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Chapter 7- A Baby Changes Everything.

"Alright Ms. Briefs I need you to push now. I need you to push as hard as you can. This might be the last time." The doctor said.

"You said that five hours ago!" Bulma screamed at him. She cried out and then took a deep breath. She pushed as hard as she could. She could feel the baby poke its head through. "Oh my Kami. How big is this baby's head?" She screamed in pain.

"Regular size Ms. Briefs," the doctor laughed. "Alright one more push and that should do it.

Bulma breathed in and squeezed both Goku and Yamcha's hands.

"Come on Bulma," Goku encouraged her.

"Yeah you can do it Bulma!" Yamcha said.

Bulma pushed as hard as she could and there was a plop and a cry from the baby who had just entered the world.

"It's a boy Bulma," the doctor said beaming. "And what a perfect little…" the doctor stopped for a moment. "A tail?" he exclaimed.

Bulma looked at Goku wide eyed.

Goku nodded and spoke. "Its okay doctor I think Bulma wants to hold him."

"Yes, okay," the doctor said while the nurses wrapped the baby in a blue blanket and handed him to his mother. Bulma felt tears come to her eyes. "Oh, he's so perfect," she said as tears began to run down her face. "Oh hello my perfect little boy. Welcome to our world. You are going to be the most handsome man ever when you grow up," she cooed at him.

Goku motioned at Yamcha with his head that they should go. Yamcha nodded and they went silently left the room.

Soon everyone had gone and Bulma was alone with her baby. Bulma sang to little Trunks until they both fell asleep. It was around night time when the door to Bulma's room opened. The man's boots made clicking sounds as he walked across the room and toward mother and child.He walked over to the bedside and stared down at the mother and child. His face was hard but his eyes had softened. He reached out to touch the sleeping baby's head. He ran the back of his fingers against his cheek. Then, very carefully, he took the baby out of the mother's grasp and held the boy to him.

"Trunks," Vegeta whispered. "What a stupid name for such a powerful brat," he said to himself.

Vegeta looked at his mate lying in the bed and tears came to his eyes. He wasn't even there for the birth. He didn't even help her when she went into labor. He hurt her. How would she ever forgive him? She wouldn't he knew that. She could never, would never, forgive him. He had promised never to hurt her and he had. His anger had gotten the better of him and he had hurt her again.

"What the hell am I going to do now?" he asked himself. He knew what he had to do. He kissed the baby on the forehead then returned the baby to his mother. Vegeta kissed Bulma softly on the lips then turned and walked out only stopping at the door to look at her one last time. This may be the last time he ever saw her and he wanted this memory to keep forever.

Bulma's eyes opened a couple minutes after Vegeta left. "Vegeta?" she called out into the dark room. "It wasn't a dream. I know he was here," she said while looking down at her sleeping son. "Oh baby what are we going to do? I can't let you grow up in this type of situation. I don't want to lose your daddy but this can't go on any longer. I won't let him hurt you," she told her son. She knew what she had to do. She had been through this particular emotional struggle since she found out she was pregnant. Vegeta had to go. Maybe he would go peacefully. Maybe he would give them time. That's what they needed. Time.

Bulma drifted off to sleep and when she woke up next the sun was streaming through the window of the hospital room. The room was bright and little Trunks was hungry. As Bulma fed him she thought. She could have sworn that Vegeta had been there earlier but then why would he. He didn't even bother to come when she had given birth. She remembered him slamming her against the wall and watching him walk out the back door. She sighed and noticed that Trunks was done. She settled him back down and lay back herself. She looked out of the hospital room window.

Suddenly Bulma's parents came through the door of the room. "Hello Princess," her fathers said. He looked nervous and Bulma noticed.

"What's wrong Dad?" Bulma asked him. She knew her father and when he was nervous he looked around and at that moment she thought he was waiting for invading aliens to pop out of thin air. .

When Dr. Briefs didn't answer Bulma asked again. "Dad what is it? What's wrong?" she was starting to get worried.

