A few weeks later Faith was happily tending to her flower garden out in front of her home. She was kneeling on green foam matt, wearing a pair of khaki pants and dark green tank top and sandals and her hair was pulled up under her large sun hat. She tried to ignore the fact that she was being monitored by the young man from the future. He sat a few yards away under a tree his sketch pad resting on his knees and his collection of colors in a case beside his hip.
Glancing over her shoulder at him she watched his face scrunch as he looked at his drawing. She had tried a few days ago to see what he was sketching so intently but he told her it wasn't finished and kept it to himself. He smiled at her before turning back to his work.
She itched her cheek with the back of her wrist trying to not smudge dirt on her face, a slight twinge in her back made her straighten her posture, pulling off her gloves she looked up at into the sky trying to utilize some of the meditation techniques Vegeta insisted she learn. She looked over at the gravity room knowing Vegeta was in there training twice as hard as normal in a basic model that was slowly being upgraded.
She felt so awful for how concerned Vegeta has been. He was with her as much as possible. He catered to her every want and desire, he helped her sit, stand, into the shower, out of the shower, over to see Bulma and back, he was just so anxious all the time. He had even attempted to make her breakfast one morning, it didn't end very well but she now was at ease in knowing that the smoke detectors were fully functional. She giggled at the memory.
Looking around for something to help her stand, she found nothing, glancing at Trunks she saw him so focused on his art she didn't want to disrupt him. She just had to alter her position. So she extended her legs and sat her butt on the green matt, letting her arms bear her weight behind her, she heard a faint crying of one of doctor Briefs many cats.
A small calico cat, no more than a year old, cried as it made its way over to her. She stroked the soft multi colored fur watching as it stretched its legs tentatively putting a paw on her lap. She welcomed the small animal onto her legs, purring loudly she made herself right at home, circling three times before laying down in a tight ball enjoying the sun and plentiful pets.
Tipping her head up to the sun she enjoyed the warming sensation on her skin. She closed her eyes and tried to meditate. Vegeta had begun to teach her the ancient art of meditation in order to help her remain calm in stressful situations; she figured it was just a way to keep her still for an hour when he didn't have to worry about her moving without him.
Trunks looked up and saw his mother basking in the sun with a cat on her lap who was also soaking up some rays. He looked back at his sketch and looked up at her; he was on his third drawing. The subject of his art was something he found captivating. His mother, he would sketch her in some of the most candid moment's, one while she was giving blood in the lab with Bulma, the look of determination on her face as she disregarded the pain of the injection, the second during an embrace with his father after dinner when he thought no one was looking; he had taken her in his arms from behind as she made herself a bowl of strawberry ice cream wearing the biggest smile on her face as he kissed some of the frozen treat off her cheek, and now as she enjoyed her life at the moment, everything was perfect in this one instant, the slight smile on her face, than sun highlighting her tan skin and giving her that beautiful pregnancy glow everyone talked about. He wanted to keep his work with him and yet part of him also wanted to share it with the people who had come to mean so much to him in this time, however like most artist he was his own worst enemy and felt as if his sketches were not very well done.
He watched over her when Vegeta was training. It gave the prince, and Bulma, piece of mind to know that if something happened someone would be there. Turning back to his sketch he softened some lines with his fingers, he was trying to figure out how to get the shadowing just right. He was adding more lines and curves, a little bit of color here and a bit of shadow there. Then his watch went off, signaling it was time for Faiths appointment.
He walked over to her and stood in her light to cast a shadow on her face. "How ya feeling?"
She smiled up at him, still stroking the soft fur. "Fine, you? You were pretty intense with your drawing. Are you going to show me what you're working on yet?" She awoke the small kitten that stretched and hopped off her lap making its way off into the shrubs to do cat things.
"Not quite, are you ready?" He offered her his hands.
"Is it that time already?" She accepted his offer and let him assist her onto her feet.
"Yup, Wow, are you working out with Vegeta?" He squeezed her bicep muscles which were slowly becoming more defined.
"No, I think it's a side effect of the injections. I'll take it though. "She giggled.
