Disclaimer: "Oh my gosh, they're STILL at it?" Yes, they are. So beware people because there is still lemon in this chapter. There is also something else that I won't mention because I don't want to spoil it for you, but if you are squeamish, sensitive and don't like blood and gore, don't read. I'll say it one more time, I do not own Dragonball Z or any of it's characters.
A New Beginning
Eighteen sitting downstairs watching TV had to turn up the volume to drown out the loud vocalization coming from the room upstairs. That is so gross… she thought to herself and arched her lip at the thought of what was going on in there. She could hear Faith screaming, moaning and groaning like a mad woman, Seventeen's heaving breaths, grunting and groaning, and names being called out. "Oh, Seventeen …." Faith moaned loudly. "Oh Faith…." "Ooooh, ahhhh, Seventeen …" "Ooooh Faith…" Forty-five minutes later, they lay on top of each other completely winded. Seventeen caught his breath first, since his infinite energy gives him lots of stamina and the ability to regain it quickly. He looked down at his gasping partner couldn't help but be amazed. Not only did she make him nut twice, but she also made him sore. A human made him sore down there. His mind was completely blown away at the fact. "Wow, you were so great!" he sighed out, finally catching his breath all the way. "I… I know!" Faith said through her short and frequent breaths. "My booty is so sore but it feels so good. I probably won't be able to sit for a week!" she laughed and he laughed as well. They both agreed that the experience was extremely satisfying. She is such a little freak, but it's so… intriguing! Seventeen thought as he continued to stare in her eyes. Faith finally caught her breath and then realized that Eighteen was still downstairs waiting for them to come back. "We were pretty loud, weren't we?" she smiled in embarrassment. "Yeah," Seventeen laughed. "Do you think your sister may have heard us?" There was a pause. "Nah, we weren't that loud." He got up from being on top of her and sat up. "Let's get cleaned up and then go downstairs like nothing ever happened." He suggested. Faith was too embarrassed to just go down there now, so she complied.
The two of them went to the bathroom and hopped in the shower at the same time. Laughs and giggles were heard over the roar of the shower water raining on the porcelain floor. Instead of washing individually, they washed each other. From neck to back, from genitals to feet, they cleaned each other and had fun doing it. They were finally done and they dashed towards the bedroom, dripping wet to clothe themselves. They slowly went down the stairs and into the living room to meet Eighteen as if nothing happened, but she knew. She knew before they even did anything. They both sat on the couch next to her and couldn't, for the life of them, think of anything to say. Eighteen tried not to look at them, she knew it would be awkward since she just heard them in action. So they all sat there in silence, and soon, the silence became more awkward than the fact. Seventeen realized that his sister already knew what happened and so he decided to awaken the atmosphere. "Ahem…" he received glances from both women. "So um…" Eighteen said, sensing that he wanted conversation. "We smashed…" Seventeen said bluntly. "I know," Eighteen quickly replied. He felt a huge load off his shoulders and sighed a huge breath of relief. Both he and Faith broke out into a fit of laughter, but it soon dissipated and the three of them went about the rest of their day.
On a beautiful July morning, the sky was lit in a gorgeous blue and painted with fluffy white pillows of clouds. The sun sat regally in the sky, nurturing the life underneath it. The birds sat in the highest of trees with the sturdiest branches, delicately adding element to the picture. Suddenly, they all flocked away in fright at a very shrill and agonizing sound. "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Faith screamed as she felt herself contracting. Her water had already broken and Seventeen was getting ready to take her to the hospital, but her labor obviously wasn't going to take long. He dropped his toothbrush and rushed to the room where he saw his fiancée doubled over with misery written all over her face. "Is it coming already?" he asked frantically, not sure of exactly what to do. "Yeah, we need to go soon." She moaned in pain. "Eighteen!" he called out into the hallway for his sister. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" she said as she slipped her pants up and put on her shoes. Seventeen lifted his bearing lover into his arms and carried her down the stairs, out the door and into the car. Eighteen soon followed behind them and hopped in the passenger's seat. They sped towards the hospital trying to avoid a car crash in the now heavily populated air. Though the ride didn't last long, to Faith, it seemed to last forever. She moaned and groaned in the increasingly painful contractions that plagued her. Eighteen couldn't help but look at her and wonder. She, herself, had never had a child before or even seen someone have one. But she did here people plead for the lives of their children saying that they were the greatest gift to them. This sure didn't look like a gift to her.