"Well you see dear, well, we don't want you to worry too much, but…," Mr. Briefs stopped and looked down at his feet.

"But what Dad? What is going on that I don't know about?" Bulma asked staring intently from one parent to the other.

"Well to tell you the truth," Mr. Briefs decided to come right out with it. He let out a long sigh and said, "Vegeta is gone Princess. He left in a space pod last night."

"What?" Bulma screeched in outrage. How could he do this? How could he leave before she got the chance to yell at him? Better yet how could he leave before she had the chance to throw him out? But some strange feeling came into her heart. It was painful, she thought her heart would burst. What was it? Then all of a sudden she knew; it wasn't a feeling it was something that had happened to her many times before, only this time was different. This time it hurt. At that moment Bulma knew what she feared would happen, her heart was broken.

Tears came to Bulma's eyes as she looked down at her son. She felt her heart wrench as she saw Vegeta's features. She swallowed hard then looked at her parents. "Can we go home?" she asked.

"Of course sweetheart," her father said. "Here let me take him so you can get dressed," he said walking over and taking the baby from his daughter's arms.

"Thanks Dad," Bulma said. Her parents started to leave the room. When the door had shut behind them Bulma threw back the covers and stood up. She walked over to the window and looked out over the city. Cars were whizzing by and people were walking on the streets below. Things went on as if nothing happened. As if Vegeta never left. Hot, salty tears began to run slowly down Bulma's face as she stood at the window with her arms wrapped around her. She felt like she couldn't breathe. The clenching of her heart didn't miss a beat. It felt like a vice was hooked onto her heart and was squeezing relentlessly tighter. The feelings of anger had subsided and all of a sudden she didn't want him to be gone anymore. She wanted him to be there when she got home. She wanted him to be there so he could explain and he would apologize like he did sometimes.

She would never see him again. She knew that. There was no way he would come back. She could sa he was a coward but she didn't want to. She knew he was but she couldn't bring herself to say it. What about the Androids. They would be here soon. Would he be here for that she wondered. Would he be there to fight and then leave again. She didn't even know where he had gone. To space for sure but where? In a distant galaxy somewhere? She didn't know. What she did know is that she had to be strong for her child. He needed her now and she would take care of him even if he had to do it on his own.

Bulma found new clothes on a chair in the corner of the room. She began to dress still wiping tears from her eyes. She tried to calm herself. She had to be strong she knew that that was the one thing she had to hold on to. Her inner strength would keep her going.

When she was finally dressed she walked across the room and out of the door without looking back. She walked down the hall and into the waiting area where she found her parents sitting with her son. Bulma took a deep breath to calm herself then walked over and sat down next to her father who held her small child.

"Okay dear are you ready?" her father asked. Bulma nodded her reply and they stood up. Dr. Briefs gave Trunks back to his mother. "Here we are little one."

"Thanks dad. Let's go check out and go home," Bulma said.

"I bet you will be happy to do that," her mother said. "You know Bulma you were a quick birth. It only took about three hours for your to pop out. Oh but it was a bloody business. Of course you didn't have a tail," Bulma's continued to go on and on about nothing but when she mentioned the tail Dr. Briefs looked at Bulma and they smiled in unison.

"I think we might have to have that tail taken off," Bulma whispered to her father.

"Yes dear I think that might be a good idea. Imagine when he goes to school. What will the other children say?" Dr. Briefs whispered back chuckling. They both laughed.

They proceeded to check out and the nurse asked if Bulma needed a wheelchair. Bulma said no, she could walk. Dr. Briefs went and brought the car around. He helped Bulma in and the family along with its new member made their way home.

That chapter SUCKED. I had to redo it like four times and it's still crap. Sorry guys. I know you expect more. I don't know what's wrong with me. Oh well. Next one will be better. I actually got so frustrated that I thought about discontinuing this story. I don't know. Well you know what to do. Review. Peace.

Much love,

Lillian Rose.