Chapter 3

It’s been two months and Bulma is getting guiltier and guiltier on the fact that she’s been hiding
her pregnancy from Vegeta. Most likely, Vegeta won’t care but he had the right to know. Bulma
was on her balcony, looking at the stars, thinking what would Vegeta do if he found out.

“What are you thinking?” Vegeta asked Bulma when he came in, still dressed in his fighting outfit
from training.

“Vegeta, I must tell you something,” Bulma said, turning to Vegeta.

“Tell me what?”

“Vegeta, I’m pregnant and you’re the father.”

“Pregnant? I knew you smelled funny,” Vegeta said.

“What do you mean by I smelled funny?” Bulma frowned.

“I can smell when a woman is in heat or is pregnant,” he replied.

“Vegeta, I expect you to share some of the responsibilities in taking care of our child,” Bulma
said.

“Hmphh,” was all he said and flew out of the balcony.

“Vegeta, don’t leave, I need you,” she sobbed, her voice echoed throughout the neighbourhood.
Bulma went back inside, crying. “What am I suppose to do now?” she asked herself.

***

Vegeta was in his little island, looking at the stars. “A brat and I’m the father, what am I suppose
to do? Why should I care? My father never cared about me. Love and caring are a sign of
weakness.”

***

It’s been weeks since Vegeta ran off. Bulma has been miserable during this time. Most of the
time she locks herself up in her room, crying to herself.

“Vegeta, please come back,” she sobbed, looking at the dark, cloudy sky from her balcony. It
was in the afternoon and it started to rain. “I hope he’s all right out there,” she thought. Bulma
went down the kitchen and saw her mom preparing lunch.

“Do you think he’s okay? There’s a storm out there,” her mother said.

“I hope so,” Bulma said, looking worried.

“What did you two fight about anyway?” she asked.

“It’s nothing,” she sighed.

“Nothing? Would “nothing” cause him to leave? Bulma I’m your mother, you should tell me
what the problem is,” Mrs. Briefs reasoned.

“Mom, please, it’s nothing... ahhhhh!” she exclaimed after hearing a loud thunder. “I think I
better go find him,” Bulma said.

“Okay, be careful,” her mother replied.

Bulma went to her room and putted on her rain coat and looked for the new scouter she re-built.
When she was done dressing up, she went to the garage and drove away.

“The scouter tells me that he’s in the forest,” Bulma said while driving on the highway.

***

Bulma reached the forest and stepped out of her car.

“Brrrr, it’s so cold,” she said when the cold wind swept against her. “Hmmm, Vegeta is not far
from here,” she said, clicking on the scouter’s buttons.

Bulma followed the signal and found herself deep in the forest. “Vegeta, I’ll kill you when I find
you,” she thought.

The rain was so hard and the wind was so cold that Bulma could barely see. She kept following
Vegeta’s signal and saw a big, vague brown figure in front of her. It roared and Bulma realized
that she has ran into a bear. The bear roared again and stood up on two feet. Bulma panicked
and ran. The bear went after her on all fours.

“Man, I can’t believe this is happening to me,” she panted. She kept running without looking
back. Bulma slipped on the wet ground and fell. She shook as the bear came in closer. The bear
roared again and Bulma fainted. The bear stood up and sensed that someone was holding onto its
foot. Vegeta tossed the bear in the air and fired a laser at it. The bear fell on the ground with a
big hole through its body.

“Are you all right?” Vegeta asked as he turned to Bulma. Bulma didn’t answer, still unconscious.
“This is all my fault,” he thought. He picked up Bulma and flew towards Capsule Corporation.

***

It was in the evening of that day and Bulma was still unconscious from the bear incident. She was
laying on her bed with Vegeta by her side. The door in her room opened and Mrs. Briefs entered
with a tray of noodles.

“She’s not awake yet?” she asked, putting the food tray on Bulma’s dresser.

“No. This is all my fault,” Vegeta sighed.

“Don’t blame yourself, dear. Fights are natural in relationships like these,” Mrs. Briefs said,
cheering up Vegeta.

“I guess you’re right,” Vegeta nodded.

“I’ll leave you two. I’ll be with my husband in our room if you need anything.” Mrs. Briefs
kissed Bulma on the cheek and left the room.

Vegeta got up from the chair beside Bulma’s bed and turned to the food tray on the dresser.
When he was finished his bowl of noodles, he heard a groan.

“Vegeta?” Bulma said groggily, sitting up but winced.

“Yes, I’m here,” Vegeta replied, getting up from his chair.

“Vegeta, I’m so glad to see you,” Bulma said, getting off the bed and hugged Vegeta.

“Me too.”

“Don’t you leave me like that again,” she sobbed and tears rolled down her eyes.

“I won’t,” Vegeta replied, stroking her hair.

“Promise?”

“Promise,” he smirked and looked down on Bulma. He wept the tears off her eyes and kissed her
on the forehead. Bulma let go of Vegeta from her hug and sat on the bed. “Hungry?” he asked,
Bulma nodded. Vegeta turned to the food tray and took the other bowl. “Here,” he said handing
the bowl over to Bulma. “How is our brat?” he asked.

“He’s three months old,” Bulma answered. “Vegeta?” she asked after finishing her bowl of
noodles.

“What?”

“How are we going to tell my parents about our baby?” she said. “My parents would probably
want us to get married and plus, it’s not fair to the child to have unmarried parents. I wonder if
that would be okay with you.”

“Who said that I won’t marry you?” Vegeta smirked.

“Am I dreaming?” Bulma teased.

“No. I wouldn’t want you ending up with another man like that Yamcha. You were made only
for me and I was made only for you,” Vegeta said and kissed her. Bulma broke off the kiss and
looked at Vegeta’s eyes. His eyes told her that he meant what he said.

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