“Hi’ya Bulma!” I turned from my friends that were encircled around me just for a sec, to find Gohan with little Bra on his

shoulders clutching to his hair like you would to a horses main.

“Oh, hello Gohan.” I said to him, and looked up at Bra, her hair was just a mess.

“And are you having fun, sweetie?” Bra looked at me with her big round eyes’ and said,

“Oh yah, mama! Gohan let me fly on his shoulders, and stuff. It was SO COOL!” She said in a very excited voice. And also using that new word she got from her friends at school, “SO” in practically every beginning of most of her sentences.

“That’s great Bra, but maybe I should fix you’re hair again.” I said looking at her hair and back at her eyes’.

“Ah, MOM.” She complained, in her mouse like voice. And she buried her face in Gohans hair while mumbling “no, no, no, no…” over and over again.

I gave out a sigh and looked at Gohan for some help.

“Oh, don’t worry Bulma.” He said whiling giving me a wink, which I hoped was a clue that he had an idea. “I think I—” He stopped all of a sudden and looked up to the sky, I looked up as well but didn’t see anything but blank darkness, and stars’ giving many winks at me as well.

“What is it Gohan?” I finally said, hoping so much that it wasn’t some bad guy coming to kill this poor pitiful planet, again.

“Gohan?” I said again, but a little more louder. “Do feel somebody’s ki?”

“Oh, Bulma…” he said. “Can’t you see?” His face came back down to look at me again.

“See what?” I asked, getting even more confused, while looking deep in his eyes’, eyes’ so much like his fathers.

“I think she’s asleep.” He said.

It took me a little while to understand that he was talking about Bra.

I looked up at her, and sure enough her little hands were weakly on both sides of his head, using his dark black hair as a pillow.

I gave a smile toward Gohan, and he smiled back.

“So?” I asked, looking at him skeptically.

“What?” he answered back, looking confused like a little child would be.

“How did you do it?”

“Do what, Bulma?” He asked still looking even more confused.

“Make her fall asleep?” I said, “ You must have worn her out or something, uh?”

He gave me a big grin when he finally understood what I meant and said…

“Yeah, I guess your right, but she had such a fun time though. She’s such a sweet kid too.”

I nodded, letting him pour all the complements he wanted about my child.

“Yes, I guess I’ll have to agree with that first comment, but for that second one, um…I don’t think she’s all THAT sweet. And I think she gets that both from me and Vegeta.”

He laughed for that one, and I had to as well, because she could be one-hell ova brat sometimes.

“I can take her in if you’d like?” He asked, I looked back up at Bra and saw her sleeping, oh so heavenly.

When he mentioned IN, it finally acured to me that Fiona still wasn’t out here, and I forgot all about her with all the party plans and all. I took quick gasp and looked into Gohans eyes’, which probably looked fearful, since that’s how I felt. I also quickly

pulled my mouth over my gaping mouth, and felt completely stupid.

I managed to whisper out a “Damn it!” trying to keep it low so know one thought I was being rude.

“What’s up, Bulma? What’s the matter?” he said looking at me in worried eyes’.

“Oh, dear…Gohan we have a gust here and I haven’t even introduced her to anybody. I feel like an idiot.”

I was so worried…

“Um…Bulma??” He asked, probably thinking that I might explode in anger at him if he wasn’t careful, and that’s exactly how felt like doing if he wasn’t.

“Yes Gohan?” I asked back, becoming annoyed already.

“Um…do you mean Fiona?” he asked me, still looking nervous.

“Actually, yeah. How did you know?” I looked at him puzzling.

“Oh, she was out here earlier in the party.” He said plainly.

“She was?” I asked him again just making sure. “Did she have green eyes’ and hair that look like it was dipped in red?”

“Yup, that was her alright.” He said. “Pretty little thing, except very different.” He added.

“Really? How so?” I ask, also curious about her, since the only time’s I’ve actually seen her is when she faints.

“Well…” he squinted his eyes hoping to think better “ for some odd reason, she slammed the door on me, Bra, and Dr. Truskowski in the middle of our conversation. And then Vegeta casually walked past us and opened the door, and walked in and also slammed it in our faces. Very strange…” He said looking down.

“Yes, very strange...” I agreed, nodding my head, and looked at him very intently.

Then it hit me…all that being alone with Fiona, her being the last full living Saiya-jin, him asking me to keep her here till she’s had a baby…and what also hit me, is that he wanted it to be HIS baby!

I felt completely sick, I couldn’t believe this but it sounded just like Vegeta.

“Hey Bulma…are you ok??” He asked, in a worried kind of tone, and looking at me with his father’s big puppy dog eyes’.

“Ooooh….” I moaned raising my hand to hold my head up; I could feel my body going down on me.

I just managed to grasp a table to keep me steady.

“Bulma??” I laughed at him, because I just realized that Bra was still lying nice and snug on Gohans head, and she suddenly slowly started to fall off.

Gohan gently caught her and was holding her like she was still a baby. While all this was happening, I felt myself drift farther, and farther away. My eyes’ were closing and I felt myself falling, until.

“Vegeta! Help her!” That’s what I heard one of my girl friends scream, one of my best friends in fact, her name was Susan, such a sweet girl, I thought.

I was caught; I could feel his strong hands catch me, feeling my weight being lifted, but after that my thoughts were being brought back to horror’s of why Vegeta wanted this girl, and there and then I felt all my pity go toward her, for what I would have to agree on, and when he would explain to me, the horror’s of HER life were just starting.

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“Fiona…” The whisper started out first, and also with a loving little shake to the shoulders.

“ Fiona, you need to wake up…”he kept on whispering in my ear, with his on going shaking to the shoulders.

