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How Trunk was Born
Vegeta felt bad. Bulma was hurting and he could do absolutely nothing to help her.
It had started an hour ago with dark fluid seeping from her belly. They had been about to make love when the pain began. She tried to hide it but he had sensed her discomfort as the pain escalated. She had screamed.
He had rushed her to the hospital where the doctors immediately took her in charge. He nearly fought to stay with her but didn't.
"Vegeta, don't you dare bruise anyone! The Mighty Prince of All Sayans may be bothered but the rest of the world doesn't care." Damn it. She still has spirit, thought Vegeta, allowing a weak grin to surface.
He'd been there for most of the night and still no news had escaped from the enclosed room in which Bulma had been taken to scream out her pain.
A light hand fell upon his shoulder. "Bulma?" Groggily, he turned to face a young face, entirely different from the one he longed to see, accompanied by a weary voice. "Your wife is very lucky sir. She just made it thought. We will need to keep her in observation for a few days but she will pull through."
Vegeta's voice is raw as he tentatively asks:
"What happened?
- Well, this may come as a shock sir, but your wife was pregnant. She contracted an infection in her womb, which caused her to miscarry. The baby was much too young. It ... it didn't make it. I'm sorry.
-You're sorry." A quiet voice. It gains a hysterical edge as all the stress and tension accumulated during the night fall from Vegeta's mind.
"You're sorry?! You don't even know what you're talking about! You don't care! If she dies you still get to go home and talk to your mate about it and get praised for it! I bet you'll receive a big fat bonus for it too! How canyou care?"
The doctor hasn't moved. He waits there silently, wanting him to finish; and as his anxieties are subdued:
"That's enough sir. I know you have just suffered a very distressing event but I am afraid that it does not entitle you to bite my head off in the middle of the night, forgetting in the process that other patients, including your wife, are trying to sleep." He pauses to continue in a less determined, more hesitant voice.
"I know exactlyhow you feel. I lost my first child in similar circumstances, with one major difference." Vegeta raises his head at these words and waits for him to go on.
"My wife didn't make it."
This gentle phrase is spoken with a tremor in his tone, a trembling of his lips. I instantaneously feel sorry for him, as well as dimly grateful that I am not the only one to suffer.
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Edit : I changed a detail and played around with the tenses and persons, I'm still not happy with them though. Ah well.
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