The Birth of Bulla (Without Whis this is a normal birth with lots of cuteness!)
"Ohh! Vegeta!" Bulma cried out in the wee hours of the morning.
Vegeta quickly rolled over to his distressed wife, immediately sitting up and grabbing her hand.
"What's wrong Bulma?" He asked.
"C-contraction." She whimpered, squeezing his hand tightly.
"Is it time?" He asked, flicking the lamp on. Her face was contorted with back, her free hand gripping her very large protruding stomach.
She continued to breath, trying her best to wait out the intense pain. Her due dates wasn't for another couple of days, these contractions were normal.
Finally, it passed, her breaths coming in pants. She loosened her grip on Vegeta's hand, he noticed that her face was very flushed.
"Is it time to go?" He asked again now that her contraction was over.
She took a deep breath, "No. Not yet. The doctor said I'll have irregular contractions."
Vegeta frowned, "They seem to be coming more frequently."
"Yeah, that'll happen." She rolled over, which took more effort because of her beach ball stomach. She leaned against him, resting her head on his chest.
He took a deep breath and stared at her for a moment, concerned about his wife. But he trusted her, if she said it wasn't time yet, then it wasn't time. He turned the light off and laid back against their pillows. He closed his eyes, still worrying about her.
She smiled to herself; he had been so amazing during her whole pregnancy. Doing whatever she needed, getting her whatever she wanted and just being her for her. It was amazing, a big turnaround from the man who didn't bat an eye at the announcement of her first pregnancy.
That Morning
Panchy (That's her name, I always thought it was Kitty!) had taken over the cooking since Bulma could barely stand but a few moments on her very swollen feet.
Trunks and Vegeta were already seated at the table, always eagerly awaited food. Bulma waddled in from her third trip to the bathroom this morning. She sighed as she sat in her seat.
"I tell you one thing, I cannot wait to have this baby. All these extra trips to the restroom are killing me!" She complained.
"Oh, dear don't worry! Soon you'll have a precious little baby so it's all worth it in the end," Panchy said, "Breakfast is ready." She said as she laid the mountains of food down onto the table.
As was everyone eating breakfast, Bulma suddenly dropped her fork and gasped. She clutched her stomach, trying to breath out this very intense contraction.
Vegeta paused in his eating and placed a hand on her back. She gasped and grabbed his hand, a bead of sweat dripping down from her forehead.
"Oh, wow, that was the worst one." She said after a good four minutes.
"Is it time?" Vegeta asked, his worry showing on his face.
"I-I'm not sure…That one was really bad though." She said, rubbing her now sore stomach.
"Maybe you should call the doctor mama?" Trunks said.
Bulma shook her head, "No. He said to wait until they're six minutes apart."
Vegeta frowned, "But you just said the contraction was very painful, why wait?"
She took a deep breath, "Because if we rush in now, he'll just send us back."
Vegeta grumbled, annoyed that he couldn't do anything to help.
After Breakfast
Bulma had retreated back to their bedroom, the morning proving to be very tiring so she decided on a midmorning nap. Vegeta stayed close, just in case she needed him. He stayed on the balcony, training quietly.
She tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable but the pressure on her pelvis made that nearly impossible. She groaned loudly, alarming Vegeta who rushed into the bedroom.
"What?" He asked, looking slightly panicked.
"Ugh, I can't get comfortable!" She said, sitting up and throwing a pillow onto the foot of the bed.
Vegeta frowned, "Maybe you should give the doctor a call, just to make sure everything's okay."
Bulma sighed, "Vegeta, it's fine. I'm fine. I'm just a little uncomf—," suddenly a large amount of warm liquid gushed out of her body and onto the bed. Bulma gasped and wretched the blanket off her.
"W-what is that?!" Vegeta asked in a very panicked tone, staring at the very wet sheets.
"M-my water just broke!" Bulma said, trying to get out of the bed.
Vegeta rushed to her side quickly and grabbed her by the arm to help her off the bed.
"Ohh, ohh, hold on." Bulma paused, trying to regulate her breathing as a powerful contraction his her.
Vegeta gently rubbed her back and held her hand. He could see the pain written across her face. Her head rolled back and her hips slightly leaned forward as she tried to wait out the pain.
"Oh, wow, I definitely think it's time to go to the hospital now." She said.
Vegeta nodded and helped her walk to the dresser so she could change her pants.
"Vegeta, will you get the bag out of the closet?" She asked.
Vegeta retrieved the bag at lightning speed, flinging it over his shoulders and returning to his wife's side.
"Okay, let's go." She said, starting to waddle off towards the large garage.
Vegeta helped her but about halfway she leaned against the wall as another contraction hit her. She clutched her stomach.
"Ugh, go tell Trunks we're leaving." She said.
"Let's just get to the car." He said.
She shot him a glare, "Vegeta! Tell him!"
Vegeta sighed and rushed off to the boy's room. He was playing some video game.
"Trunks, I'm taking your mother to the hospital now." He told him.
