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Chapter 9
Oh Pregnancy Calendar, I thought one morning as I somehow logged onto the computer, what does this day lie for me? I scrolled down and looked at what was for today. It is day 145. That means there are only 135 more days left. I've made it 20 weeks and five days. I've made it to the first week of month six. Six months! Only three to go!
The calendar also had something written for today. "The mom-to-be could have more vivid nightmares or dreams." Oh great! That's the last thing I needed!
"Vegeta, are you up?" Bulma called.
I turned off the computer and took awhile to get off of the chair. My abdominals have been in pain lately. It's nothing that I can't handle, but it was something I wish just wouldn't happen. Because of it, I haven't been eating as much as I used to. It's like that morning sickness era all over again! I'm so glad I finished it!
"Vegeta?" Bulma called again.
I slowly made my way to the living room. "What, woman?" I called back.
She came in with one hand on my son and the other on the wall. "Look!" Bulma made her way to me. "Can you feel him?"
I extended a hand ever so slowly. I'm about to touch my son for the first time. At the same time, I'm touching that woman's stomach. Which one was more important to me? As soon as the palm of my hand felt her skin, I felt him. I felt his energy, his determination, his life. This is my son. Trunks Briefs. Then, I quickly retreated. For the next few months after this child is born, he's going to do nothing but a lot of crying and screaming. Come to think of it, I won't be able to do anything with him until he learns to tie his own shoes.
"Isn't that amazing? That's our son! He's awake!"
I didn't answer nor responded with anything except for "I'll be training."
I had my back turned, but I could sense that she wasn't happy. "Okay. Well, I thought I would just tell you."
"I appreciate that you've told me." I really could care less, but I didn't want to say that or she'd start crying.
She sighed and said under her breath "same ol' Vegeta."
I turned around so fast that it was just a blur. "What is that supposed to mean?" I yelled. I looked into her fearful eyes. Oh great, I thought, I scared her. Stupid hormones!
"Well… I…" She stammered.
"Don't say anything." I said in a calmer voice. "Don't worry about it."
She nodded. "Okay."
"I mean it. Don't worry about it." I said again, seeing as her face didn't change.
"I won't. You just go train for that android battle."
"I will." And that was that.
The next two weeks were very progressive for me. I had more energy which was perfect for my training. However, I still chose to continue to train alone. I don't want anything weird to happen while other people are there. It is day 167 which means that there is 113 days left. From this point, everything has been fine and my body has been subtle. Sore but subtle.
For day 167, I decided to do some massive training. Before, I wasn't able to move that well in 300 times gravity. Now, I'm up to 302 times gravity! It is steadily building but I shall beat Kakkarot by the time I'm done!
But then, I became more sore than energized, sending me to the ground in the middle of training. At first, I thought it was a pulled muscle, but it wasn't. It was a contraction. "Oh no. Not now." It was still the sixth month. It's too soon for the baby to come. It was only one, so I better look at the baby calendar to make sure. "Woman!" I called when I got into the house. "How do you work this computer?"
"Why? What's wrong?" She asked, coming in with a huge box. "Is everything okay? You've stopped training."
"I need to know if the baby is coming."
"Not for another three months, Vegeta. You know that. But he has been moving a lot. The baby calendar said that he's getting bigger and that he's trying to find more room."
"What does that mean for you?" I really meant for me but she doesn't need to know that.
"It means that I should be getting Braxton Hicks Contractions."
"And those are…?"
"False alarms." She put the box on the ground and opened it. I just stood there as befuddled as ever. It was a false alarm. Who ever heard of false alarms in a matter of life and death? "I bought some things for the baby! Do you want a baby shower?"
"A what?"
"You don't know what a baby shower is, do you?"
"I'm not sure I want to know."
"It's just a celebration for the baby's arrival. There will be a party with dancing and food and games and stuff like that. Are you interested?"
"No." I got off of the computer and headed for the door again. Now that that's over, I could continue my training.
"Of course you wouldn't be." She sighed. "At least look at what I got."
"Woman, I have to train!" I yelled. Again, I think I rattled her. "Come on, Bulma, don't be this way."
"What is wrong with you? You keep exploding anger at me like it's nothing. I just want to know if you're okay. I can help you." Those words, for some odd reason, felt like music to my ears. I can't recall the last time someone offered to help me with such a difficult task. It has been hard.
For me, time moved in slow motion when, outside, it was moving at normal. I held up my arms and moved closer to the woman. The look on her face told me she was so confused. As soon as there wasn't a lot of space between us, I wrapped my arms around her. I hugged her. It took her about a second before she hugged back. "Thank you." I whispered into her ear. It was the hormones again.
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