Lower Instinct - beginning of vegebul (+ gochi, tienlaunch)

What matters now (vegebul)

//I was so mad out there, but I still couldn't even begin to transform...//
Vegeta's thoughts were accompanied by several consecutive beep tones.
//I can't get any further here. No way this damn planet is good for me! I need to clear my mind and focus on my goal!//
He pushed the buttons vigorously, then pulled a lever and the engines of the space capsule, which had always been used for his gravity training, finally began to warm up. He stepped back from the control panel and used the time left before take off to put on the rest of his combat suit. Finally, he pulled on a new pair of white gloves, then pointedly banged his fist on his chest armor. Despite its low weight, he figured that it was even more robust and flexible than his old one. Admittedly, it was pretty impressive what Bulma could get out of an armor technology that was actually foreign to her. That an ordinary Earth woman like her would even be able to reproduce Saiyan battle suits... She couldn't be quite that ordinary after all--
Vegeta gave himself another powerful punch on his armored chest and with a grim expression he forced himself to finally take his thoughts away from this woman.
//First I'll blow those androids out of the way, and then you, Kakarot!// preferring to project his anger back onto his arch-rival. //You'll see, I'll definitely beat you! That's the only thing that matters to me! The only!//
He glanced at the desk again, which was already showing the countdown to departure. Immediately next to it, however, a red warning signal suddenly flashed and after a brief angry shock, Vegeta quickly realized that this only meant the door lock. With a hasty leap, he moved over to the door to close it.
And at that moment, of all things, he caught a glimpse of Bulma, who was running straight for the space capsule! His face immediately betrayed his displeasure at her appearance because he really didn't feel like having to deal with her now. Still, he didn't close the door. Hesitantly his finger stayed over the button.
"Vegeta, where are you going now?!" Bulma asked him a legitimate question after stopping right in front of the space capsule.
The whole capsule began to tremble slowly but surely, and the sounds of the warming-up engines roared from the inside.
"None of your business!" Vegeta scoffed at her.
Just seeing her only reinforced his decision to leave Earth. He needed a place where he could exercise undisturbed. A place where SHE couldn't stop him! He had already wasted far too much time on this woman! If she hadn't kept interfering, he would certainly have been much further along by now! Instead, he was still stuck at that one goddamn point where he had ALMOST made it... But ALMOST just wasn't enough!
So he had to get away from here. As far away as possible.
"You and this whole damn planet - you're pissing me off!" he finally gave an explanatory continuation, and of course in his typically charming Vegeta manner. "And that's why I'm now making sure that I leave the field as quickly as possible!"
In the time that had elapsed since their last conversation, Bulma had long since come to the bitter realization that she meant nothing to Vegeta. Conversely, that meant for her that she didn't want to attach too much importance to him either. But whenever she successfully began to distance herself from him, she encountered him again... in one unpleasant way or another.
And to face him now, knowing that she was pregnant by him, was the undisputed crowning of all previous unpleasant moments. Bulma was anything but happy with this situation, but on the other hand there was no question that she wasn't going to have this baby. Vegeta's baby. She didn't know what all of this would mean for both of them from now on and even if she had suspected her new situation for a while, she still felt so overwhelmed that she was unable to think about a future scenario together. Regardless, her rational side thought it only fair to at least let the father-to-be know. And she wanted to leave it up to him what he did with this information.
So she gave back in her typically charming Bulma manner,
"That's not how you talk to your child's mother, got it?!"
A sudden shock ran through Vegeta's facial expressions and he felt his stomach tighten into a knot on the spot.
Did she seriously just say that? Surely he hadn't misheard?
And as if she could read his mind - which wasn't too difficult given his honest expression - Bulma broke the Saiyan prince's shocked silence with a cruelly affirmative,
"You heard me right!"
And then she said the three magic words.
Words that no man - really NOT ONE man without exception in the entire universe - wanted to hear after a one night stand.

"I'm pregnant!"

Vegeta's mouth was still open, his pupils were pinched to tiny points, and his brows were furrowed aggressively. And he kept that angry-confused look for a really absurdly long moment.
...
Finally he blinked and slowly closed his mouth, having to swallow hard once to wet his dry throat. And when his muscles allowed him to move again, he leaned forward, raised his clenched fist in front of his face and angrily yelled down at Bulma,
"Are you shitting me?!"
What a very exquisite choice of words for an expectant father.
Bulma had her arms crossed in front of her chest and her eyes closed in an overbearing expression. Then she just shook her head pointedly. To the left, to the right.
Vegeta clenched his fist even tighter.
"Hrrg... W-Well, so what?!" he growled, clearly hearing that this new information had unsettled him quite a bit. "Why should I care?!"
"It doesn't have to care you," Bulma suddenly replied calmly, and that's when Vegeta began to relax his tense stance in surprise.
"I just thought I should at least let you know." With that, she suddenly turned around and then gave him a careless wave over her shoulder. "Well then, travelers shouldn't be stopped! Take care of yourself... or maybe not!"
Stunned, Vegeta looked after her because he hadn't expected this reaction in the least. What was the matter with this woman? Maybe she just wanted to shitting him?
Then, when a shrill beeping sounded behind him, he immediately spun around and looked over at the panel. All systems were ready for take off. All he had to do now was close that damn door. He turned again and looked out at the grounds. Bulma had already moved several meters away from the space capsule and seemed to be going her way undeterred, without making any attempt to turn back to him.
Vegeta watched her leave with gritted teeth and then raised his hand to the door button again, already stretching out his index finger...
And while his finger hesitantly stayed over the button again, his face showed how much this moment was occupying him inside. How much it bothered him. And how much it drove him insane!
//So what?!// he internally confirmed once again how indifferent he was to the whole thing. Or at least should be. //What do I care?! I really have better things to do than mess around with this woman stuff!//
Eventually he managed to abruptly avert his gaze from Bulma's rear view and after a snarled, gnashing "Tch!" he finally pushed the damn button, causing the damn door to slam noisily in front of him.
The space capsule now really turned up and soon after it began to lift off the ground loudly. The trees and bushes on the Capsule Corporation ground swayed in the wind and Dr. and Mrs. Briefs, both of whom had rushed outside in shock, now had to protect themselves against the powerful air pressure the space capsule was emitting. Bulma, on the other hand, just kept walking, undeterred, despite the strong wind at her back, which caused her clothes to flutter and her lush hair to be blown over her shoulders. Her parents watched her in amazement as she marched past them in such a determined and cool manner, her gaze steadily straight ahead. And just by looking at her expression, her mother already suspected that the conversation with Vegeta might not have been as well as she had wished as a mother-in-law-to-be.
A pair of glassy blue eyes showed beneath Bulma's serious furrowed brows.
//Let him go,// she thought bitterly. //I do not need him. No... WE don't need him!//
Bulma was no longer only responsible for herself because a new life, a little baby, was beginning to grow under her heart. And she would just as easily carry and raise this baby on her own, she was sure of it.
//That's the only thing that matters to me now! The only!//


pic by L-Dawg211 https://www.deviantart.com/l-dawg211/art/Vegeta-s-shocked-face-887279146