Chapter 1: A Prince is Born
It had been twelve long hours of labor, and the Queen was in a state of desperate action. The doctors had no comforting words to give her, and of course her husband wasn't there; he had much more important matters to attend to. She let out a soft groan, one last plea for this child to be born. The doctors hovered around her like vultures, speaking to one another, but she couldn't understand their words anymore.
"My lady," the younger physician spoke carefully, "the baby is crowning. I think two more big pushes will do it." Her chest heaved. Two more pushes. She could do this; just two more. She gathered up the last of her strength and pushed, her bloodcurdling scream rattling the walls. "The child was almost out! Get the towels ready!" The younger physician barked at the underlings, whom scampered about the room to gather the supplies. "One more push!" Once again, she gathered what she could muster and pushed; she didn't even have enough energy to scream this time, rather, she just sighed and fell back. A cry, small and shrill, filled her ears and she smiled. "Prince Vegeta has been born!"
"Let me hold my baby!" She demanded, reaching out her weary arms to the chubby bundle.
"With all due respect, my Queen, let us check him first." She hesitantly agreed while the doctors and underlings inspected and cleaned him. "He weighs six pounds even, with a length of nineteen inches, and he's very healthy, my Queen. He's beautiful as well; I'm sure the King will be proud." The physician handed her the swaddled child, the Prince, the reason for her being, and she held him against her breast. He sought out her nipple and began to nurse, all the while astonishing his young mother. He truly was perfect; his hair was an ebony black, his skin was soft and pale, like hers, but he looked like his handsome father. Joy spilled into her heart, pouring out onto her face. He finished nursing that side and switched him over to the other. She never knew she could feel something like this.
"My son has been born!" King Vegeta threw open the doors and disturbed the peaceful thoughts of his Queen, and scaring his newborn son. "And what a pair of lungs! Caulli, let me see the Prince-" He stopped dead in his tracks. "Is he supposed to be so small?"
"He's a little on the smaller side, my King, but Queen Caulli did have him a bit earlier than anticipated. It's nothing that can't be fixed over time." King Vegeta nodded and picked up his son.
"He looks just like you, my King," Caulli smiled, realizing how weak she still felt.
"Indeed he does! YOU! Servant girl!" He paralyzed a young underling dead in her tracks. "Tell the cooks to prepare a feast tonight! We will have a celebration in honor of the new Prince Vegeta!" The skittish girl nodded and sprinted off. King Vegeta handed his son back to his mother and left, his chest puffed up with pride. The Queen held her son closely, but could feel herself falling asleep. The young physician took the Prince to the nursery so she could drift off and get some rest in the healing chambers.
The Queen had managed to regain a majority of her strength back in time for the celebration that night. She dressed in her dark blue, satin, empire-waist gown made specifically for such an occasion, with her hair pulled back and left to cascade across her slender, pale shoulders. Black eye shadow was swept across her already dark eyes, and bright red stained her pursed lips. She wouldn't be able to enjoy wine for a while, but at the very least she could eat again; pregnancy had left her frail and sick, and she was ready to catch up on the months of food her Little Prince had denied her. The Little Prince was looking rather dashing himself, dressed in the same princely smock his father had worn when he was born.
The dining room was elegant and quietly buzzing with anticipated chatter. The entire royal family lined both sides of the table, which made Caullie feel small and insignificant compared to all of them. She was new blood, a peasant chosen by King Vegeta himself to be his wife. She had been declared the most beautiful of the Saiyan women, but compared to all of the ostentatiously dressed ladies before her, she could feel her knees begin to buckle. She stood in the doorway, unnoticed and hesitant, swallowing a lump that had formed almost instantly in her throat. 'How can I compare to these women?' Her lip began to quiver. She had been dropped as a child, thrown off a ledge and left as a meal to wild things, but was discovered by her adoptive mother who cared for her. Any destructive forces within her had disappeared with injury, and she lived a timid life as a farmer's daughter. Her adoptive father had tried to teach her how to fight, as well as her older brothers, but to no avail; she was very weak and very uncoordinated. Her parents couldn't believe their ears when the King had strolled through their village and declared their little Caulli the most gorgeous thing he had ever lay his eyes upon, and gladly sent her and her small dowry with him to be wed, only a year before, almost to the day.
"Are you ready, my love?" King Vegeta's warm arm snaked around her waist. Even though he was a cold man, she had grown fond of him; and he made her feel like she was the strongest woman in the universe. She nodded, giving him a light peck on the cheek. The King smirked and pushed the doors all the way open, revealing themselves to the crowd, who stood and clapped in acknowledgment. "These are your people," He whispered softly as they waved and made their way to the head of the table.
"These are my people." She smiled, and snuggled the sleeping child in her arms.
Author's Note:
So, what does everyone think? I know I'm a bit rusty, but hopefully that will improve the more I write. While I wrote this, I considered maybe a short story (3-5 chapters) about Caulli, and how her and King Vegeta met, up to the honeymoon stage. I just really, really like origin stories. Also, I'm using a timeline I found on Wikia, and it's the only one I was really able to find in such great detail. I'm assuming that Planet Vegeta was at least somewhat lush, to grow vegetables and sustain life and all, as well. I feel like the further into Frieza's reign, the worse off everything became because they were being exhausted of resources. OH! Also, Frieza has annexed them for a year at this point. I'm assuming that's where they got all of their money, but I couldn't really find anything on that, but it's what I'm going to go with. The next chapters are going to focus more on our favorite little Prince, with some parts about his mother and father's relationship. I've already started writing that chapter, so it should be up soon, and it should be a little longer than this one. Anyway, please review and let me know how this chapter was, and let me know if you all would like to have an origin story about Caulli and King Vegeta. Thanks for reading!