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A/N: This was inspired to me by one of my friends, who had read something similar to it and suggested I write my own version, so here it is. Enjoy!

As the night's first stars began to peak out and laugh against the stillness and bleakness of the sky, a woman's cries of pain were heard throughout the hospital of North City. Thunder began to roll across the sky as dark, billowing clouds began to gather about the city.

Meryl Tuscon lay on the hard bed of the hospital, her legs sprawled open and placed in stirrups as she was encouraged to push. Blowing wisps of dark, black hair from her brow, beaded with droplets of perspiration. She clutched her husband's hand tightly as she felt every inner muscle being pushed, pulled and stretched as the tiny being below came to peer out at the world.

Relief flooded her body as she gave one last push. As the only noises of Meryl panting and the thunder outside filtered the room, the nurses and doctor awaited for the newborn's cries to start, yet they didn't. The baby girl simply stared out at the beings, bright, crystal blue eyes studied them as if knowing she were special.

"Is everything okay?" came a weary voice from the bed. Doctor Penrose pulled his eyes away from the beauty in his arms. He nodded quickly. "Yes Mrs. Tuscon. Perfect. She's simply perfect!" Meryl smiled in a knowing way. "Of course she is," came the baby's father. Heads turned to the blonde haired man. He smirked, crossing his arms across his chest. "Why wouldn't she be?" he asked his wife. Meryl smiled, yet the smile of pride quickly faded as she began to cringe in pain.

Dr. Penrose handed the baby to a nurse and ran to Meryl's opening. "Push Mrs. Tuscon! We've got another one!" Meryl didn't let shock fill her thoughts for she soon let the other beauty be viewed by the room.

Dark locks crowned the boy's head as he remained just as calm as his sister. He studied them all from behind a set of matching eyes to his sister. Meryl let out a sigh, praying that this was the last to come out.

Meryl turned to her husband and gave a wry grin. "Well, Derrick?" The handsome blonde sighed contently. "Perfect, Meryl." His wife's crystal blue eyes challenged his own azure ones. "Perfect," she whispered.

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Dr. Penrose smiled as he entered the room of Meryl Tuscon. Cradled in one of his arms lay a sleeping girl, her face nuzzled within the thick blankets, her blonde fuzz as soft as down. His assistant nurse followed him, carrying the cooing boy behind him.

Jonathan Penrose had seen quite a few children be born into this world threw silence. Not a sound was uttered from their lips as their beautiful eyes opened onto the world. Yet there was something odd about these children. The twins were completely healthy, strong for their few hours and silent. The only noise the babies had made was when lying next to one another, the girl was taken away. Until she was returned to his side, the young boy cried his heart out. They were inseparable. Dr. Penrose was lucky to be able to separate them as they carried the two.

Meryl stroked her husband's face affectionately. "When are they bringing them? I've been waiting almost an hour!" He smirked to her. "Shh, Meryl. That temper of yours is going to get you in trouble someday." Fire crystal eyes shot flames at him as he kept his cool.

"Mr. and Mrs. Tuscon?" came Dr. Penrose's cool voice. The couple's head jerked in the direction of the voice. The graying doctor and young nurse in behind, brought forth the most beautiful babies either had ever laid eyes on. Meryl simply smiled, no tears nor cries.

Handing the girl to her father, Derrick smiled. "Hello Desiree." Meryl took the small bundle which held her son. "Welcome Dameon." The baby studied his mother's features, memorizing it to heart. As Desiree began to stir a bit, Dameon dozed off to sleep.

Sixteen Years Later

Dr. Penrose was again, at the opening of another pregnant mother. This one was quite more difficult than Mrs. Tuscon. One, she had a quick tongue and fire hot temper. Not to mention the irritable father had left, calling the woman obscene words.

 "Mom!" cried the aqua haired beauty. The bubbly blonde grasped her daughter's hand. "Yes, Bulma dear?" Bulma glared, "Find Vegeta and tell him to get his ass back in here!" The doctor could only smirk as lavender hair peeked then disappeared once again.

"Miss Briefs! I saw a head! Please keep pushing!" As she let out a blood curdling scream, the child was born. Dr. Penrose frowned as he held the bloody child. A lavender appendage was curled around the child's torso as he continued to scream at the top of his lungs. "Shh!" cooed Dr. Penrose. Bulma lay on the bed, practically asleep as blood continue to drain from her.

"Take him, Nurse Hilda! We've got a bleeder on us!" Quickly nurses and another doctor besides Dr. Penrose himself, gathered around the unconscious Bulma. Lying feet away, unnoticed and unchecked was a screaming baby Trunks. Only one pair of eyes lay upon him and they didn't care whether he die or survive.

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