Darkness cannot drive out darkness   von Lans13
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                             Kapitel 5: Chapter 5
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More than 2 months passed since Vegeta left and she couldn’t occupy herself
with anything. Just as she was sitting on her bed thinking about what to do,
suddenly she felt nausea taking over her and barely made it until the toilet to
throw up. Every time she assumed it was over, she had to run back to the
bathroom. After 30 minutes she simply remained sitting on the bathroom floor and
hugged the toilet, ready to throw up again. Whoa, even when she drank too much,
she never felt so bad or when she had the stomach flu. Anyhow what the hell was
wrong with her? Then it hit her so suddenly that she felt completely stupid why
she never thought about it. She was late, which wasn’t that extraordinary as
it sometimes happened with her, but if she connected that with the nausea and
the fact that when she slept with Vegeta they never used protection, it was
obvious what was wrong with her. She was pregnant! Strange, how every time she
thought back on the night with Vegeta, she never ever become concerned about it.
Yeah, because her freakin’ mind was so much occupied how it felt… She cannot
be pregnant! It was just one lousy night! Ok, cross that. It was the best night
ever as she had mind-blowing sex with Vegeta, still how she could end up
pregnant? When she held the pregnancy test a few hours later, her hand was
shaking so much that she couldn’t even see what damn colour it was. She
grabbed her wrist with her other hand; steadying it and looked again on the
stick. Yes, she was pregnant, just as she suspected. That’s just great! From
all the men on the planet she had to be pregnant with Vegeta’s child. Now she
did it, she managed to mess up her life even more than she ever assumed. She
slid down on the floor and looked at the white tiling on the wall. For a while
her mind went blank, but slowly she managed to calm herself. Yes, she was
pregnant and yes, from Vegeta. Bulma wasn’t exactly sure how he will react,
though she doubted he will be happy about it. Gee, be real girl! He will be
outrageous and he won’t want to do anything with the baby. Regardless how many
times Bulma run through the scenario in her head, that was the conclusion. So
she will be a mother, with no husband or even boyfriend for that matter. Could
be worse, she thought and the little voice in her head asked: How? Isn’t this
worse enough? There was always worse, she knew it. She was a strong woman, she
knew she can pull it off. She screwed up badly, she wasn’t planning to become
a mother but now that she was, she had to face it. She won’t be the first
mother who will raise a child without a father. If others can do it, so can she.
She was Bulma Brief! After the initial shock she took it quite well and when she
went out with her mother to buy baby stuff she was actually happy about it.
Bunny was overjoyed when Bulma told her the news.
	“That’s just wonderful news my dear!” She smiled brightly.
	“Well, I wasn’t planning it, at least not like this.” Bulma answered
feeling relieved hearing her mother’s reaction.
When she told her father, he hasn’t said much, because he didn’t want to
upset her but it was clear that he thought she was mad. Sure, he told her how he
loved her and how he will help with his grandchild, yet he couldn’t fully hide
his worries. Bunny on the other hand was truly happy, it’s not like she just
acted that way and Bulma was extremely happy for it.
	“Vegeta will be crazy once he hears the news!” Bunny continued jumping up
with excitement.
	“Oh, I have no doubt he will be crazy” She answered and despite the
situation she couldn’t repress a smile, imaging Vegeta’s face once she will
break the news to him.
*
Bulma become pretty busy with planning the baby’s room and go shopping. The
days just flew by and suddenly as she went down to the kitchen she heard the
spaceship landing. Panic struck her and she quickly looked down on herself. She
was 3 months pregnant, but it wasn’t showing yet. Maybe a bit, but as she was
in a shirt which hung loose on her, nothing was visible. She struggled with the
idea to close herself up in her room, but decided against it. This time she
decided to go down and see him. Why not? She cannot screw this up more than she
already had. When Vegeta emerged from the ship, his clothes were torn and he had
injuries all over his body. Most of those seemed quite recent though as even
some blood was dripping from his head wound. Bulma totally forgot everything,
how awkward it was last time they spoke, she simply rushed over asking:
	“What the hell happened with you?”
	“I trained, what else?” He grunted back but as he wanted to go past to her
he fainted and hit the floor.
