Vio: This is a side project for me, so I hope that you all will enjoy it~ *w*

I do not own DBZ/DBS!

I only own my adorable little oc, who's name I'm not revealing yet.


Prologue: The Surprise


Bulma rubbed her eyes furiously before looking back down at the five little sticks that all said positive. There was no way that she could be pregnant again!

Unless...The bluenette face-palmed at the memory of her and Vegeta weeks ago when Trunks, dear Kami, he was only one, could finally sleep by himself. The Saiyan had been very persistent that night and with her loneliness creeping into her soul, she easily gave in.

She took a deep breath and walked into her son's room. Trunks beamed as soon as he saw her, those same blue eyes glimmering with happiness.

"Oh sweetheart," she picked him up and hugged him close, "only a year goes by and you're already going to be a big brother."

Trunks sneezed, wide eyes glancing up at his mother who just smiled softly.

The scientist glanced towards the window, her reflection looking back. Tears burn in the corner of her eyes as she searches the bright sky in hopes of an answer for a question she doesn't even know.

"Everything will be ok." She whispers to herself as Trunks nods off, "Goku, Vegeta, and the others will defeat Cell and-…...everything will be fine."

Her mind tells her otherwise.


- Seven months later -

"….What?"

The doctor gave the woman and her parents a look of sorrow, "I'm sorry Mrs. Briefs, but your child has DCM, or dilated cardiomyopathy."

Bulma ignored her mother's gasp, "You mean he has a weak heart?"

The doctor nodded, "These first few years of his life are going to be critical and he will be monitored twenty-four-seven if he is to survive."

Bulma could feel her heart breaking, "Do you...will he ever have a chance at life, Dr. Hiroshi?"

The man brushed through his salt and pepper hair, "If he manages to survive these first few critical years of his life then he might be able to leave around when he's...hmm...fourteen, maybe eighteen."

"That's just an estimate though," he warned, not wanting to get the woman's hopes up, "if he has a stroke or a seizure, then his chances of leaving will decrease to nothing."

The bluenette choked on her tears at the news. Her parents rushed over, trying to comfort her in any way they could.

Nothing would be able to heal the permanent scar upon her heart.

Her son was a halfa. Part human, part saiyan.

The thrill of fighting courses through his veins, but he will never be able to act on those urges to train, to become strong.

What was a mother to do?


I hope ya'll liked that little prologue~

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