The injection Bulma was giving her on a daily regiment made her feel incredible. She felt stronger, more powerful; her body had also undergone some changes. Her arms and legs were toning up, her skin becoming more firm, her back didn't hurt nearly as much from the awkward weight of her child throwing her off balance and her butt looked amazing, or so Vegeta would enlighten her.
Her insomnia however did not improve, if anything it was getting worse. She still awoke several times a night. She still found it difficult to get comfortable, whether it be in position or in temperature. She would have night sweats and they would intensify from the natural heat radiating off her Saiyin prince and it made them both miserable, other times she would freeze and shake uncontrollably while trying to get as close to her lover as possible. Her night cravings became more frequent and stranger, the other night she searched the well stocked kitchen for pickles, root beer and hot sauce, for her pickles.
That she could deal with, the other reason she would awake would be the terrible, horrifying nightmares. However they were the strangest dreams, almost not like dreams at all. The appeared to be memories, like Vegetas memories. She would find herself on a massive ship as a young child, maybe 11 or 12 being beaten by some freaky alien genotype. Then she found herself on a lush planet an evil feeling coursing through her as she blasted away its inhabitants without a second thought or care, the only feeling was a sick sense of satisfaction and excitement.
She would shoot straight up, gasping for air and a sick feeling would settle over her until she got up and shook the sensation out. This would make her prince worry and sit up losing sleep as well. She never discussed them with him, afraid of how it might make him feel or if he would regress and become depressed and she certainly didn't want to make him worry any more than he already did. Whenever she was awake he was awake, even though he pretended to remain in his dream state, she knew he was monitoring her energy level around the house, always aware of where she was.
Entering the infirmary she took her usual seat on the gurney, offering her shoulder for the standard injection, Bulma wouldn't tell her what was in it, she would only call it a special concoction.
Trunks took up his usual spot by the door, leaning against the wall one foot up with his arms crossed over his chest, he looked so much like Vegeta in that moment it was a bit unsettling. Just then Bulma came in with the needle, cotton ball, and alcohol swab; she smiled and put all the items on a sterile medical tray.
Taking her vitals, she checked her pulse, reflexes, and measurements of her belly. She wiped her shoulder with the alcohol pad then injected her swiftly.
"So how are you feeling? Any side effects, well, apart from the fact that you are smoking hot?" She giggled.
"Um," She began nervously, the last few weeks she had managed to hide her hair under hats, bandanas and scarves, the latest side effect was somewhat unsettling. "Actually yeah, there is one new one."
Both of the geniuses looked at her cautiously wondering what it could be.
Nervously she reached up to the brim of her hat. "Don't you dare laugh." She warned before taking the rather large sun hat off her head and slowly shaking her hair loose from the tucked up bun it had been in.
They gasped.
"Faith…your hair…" Bulma reached forward tentatively and picked up a curl that had fallen over her shoulder. Her thick chocolate brown hair that was naturally slightly curly with natural caramel highlights was now a deep amethyst color with lavender highlights. It had also grown quite quickly, it normally fell just past her shoulders but now it rested below her breasts brushing the top of her rounded belly.
"It's beautiful." She rolled the locks through her fingers. "It matches your eyes beautifully." She said in awe.
"It's purple." She huffed. "No offense Trunks." She returned his smirk.
"No worries, I agree with Bulma. It's beautiful." He came over and gently thread his fingers through a small mass of wavy curls on her other side.
The bluenette smiled, "I would ask if you had any family members with this color," She cast her eyes down to the ring her friend wore, "But I know you…don't remember." She finished shyly, shaking herself straight she gazed at her again. "This is so not fair. How is it you are this beautiful?"
Faith blushed.
"Vegeta's one lucky guy, what does he think of your new do?" She noticed Trunks had once again opened his sketch pad and was moving his hand rapidly looking from his paper to his mother and back again as if he was afraid they would move quickly and he would lose his inspiration.
She shrugged. "I don't know, he's so busy with training and," She ran her delicate fingers through her hair and sighed, "Catering to my every need." She smirked.
"He' becoming over protective again huh?"
"That episode a few weeks ago really scared him. I mean, it scared me too but now he's back to treating me like glass. Its' like if he looks at me wrong I'll break, Kami forbid I do my own house work, thank you by the way for having your cleaning lady come and tidy things up. I appreciate it."