They arrived at the hospital and wasted no time to get Faith out of the car and carry her into the large building. "Pregnant woman, where do I go?" Seventeen said with no patience. The secretary at the front desk only glanced up for a second at them and then lazily went back to whatever she was doing. "Does she have insurance?" she asked slowly and routinely. "Insurance?" his patience was almost fully tested. "What don't you understand? She is about to give birth at any moment and you're asking about 'insurance'. Just give me a f*cking room and we'll be on our way!" "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to cooperate or you will have to take your problem to another facility." The secretary said lazily, now writing something unrelated on a form. Eighteen was tired of this nonsense and decided to step forward. "Look, lady, you give me a doctor right now or I will blow your brains out!" she said powering up a ki-blast. Everyone in the lobby retreated in horror and screamed. The secretary's eyes went huge and she shrieked in terror. She grabbed the phone and called the obstetrician to come immediately to the lobby. Within minutes, the doctor was there and he brought a team and a gurney with him. Seventeen gently placed his fiancée onto the gurney and held her hands tight. He wasn't too good on leaving her with all of those people they didn't know. As a matter of fact, he trusted no one with the address "doctor" for obvious reasons. The doctors began rolling her down the hallway to an elevator, but Seventeen grabbed onto the gurney. "Sir, you have to let us do our job." The head doctor said gently and assuringly. Seventeen was still not sure. "How am I so sure that you'll do the right thing?" he showcased his distrust vividly, though the doctor remained sincere. "I am a trained professional and so is my staff here. Your friend—" he was cut off. "Wife!" Seventeen corrected. "…Wife is in good hands." The doctor finished. Seventeen stared the man in his eyes with the might of a lion protecting its cub. But he suddenly felt a soft, warm hand touch his arm. "Sweetie, it's okay." Faith smiled through her pain. "It's alright, I'll be fine." She said, now stroking his skin gently. His heart warmed and he finally let go of the gurney. "We'll call you up shortly." The doctor said as he bid him a salute. Seventeen stood by his sister with his arms crossed, wondering if he made the right choice. Eighteen looked at him and noticed his insecurity. "She's alright. She's a tough girl; she can handle herself." She smiled coolly. Seventeen loosened up a bit and agreed with his sister.
Faith had been given epidural anesthesia to numb the pain as her contractions became more and more frequent. The nurse who examined her cervix came up and declared how far along she was. "Seven centimeters." She said. Faith heard the lady, but she was too deep in her pain to really give much thought to it. The anesthesia didn't take her pain away as well as she was hoping. "Would you like for your family to come in?" the nurse asked, remembering the other two she saw. "Yes, I would love that." Faith responded. Just the thought of Seventeen eased her mind and her pain some. This was going to be one of the happiest moments in her life and the only thing that could make it complete was if the father of her child was right there beside her though the pain. She almost couldn't wait to see his face come through the door. Faith stared at the door waiting for her fiancée to come in. The door handle finally turned after a few minutes and in walked a nurse. "Hey, Ms. Garden! How are you feeling?" she asked. Faith was disappointed that it wasn't who she wanted it to be, but she didn't take it out on her. "In a lot of pain, a little thirsty and waiting for my fiancée and his sister to come up." She replied honestly. "Well, I can get you some water and something to numb the pain for you and you just call me when you need anything, alright?" she said as she started to leave the room. "Kay," was all Faith replied, as she really didn't feel like talking. A few minutes later, a dark haired man walked in and his black hair caught Faith's eye. Is it him? But then he turned around and it was the head doctor, not her Seventeen. Faith sighed in disappointment again. "Feeling any better, Ms. Garden?" the doctor asked. "Not really." Faith said back. She was starting to get annoyed with all of these people coming in asking her questions. "I heard that you were 7 cm in dilation last time. Is that right?" he asked. "Yeah," Faith sighed. She just wanted him to go away. "Well, I'm going to give you some Percocet and hopefully that will take your pain away." He said. Faith nodded. "Just know that once you hit another centimeter, your pain will be in full blast and once you're pushing the baby out, you will have a lot of discomfort." He informed. "I'm looking forward to that." She laughed. "I just want it to be over." "I know, and it will very soon." The doctor smiled and left the room. Faith was left alone for what seemed like an eternity afterwards.
