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Fanfic: Saiyajin-Story
Chapter: Shocking facts
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8. Jump into a New Life or: Shocking Facts
So the girl stayed with Bulma for the time being. Son Goku thanked Bulma for looking after the young woman and then said goodbye again. He didn't want to leave Chichi alone for so long.
Bulma showed the girl the bathroom and explained how everything worked. While she was showering, Bulma was preparing dinner in the kitchen together with some household robots, because the stranger had already complained of enormous hunger, which was underlined by a loud growl in her stomach. And what followed then left Bulma amazed. The young woman had an unparalleled appetite. In no time at all she crammed tons of food into herself and if she took a short break it was only to ask for more. Bulma crouched next to it - unless she was busy cooking - and marveled at building blocks.She couldn't understand how anyone could eat so much, especially at such a speed. The only one with whom these eating habits could be compared was Son Goku. But when Bulma served up the thirteenth serving, she began to doubt whether even Son Goku could eat as much as this young woman.
After a long time and countless portions of dinner, the girl's hunger was finally satisfied and the decision was made to go to bed. After all, it was pretty late by now.
In the next time Bulma took care of the stranger intensively. She showed her the city, bought her clothes, explained everything she wanted to know and taught her everything that was important. The days passed, but the young woman's memory never returned. As before, she couldn't remember anything at all. She couldn't even think of her own name or age. Bulma estimated her at 18 and because she no longer knew her own name, she simply gave her a new one.Her suggestion was 'Teresa' and the girl didn't mind. However, she mostly limited herself to just having Terry call her, which was shorter and she liked it a lot.
Terry settled in quickly. In no time she had got used to life on earth and she seemed to like it. She made some friends in town who were around her age and with whom she spent some of her free time. She also discovered new hobbies for herself, including music. Bulma didn't want to deny her desire to learn to play the drums and didn't hesitate to buy her one. Bulma also sometimes took the young woman with her to the laboratory. Terry wanted to help her host mother if she could use her. She was quick to grasp and never took long to grasp anything. She was quite intelligent, but she was still a long way from Bulma's genius. In addition, she lacked the desire and perseverance. She never managed to tinker with a device or do any other technical work for more than two hours.She helped Bulma to do her a favor, but she never stayed very long. At some point the urge to move or to sit on the drums predominated.
Terry was surprisingly athletic too. She went jogging almost every morning to reduce excess energy and she was also enthusiastic about almost all kinds of sports. But what she liked most was fighting. No one - not even herself - could tell where this impulse was coming from, but it was just there. And it hadn't been long before she persuaded Son Goku to train with her. He had taught her to fly within two days and so it was no problem for Terry to fly into the woods to Son Goku to fight him there.
The girl's past was still a mystery. She had a tail, just like Son Goku used to do, she liked to fight and was stronger than average, and she had an enormous appetite. As far as her character was concerned, parallels to Son Goku could be drawn.But what did that mean? Since neither Teresa nor Son Goku could figure it out, the secret would probably not be revealed for the time being.
Earth, 08/10/928
Terry had been on Earth for almost two weeks now.
It was a sunny morning and Bulma came to Terry's room in a good mood to wake her up. But this was already up. She hung over the toilet bowl in the bathroom and threw up. Bulma entered the room worried. "Well, I'm getting really worried. This is the fourth time you've vomited in the morning." She said. The young woman in front of her rose from the floor and staggered to the sink. Terry washed his face and greedily drank a few gulps of water. "I don't know why that is either." she mumbled into her washcloth. "Tell me ..." Bulma had come to another guess, she took a few steps closer to Terry and looked at her side profile. "Have you had your period since you can remember?" she asked.Terry looked up in surprise. "No, I didn't, why?" she replied lightly, drying her face with a towel. "And can it be that you have gained weight?" Bulma probed. Terry threw the towel back on the holder and looked down at himself. "Hm, maybe. I never weighed myself, but I feel a bit misshapen." she muttered and ran her hand over her stomach. "Somehow it seems to have become fuller, I don't know where it comes from either." she said thoughtfully. "Oh, I think I can tell you where this is coming from." Bulma interjected and looked at the girl, slightly nervous. "You are pregnant, Teresa."
Terry just laughed, "Pregnant?" she repeated. "I'm not pregnant. It can't be!" She said. But Bulma found it less funny. "It doesn't have to be that I'm actually right, but the symptoms are correct. You haven't had your period, you feel sick all the time and you also feed the most impossible things into yourself!" she explained.Teresa no longer laughed, but squinted uncertainly at Bulma. "But that ... that doesn't work! I can't be pregnant! Who should then ... I mean ... who is then ... the father?" Bulma shrugged helplessly. "You know what, I'll make an appointment with the doctor for you, then we'll see, okay?" Terry nodded resignedly, but still looked very skeptical. The thought that she could be carrying a child from a man she did not remember, from a period of life that she no longer knew anything about, just seemed too abnormal.
She didn't protest when Bulma made an appointment for her and then drove her into town to see a doctor that afternoon. But the result was as Bulma had suspected: Teresa would be a mother, she was already two months pregnant.
Bulma put the irritated girl back into the glider in which they had flown as quickly as possible and brought her back home.There she guided them into the living room and instructed her mother to make tea. Then Bulma crouched down next to the troubled young woman on the sofa to talk to her in peace.
"I ... I'm having a child and I don't even know who is." Terry whispered, staring into the air. Bulma couldn't even imagine having a child from someone she couldn't remember, but she could well understand that Terry was upset and she knew that the girl needed her support now. "It's okay, Teresa. We'll be fine. And who says you won't remember that soon ?!" she tried to cheer up the young woman. The addressed shrugged her shoulders helplessly. "I'm having a child and I don't even know from whom." she muttered flatly. Bulma let out a low sigh. How could she best help Teresa?
"Don't worry so much. I'm sure you will remember it sooner or later." she then said confidently and smiled.It was a few days before the girl could come to terms with the fact that she was pregnant, and slowly she got used to the idea of becoming a mother. Bulma of course insisted that she stop the combat training immediately and that she spared herself most of the time, but she hadn't counted on Terry's thick skull. She didn't want anything to be forbidden so easily, and despite Bulma's loud protests, she couldn't be talked out of casual training.
The next time passed by in a flash. From the fourth month on, Teresa finally gave up training completely, because her stomach was already bulging, which was extremely difficult when fighting and her main concern was her child, which should not be harmed. Much to the amazement of all the doctors, Terry's child also developed very quickly. In any case faster than normal children, but no one could say why that was so. It would probably remain a secret - just like Teresa's enigmatic past.