The Birth of Trunks

I was ready to pop. I was miserable, my feet were swollen, I was hungry all the time and I was constantly angry. Mainly angry at Vegeta because he was an asshole. He never helped with anything, all he wanted to do was train! Stupid training.

I was so ready to have this kid, I was enormous. But, apparently that was normal. In one of our sweeter moments together, he told me that Sayian babies were very large. The doctor told me the baby was very large, probably weighing somewhere between eight and eleven pounds. Probably closer to eleven. I was a more than a little nervous about the actual birth.

It was midnight and I woke up craving strawberries. I sighed and rolled out of bed, much like a beached whale. I looked over to the empty side of the bed and frowned. I wish I had a husband who was here with me.

I waddled to the kitchen, it took a while to get there. Damn house was so big. I rubbed my swollen belly as I walked into the kitchen, turning the light on but dimming it. I didn't want to wake anyone else.

I opened the fridge, looking for the large bowl of strawberries. I frowned after a few minutes of looking; the strawberries weren't in here! What the heck!

"If you're looking for the bowl of red fruit you're too late." A deep voice said behind me, making me jump.

"Vegeta!" I snapped, he never made any indication that he was in here, "You're a jerk, you could have said something! And why did you eat all the strawberries?"

He shrugged, "I was hungry, I eat what I want."

I rolled my eyes, "Well, now, I don't have strawberries." I groaned sitting in the chair, my feet were already hurting.

"Would you mind getting me a banana?" I asked sweetly.

"No." He said, still scarfing food.

"Please? Why do you have to be such a jerk? My feet are hurting and I'm like a thousand pounds because of your baby." I said.

"I'm not responsible for the half breed." He said.

I grit my teeth, "Half breed or not it's still your baby. You have a responsibility to care for it."

"Let's just agree to disagree." He stood and started to retreat to his room.

"I didn't get myself pregnant, you did. No matter how you twist it in your warped mind, this is still your child." I snapped.

He didn't say anything, instead he continued walking to his bedroom. I glared at his back; what a bastard. He got me knocked up and now he wasn't taking any sort of responsibility.

I was so mad my hands were shaking. He was such a dick! I stood abruptly, about to follow him to really give him a piece of my mind, but, as soon as I stood warm liquid gushed out of me. I gasped, thinking I had peed on myself, but, further inspection of the strange liquid told me it wasn't urine.

I gasped, now realizing my water broke.

"Mom! Mom!" I screamed loudly, holding my stomach.

Hours Later

After I woke my parents up, well, more like scared them awake, we were in the hospital. We had reserved my luxury suite months in advanced. It was the best room in the best hospital. Only the best for the Capsule Corp heiress.

It was about midafternoon when the doctor came in to check on me again.

"Well, Mrs. Briefs, I believe you are ready to push." He said.

"Oh, thank god!" I said dramatically, the sweat just pouring off me, "This stupid baby needs to get out of me now!" I screeched as another contraction hit me.

"Don't worry dear, we'll have your precious baby out in a few moments." An overly friendly nurse said.

I just grit my teeth and glared at her, wanting to choke the perkiness right out of her.

"Alright, time to start pushing." The doctor from between my legs said.

An Hour into Pushing

"Try to push harder dear." The nurse said as she patted my sweaty forehead with a rag.

"I'm pushing as hard as I can! It won't budge!" I screamed, barring down.

"I don't think it's coming this way," The doctor said, "I mean, I don't even see a head."

"W-what does that mean?" I asked, my tone panicked.

"Well, it looks like we're going to have to perform a C-section." He said.

"No! I don't want a C-Section!" I wailed.

"I'm sorry dear, but, your baby is a stubborn one." The nurse said.

Within twenty minutes I was strapped to an operating table being injected with some numbing medication.

I was annoyed and upset. Here I was, about to be cut open, all alone. My parents couldn't be in the room with me. I wish Vegeta was here with me, but he's already made it loud and clear that he doesn't care. Tears started to leak out of the corners of my eyes; I hated being so alone.

"Okay, here we go." The doctor said.

It was only a few minutes a pressure, then, all of a sudden, I felt empty. I heard the crying before I saw my baby.

"It's a boy!" The doctor said, laying my baby on my chest.

He was shivering and crying, still bloody and shivering. I placed my hand on him, smiling. A warm sensation washing over me. My baby. His crying ceased as he opened his big blue eyes and looked into mine.

"Hi," I said softly.

He cooed back, his tiny tongue moving behind his puckered lips. I let out a breathy chuckle and kissed his forehead.

The nurse came over, "Let me take him, I'll get him all washed up and back to you in a jiffy."

I let her take him and laid back against the bed, feeling exhausted. It had been a really long day, and doing it alone made it seem even longer.

Vegeta's POV

Dodge! Kick! Dodge! Dodge! Punch! The robots the woman had rebuilt improved. I could tell because they were keeping up with my training.

The G.R. buzzed then turned off. I snarled and turned to the person who dared interrupted my training. It was one of the Capsule Corp workers.

"What!?" I demanded.

"Sorry, Mr. Vegeta, Bulma called and told me to tell you that you've had a son." She said.

"Get out. I don't care." She scurried out of the room.

I turned to get back to training, just the tiniest of smirks upon my face. Huh, a son.