My eyes’ opened by themselves although I didn’t want to. Everything was very hazy at first, blurry and unfocussed. It was still night, I had probably dozed off, after…

“Oh, damn it…” I said, in a voice that didn’t sound all that awake. I rubbed my eyes’ with my fists and stretched out.

“Finally! You know how long it got me to wake you up?” Trunks said in a not very happy kind of voice.

“Would you tell me if I said no?” I said in a very dryly sort of tongue. I sat up in my bed trying to straiten myself a bit, and looked into Trunks eyes’

“Yes! It took me almost ten minutes.” He said, pointing out the exact time, which I did not want to know.

“So…What’s your point?” Giving him my faked out questionable kind of look.

“Oh, jeez…my mom just fainted.” He said looking down toward the ground. He was on his knees and up against the bed, and both of his elbows were on the bed. He seemed shorter because I was sitting up and he was on the floor.

“What? Really? Why?” I said, wanting to know right away, and wandering why she would faint.

I brought my hand up to my mouth to cover the look of shock on my face, including my mouth that was wide open for flies to come right into, it’s happened before and I certainly did not want it to happen again.

“Well, I’m not to sure. But Gohan said it had something to do with you.” He said back to me, and looked up at me when he said ‘you.’ Still looking at him, I asked.

“Where is she? May I see her?” I was starting to panic. ‘What if her fainting was all because of me, maybe she found out.’ That last thought just stung into my heart like a bee puncture.

I could feel my eyes’ widening and looking at Trunks, hoping that he understood that HAD to see her.

“Please, Trunks let me see her.” I put my feet over the bed, trunks moved out of the way so I could get up.

“Ok.” He said, and held my hand so I could stand. “But I’m not sure to sure if she’s awake yet.”

“That’s ok Trunks, I’ll wait for her to come to. But till then I want to know what happened.” I said, while straitening my dress out that now had a bunch of wrinkles in it. I straiten my shirt and walked into the bathroom and clicked on the light and checked myself to straiten myself out and to see if I was a mess from what Vegeta did to me, or if I’ve changed at all. Actually, I hadn’t changed one bit, not even streaks of tears. I looked at myself a little longer, and then made a dramatic swirl to face Trunks.

“Wow…” I whispered under my breath.

Trunks was wearing a black tuxedo, enough said. I looked at him up and down, something that all the guys were doing around here, and this time I made him blush.

He made a fist and coughed into it, my sign that he was nervous.

“Well,” I began. “lets go find that mother of yours.”

“Yeah, lets.” He said, and led the way out the door, and I followed gingerly right behind him.

“So, what’s up with the party?” I questioned to him, following down past my bedroom, and what looked like past his as well.

“Oh, it’s my mom and dads anniversary.” He said flatly.

“Seriously?” I questioned him, not because I didn’t believe him but because it all didn’t make sense why Vegeta was treating me like this.

”Uh, yeah. Really.” He said, again with another flat out sound.

“It’s not really a big deal, they have one every year and dad could always care less, especially if it meant fighting with Goku, or anybody almost, or as strong as him.”

We seemed to keep on going, and going and going…it seemed like a never-ending tunnel.

“Oh…” I was still thinking about Vegeta, a little frightened that he told her, told her something I don’t know, and what I should already know by now.

Finally, Trunks took a turn into a huge bedroom. With a canopy bed in the middle, with little Bulma sleeping sweetly in the middle of it. She seemed so small in that bed; and too pail in fact. She almost seemed like a little ghost almost. Trunks and I stood there for about 5 minutes, until she began to wake up.

‘Weird…’ I thought, ‘she must of felt us, or something, or at least that’s what most people do here. Feel.’

Trunks went around the side of the bed, and I sat at the end of the bed. With my legs Indian style on the bed, and held my ankles and just watched her wake up. There was a bowl next to her bed with a clothe in it, and Trunks dipped it a couple of times and ringed it out once or twice, and laid it gently on his mothers head.

She moaned a little, and lazily opened her eyes, opened them up to me. I saw sorrow in her eyes, and I thought she was about to cry for a moment. But she took a deep breath in and looked to Trunks next to her, and smiled at him. A little thank you for the cold clothe on her head. He smiled back, and then Bulma looked upon me.

“I’m sorry child…” She said weekly, almost like an old ladies voice.
“wha…?” I tried to say what, but she interrupted me.

“Trunks would you please excuse us for a moment?” She said taking his hand and holding it, and looked deep into his eyes, he seemed to understand, and looked back up to me. And nodded, standing up and taking his leave of the room. I watched him doing this, and turned my head around to watch him.

When my head came back toward Bulma she was already looking at me.

I continued the conversation, “Why are you sorry Bulma? For what?”

“For bringing you here…I was hoping Vegeta just wanted you here to raise you as his own. I didn’t have any problem with that.” She looked over at her bedside and looked at the picture of Vegeta. Looking stern and princely like usually.
“But how did I get here? And why was I brought here?” I said, trying not to sound like I was annoyed from all this time being

here, and not knowing why I was taken away from my family, my friends, and home.

“That will take a long time to tell, and right now I don’t have the energy to tell you.” She gave out a huge sigh.

“ Then tell me this, since you won’t tell me that…Why did you faint? I have a funny feeling that…you know, about something.” I said, being careful in how I was using my words.

“I do know something, and that what I’m afraid of. I’m afraid I might of given Vegeta the advantage to take you…to take you, places that I’d rather not mention of.” She looked down, before she told me the last part of her sentence.

“Tell me…I want to know how much you know.” I looked strait at her.

“I know that Vegeta is trying to…trying to…” She seemed to break down, with her eyes still down, I couldn’t tell how she felt.

”Please…it’ll be better after you say it…” I said trying to hurry her up, more then trying to help her.

“…I’m trying to give birth a child from you…” It wasn’t Bulma who said that…and I knew who it was.