Authors Note: So sorry about the long wait…been rather busy running around and other things, family, friends, sickness….all the fun stuff. Lol. Thank you so much for the review by the way. Love them! But here's the next chapter, standard disclaimer…blah blah blah….
"Vegeta," The woman in his dreams stood in the door way with a relieved look on her beautiful face. She wore a beautiful light purple sundress her belly evident beneath the soft fabric, her hair braided over one shoulder. She sat next to him embracing him gently, not wanting to cause him any pain.
He wrapped his bandaged arms around her, ignoring the dull throb in his body that protested the movement. He buried his face in her neck, breathing deep the familiar scent of his mate. She spoke softly trying to comfort him as his entire body trembled slightly. She let her fingers lightly ghosted over his back.
The sound of the door shutting quietly made her pull back cradling his face in her hands. Her eyes searched his bruised and scratched face, his eyes seemed haunted, scared almost. "What? What troubles you so?" She asked barely above a whisper.
He let his hand rest on her belly, feeling the little kicks beneath his hand. Looking into her eyes he saw her concern for him. He didn't respond right away, flashes of his nightmare dancing before his eyes, shaking away the images he kissed her tenderly. "I woke and you weren't here." He rested his forehead against hers.
She smiled and kissed his cheek. Pulling back she carefully brushed away some stray strands of hair from his forehead. "Trunks and I went to get something to eat," She blushed. "Then we went for a walk in the garden. I didn't realize we were gone for so long." She stood, her hands resting on her lower back, "you would not believe how much we have in common. It's kind of creepy." She smirked.
"I bet." He growled.
She spoke to him of everything they had talked about; he nodded when appropriate, and occasionally acknowledged her by grunting, he laid on his side his head propped on a pillow as he listened to her soothing voice, lulling him into a content state. Glancing at the clock on the night stand he found it was past ten.
She was telling him of how they both enjoyed the same foods when he interrupted her, "Come lay with me." He pulled back the blankets for her. She yawned behind her hand and did as he commanded. She laid her back to his chest, wrapping his muscular arm protectively around her middle, kissing her neck and rubbing soft gentle circles on her belly. Closing her eyes she sighed happily.
"Sing to me." He gently demanded. He loved the sound of her voice, especially when she would sing, finding her singing more and more to their developing young. He would often wait to make his presence know to her.
She sang softly the lullaby she remembered her father singing to her when she was little.
Hush now baby don't you cry
Rest your wings my butterfly
Peace will come to you in time
And I will sing this lullaby
Know though I must leave, my child
That I would stay here by your side
And if you wake before I'm gone
Remember this sweet lullaby
And all love through darkness
Don't you ever stop believing
With love forlorn
With love you'll find your way
My love
The world has turned the day to dark
I leave this night with heavy heart
When I return to dry your eyes
I will sing this lullaby
Yes I will sing this lullaby
Oooooohhh*
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Outside the door Trunks eyes were shining with unshed tears. Listening to the soft clear voice of his mother singing the familiar lullaby was bitter sweet to him. He remembered the song playing when he was a young boy but hearing the private performance made him realize just how much he had lost.
She truly was an amazing woman. The last few hours were the best of his life; he would remember them for the rest of his days. She was happy to answer the many questions he had. She was orphaned at the age of three and adopted at seven. She had a hard life of abuse as a child, she was strong through it. When she met Bulma they had become more than friends, sisters almost. She met the rest of the Z gang and they had become like extended family to her. She admitted to him that she was slightly afraid of motherhood yet excited at the same time. She wasn't quite sure how Vegeta was handling the fact that he was going to be a father but she loved the Saiyin prince with all her heart. That much was very clear. Not only did she love his father but the love she had for her unborn child was amazing.
Since he had found out that Faith was his biological mother he had wondered if his mother had resented him or loved him. He knew now that she loved him much more than he could imagine.
"Trunks?" Bulma asked softly resting on the floor next to him. She saw the unshed tears in his blood shot eyes and pulled him into a hug, stroking his hair. "Be strong for her…" Her voice quivered with her own sadness. "And for your father." She pulled back and cradled hiss face in her hands. She nodded and he returned the gesture. "Good. Come on," She stood and offered him his hand to pull him up off the floor. "I need your help. I have an idea of how to save your mom."
Entering the lab she instructed him to remove his jacket and sit on the stool. Pulling out a needle, vial and tourniquet she cleaned the crook of his muscled toned arm.
"What are you thinking?" He watched her delicate hands tie the rubber tourniquet around his bicep.
She pushed the needle into his flesh and filled the vial with his dark red life force. "You're her son…I want to take a look at your DNA."
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Days after the explosion Vegeta was cleared to go back to training, Trunks had gone to see how everyone's training was progressing. Faith and Bulma were in the lab, the tiny brunette sat on the gurney with her arm palm up, a tourniquet around her bicep and a needle in her arm giving a blood sample.
"Thank you my dear." Bulma removed the rubber strap. "That should do it."
Faith said nothing. Her eyes stayed on the floor. Her friend had noticed the sadness start to seep into her friends eyes over the last few days.
"Sweetheart…what's wrong? You seem unhappy." She crossed her arms over her chest. "Is Vegeta being an ass again?" She smirked knowing that wasn't the answer.
She shook her head a light smile on her face. "No but…can I talk to you about something?"
