a/n: this is the last chapter folks. I hope you enjoyed Waitings and Wanderings. Please post reviews if you can. I like to get as much feedback as possible.

Bulma had been bedridden for the last two weeks. She was going stir crazy. Her parents would bring her food and movies to pass her time. She hated being stuck on her back. She wanted to be doing things. Chichi and Goku had come around a number of times, but her patience with them was wearing thin. Everyone else stayed away. Goku refused to divulge any whereabouts for Vegeta. She nearly clocked him when he told her this. She wanted to beat Vegeta within an inch of his life for doing this to her.

Her parents had decided to go away for a weekend. She told them it was a good idea to have a break from her. Reluctantly they obliged. They would be going for one night only and would call her often.

It was dark when Vegeta landed on her balcony. She had left the windows open, but the curtains were closed. He pushed his way through the curtains. She was fast asleep. He wondered if it was a good idea to see her again. He had a feeling she would argue with him. She stirred in her sleep.

He suddenly realised that this was not a good idea. He was about to leave when she rolled over and woke. Her eyes fell upon him. She sat up suddenly and looked at him, her eyes wide and mouth hanging slightly open.

"You!" She yelled. Her eyes narrowed she struggled and heaved herself out of her bed. Her stomach was huge. Vegetas eyes went wide in surprise. She waddled over to him as best she could. She was drenched with sweat. "How dare you come back?" She yelled. He was stunned. "You have no idea what you have done do you! You abandoned me!" Her breathing became laboured. "I've been stuck in this room for the past two weeks! And you come back, at night! While I'm meant to be resting! Do you expect me to forgive you? You left! Without telling me! You bastard!" She became dizzy and leaned on the bedpost for support. "You have no excuse!" she said breathlessly. Tears ran down her cheeks. "No Excuse." A sudden pain shot through her abdomen. Her face paled and she cried out in agony. She slid down to the ground. "Well," She said after the pain subsided. "Aren't you going to ask about me?" She said slowly. He was frozen, stock still. She looked at him closely. He was the same as he was 8 months ago; the same expression. This time there was a hint of confusion.
She dragged herself to her feet again.

He was frozen in place. He had no idea what to say to her. He could sense the life within her and his heart was beating heard and heavy with fear. She approached him.
"Say something." She said quietly.
"Is it mine?" He asked. She rolled her eyes.
"Of course. It's only been you for a long time." She replied. "It's a boy." She added. His voice was the same and it made her heart beat faster. He touched her cheek. She closed her eyes. The child inside her began to kick. She opened her eyes swiftly and grabbed Vegeta's hand and placed it on her stomach. His eyes went down to where his hand was and then shot up to her face. She smiled at his expression.
He kissed her softly and she returned it.
"I should have been here." He said so quietly she had to strain to here it. Her outburst had made her tired. Without a word she walked towards the bed.
"I'm tired." She said turning to face him. He nodded silently. She nodded. She lay down on the bed and closed her eyes.

Vegetas heart was pounding. He was going to be a father. He watched her climb into bed. He was frozen in place. As soon as she had fallen asleep he found the nerve to lie beside her. He faced her so he could watch her sleep. The roundness of her stomach prevented him from getting any closer.

As if by instinct a memory long forgotten resurfaced in him. He stared at the bump that would one day be his son.

Bulma was deep in sleep when she heard the sound. At first she thought it was part of her dream. It was a low rumbling sound. It was gentle though and it was deep. It took her a while before she realised it was not in her head. Her eyes opened slightly. She saw Vegeta, lying on her bed beside her stomach. His head was so close she could feel his breath through her nightgown. It took her even longer that the noise she was hearing was coming from him. She felt the baby within her move, reacting to the sound he was making. It was a tune that sounded so unfamiliar to her. His voice was melodic and it made her heart swoon. She closed her eyes and revelled in the sound. It was like he had this undiscovered talent for song.

The melody had no words or at least no words that he could remember. He had only heard the tune once, as far as he knew. He never asked his father about the tune, only that it felt right to sing it to his unborn son.

The tune died in his throat. He looked over at her face. He could tell she was awake and he was glad she said nothing. He got off the bed.

"Are you leaving again?" She asked softly. She sat up in the bed and looked at him. His face was unreadable in the dark.

He searched for an answer that would reassure her. He had to go. He wanted to go. He also had a strong desire to stay; his son and the woman who, his thoughts stopped dead. He could not say she was his anymore. His stomach twisted uncomfortably. He had been gone too long.

"Yes." He said. He saw tears roll down her cheeks. Foolish woman, he thought angrily; foolish, emotional, fragile thing.

"Fine then go Vegeta. Don't bother coming back unless you intend to stay." She said through her tears. He turned and vanished through the window. She lay back down on the bed and sobbed into her pillow. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't hate him. She knew him as well as he would allow. It was enough to know that he cared for her, but he was torn by vows and promises to himself. Perhaps if he did reach his goal he would come back to her.

She sighed and closed her eyes. She knew she would wait for him.