"Really?" Trunks said excitedly, he couldn't wait for his baby sibling to arrive.
"Yes, come help now." Vegeta flung the bag to him the rushed back to where Bulma was.
She was still leaning against the wall, eyes squeezed shut.
"Come here." Vegeta said as he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the car.
Bulma's grip was tight as she tried to stifle her groans.
Vegeta placed her in the front seat of the car then ran to the driver's side.
"Ohhh, Vegeta hurry up." Bulma gasped, another contraction hitting her. She was concerned because they didn't come this fast with Trunks. Then again she was older…
Vegeta sped down the road, ignoring multiple traffic signals and receiving many honks from angry drivers.
They arrived at the hospital in less than ten minutes, Vegeta had really hustled.
"Get the bag Trunks." Vegeta told his son as he helped Bulma out of the car.
She was gasping and trying the Lamaze breathing but it wasn't working. What a waste of a Saturday.
"Hi, Bulma Briefs here for Dr. Larson." Bulma gasped out.
"Ah, yes Mrs. Briefs, we weren't expecting you until Thursday." The chipper nurse said.
"Well, there's been a change in plans." She breathed, clutching her stomach.
"Okay, well, there's a bit of a wait. But it shouldn't be too long, if you could just fill these out while you wait." The nurse said.
"Oh god, please no, I need a room now. I reserved the room months ago, luxury suite." Bulma said.
"Yes, well they have to sanitize it. There was a couple that just discharged from the room. They're cleaning it up for you." She said.
Bulma groaned and snatched the clipboard away from her. Vegeta helped her to the cluster of seats. He was irritated that the stupid humans wouldn't take his wife back to her reserved room. Didn't humans understand what reserved meant.
"Oh, god," She groaned, her fingernails digging in his arm.
Vegeta growled, god damn it where were these pathetic humans!
Finally, someone retrieved them. Vegeta helped Bulma out of her seat, careful not to hurt her anymore.
"Alright Mrs. Briefs, please change into this and I'll be back to check on you." The doctor handed her a patient's gown.
Trunks was waiting outside of the room while his father helped his mother change her clothes. Once she was changed, Vegeta helped her onto the bed.
"Ungh, Vegeta, it hurts!" Bulma whimpered.
Vegeta growled, "Where is that damn doctor! Isn't there something he can give you?" Vegeta started to storm off but Bulma grabbed his arm.
"No, don't leave me." She said.
"Okay, I'm not leaving. I promise." He told her, but he wanted nothing more than to get the damn doctor and make his wife feel better.
After a good ten minutes, the doctor walked back in. Vegeta was hatefully glaring at him. His wife was literally withering in pain and this jackass doctor was fluttering around like it was no big deal.
"Let's take a look," the doctor slid a gloved hand inside of her, which made Vegeta buck a little.
"What are you doing?" He demanded.
"I'm checking her process. This is the only way to determine that." He said.
Bulma was trying to control herself from jerking away as the doctor's fingers poked around inside of her. He was very persistent, like Vegeta but in a non-pleasurable way.
"Well, it seems your about seven centimeters dilated. Just a few more hours and you'll be there." He announced.
"Is there any way I can get something for the contractions?" Bulma asked, her hairline sweaty.
"Unfortunately, there's five women ahead of you. So it'll be probably close to two hours." He said.
"What!? Two hours! I can't lay here for two hours! Dear god please! I'll pay you whatever amount of money you want, just please dope me up with something! I can't take this!" Bulma cried.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Briefs' there's nothing I can do." He said.
"Nothing you can do? You idiot you're a doctor, give her something." Vegeta snarled.
"Again, I'm sorry, I know it's upsetting to hear, but I'm positive you'll be fine." The doctor left the room.
"Vegeta, I can't sit here in pain like this," Bulma said desperately, her hands clutching his arm.
Vegeta growled, "Let me go speak to the jackass with the drugs."
Vegeta stalked out of the room, arms cross. After he told his son to wait with his mother in the room. Vegeta found the anesthesiologist easily enough, he was coming out of another room.
"Out of the way, got a job to do." The man had the nerve to snap at Vegeta.
"Go into room 303 and give my wife some drugs to make her feel better." Vegeta growled.
"Look, I got like ten women waiting on medicine, your wife's not that important."
Vegeta's chest puffed out and he grabbed the foolish man by his collar and slammed him into the wall.
"Now look here you jackass, my wife is in pain and requires your medication. Now, we can do this the easy way, which is you go into that room give her the medication right now. Or we can do it the fun way, which is me beating you to a pulp and dragging you into that room and giving her the medication then I'll continue to beat you until there is nothing left. Now, what's your choice?"
The man swallowed, "L-look buddy, I have a job to do…"
Vegeta lit up, his anger flaring now. The man's eyes widened.
"I'll be right there!" He said quickly.
Vegeta released him and walked back into the room. Bulma was holding Trunks' hand, squeezing it until it was white. He was moving and bouncing in all sorts of funny ways as his mother squeezed the life out of his hand.
