Konnichi waaaaa!
What would be long will hopefully soon be good!
Here is another part of my FF, even if it takes a little longer!
Thank you for your lovely comments and forgive me the long time in between.

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Edea

And now to the story:

>> I'll see her again in a moment ..... What a damn shit .....! << thought Vegeta as he slammed his spaceship into the front yard of the Briefs family. Since he was pretty deep in thought, he had somehow missed the right time for a more skilful landing maneuver, which brought his head a rough acquaintance with the ship's ceiling. He got out a little dazed.
In the meantime, the Briefs had gathered in front of the house. Still in the doorway, a little hidden behind her mother, stood Bulma with a pounding heart and a slightly frightened face.
The Saijayin prince, head held high, walked past the Briefs family into the house, not without saying, "Old man, fix my spaceship!" and something like "I'm going to take a shower and afterwards I want to eat something!" to give away.When he had just passed Bulma on the way to the bathroom, he paused, turned around briefly and said with a slight grin: "You've hardly been gone for a few months and you're fat! Women!" With one last suggestive look He turned back on Bulma's stomach and stalked on into the bathroom. The Briefs couple stared after Vegeta with their mouths wide open. Bulma's face flushed red with anger. "YOU DUMBASS!" she yelled after him. "JUST LOOK FOR WHAT-I-KNOW-WHERE, DON'T LOOK HERE FOR MONTHS AND NOW EVERYTHING SHOULD BE RUNNING; JUST BECAUSE MONSIEUR IS COMFORTABLE TO ARRIVE HERE AGAIN! YOU CAN TAKE ME! GOD!" Bulma stormed into her room and slammed the door behind her. Vegeta had disappeared into the bathroom without paying any attention to her nagging. A short time later you could hear the roar of the shower. The Briefs had watched the scene with their mouths wide open. Finally, Bulma's father made his way to his laboratory to organize tools while the mother went into the kitchen and prepared the food.In Bulma's room, the turquoise-haired woman threw herself on her bed and tears of anger ran down her cheeks. What was this guy up to? And then he insulted her too! She supposedly would have gotten fat. Of course, she had a belly from her pregnancy, but the rest is basically the same as before. >> But he doesn't even know that I'm pregnant! Anyway, he shouldn't have insulted me like that. Conceited monkey! He can still experience something! <<