	“Vegeta!” Bulma cried and leaned over him.
It was the 2nd time he ended up bandaged, lying unconsciously in his bed. When
the doctor told Bulma he will be all right and none of the wounds were life
threatening she felt relieved. As she stood there, leaning against the wall and
looked at him, she had Deja-vu. She remembered how much she worried about him
when he blew up the spaceship. And now here he was again, injured unconscious.
She sat down at the edge of his bed and looked at him. She enjoyed the fact that
she could finally look at him without him snapping at her. Why couldn’t be
happy over their child? Why wasn’t he capable to show at least a little sign
of affection towards her? She signed, then she grabbed a book, pulled over a
chair and began to read. Pretend to read. No, try to read. She wanted to, it’s
just her mind went off on her own, thinking about all the crazy stuff.
	“What are you doing here?” Vegeta suddenly asked, scaring Bulma so much
that she dropped the book.
He wanted to stay a little longer in space, but he completely wore out his body
and had to come back. Just like the first time, taking off couldn’t quite take
off his mind about her, yet it was the best what he could do. He was so angry
and time passed so quickly, it was only 1 year and 3 months until the androids
arrived and he still hasn’t reached the super saiyan level. He trained more
intensively than ever, not paying attention when his body objected and so he
ended up badly wounded, even for a saiyan. Apparently he even lost his
consciousness as he woke up here, with the woman at his side. What the hell was
she doing here anyhow?! It’s not like she was a doctor or a nurse.
	“Reading” Bulma answered, getting over the initial scare and picking up her
book.
	“Why are you reading here, in my room?” He asked and he sat up.
	“I think you should rest a bit more.”
	“And I care why?! It’s none of your business what I do or what I don’t
do.”
	“Maybe, but I won’t let you leave this room.”
As the woman jumped up and stood before the door her arms stretched out Vegeta
had to laugh at her attempt to block his way. He stepped to her, leaned closer
and said:
	“Get out of my way!”
Bulma closed the distance between them and leaned even closer to him. For a
moment he was sure she wanted to kiss him, but instead she turned her head
slightly, until her lips were almost touching his left ear. She whispered:
	“Make me!”
That was it, how dare is she challenging him?! He balled his fist and swung it
in her direction. To his shock the woman kept her eyes fixed on him and he
slightly jerked his fist left, so he only hit the wall, making it crack. She
still stood there without flinching and their gaze locked. He just became aware
of the fact how he was unable to hurt her. Sure, he couldn’t kill her for
obvious reasons, yet it made no sense that he was unable to even hit her. Why?!
Bulma had no idea what made her feel so sure that he won’t hit her, she just
knew. When the wall cracked and she looked at his face she could read from it
that even he was sure just for a second ago that he will hurt her and it came to
him as a shock that he was unable to do so. Girl, you are playing with the fire;
Bulma heard her reasonable self’s voice in her head. Maybe she was, but she
just couldn’t let him walk off and go to train in his condition. Suddenly both
of them become aware of the fact how close they were standing again and before
any of them could pull away their lips met. As they kissed passionately Bulma
put her arms around his neck, while he picked her up, put her on the bed and
climbed in top of her. He slightly felt his injured body object, while on the
other hand it was his body again what took over the control and wanted nothing
more than to feel her. While Bulma removed her shirt, Vegeta got rid of his
short. As she still struggled to get off her skirt, he just couldn’t wait any
longer and tore it off her, her pants suffering the same fate. She felt as he
grabbed her breast and he began sucking on it. She moaned with pleasure and had
to grab the bed, not to grab his back which was covered with bandages. She felt
him entering her and again, without much of a foreplay she was ready. Oh she was
more than ready. She dreamed about it so long after the first time and even
though she swore, it will never happen again, there she was, under him, rocking
with him, feeling his body… How could she seriously thought that it won’t
ever happen again? Vegeta couldn’t believe how overwhelming this feeling was
and how he craved for it. He hoped that after he slept with her once, he will
never feel this lust again, but if anything, it become just stronger than the
last time. He heard her screaming in pleasure and he felt how his breath became
ragged. He stopped for a second, just to resume it with even more force. They
came almost at the same time and after it, both of them lied on the bed
exhausted. Shortly after both fell asleep and this time it was Bulma who woke up
first. Vegeta had his back to her so she couldn’t be sure that he was
sleeping, but she come to the conclusion as otherwise he would have left. She
climbed out of the bed, put her shirt back on and went back to her room. After
having a shower she decided to have breakfast, although it was only 5 am. Vegeta
woke up as soon as she left the room but stayed in bed a little longer, before
he took a shower. When he went down to the kitchen he saw that the woman was
already there, eating.