"Sure sure, no problem, as for Vegeta….well, just thinks a few more weeks and all the drama should be over. You'll be holding your son in your arms in just six weeks!" She burst with pride trying to keep up beat that she was closer to being out of the woods now that she had a bit of help from extra terrestrial DNA.
"I know I'm so excited." She looked to the young man in the room. "I can't wait." She smiled and rubbed small comforting circles on her belly. "I supposed, I should get home and start to make dinner before he can tell me no." She stood and grabbed her hat piling her hair up under the covering.
"Oh what are you making?"
"His favorites, it's kind of…well …..Special."
"Oh? How so?" She loved to make her squirm.
"It's an anniversary of sorts…two years." She blushed almost painfully.
Her eyes widened at the admission. She hadn't realized that almost two years had gone by since Trunks had come to this time the first time. Only A few more months until the Androids would be unleashed….only weeks until they find out if they could save her life.
"Well, have fun. Enjoy yourselves."
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She sauntered across the grounds to her home, opening the windows she let in the cool breeze cooling off the small unit. She pulled out a roast, veggies, and a loaf of bread dough that she just needed to bake. Putting all the ingredients into the crock pot she glanced at the clock. She had roughly two hours before Vegeta would come through the door and wonder what was for supper. She knew it would be like clockwork.
Deciding on a shower and a little bit of pampering she took a bath, soaking in the floral scented bubbles that relaxed and eased her muscles. Shaving her legs quickly she scrubbed her body with a sugar scrub before releasing the water and standing to wash off. Using her favorite apple shampoo and conditioner she washed day out of her hair before grabbing the body wash she only used when she wanted to feel a little sexy.
Wrapping herself in a large fluffy towel she wrapped her new purple hair in a towel and retreated to her bedroom. She pulled on a new maternity dress, again courtesy of Bunny, that was tea length with ¾ sleeves, the material was slightly stretchy and flattered her inflated figure making her feel like a woman and not just a frumpy fat pregnant lady. She pulled on her black satin flats and took the towel out of her hair. Adding a bit of product she fluffed and scrunched the natural curls before tying half of it back with a simple black clip. She admired her reflection briefly before she heard the door shut signaling her significant others arrival. Looking at the bed side clock she saw it was five p.m. on the dot.
Vegeta stood looking into the crock pot, lid inn his hand a fork in the other ready to spear a piece of meat when she cleared her throat. She smirked when he jumped actually dropping the lid to the counter. He whipped around and found her leaning against the door frame smirking at him. It was VERY rare that people were able to startle him, but with his rigorous training and irregular sleep schedule he found he was slipping, letting his guard down when she was around knowing she posed no physical threat to him.
He let his eyes roam over her full figure, large breasts, swollen belly and widened hips. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Of everything in the universe he had ever been privileged to witness she was the most stunning and priceless gift his eyes had the joy of beholding.
"Nuh huh." She sauntered over to him. "It's not finished." She smiled. "About half an hour yet." She gasped in surprise when he wrapped his arms around her and captured her lips in a deep kiss. Feeling his hand wander towards her bottom she rallied her will power and pulled back. "You should shower." She panted.
"I'd rather just fu-"
She silenced him with a chaste kiss as he returned her to her upright position. "I have plans for us. Go shower."
He sighed and let his hand rest gently on her belly. "Don't go anywhere." He sauntered to the bedroom knowing she was watching the way his muscles moved beneath the tight fabric of his workout clothes.
AUTHORS NOTE: Ok, so here's the thing, very very busy lately…I don't even want to get started on the chaos that is my life at the moment. But I had an epiphany the other day and decided. I'm going to get as many chapters typed up and published as I can and then will go back later and edit them. So from this point out it will be about getting chapters up for you guys while still maintaining good writing. I don't want to throw anything out there….but if there is something you would like me to change, add or explain or if there are some scenes you would like me to add or to elaborate on let me know so I can keep tabs and then go through with an edited version..That is where I will fix wording, content and over all just flow of the story. So bear with me and keep the reviews coming. I'm trying to get them to you as fast as I can. Thank you guys so much for sticking with me! Xoxoxo