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A/N: This is my most reviewed story so far. That doesn't mean to stop reviewing! Just one thing before you continue to read. I was in the moment while I was writing this so there might be some gramatical errors. That just shows you that something good's going to happen! Anyway, I hope you like it!

Chapter 11

"Vegeta! Come out!" Bulma shouted. She's been shouting for the past thirty days. I've been in here during all waking hours and she's been worrying and shouting. "Vegeta!" I always ignored her and continued expanding my strength and knowledge of my own body. But thirty days later, she started shouting something worth listening to. "You won't believe who came by!"

At first, I thought it was Kakkarot. What would he want? He probably came to say that I'm the greatest! I'm the first class warrior and therefore superior! Then, I thought that was a little too easy for him to admit. It was only a fantasy. Curios, I opened the door and saw the woman holding her unborn child with one arm and leaning on the wall with the other. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"He's just excited." She answered, talking about the infant. "Come on inside. Someone's here to see you."

"Who?"

"Just come inside." She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the front door. "Here he is!" She shouted into the house.

"Vegeta, hi." It was the boy, Trunks.

Of course, I was interested in why he was here. What if something happens and there are more than two androids? "What are you doing here?" I asked.

"First tell me what month and day this is."

"It's the twelfth of April. Now, tell me what you are here for?" I asked, getting impatient. I don't like playing games.

"Okay, good." He said to himself. "I'm a week early."

"For what?"

"For the baby of course!" He smiled.

"The baby?" Everyone asked as Bulma and I nearly shouted.

"That's impossible!" I yelled. "This is day 225. We still have 55 more days left!"

"How do you know the baby will be born in a week?" Bulma asked. "I mean I know you're from the future, but do you know him?"

He blushed and shrugged. "Well, of course. We're kind of close. You can say that we're like twins. Anyway my… I mean his…birthday is April eighteenth."

"Six days?" I asked. Six more days left. No more back pain. No more swollen feet. No more abnormal behavior. But then there would be the labor to go through. I've seen on TV the pain these women go through. I should be able to handle it because I'm a Saiyan warrior! But my own mother… "Six days?"

"Yes." He answered. "Are you okay? You don't look so good."

"Six days…" was all I could say. That was all I could think about.

"Mom… I mean, Bulma… Aren't you excited about that? No more discomfort from the baby anymore."

She shook her head. "I'm more nervous than excited." She said. "I haven't been having any discomfort at all since I found out that I was pregnant." Then she whispered. "For some reason, that's Vegeta's department. It's a theory I've been thinking about: The Voodoo Theory. He's psychologically stressed so he's just imagining all of the symptoms and ends up having it."

"You don't say." He whispered back, looking back at me. I could feel his stare but I was still spaced out. Only six days.

"Vegeta, you should lie down. You look pretty pale." Bulma said.

"Is he still sick from the last time I was here?"

"No, he's been better. He might just be in shock."

"Six days." I said before everything started to get darker. My vision disappeared as I started to lose control of my body. Then, after colliding with the floor, I was out.

I woke up on the couch with an ice pack on my head. The boy from the future was sitting by me on a chair pulled out from the kitchen, watching nothing. He was staring out into space, thinking. Bulma was on the phone making an appointment to see the doctor as soon as possible. I turned my attention back to the boy, wondering what he could be thinking about. He was just sitting there like a statue. I don't think he even realized that I was awake, so I closed my eyes again.

"Thursday? No, I'm going to need it sooner than that." Bulma was arguing. "No, I can't tell you specifically why. It's an emergency." She waited. "I have a question about my baby and I have to ask you soon." She waited. "Fine! I'll just come over there appointment or no appointment!" She slammed the phone on the receiver.

"No luck?" The boy asked.

"Nope. I'm just going to have to go over there myself." She sighed. "How's Vegeta?"

I heard the fabric of his jacket move: a shrug. "Fine, I guess." He sighed. "I feel like I've caused trouble."

"You didn't. In fact, you did us all a favor. Well, you did me a favor. I think you just shocked Vegeta. He'll be fine."

"I hope. He had me worried with all of that 'six days' talk."

Why did he have to remind me? "Six days…" I said faintly. 55 days went down to six so quickly.

"Vegeta, are you okay?" Bulma asked.

"I'm fine." I sat upwards and took the ice from my forehead to prove it.

"Well, I'm going to the doctor." Bulma picked up her purse. "Have you seen Dad?"

"He might be in the lab." The boy said. "I'll go get him for you."

"It's okay." Once she was gone, Trunks went back to his statue position.

"What are you thinking about?" I had to ask.

"Oh, nothing. It's just that I'm going to see someone…really close to me being born. It's an honor that you'll let me see that." He smiled. "You will let me see it won't you?"

I couldn't help but to smile. This kid wants to see a child being born into this world. Come to think of it, I've been stressed out by the pain of labor to expect what will come out of it. This is supposed to be a miracle. What kind of warrior would I be if I don't witness this kind of miracle? I would be the kind of warrior that doesn't anything but ruthless battles. I need to be an all-around good warrior and see everything my father never got to see. These eyes need to see it for his sake. "Of course." His eyes should see everything his father can't as well. I don't know what happened to him, but he must be a great fighter.

"Thank you."

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