	“Feeling any better?” She asked.
	“I heal quickly.” 
Bulma knew she had to tell him. She should have told him yesterday, but instead
she ended up having sex with him. Not that she was sorry for that… On the
bright side at least she cannot be pregnant from that, as she is already
pregnant. Just as she opened her mouth she closed it. Vegeta was just drinking
from a bottle. She might cause him to choke. So she waited until he drunk
enough, then she wanted to tell him, but he already began to eat. Gosh, he could
also choke from that so she just needs to wait until he is done. It was a good
thing that he ate quickly.
	“V…” She really began this time, but he was drinking again.
Ok, that was it! She was just trying to find some excuse to delay it. She has to
say it, just be over with it.
	“I’m pregnant!” she called maybe a little louder than necessary.
Vegeta stopped rummaging in the fridge, looked at her and asked:
	“And you are telling me this, because?”
Seriously? She knew he wouldn’t care, but this attitude of his… wait, maybe
he didn’t know he was the father? How could he not know? Does he think she
slept with other guys or is he just playing dumb? Bulma took a deep breath and
added:
	“Maybe I need to clarify this a little further. I’m pregnant and you are
the father!”
	“What?!” The prince asked confusion on his face.
He went pale and he grabbed the wall for support. No, that just cannot be! He
cannot be a father, he cannot have a child with a human. He cannot have a
half-breed as his son, that’s just outrageous. He began shaking and the wall
slightly cracked under his hand.
	“How?” He asked.
It was Bulma’s turn to feel confused now. From every possible questions how
could he ask “how”?!
	“You know damn well how!” She snapped. “We had sex, remember?”
	“How can you know so soon?”
	“Soon? It was 3 months ago, I wouldn’t call that soon. You know, yesterday
wasn’t the first time that we… slept together!”
Bulma gulped as Vegeta walked towards her. What now? She had no idea what he
wanted and it took her by surprise when Vegeta put his hand on her stomach.
	“What are you doing?” Bulma asked, looking at him.
	“Just shut up, will you?” The prince said and he began to concentrate.
It was extremely hard to feel the energy of such a small being, that’s why he
never felt any other Ki from the woman. But now that he knew… he should be
able to detect it. After a minute or so he did. It was still low, but he could
clearly feel it now. He removed his hand from her and stepped back.
	“Could you feel it?” Bulma asked, realising what he was doing.
	“Yes…”
They looked at each other for a while, then Vegeta said:
	“I’m not interested in the child, or in you!
Yes, this was the reaction Bulma expected. Then why the hell hurt it so much?
She knew she cannot expect anything from him, and simply having a baby
wouldn’t change it but she still felt a stabbing pain in her chest.
	“If you think it will devastate me, you are wrong. I expected no other
response from the oh so great prince of all jackasses! Screw yourself Vegeta!”
She said, not letting him go with her eyes, then she simply left.
It sounded a good enough response though. Like she will ever tell him how she
suffered from his indifference. No way! She went back to her room and sat down
on the armchair, looking out of the windows. Bulma had no idea how long she just
simply stayed there, but when she finally got up her ass was hurting and she
felt half dried tears on her face. She never even noticed that she was crying or
that she stopped. Damn Vegeta! She felt so many things at once that she had a
hard time separating them. She was hurt, enraged but also stupid for falling for
him. He just got under her skin like no other and the worst of all was that even
after everything she still loved him. She sighed, then went to the bathroom and
washed her face. Regardless what she felt, how she felt, she will never show him
how much he managed to hurt her. No way! Bulma was pretty proud on herself in
the next couple of weeks. She behaved normal around Vegeta. They never really
spoke, but that was just their usual pattern. Sometimes as she looked at him she
wanted to punch him, to strangle him, to cut him to pieces, while at other times
she wanted to be in his arms, feel his body, kiss him, and… No, she wasn’t
ever going there again. Nope. Bulma wondered how much these mood swings were due
to her hormones, now that she was expecting a baby.
