks
for a human could mean a month or longer for a Saiyan child. But, still it
should not have been this traumatic for her. Her strength had increased ten-fold
as of recent.

He continued resting his hand upon her, marveling in the thought that
he would be a father. A sudden expression now graced his features. It was
not one that could be described in any other way except for joy.




His plan had worked but to what extent. Then he got the surprise of his
life. Instead of one distinct ki, there were two. One male, the other female.

The man that thought there could be no hope for him to lead a life such
as the one he led now, was about to be even more blessed, if that word was
synonymous with Vegeta.





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The Plan
Vegeta knew Bulma would want children. And that was not a problem.
Saiyans were very fertile creatures, both male and female. However, here-in
lies the problem. The one thing he knew without a doubt was that she would
love a baby girl. But, members of the Royal family could only bear male heirs.
This had been engineered into their mak makeup. Therefore, only true blood
male members of the Vegeta family would hold the throne.

He was the only surviving member that knew of this. Because Kakarott was
raised on the Earth, he would never suspect the possibility. There would
be no doubt that the child was naturally Vegeta’s.

Even though considered a mortal enemy, he had vowed to give this woman,
his woman, the one thing that would make her happy. The one thing that he
himself was not physically capable of giving. Yes, the child would be one
of Kakarott’s, but it would be a Saiyan, thus expanding the race and enlarging
the empire once again. He yearned to hold the position that he had been robbed
of at such a young age, King. Yes, he would find it within himself to accept
the child as his own. After all, it would be a part of her.


The prince was no infidel. He knew there was a 50/50 chance of it being
a girl. If this chance failed, there would not be another. He was not sure
he would be able to handle such an intimate affair, seeing her engaged in
what should be only between himself and the woman. It would entirely depend
upon her. If she let on any sign of displeasure, he would just beat the shit
out of Kott.ott. Something he really wouldn’t mind doing anyway.


Back to the present
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He never expected the possibility of there being two. As he continued
searching each ki signature, he finally felt the difference he had been looking
for. There was a likeness to both he and Kakarott, confirming the unusual
union had been a success.

Now, he would have to tell her of her *condition*. Right now she needed
her rest. He pulled the covers up around her neck, then leaned over and placed
a small kiss atop her forehead. Later, when she awoke they would have to
talk.

He failed to realized that the silent connection that he had felt or heard
so many times could work both ways. As he recalled his plan from the beginning,
a sleeping form next to him began to dream.


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When Bulma woke up, she found Vegeta sitting next to her on the bed. She
turned to face him. ‘He must be concerned for me, why else would he have
stayed here?,’ she thought to herself.

He looked at her, glad to she was awake. Undoubtedly, she would be hungry.

“How long was I asleep for?,” she questioned.

“Only a couple of hours. Are you hungry?”

Bulma nodded her head and answered, “Starving!”

“Let’s get you up and to the kitchen. I will prepare you something to eat.”

Bulma looked at him in shock.

‘Now I know something is wrong. Since when would he ever cook for me?’

“Um, Vegeta. Do you know what is wrong with me? Are you not telling me something?,” she had to ask.

“First you eat and regain your strength. Then we will talk.”

‘Damn him! What kind of answer is that. I can talk and eat at the same time.’

She sat at the kitchen table and watched as he pulled meats and vegetables
from the fridge. He poured her a large glass of milk, then set everything
on the table for her.

“Eat, woman.”

“Damn it, Vegeta. Can’t you call me by my name instead of WOMAN?”

Vegeta growled at her. She was definitely with child for she was being
overly testy. After hearing him actually growl at her, Bulma decided maybe
it would be best to eat first then talk as he had suggested earlier. Once
she finished, he set the dishes in the sink and then took her hand and led
her to the living room. He motioned for her to sit, which she did, then he
sat beside her.

If she hadn’t been worried or concerned before, she definitely was now after his overly polite behavior.

“Okay, Vegeta, spill it. I know you know something, so spit it out.”

“First let’s go over your symptoms. Your overly exhausted.”

“Yes.”

“Your appetite has increased and you are craving strange things.”

“Uh, huh.”

As he went over the list, a switch clicked in Bulma’s head. She clasped
her hand over her mouth. She looked at him, dead straight in the eyes.

“Oh, Kami. I’m, I’m, I’m……….”

Vegeta did not know how else to say it, except to just as she had said, spit it out.

“Woman, Bulma, you are with child.”

Her eyes began to tear up. He was not sure if this was a good sign or bad.

“My dream, I thought it was just a dream,” she said.

“What are you talking about? You’re not making any sense.”

“Vegeta, I dreamed that I heard you talking about me having children.
I can‘t remember it all, but I definitely remember something about only being
able to have boys. And Goku not suspecting…..Oh, Kami, that night. I‘m so
sorry, Vegeta. What have I done?”

The normally over intelligent woman was not deducing the situation, for
she had not realized that what happened that night was not only her doing,
but his as well.

A lump was building in the prince’s throat. He had failed to remember
that if he could hear her subconscious thoughts, that it was possible she
could hear his. Now what would he do.

“There is more,” he said.

“What? How can there possibly be more?”

“Normally, your body would not react this strongly. Yes, you would have these symptoms but not as intense.”

Bulma looked at him with daggers in her eyes, “Will you please just get it over with.”

