"Well.. I guess better that than the alternative?" Which would be a stranger, for Vegeta, and she knows that he would be very much less than thrilled with all of that. He barely put up with her knowing more, and she isn't silly enough to think that he would be fine and dandy with someone who doesn't know him witnessing anything at all about his past or maybe even his present, considering no one could possibly know the Prince of all Saiyans was soft on his youngest child.

Bulma laughs as Vegeta says he isn't complaining about pain again, shoulders shrugging. She knows that saiyans consider human birthing techniques rather rudimentary, and damn was it painful, but...

It worked. And had worked for long enough that humans were pretty damn prevalent.

"I know it isn't fighting, but.. I would say giving birth is pretty damn close, judging by that." She may even sound a little proud about it, if only because he's typically telling her to stop whining. "Worth it in the end, though. Without all that dopamine after I would've told you to shove off about having Bulla."

Whis had saved her a lot of pain and Vegeta a lot of fussing, even if he was mostly serving his own purposes in helping her.