	“Are you going to eat all of that?” Vegeta asked as he saw Bulma sitting in
the kitchen with at least 20 plates around her.
	“Maybe” She answered and took an another bite.
It was quite strange to see the woman eat so much as she usually only picked in
her food, eating just a small amount. It seemed like the pregnancy affected her
appetite a great deal, still it was unbelievable how she could devour so much.
On some days she almost consumed the same amount of food as he did and he was a
full grown saiyan. Another strange thing was her taste in foods. He never
understood how she could enjoy something like cereal or yogurt but that was
nothing compared to the fact that she was eating donut filled with jam and
hamburger at the same time. He packed his hands full of food and sit down at the
opposite side of the table. Bulma bitterly smiled as she thought that mostly
they had just these short conversations once or twice a day. Yet, she was happy
even if she could just see him for a couple of minutes. Yes, they say love makes
people crazy, but so much?
*
After the morning sickness passed, she felt relatively good, until she was 7
months pregnant. By that time her belly was huge, she looked like she was just
about to give birth. It took her an enormous effort to get up and as she could
only sleep on her back, she could hardly get any sleep.
	“You look terrible.” Vegeta throw it to her when they ate dinner together.
	“Oh, thank you very much Vegeta, how nice of you!” She said with sarcasm.
“I also feel like shit, not that it is any of your concern! Sometimes he is
moving around so much that I feel like he is using me as his personal training
room or something!”
	“A half-breed like him won’t be that much of a fighter. Not even my royal
blood can help on the fact that it will also carry your pathetic human
genes.”
Bulma had to concentrate very hard not to get up and slap him in the face for
his comment. She felt herself shaking from anger but managed to calm down again
relatively easy. Since Vegeta lived here she developed so much self-control what
she never held possible, given her temperament. Also, it was hard to get up and
even if she managed it, hitting him would most probably just bruise her own
hand, while he wouldn’t even feel it.
	“I’m sorry for being a human, jerk!” Was all what she said and she
resumed eating.
Vegeta looked at her with new interest. He expected her to lash out, yet she
remained sitting. Sure he noticed how she was shaking but she quickly brought
herself under control. Her old self would have tried to choke him for such a
remark, yet even her reply sounded neutral. He couldn’t help to overhear when
the woman talked with her mother about how pregnant woman changed during the
pregnancy and something seemed to be in this. Also, he was aware of the fact
that every time they somehow got closer than a few steps, she backed off. Like
she wasn’t sure how she could keep herself under control otherwise and she
just might jump at him. He smirked, then it hit him; was he so sure that he
could keep himself under control? He so wanted to say yes, but hell, he knew how
miserably he lost control on more than one occasions. Vegeta felt how the anger
was raising in him. He quickly finished his meal and went back to the gravity
room, not just to train but also to blow off some stream.
An another months passed and Bulma wished to give birth so desperately that she
might have gathered the Dragon Balls and call Shenlong for it, but it was almost
impossible to do anything. If she hadn’t seen the baby at the doctor’s
office on the screen, she would have assumed she will give births to twins or
triplets even. So when Vegeta told her that he will go off space one more time,
she was barely concerned. 
	“Before you go, there is something for you” She said, causing Vegeta to
turn around.
	“What?”
	“Just come with me!”
When they entered her lab, Bulma was clearly sweating and slightly panting. Gee,
she only walked 100 meters and she was totally exhausted. Yeah, she was also in
pain, but it became something to which she was already used too. She had to grab
her desk for support, but bit her teeth together. She was sure he knew she was
suffering, yet she just wasn’t willing to reveal in just how much pain she was
in. No way will he know how much she suffered. It was pathetic, really how she
was hurt emotionally thanks to him and now she even had physical pain and a
great deal of it. Vegeta was aware that the woman was in pain and it seemed to
be worse every day. He wondered whether it was due to the fact that she had to
carry his child, a saiyan baby, while she was just a weak human. Actually by now
he began to wonder that maybe she wasn’t weak at all. For a while he thought
her emotionally strong, but by now it was more than that. For the thousandth
time he wanted to punch himself for even thinking about her! Why the hell did he
care how she felt?! No, he didn’t care, not at all. He looked at her, waiting
to find out what she wanted.
