Vegeta paced, gritting his teeth. 'Exactly HOW does Bulma do it? HOW?' he thought angrily.

    Bulma was in the hospital again, and Vegeta was in the waiting room with Trunks. Vegeta was worried, and he didn't enjoy the feeling. Trunks watched him worriedly.

    Vegeta and Bulma had fought, worse than usual. Vegeta rubbed the spot where Bulma had slapped him. Seconds after the strike, Bulma collapsed in pain, clutching her bulging stomach where their second child was ready to be born. Vegeta had flown as fast as he could, Bulma in his arms, Trunks right behind him.

     Trunks stood up. "I'm gonna make a phone call," he said, pointing with his thumb to the pay phones.

    "Fine," Vegeta snapped, not looking at his son. Trunks walked away.

     Thirty minutes later, the Son family burst into the waiting room. Vegeta glared and growled at them, warning them not to talk to him. Instead, they attacked Trunks with a barrage of questions, to which Trunks's main answers were "I don't know," or, "They haven't told us."

    Only Goku remained, staring at the pacing Vegeta in wonder.

    After a bit, Chi-chi gave up. But Gohan and Goten were relentless. Goku began pacing with Vegeta, trying to talk to him. Trunks smiled at the amusing scene.

    "Leave me alone, Kakarott," Vegeta snarled. But Goku kept pacing with him, talking. Vegeta spun, leg outstretched, and caught Goku in the stomach. Goku flew backwards, landing a few feet away. The remaining Son family and Trunks rushed over. After a bit, Gohan and Goten stood up, glaring at Vegeta.

    Vegeta met their glares with one of his own.

     Vegeta was more than ready to fight. He needed some way to get rid of his worry, and fighting would make him forget everything else, especially a two-on-one fight. Just then, a doctor came in, calling for a Vegeta.  Vegeta rushed over and picked up the doctor by his collar and holding the man over Vegetas head.

    "Pray the news isn't bad," he hissed menacingly.

    "T-the b-b-baby's here, s-sir," the doctor stammered.

    "What room?" Vegeta demanded.

    "37-C" was the reply.

    Vegeta dropped the doctor and ran down the corridor, his white boots sounding on the tile floor. Vegeta burst into the room where an exhausted Bulma lay. She gave a tired smile.

    "Her name's Bra," Bulma said, giving a happy sob.

    Vegeta walked over. "Great. Another brat for me to deal with," he muttered, but unmistakable pride shone in his eyes. Vegeta was shocked to hear himself think, "Aw, how cute!" as he looked into the baby's blue eyes. The baby stared at him a bit, then broke into a huge grin. It giggled, and reached for Vegeta's finger, which it grabbed.

    'What are you going to do to me?' Vegeta silently wondered as he tenderly shook his finger the babe had caught.

    The Son family and Trunks rushed in then, Goku still rubbing his sore stomach. They crowded around the bed, making baby noises. Bra giggled as Vegeta gave them a disgusted look. But she still held Vegetas finger, refusing to let go. She just didn't know then that she would hold Vegetas heart in the same way.
 

                                                               The End