Faith groggily opened her eyes and realized that her whole body was cold except for her left hand. Her vision was hazy and she couldn't make anything out except for a pair of ice blue eyes peering down at her. "She's awake," the voice said softly. That voice… those eyes… could it be… her vision finally gained some focus and then she saw lips, a nose, hair, eye detail, skin, etc. "Seventeen …" she said with her voice softer than a whisper. She had taken the pills and it had knocked her out for a while. "Finally," Eighteen said from the other side of the bed. Faith slowly turned her head over to look at her future sister-in-law and was surprised to see her so close to the bed. She stretched her weak arm out and inched her fingers around Eighteen's. Eighteen was a little shocked and tense, but then she loosened up and grasped her hand too. Faith smiled and then drifted back into slumber. About 30 minutes later, she awoke abruptly by a severe pain and she couldn't hold back her groans. "Faith, are you alright?" Seventeen asked, wondering if she was alright because the heart monitor was beeping super fast. Suddenly, the whole team ran into the room with masks and other gear on. It made Seventeen and Eighteen a little uneasy to see the whole scene. "Check her cervix." The doctor instructed. "Ten centimeters." The nurse declared. "Okay, is everybody ready?" the doctor asked. Faith's grip tightened on her fiancée's hand and her breathing became shallow and frequent. She was groaning so loudly and the pain was so much, she almost couldn't take it. She suddenly felt the urge to push from her vaginal walls. "Oh, my God, what should I do?" Faith asked frantically, not sure whether she should resist or follow through. "On the count of three, I want you to push as hard as you can." The other nurse instructed. "One, two, three…" Faith pushed as hard as she could, feeling a large gush of amniotic fluid rush from her. "Oh, my gosh…" Eighteen stared wide-eyed as she witnessed it and soon realized that she couldn't look anymore. Seventeen watched with a similar expression, but he continued to look out of sheer curiosity of what he'd see next. Faith was completely winded and tired out from the huge effort, but she knew it wasn't over. The baby was still in her. "Okay, that was good! I'm going to need you to do it again okay? As hard as you can on three." The nurse instructed and Faith mentally and physically prepared herself for more trauma. "One, two, three…" Faith pushed again, giving it all she had. The pain was so intense, but the reactions she was getting from the staff gave her hope to push on. "The baby's crowning!" cheered a nurse. Seventeen stared at the unusual sight in a mixture of horror, curiosity, and pride. "One last time, Faith! One, two, three…" Faith felt the pain of the shoulders come out of her birth canal, then another rush of fluid, and finally, relief. In a matter of a few seconds, they heard the sound they've been waiting for nine months.
"Waaaaaaa! Waaaaaaaaa! Waaaaa!"
Faith took a few deep breaths trying to recover from the pain, and then she saw her newborn baby being cleaned off on a table. Eighteen was staring at the infant with the greatest shock anyone had ever seen. Seventeen felt extremely proud of his fiancée and their newborn baby. "Congratulations! It's a girl!" the nurse said happily as she wrapped the baby and brought her over to her mother. Faith cradled the baby and cooed her playfully. She kissed it's extremely soft skin all over and she now had tears in her eyes. "My little baby girl…" she said, mesmerized by the beauty of the child. She looked over at Seventeen who stared at the child with a smile on his face that could only come from a proud father. Faith handled the bundled infant over to him and Seventeen was unsure of how to hold it. It took him a second or two, but he finally held the baby and cradled her close to him. He stared at the baby's little pink face and suddenly, her eyes opened. They were the same icy blue eyes that stared back into hers. She indeed had her father's crystalline eyes. Seventeen saw his reflection in her eyes and suddenly, it hit him. That was his baby, his daughter. Tears began to form and he couldn't bring himself to hold them back. They rolled down his cheek and dropped onto the baby's cheek. She just stared back at her father with curiosity, as everything was interesting for someone who just arrived into the world. "What are you going to name her?" one of the doctors asked in wonder. "I was thinking Judith, for Nurse Judith." The nurse named Judith said. Faith arched her lip at that name. "Sophia," another nurse called out. "Asmerelda," another called. "Sarah," said the head doctor. Faith had enough of their suggestions and already had her mind made up of what she would name her first daughter. "Charity," she said staring at her fiancée. Seventeen looked back at her, then at his daughter and nodded his head in agreement. "Charity Giselle." Faith confirmed. "Can I hold her?" Eighteen asked from the other side of the bed. She had never held a baby and wanted to at least hold her brother's baby, aka her niece. "Of course," Faith smiled brightly as Seventeen passed the baby to her, which she passed to Eighteen. Eighteen wasn't that sold on the child… that is, until her eyes met the baby's. She looked like a little baby version of her brother with some of Faith's delicate features as an enhancer. She was gorgeous with thick curly black hair, icy azure eyes, and little pink pouty lips like her mommy. Eighteen felt her heart warm and subconsciously, she began to coo the baby. "Aw, look at my little niece! She looks just like her auntie, yes she does!" Everyone in the room blushed and the happy parents had tears in their eyes.