	“I managed the reproduce the outfit what you were wearing when you came
here” Bulma explained. “The “dress” part wasn’t so hard, but the
armour is still not perfect. Though you still want to bring it with you on your
training.”
When Bulma opened the box what contained the mentioned item, Vegeta curiously
examined it. Yes, the armour wasn’t perfect, yet it was really close to the
real one. The woman was impressive, he once again realised it. He had no idea
that she was working on this, though he had no idea about the gravity room
either until it was almost done. Just why the hell was she doing this for him?
He shrugged it off, thinking he didn’t care. He took the items with him and
simply left her there.
	“As usual, happy to be in your service!” Bulma cried after him, not that
she really expected for him to thank her.
Nah, even if they lived together forever, he would never thank her for anything,
it was clear. Just as it was clear how he will never feel anything for her. She
sighed when the spaceship left her house for the 3rd time now.
*
Bulma expected to give birth sooner than 9 months given the size of her belly,
but Trunks was born just when he was predicted. Not sooner, not later. When
Bulma held him for the first time in her arms, she knew it was worth all the
pain and suffering just to have him. She knew she will love him, she already
loved him when he was inside her belly, but the amount of love what she felt for
the boy once he was born, was unexpected. It was hard on her to rest in the
first couple of weeks as she was the type who always had to do something. Even
during her pregnancy she worked and she had no intention to stop. Surprisingly
Trunks didn’t cry that much in the first couple of months. First she though he
was just constantly sleeping, but as she saw him just looking up at the ceiling
she knew it wasn’t true. Feeding him was a challenge, as even though she had
breast milk it wasn’t enough for him. As she feed him baby formula as well,
she wondered how the saiyan women solved this issue. Could they have more milk
then she as a human? Well, it was no wonder Trunks was always hungry, he was a
saiyan. Well, half-saiyan anyhow. Bulma was happy to register that her appetite
went back to the  normal level as it was quite annoying how much time she had to
spend just to eat enough food. It seemed like Vegeta again held his 3 months
pattern as he came back when Trunks was 2 months old. They had only 4 more
months until the androids arrived. For the first time Bulma wondered what
happened with her in the future. Was she among the survivors or did she also die
some terrible death? She shook her head, she didn’t want to think about these
things. Goku and the others will beat the androids this time! Goku never lost.
Also, Vegeta was training like crazy, he would be able to help out as well.
*
When Vegeta arrived back, once again he realised that the woman wasn’t there
waiting for him. By now he wasn’t surprised that even in another galaxies he
was thinking about her, he was just enraged. Maybe she was with his son, by now
he must have been born. He ignored the blond one standing there with cookies and
tea and went back to his room and took a shower. As it was about dinnertime he
went to the kitchen and as expected it was full of food, waiting for him. It
took him a bit off guard that the woman was also there, eating some kind of
salad. Yeah it seemed like her appetite was back to normal. As he looked at her
he couldn’t help but wonder whether her breast grew bigger. He was almost
positive that they did. She looked just as sexy as before the pregnancy, she
already gained back her old figure. Bulma had to bite back a smile as she became
aware how Vegeta looked at her. It was more than obvious that he found her
attractive, but it wasn’t news any more. He must have found her attractive if
he slept with her. Ghosh, why was it so hard for her to restrain herself? All
she could think of was to go to him, kiss him, feel him… No! Not again.
	“Welcome back!” She greeted him and she got up to get out of there as soon
as possible.
It was just too hard to be near him now, that she hasn’t seen him for such a
long time. As she walked past him, he felt him grabbing her hand and just as she
wanted to object she felt his lips on hers. From that there was no going back.
They had sex again, there on the kitchen floor. It was crazy as her parents
could have walked in at any moment. Sure, her father was in the lab working and
her mother was with Trunks, but still… Though it only hit Bulma when it was
all over and they were already in progress of dressing up. Bulma was angry for
herself for letting him have such an effect on her, while Vegeta was outraged.
