Chapter 1

“Ahhhhhhh!” Bulma shrieked as she changed her clothes in her bathroom. For the second week, she noticed her blood stains on her underwear were missing, and this never happened before. She panicked. “Could it be?” She turned to Vegeta, who was sleeping peacefully on her bed. “Could it be that I’m pregnant?” I wonder how this would affect Vegeta? I better not tell him now,” she thought, she was finished changing her clothes and walked out of the bathroom. “Vegeta, wake up!” she said as she sat beside him on the bed. Only a groan escaped from Vegeta’s lips and turned around, his back facing Bulma. “Ohhh!” she groaned and kissed him on the cheek, he finally woke up.

“Are you happy now that you woke me up?” Vegeta grumbled, sitting up.

“Don’t be such a grump. Anyway, aren’t you suppose to train today? Besides, my parents would
kill us if they found out about this,” Bulma said, getting up from the bed.

“You’re right,” Vegeta smirked as he got up from the bed.

“Now, change from your boxers,” Bulma told him as she was about to leave the room. “I’ll start
cooking breakfast.”

“You don’t need to point that out. I’m not a kid you know,” he replied grumpily.

***

Bulma hummed in the kitchen as she was cooking hot-dogs for breakfast.

“Ding!” the rice cooker rang.

“All right, the rice is ready and so are the hot-dogs,” she said to herself.

“Who are you talking to?” Vegeta teased, as he entered the kitchen, dressed in his fighting outfit
with his armour.

“Go get some plates from the cupboard,” Bulma requested, turning off the stove and putted the
hot-dogs and the rice on the table. Vegeta turned to the cupboards and grabbed some plates.
“Oh, can you get some glasses and some forks and spoons too?” Bulma asked, taking a jar of
orange juice from the fridge.

“What do you think am I, your slave?” Vegeta growled, but he obeyed her and putted them on the
table.

“Thank you Vegeta,” Bulma said happily and arranged the plates on the table. “Now we’re ready
to eat.” Both sat down, across from each other. “Vegeta, I’m going to a doctor today. Just in
case I don’t come back for lunch, there’s plenty of leftovers in the fridge.”

“What are you seeing the doctor for?”

“It’s time for my monthly check-up,” she replied.

“Didn’t you have your monthly check-up last week?” Vegeta frowned.

“I can’t believe he remembers little things like these,” Bulma thought and looked at Vegeta’s
frowning face, expecting an answer.

“Are you making these things up to see another man?” Vegeta asked.

“Don’t be paranoid! I’m just going to have a check-up on my, uh, pancreas, yeah,” Bulma spat.

“Well, go if you need to,” he gave up.

“Way to go! It’s a good thing he doesn’t know this Science stuff,” Bulma told herself. “I’ll see
you this afternoon,” she said, getting up, finished with her breakfast. She putted her plate on the
sink with her glass, fork, and spoon. “Don’t train too hard, okay?” She kissed Vegeta on the
cheek and headed to her room.

***

“You were right, Bulma,” Doctor Mary Wolfe said, the Briefs’ family doctor.

“I was right, I’m pregnant,” Bulma sighed.

“Why so sad, your child is going to be born in eight months.”

“Nothing,” Bulma sighed again.

“By the way, who is the father?”

“You don’t know him, he’s not from around here,” Bulma said ironically as she exited Dr.
Wolfe’s office.

“What am I going to do? How am I going to tell Vegeta about this?” she asked herself while
walking out of the hospital. “I’ve been pregnant for a month without knowing, how stupid!” she
cursed herself, getting in her car in the parking lot. “Hmmm, I better think up names too,” Bulma
thought, driving out of the parking lot and heading home.

***

Bulma walked in Capsule Corporation, it was 2:00 PM, she turned to the kitchen since she hasn’t
ate since breakfast. “Let’s see, Vegeta ate all the ham again. Aha! This fried chicken would be
nice. Wait, I better start eating healthy foods for my baby,” she debated in her mind, looking for
more nutritious foods in the fridge. “This will do,” she said as she found a bowl of vegetable
salad. She took it out of the fridge and started to eat on the table.

“How did it go?” Vegeta asked as he came in the kitchen. He was sweating from training in the
gravity room.

“It went well, thanks for your concern,” Bulma answered, putting more salad dressing on her
vegetable salad.

“A friend of yours named Velvet called,” Vegeta said, leaning against the wall with his arm
crossed.

“Velvet?” Bulma gasped.

“Yes, she said she wants you to come to her wedding this Saturday, that’s two days from now.
What is a wedding anyway?”

“A wedding is a human ceremony where two loving people would get together,” Bulma explained
vaguely.

“We’re together, I don’t see any point of doing it,” Vegeta snorted.

“Vegeta, we are not married, you’re my boyfriend, not mate. Since we’re not legally married, I
could still find myself another man, if I’m not happy with you,” Bulma said.

“I see, like what you did to Yamcha?”

“Yes.”

“That would never happen, humph, I’ll blast any man to hell if they come ten feet within you,”
Vegeta chuckled.

“Say Vegeta, would you like to come with me to the wedding?” Bulma asked, changing the
subject.

“What for?”

“You’re living here on Earth now, you need to know as much as possible about our customs,”
Bulma reasoned.

“Well okay,” Vegeta said.

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