Trunks woke up the next morning feeling mentally and emotionally numb. He was glad that he got to reunite with his master Gohan yesterday, and he even got to meet some of the people he had only heard stories about, like Yamcha, Piccolo, Tien, Krillin and Goku. He even got to see his father, Vegeta, though it wasn't such a touching father and son moment. Going to the past really gave him an insight on everyone and their personalities, but seeing them in his timeline was almost like meeting them all over again. But for some reason, he was numb and not happy and excited like he should be. He actually felt as though he had some kind of defeat, though he didn't know what kind of defeat that would be. He sat up in his bed and began to think over what may be causing him to feel that way. There really wasn't any battle that he lost, recently. Sure, he didn't carry out his plan to kill the androids like he intended, but it seemed to work out for the best. There have been no disturbances that he knows of, as far as they go. As a matter of fact, Trunks could say that he won, since he got what he ultimately wanted. He has his family and friends back, he has his life back, and he has the world back. No more terror, no more devastation, no more genocide plagued the earth. He walked over to the window and looked outside. He saw tons of people walking to and from the streets, countless cars zooming by, airplanes ahead and helicopters hovering by. The place was exactly how he had always wanted it; full of life and prosperity. So why does he feel like this? "Maybe I need a nice, hot shower." He said to himself as he readied himself to bathe.
Trunks undressed and turned the knobs to the shower. The water sprayed down nice and hot and steam engulfed the room. Trunks stepped in and let the hot beads of water massage his muscular body. He grabbed a bottle of shampoo and began lathering it into his lavender locks. He grabbed a bath sponge off of the shower rack that contained personal items, rubbed soap on it and began exfoliating his body. The shower was just what he needed to wake him up all the way, but something still wasn't right. He still felt numb, like he hadn't just had a victory. Not only was he victorious, but it was a major victory. If all of the people of the earth knew what he did for them, he'd probably be crowned as a hero. After so many years of the androids' reign, it was finally over and everyone could live happily and peacefully again. Maybe it's the fact that those androids are still alive… he thought to himself. Maybe he felt like he made a mistake by not finishing the male off and by wishing back the female. But I saw them several months ago and they seemed to be fine. Plus, if they were going to do something, they would have already done it. Whenever he thought about the androids, he couldn't help but think about that girl who was with them. Maybe she did change them. He thought. Perhaps I was wrong about her being foolish for letting him live. Afterall, if it weren't for her, he'd probably still be killing right now. Wow… she amazes me. I wonder how she did it? What did she do to make them change? The smell of breakfast cooking took him out of his thoughts. He finished his shower, got dressed and went down the stairs to eat. "Hey mom! What's cooking?" he greeted, watching her flip pancakes into the air. "Oh, same old. I invited Goku and his family over for lunch. Sounds fun, right?" Bulma asked, knowing that her son would be excited about seeing Gohan again. "That sounds great!" he beamed. He sat down at the table and waited for his plate to be dished and served. Bulma was still getting used to making three plates instead of two, since Vegeta was now alive. Seconds later, they heard him walk into the kitchen. "What's taking you, woman?" impatiently. "Oh relax, breakfast is almost done. Just give me five more minutes." Bulma assured. "Hmph!" was all she heard in reply and he went back into the living room where he previously was. Trunks laughed at his father's manner. "He's everything you said he was." He said to his mother. "That's your father for you." She smiled at her words. "So, I enrolled you into the school the just got rebuilt closer to Chi-Chi's place. It's called Orange Star High." Bulma informed. "Oh, really?" Trunks said, only partially interested in school. "Yeah, I talked to Chi-Chi and she said that she would have sent Gohan there for his freshman year, but after the androids, school wasn't necessary." Bulma responded.
Going to school and having a normal life was one of the things that Trunks wanted most in his life. Since the androids had come, he never got to have a normal childhood, which meant no friends, no girlfriends, no school, no playtime. He couldn't even have the standard family experience, as they took his father from him as well. The only person he really got to know was Gohan, and they eventually took him as well. But now, everything has changed and he had that opportunity to do all of the things he's wanted to do. Only thing was, his mind was only halfway for it and he just didn't know why. "So how does it sound?" his mother asked, noticing that he had been silent for a minute. "Oh, that sounds great! When do I start?" he asked, trying to regain focus. "You start in 2 weeks." Bulma smiled. "I can't wait! I just know my boy is going to do well!" she said rubbing his head. "Breakfast is ready!" she called out. Vegeta came back into the room and sat at the table next to his son. "Make yourself useful and pass the syrup." He said to Trunks. "Oh, um… right."
Ah, a baby! Isn't that precious! Everyone welcome Charity to the family :) She is my original character, so is Alisha from the chapters before, Faith, and anyone else you didn't hear of or see on Dragon Ball Z. What's up with Trunks? Why is he so... down?