It was clear if he didn’t grab her, she would just walked past him and they
wouldn’t end up on the kitchen floor on top of each other. It was a small
consolation that as soon as he kissed her, her resistance faded, not that she
had so much to begin with. Damn, he never should have agreed to stay with here!
Yet, he never would have dreamed about how things turned out. It was like a
nightmare. Just now when he finally reached the super saiyan level and he
thought he was fully in control, he still wasn’t, if it came to her. It was
driving him mad. He even lost his appetite so he simply went back to his room
and decided to go to sleep. It was relatively early, but he knew his body needed
some rest, as much as he despised the idea of rest. When he went down at the
next day at 3 am, he almost bumped into the woman who was just coming up with a
book in her hand.
	“What the hell are you doing at 3 am?” He asked.
	“Trunks woke me up and I just couldn’t sleep back.”
	“Trunks?”
	“Yes, that’s the name of your son.”
	“That’s a stupid name!”
	“Well excuse me, I’m just a stupid human so what are you expecting from me?
Also, it’s not like you were willing to discuss any of your name preferences
and as you are not interested in him anyhow, I don’t see how your opinion
should matter at all!” She snapped.
There she was, her old self, who got easily pissed off by him. She thought that
by now there was nothing what he could say what would make her feel so annoyed,
yet she was wrong.
	“Do whatever you want, I don’t care!” He answered and he wanted to leave,
he would have left if not for the sudden change in her voice:
	“Do you want to see him?”
He looked at her and even though she was fully outraged just a second ago, she
seemed totally calm now.
	“No, I don’t.”
Though she fully ignored his answer, grabbed his hand a led him to their son’s
room. The worst thing was that even though he wasn’t interested, he went with
her. She had no physical strengths and he could have pulled away his hand at any
instance, yet somehow she still seemed to have the overpower as she simply led
him and he followed. When they entered the room, Trunks looked at them.
	“Isn’t she cute?” Bulma asked smiling.
Vegeta looked at his son for the first time and some strange feeling crept into
his chest. It was nothing like what he felt for Bulma. Sure, as he wasn’t
feeling anything for her! He simply wasn’t! This was something new. How many
different emotions were there?! Trunks was so tiny, it was hard to believe that
he might become a fighter one day. He seemed so fragile. He had the woman’s
blue eyes and lavender hair. How pathetic was a saiyan, even if it was just a
half saiyan, with that hair colour? At least Kakarott’s brat had the same hair
colour as the saiyans, though it was no wonder as his mother was a plain
annoying bitch with the same hair colour. Bulma never expected that Vegeta will
actually come with her and even if he would, he should have run off by now. But
he was just standing there looking at Trunks for a while now. Could he be
interested, even though he denied it so strongly?
	“Do you want to hold him?” She asked.
	“NO!” He shot back and stormed out of the room.
	“Your father is a jerk Trunks.” Bulma said, smiling at his son.
It went much better than she expected and she was happy. Sure she knew it’s
not like seeing Trunks suddenly awoke some fatherly love in Vegeta, but it just
might have stirred something, buried down inside him. She wondered what the
others will think once she will tell them who Trunks father is. When she told
Yamcha, he was so shocked that he couldn’t say or do anything for more than a
minute. Then he told her how crazy she was and she told him she was already
aware of that. Once again they returned to their daily pattern, hardly speaking
and keeping a safe distance. They never talked about the upcoming fights or
anything relevant. Vegeta was simply waiting for the fight as he wanted to prove
that he was much better that that clown. He decided to spend the last two weeks
training in space again, to keep a better focus on his training. He never made
any thoughts what will happen after they kill the enemy; if they manage to kill
them. Bulma on the other hand has some concerning thought, but tried to avoid
it. She hoped Vegeta will stay with them, yet she had no idea how much reality
that possibility had in itself. Sure, he had nowhere else to go, but it’s not
like he considered this planet, this house home. She seriously doubted she or
Trunks could have changed that. She was in much pain already and thinking about
the future just made it worse. She tried to shut it out and only focused on the
androids. One step at the time seemed like a good enough advise.

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