"The man is coming to give you the medicine." Vegeta told her.
"Oh, thank god!" Bulma groaned.
Vegeta took Trunks' place by her side. Grabbing her hand once again.
The idiot Vegeta encountered had finally come to give Bulma the pain medication. She gave a loud sigh of relief.
When the pain medication spread through her body, Bulma sighed in relief, smiling like a drugged-up fool. Though, Vegeta couldn't blame her.
"Ohhh, thank god." Bulma said happily, absentmindedly rubbing her engorged stomach.
"Good." Vegeta said, flexing his hand below the side of the bed so no one saw that his human wife had actually hurt him. But only slightly.
A few hours later and a few doses of pain medicine later, Bulma was ready to push. Trunks decided to leave the room. He had planned on staying but after his mother nearly ripped his hand off he thought it better to stay as far away as possible.
Vegeta watched, controlling his expressions, as he watched his wife pushed. He held her hand but was staring down at the juncture of her legs to watch the birth of his child. He wasn't there to see Trunks' birth, so he wanted to be right here this time.
"Here comes the head," The doctor said.
Vegeta squinted his eyes, looking for anything that had never been there before. He was quite acquainted with his wife beautiful snatch. After a few moments of intense staring a head did start to appear. He could see a tuff of turquoise hair matching his wife's.
After a few more pushes the head was completely out along with the shoulders. The doctor pulled and twisted the baby until it fell out of her with a plop. As soon as the baby was it out it let out a loud wail. Loud enough to hurt everyone's ears.
Immediately, Vegeta noticed the gender. He was utterly shocked and hadn't considered the possibility of his second born to be female. He frowned internally, careful not to let the slight disappointment show on his face, Bulma would surely kill him.
He had hoped for a second son, so he could expand his family and beat Kakarrot's brood. He knew this child would most certainly take after Bulma; makeup, frilly dresses, shopping… not an interest in training.
"A girl! Oh Vegeta! She's beautiful!" Bulma cried as the doctor laid the newborn on her chest.
Vegeta lifted on corner of his mouth, the closest he could come to a genuine smile in front of strangers.
"Yes." He said to her.
After a few more moments of skin to skin Bulma grabbed Vegeta's hand and placed it on his new daughter's back. The baby was whimpering, shaking in the cold air. But the whimpering seemed more of an irritated cry.
The nurse appeared to take the baby, "We just need to run some tests on her, then she'll be right back."
"We have a daughter Vegeta," Bulma said happily, her legs still in the air while the doctor fixed her up.
He nodded, choosing not to fall in the happy cloud that Bulma was currently in; someone needed to be lucid.
An hour later after the doctor had finished up and left, the nurse came in holding a freshly bathed baby girl swaddled in a cozy blanket. She handed her to Bulma.
Bulma smiled widely, "Hello sweet girl."
Vegeta watched from his seat on the chair, torn between wanting to hold her and keeping up his tough guy façade. Bulma peeked over at him and chuckled; she knew he wanted to hold his daughter but didn't want to seem weak, so, she helped him out.
"Vegeta, get your butt over here and hold her!" She demanded.
Vegeta grit his teeth, but was relieved that she had told him to hold her. Vegeta made a cradle with his arms and let Bulma put their baby in his arms. The baby made an irritated noise, wiggling her small body to find comfort, then settled, sighing contently.
Vegeta stared at her intensely; she had a spike blue tuff of hair at the top of her head, the shape somewhat resembling his. She was big, sturdy like a Sayian baby, just a wee bit smaller her weight on the heavier side of newborn normal. It was a little too early to define her features because each day that would change. As of right now, she looked like a squashy marsh mellow with blue fire hair.
Vegeta pulled back the blanket, curious to see if his daughter had inherited a very prominent Sayian trait. He was happy to find that she did have a tail. (I feel like at least one of Vegeta's kids should have had a tail. That would have been cool in DBS) Her tail was curled in the warmth of the blanket around her feet; it was long and fluffy.
He didn't know much about Sayian baby analogy because he had been shipped off when he was young but he did remember his tail being fuzzier than his father's when he was a child, so it must have been a normal thing. Or maybe the female had fuzzier tails because his mother's tail was fuzzier and she was full grown.
"Look, Bulma," Vegeta said as he slightly turned the baby.
Bulma looked over, curious to see what had her husband so mesmerized. Bulma's eyes widened.
"She has a t-tail?" she said, mouth agape.
Vegeta's smile was superior, "Huh, she's more like me than I thought. Good, I'm glad at least one of our children has this incredible appendage."
"Oh god, now I'm going to have to cut holes in all her clothes and diapers! And the other kids will tease her!" Bulma groaned.
"Chu, if they tease her she can just turn into the oozaru and squash them like the inferior beings they are."
"There will be now squashing of any kind." Bulma said, wondering how much trouble she'd get in if she'd just have them remove it. Vegeta surely wouldn't be so mad.