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Chapter 10

I've been trying to keep my distance between everyone as much as possible. For the past month, it's been nothing but train, eat, and sleep. Eating has been difficult because I never know what I want anymore which is horrible. I would stand at the refrigerator for minutes saying the same thing. "Sweet or meat? Sweet or meat? Sweet or meat?" Eventually, I just threw them together. Who cares? No one sees anyway.

Whenever I was done eating, I would go back to training and come in to sleep when everyone else was. But lately, my training has been very weak. I had to stop and start because I would suddenly be out of breath or have those…what are they…Braxton Hicks Contractions. That baby needs to hurry up and find a comfortable position! Plus, I've been having leg cramps and swollen feet.

It was day 195 and I have only 85 days left. I've made it to the last trimester, a day away from 28 weeks, and a day away from finishing the seventh month. It's only a matter of time until the baby is delivered. Today, I cut my training short due to my feet being too swollen to fit into my shoes. If I continue to do this, I'm going to have to do more training next year and the year after that. Why did she have to get pregnant now?

I plopped onto the couch when I thought I was alone. I took off my boots (with a great deal of struggling might I add). Then, the woman came in, pushing a huge box. "Can you help me with something?" She asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Don't you know that I'm on break?"

"I see that, but this is a challenge." That woman knows I can't refuse a challenge. It's in my Saiyan blood to never turn down a challenge.

"What is it?" I asked.

"In this box is the baby's new crib. I was wondering if you could put it together. I couldn't do it because of the baby being in the way and Dad's busy." Before I could refuse, she continued on. "I kind of figured that a strong warrior like you can be able to put up a simple baby's crib. But I could always call Chi Chi."

"Kakkarot's wife?" I spat out. She nodded. "But she's a woman!"

"What's your point?"

"I am capable of putting a crib together! Give me that!" I snatched the box from the floor and carried it to my room.

Now, this shouldn't be difficult, I thought. But I was wrong. I opened the pack and poured out the contents which consisted of hundreds of little parts. Let this be training for my patients! "Insert part A to part B." I said to myself. Done. "Slide part B so that it matches part C but doesn't touch part D. Flip part D and connect it to part E." Oh boy. Done. "Now, with part E, inject part F with the tap of a hammer… What?" I sighed. This is definitely testing my patients. I grabbed the hammer and tinkered around with these tiny parts.

An hour later, I started to get really frustrated. I made it to part T2. What has a part T2? "You piece of junk!" I yelled, gripping the hammer to a point where the top breaks off. "Oh, just great. This is going to take a while.

It wasn't until another three hours and several trips to the bathroom later when I finished it. It was eleven o'clock at night and I finally finished it! I dragged the crib outside of my room. "Hey, woman!" I called. "I finished it! And you said I couldn't do it!" I let out a laugh.

"Oh, Vegeta, I…" As soon as I got into the living room, I saw her father with another crib identical to mine and already built.

"What is this?" I asked as if it were some unearthly substance. "You had me building for four hours and you go out and buy one already built?" I yelled.

"Vegeta, it's just that I thought you'd given up by now." She said as if it were no big deal.

"I'm a Saiyan, woman! Saiyans don't give up!" I took a hand and let out a gentle ki blast that was light enough to blow the crib to smithereens! "This is the crib he'll be using."

"Thanks, Vegeta. It's wonderful!"

I nodded. "With four hours of hard labor, it better be wonderful!" Four hours of labor. Oh no. My eyes widened at the realization that Bulma will be in labor soon. I wonder what was going to happen.

"Vegeta, are you okay?" Bulma asked. "You look pale."

"I'm fine." I took a deep breath. It's not going to happen for another month or so, so why am I so anxious? I'm sure the woman won't be in too much pain. Then again, my own mother died of childbirth and she's a Saiyan! "I need to speak to you." I told her.

"Okay." She followed me to my room before I shut the door and stared out the window. "What is this about?"

"It's about this whole childbirth process. What is it like for humans?"

She thought for a minute. "Do you want me to be specific?" I nodded, still staring out the window and at the moon. "Well…, there are muscle contractions, the mom would be in pain for a while, the baby comes out, and we're all happy."

I turned around in a heartbeat. "That's not being specific at all!"

"Well, Vegeta, I am a first time mother, you know!" She sighed in exaggeration. "What do you need to know?"

I turned my attention back to the moon. It was full tonight and nearly blinding. "I need to know how if humans survive from it."

"Of course they would. My mom is alive."

"What if she got lucky?"

"Let me put it this way. Only the very unlucky ones die. It isn't that likely." She chuckled a little. "Why? Are you worried about me?"

I was mostly worried for myself but that's beside the point. "You're the one raising the kid." It told her. "Not me. If anything happened to you…"

"You'll miss me?"

I didn't respond. If I did, she'll keep going on and on. Instead, I exited the room and went back into the Gravity Room, hoping that I won't be needed to come back out for a long time.

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