“You are carrying two children, a boy and a girl.”

Now he would know. Would she realize through their silent connection what had been done and if so could she forgive him.

She sat quietly. Her mind raced at what he had just said. She beg beginning
to piece the puzzle together. Then her mind would spin in a different direction.


“A girl? And a boy?”

“Yes.”

She looked at him, starring deeply into his ebony eyes. Her answers had
to be there, somewhere. He knew she was searching for something, some kind
of acknowledgement on his part.

He reached his hand out and cupped her chin. He looked at her with the
utmost seriousness. Everything had to be swirling through her mind. The wedding,
the Saiyan ceremony, children, not one but two. She needed to know he was
there for her, with her forever.

“Bulma, do you know what happened that night? Do you understand why?”

He tried opening up his thoughts to her. Hopefully, she would see clearly and understand.

Tears now poured from her eyes. “You did that for me? Vegeta, I could
never have asked you for something like that. What about Goku? Won’t he know?
I mean what if she resembles him so much that it is unmistakably obvious?”

“Was I wrong? You do not want a girl?,” Vegeta was now feeling the stress from all of this.

“Of course I would want a girl, or a boy. As long as I’m with you that
is all that matters. We will deal with everything else as it comes up.”

He breathed a sigh of relief. He did not expect it to be this difficult.

“Woman, as far as I’m concerned, you carry our children. Do you understand?”

Bulma could only nod in acknowledgement.

“What are we going to do about the wedding and ceremony? I mean, we can
still go through with the wedding, but I’m not going to endanger our children,”
she said.

“We will see. As you said, we will deal with things as they present themselves.”

He let go of her chin. She laid back against the sofa looking at her belly.

“Boy, it’s a good thing I’m only a few weeks along. Otherwise, I might
not be able to get in my wedding dress. Vegeta! Vegeta did you hear me?”

Vegeta was a little surprised that she was not aware of the difference in term lengths.

“Has Kakarott’s mate never discussed how it was when she was with child?”

“No, why?”

“How long is a normal human pregnancy?,”askeasked.

“Usually about nine months, but with twins it could be faster.”

A look of concern washed over his face.

“What is it, Vegeta?”

“A normal Saiyan pregnancy is around 7 Earth months. But, as you say, twins may be less time than that.”

“Don’t worry Vegeta. I will see Dr. Miller ASAP. He can be trusted with our certain Saiyan condition.”

Bulma didn’t care that she was pregnant. She loved children. But, the
thought of her not being able to fit in her brand new wedding dress was really
pissing her off.

“If these babies are growing that fast…….That settles it. We’re moving
the wedding up to tomorrow evening. I’ll have mom call everyone and let them
know the change in plans.”

“Tomorrow? Evening?,” he questioned with a raised brow. Her moods were really fluctuating now.

“Yes, have a problem with it?”

Vegeta shook his head. The next several months were going to be very long with her in these constant mood swings.

“Good, I didn’t think so.”

Bulma stood, now she felt like she could conquer the world. I’m going
to the main house to talk to mom and dad. I know they were worried when I
left hastily this afternoon.

This was actually music to his ears. Finally he would be able to resume
his training. But first he would have to make her ustanstand one thing.

“Woman, do not forget that your energy will be depleted extremfastfast.
You must eat something every hour or you will collapse again. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand. Now can I go?”

He waved his hand, gesturing for her to leave.


Once she was outside, she stopped and breathed in a deep, relaxing breath.

‘Pregnant,’ she thought. She placed her hand upon her belly, it was already
feeling tight. She had a feeling that carrying two Saiyan children was not
going to be easy, especially considering their fathers were constantly at
each other. It was then that a question crossed her mind concerning the
babies that she carried.

‘I was with both of them that night. If it is identical twins, that would
mean only one of them would be the father. But, if there were two eggs&#;…’
she paused at her thoughts and returned inside once more.

Vegeta had just stood to go out to the GR. He heard the woman entering
the code to the door so he stopped to see what she wanted now.

She had to know. She felt as though she knew that Vegeta would be the
boy’s father and Goku the girls but could he tell for sure?

“Vegeta, do you know for certain that you and Goku are both father’s to these children?”

“Yes, I felt their ki signatures and it is very distinct, both mine and his are there.”

Bulma let a sigh of relief escape her lips before turning to exit the house once more.

̵mph,mph, females are so bizarre,’ he thought. He wasted no time getting
to the GR fearing she would find another question to ask him.

As Bulma made her way to the main house, she went over a thousand things that would have to be done to change the wedding.

“To hell with it. If I have to, I’ll just have the dress altered. I’m
not going to make all those people change their plans at the last minute.
But, I still need to tell mom and dad what’s going on. I don’t want them
worrying themselves about me.”

As Vegeta trained, thoughts of the babies she was carrying would enter
his mind. Was he really ready to be a father? Or could he be a good father,
one the children would look up to? And what about the girl? Would he be able
to love her as much as his own? So many questions plagued his thoughts.

A/N: Well that’s it for this chapter. Thank goodness for fiction. Don’t
think everyt is is going to be cupcakes and roses. Doesn’t Goku have the
ability to sense Ki also? Hope everyone enjoyed. Please review. I’m going
to take a little time on the next one, but I will have it up before too long.
TTFN!