The woman she considered family sat on a rolling stool and came to a stop in front of her, hands on her knees ready for anything. "Anything, what's on your mind?"
She pulled the small cotton swab off her arm; the small needle mark had stopped bleeding. "The accident with the gravity room….when Vegeta got hurt…."
"He's fine. I checked him over myself. The Saiyins are a strong race of people."
"I know…It just…got me thinking." She ran a shaky hand through her hair. "What….what if something were to happen ….to me."
"Don't." She bolted off the stool. She figured this conversation would happen but she couldn't do it now. She needed more time.
"Bulma, please, hear me out." She stood as well. "You're my best friend. I know Vegeta is strong but I don't think he could raise a child by himself. He doesn't exactly come from a nurturing background." She smirked. "I just want to have peace of mind knowing that if something were to happen to me my family will be taken care of." She let her hands rest on her belly. "My baby will need someone to love him like I would; I don't trust anyone but you." She smiled taking her hand. "I want to know my son will be cared for….and," She wiped her eyes but kept them locked with Bulmas. ""And that…." She took a deep breath.
"Faith...I,"
"Vegeta will also need someone," She finished quickly. "He'll need someone too. He still has a heart, and it can be broken like anyone else's. Please Bulma," She pleaded. "If something happens to me, please, take care of my family."
Thoughts raced through her head, the letter, Vegeta, Faith, Trunks, her work, and the last devastating image her mind had conjured was the prince holding a crying infant with an empty, haunted look on his face.
"Please Bulma. For my own piece of mind…just in case." She smiled as she watched her resolve crumble.
Nodding she pulled her in for a hug. "Of course." They shared silent tears, and after a moment then pulled back giggling and wiping their eyes. "Now, no more depressing talk, let's go get some lunch." Linking arms they went up to get some food.
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Later that afternoon Faith went to take a nap in the home she shared with her prince. Vegeta was training, Trunks and Bulma were in the basement lab working on some project and Dr. and Mrs. Briefs were off to a conference in West City.
Vegeta had abandoned his training at the request of the blue haired genius and was now in the lab with his future son donating blood for some test.
"Now in theory, looking at Trunks' genetic makeup and yours I should be able to see if there is any way to alter human DNA with Saiyin DNA. If there is a common marker it makes it a lot easier. "She added a few drops on to a slide, analyzing and taking notes on what she found on the bad to the left.
Everyone was quiet, Vegeta crossed his arms and leaned against the wall settling in to meditate, if he couldn't train physically he would train himself mentally, Trunks sat across from his mother studying the previous notations.
Three hours went by silently; the only sound was that of papers rustling and glass tinkling.
"AHA!" She shouted jumping off her chair.
Her sudden outburst caused the men in the room to jump physically. "What is it?" Trunks tired to gather the papers he dropped.
"I found a common marker!" She wrote down the number sequence.
"Meaning?" Vegeta growled and remained in his position. All of the scientific blabber meant nothing to him.
She looked at him over her shoulder. "It means there may be a way to help her."
He said nothing, simply nodded but inside he dared to hold onto the small glimmer of hope. "I'm going to check on the woman."
Crossing the yard leisurely he entered the capsule home quietly. He found her curled up on the bed, the small, multi colored throw blanket she loved was wrapped around her legs. Her shirt riding up on her belly as her shorts had hiked up her thigh exposing her silky smooth skin to him. She was deep asleep like a cat in the sunlight. He leaned against the door frame watching her. It was then he was shocked to see just how much of a toll the pregnancy was taking on her body.
She was thinner, her body not as tone, her belly protruding, every now and then he could see his sons hand or foot press out. He skin that was once a nice olive color was pale; her hair that was once vibrant, glossy and rich was now dull, lifeless and slightly frizzy. The dark circles under her eyes were even more pronounced even with makeup, he could see just how exhausted she really was.
Her insomnia, a common symptom of pregnancy, was unforgiving. She often awoke several times a night but now he was going to bed alone, when she did lay beside him in the king sized bed, it was the most restless situation. Tossing, turning, too hot, too cold, she would wake up starving, then in the morning when she would finally fall to sleep he would try to leave as quietly as possible, more often than not she would wake at the loss of his body beside her.
While he was musing he hadn't seen her peaceful sleep had taken a turn for the worst. Whimpering and gasping he went to her side instantly knowing the night terrors were hard to wake her from, a few weeks ago he had tried to shake her awake and she cocked him across the face spraining her wrist. He had to coax her out of the dream world. "Faith, Faith," He kissed her cheek gently. "Come back to me."
She groaned in pain and clutched her stomach. "Vegeta." She grit her teeth together in pain breathing heavily. Sweat broke out on her brow, as she started to shake. "Ugh…Vegeta."
Thinking she was cold he covered her with the blanket. "What's wrong?" Panic slowly started creeping in to his mind. He was unsure of what to do.
She screamed and arched her back off the bed slightly.
His hearts pounded in his ears as he watched her writher in pain and clutch her stomach.
"I…I think the baby is coming." She panted and gripped his hand tightly.
"It…it's too early!" He was panicking. His mind was blank; he had absolutely no idea how to proceed.
Authors Note: Okay the song is by Josh Groban and I LOVE that song. Look it up. It's amazing. I know it's a cliff hanger but I'm going to try and get more chapters posted really soon. I'm just trying to beat this stupid flu or cold or whatever I have. Lol. Please read and review xoxo!