Actually, Bulma wasn't going to show up again until the next day, but the half-Sayyajin in her stomach thwarted her. In the middle of the night he suddenly asked very strongly for the contents of the Brief's refrigerator. And that made itself felt in the expectant mother with a violent stomach growling. It was a strange thing to have a Saiyan baby in your stomach! Their appetite and the amount of food they eat were vastly in excess of normal pregnancy levels.You could say her eating habits took on Goku-like forms, and that without putting on much weight. she just had the mother's belly. In any case, if she had a hunger attack, she had to eat immediately, otherwise she would feel very sick. So she had no choice but to go to the kitchen and strengthen herself. >> Well, by this time Vegeta is sure to be asleep! << she thought to herself, because she had no great desire to meet him. It was dark in the kitchen. She turned on the light and was frightened. Vegeta sat at the kitchen table and stared into space. With the sudden realization that it was suddenly light, he turned his head to her and just looked at her.
"What are you doing here in the dark all the time?" asked the turquoise-haired woman. "Did you fall asleep?"
Instead of an answer, the Saiyan prince's expression darkened and he stared straight ahead into space again.
Bulma shrugged and started setting the table. "Do you want something too?" she asked Vegeta.No Answer! >> You want to be nice and the gentleman plays the silent one. Well he should! Then he won't get anything! << she thought to herself and continued to cover for herself. Then she sat down and began to eat. Suddenly she felt Vegeta's gaze rest on her. She raised her head and saw him scowling at her intently!
"Is what?" she asked, slightly irritated. His strange behavior annoyed her almost more than when he behaved like an arrogant macho again.
"When did you actually plan to tell me that?" said the Saiyajin prince in a terrifyingly low but very warning voice.
"What to tell you?" Bulma asked back, slightly puzzled.
“You know that very well!” Vegeta's voice became even more threatening. "Surely there is something I should definitely know, isn't there, dear Bulma?"
The turquoise-haired woman felt queasy. He'd never talked to her in such a funny way. She already knew that he was yelling at her or getting upset and actually made no impression on her.But that lurking, threatening undertone in his voice scared her. Like the calm before the storm. And yet she did not let herself get down! "Every normal person can see that I'm pregnant, why should I say something about that?" In the meantime, she had finished her meal, had put everything away and was about to leave the kitchen. On the way to the door she turned around again briefly: "Besides: what is that to you? It's my business!"
The warrior jumped up and grabbed Bulma by the wrist. "Ouch, you hurt me!" the pregnant woman wailed, for his grip was as hard as steel. He pulled her to him until he almost touched hers with his dish.
"Since it's my son you're dragging around with you, I think it's my business." His voice had become even lower, but it was evidence of suppressed anger.
"Where do you want to get that from?" Bulma stammered.
A slightly mocking grin played around Vegeta's mouth. "Don't you know that I can feel auras?" he said to her as gently as you explain something to a small child "And since your aura has been showing very strong traces of an aura similar to me for some time now, there is only the explanation that the bellows in your belly is from me!""And?" Bulma asked challengingly. "What are you so interested in? You won't tease him and I won't bother you with him either. He'll grow up with me as a normal child and be good. We don't need you."
The Saiyan's eyes narrowed. "After all, you have the son of a Saiyajin prince in you. My son! And you think that you can simply withhold that from me? You're wrong!"
"WHAT ARE YOU REALLY IMAGINING!" Bulma snapped at him now. "You bastard just runs away after you've had your fun, doesn't show you up for months and now you come and make claims? Where were you when I was sick for tomorrow tomorrow? Where were you when my stomach always was got bigger, I couldn't lift anything and needed help? Where were you when I thought about how to proceed? When I had to think about whether I should keep the child or have an abortion? "
"Abortion? What is that supposed to be?" asked Vegeta."Well, if your child is, well, taken away in the early stages." answered the turquoise-haired woman.
The Saiyajin thought until suddenly the realization hit him.
"YOU WERE THINKING OF KILLING MY SON?" Vegeta was furious. "YOU ARE UNWORTHY TO BE MY SON'S MOTHER!"
"YOUR SON ????? My dear friend, this is my son too! This is my son in the first place!" she rumbled back. "What do you think it is like when you find out you are pregnant, the producer just ran away and you don't know if he'll ever come back?" Of course she had never really thought seriously about an abortion, but Vegeta was so upset the palm that she played everything to irritate him.
Vegeta looked at Bulma in disbelief. "That's normal! To Vegeta-be ..."
"WE'RE NOT TO BE VEGETA!" she interrupted loudly. "We are here on earth and things are different!"
The Saiyan replied: "Of course!Such an ideal world and a family man like Kakarott! You can forget that!"
"I know that! Do you think I would want such an arrogant, irresponsible, aggressive guy as a father for my child?" Bulma was very upset. And to top it off: "I would have preferred the baby to be from Yamcha!"
That sat! Vegeta's face went white. He grabbed Bulma and pressed her to the wall. His eyes glittered dangerously. "So you're saying you think this weakling is better?" he hissed and a small ball of energy formed in his free hand.
Bulma's knees went weak. Shit, she hadn't expected that after all. "In any case, I think he is a better father. And you are just proving to me that I am right! Because in your anger you would not only kill me but also your son!"
The energy ball went out and Vegeta let go of Bulma. That wasn't right what he almost did and he knew it.He stood in front of her for a short time with hanging arms and a strange expression on his face. He looked almost a little helpless and that was a rather strange sight for him.
"If that is the case, then I have nothing more to do here!" he said softly and left the kitchen. A short time later you heard the front door rattle. He was gone.
Bulma had stood motionless against the wall the whole time. She hadn't imagined it that way. Nor did she know whether to laugh or cry. On the one hand, she was glad that he was gone and that she would have her child to herself. On the other hand, she had noticed that Vegeta was not as indifferent to her as she would like. Crap! And then thick tears were already rolling down her cheeks. Those crappy pregnancy hormones!
Vegeta was also very confused. He had imagined it to be quite simple. As soon as he landed on earth, he noticed the pregnancy based on Bulma's aura and, contrary to expectations, felt something like joy and a certain pride.When Bulma said nothing about his future son, he was offended. He had also secretly hoped for a little more joy on her part. Yes, he had actually imagined that he could come back after seven months and make claims on his offspring. It wasn't unusual on Vegeta-sei. The men were out fighting and the