Bulma sat in the kitchen, staring out of the window, her mind hazy. Vegeta had been training non-stop lately, and he was still getting no where. His frustration was evident, and Bulma could feel it pouring from him every time he was close to her. She didn't quite understand why he couldn't turn into a super Saiyan. It seemed like no matter how hard he pushed, nothing changed. Several times she had been on the verge of calling Chi Chi to ask Goku to come train with the prince, but had decided against it. For the good of everyone.

Fidgeting in her seat, Bulma stood from the table, her hand going to her stomach. She did so often, she just liked to touch her tummy. It was like reminding herself that she was carrying a baby in there. His kicks and movements made her heart flutter. He even had hiccups sometimes, which felt funny, but made her giggle. But today was different. Today felt off, and she had a small pain shoot through her lower back, causing her to grimace.

Suddenly, her maternity jeans felt warm, and she looked down to see the material darkening. Her heart began to beat fast in her chest. Anxiety flooded through her body, and she took a deep breath before looking back toward the window. Walking as quickly as she could to the back door, she swung it open, and began yelling.

"VEGETA! VEGETA!" She called to the Saiyan, who was training inside of the gravity chamber. She knew he could feel her, and even hear her. The door opened, and he appeared, his face mixed between confusion and annoyance.

"What are you yelling about, Woman?" He growled, walking across the yard.

"I think my water just broke!" Bulma yelped, turning to walk back into the house.

"Where is your idiotic mother?" The prince snapped, looking around the kitchen as he followed her inside the house.

"I don't know! I'm trying to call her." Bulma called her Father's phone, waiting for a voice.

"Hello Pumpkin." Her father's voice.

"Daddy! My water just broke, meet us at the hospital!" Bulma gave him no time to speak, hanging up in his face. "Vegeta, we have to go now."

"Fine, I'll go." Vegeta growled, trying to sound like he didn't want to. Bulma turned away from him, smiling. She knew he really did want to be there. Maybe not that dark side of him. But the Vegeta she had come to know loved them both.

"I'll get the car ready." Bulma started to walk toward their room.

"No, we're flying." Vegeta said sternly. "It will be faster."

"You're right." Bulma nodded, continuing down the hallway.

"Of course I am." The Saiyan scoffed. Trying to ignore the ignorant father of her child, she quickly changed her pants, and grabbed her hospital bag. Nerves began to kick in, and an awful pain coursed through her lower back around to her stomach. Stopping in her tracks, she groaned in pain, trying to keep herself together. Gritting her teeth, she looked up to see Vegeta in front of her. "Pain?"

"Yes, I think I'm having contractions." Bulma nodded, her face still contorted in pain. They weren't stopping, it was like a constant flow now. Vegeta grabbed her up in his arms, and walked to the front door. Then they were in the air, which eased the pain. Bulma felt comfort and relaxed as they flew to the hospital. Vegeta's grip was tight, holding her close. Looking up at his face, Bulma began to worry. This was it, this could be the end for her.

Sure, they could wish her back with the dragon balls... But still, it would take a little while. The fear and pain was building up inside of her, making her even more nervous. the contractions were coming harder, faster in a never ending flow. Wishing the pain would stop, she buried her head into his neck, and tried to take deep breaths. Calming breaths.

They were almost at the hospital. Vegeta's adrenaline was pumping, as they flew. He held Bulma tight, feeling her shaking body against his. He wasn't sure if it was the pain, or her fear. He could sense it on her quite strong, it was thick around her. She was scared, and to be honest, he was worried himself. The thought of her dying had entered his mind often ever since he had found out she was pregnant. He wasn't sure how to handle his feelings for her.

He touched down near the entrance, ignoring the strange looks. Putting her on her feet, the two tried to walk to the entrance door, but Bulma cried out. It was clear she was unable to walk, so Vegeta grabbed her up in his arms and burst through the hospital doors. Nurses stared with curiosity as he rushed up to the service desk, his face holding a scowl.

"She needs a doctor at once! She's going into labor." Vegeta must have looked intimidating, because the nurse grabbed a chart.

"Her name?" The nurse asked, staring at them.

"Bulma Briefs." The Saiyan snapped.

"Oh! Yes, of course. Right this way." The nurse led them down a hallway and into a hospital room. The doctor and delivery nurses came in, hooking Bulma up to machines. Preparing her for the baby to come.

"Do you want the epidural?" One of the nurses asked.

"Please." Bulma begged, the pain becoming unbearable.

"You, you're the father, yes?" The nurse asked.

"Me? Yes." Vegeta looked at the nurse as if she were stupid.

"All right then, Daddy. Come over here." The nurse waved him over.

"What do you want? And don't call me that." Vegeta fussed.

"Hold her still, don't let her move. It could be the last move she makes." The woman raised an eyebrow. "Keep her still."

Vegeta said nothing, just stepped forward toward Bulma. They sat her up on the hospital bed. The Saiyan wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him. Her arms were curled up at her chest, held firmly between his body and hers. She felt his hands on the back of her shoulders, pressing her body into his. She couldn't move, even if she wanted to. Squeezing her eyes shut, she felt the needle in her back.

Whimpering lightly, she tried to imagine herself far away. Her face was buried in Vegeta's neck, his scent filling her nose. It gave her some comfort, and she fought to keep her body still. Everything hurt, and even though the lower half of her body was beginning to numb, she still felt pain. Bulma just wanted it to be over, she just wanted Trunks out and safe.

Finally the epidural was over, and Vegeta was allowed to let her go. Laying back on the hospital bed, Bulma's face was etched with pain and fear. Vegeta felt like pacing back and forth, her emotions were so strong it made him anxious. The pain was coursing through him in waves, he could feel it pouring off of her so strongly, he wanted to rip the brat out of her just to stop it.

"You did this to me!" Bulma growled, glaring at Vegeta. Taken back, the Saiyan let out a snort.

"You wanted it!" He snapped back. Bulma was about to yell at him, he could see it on her face, but the doctor interrupted.

"She's stopped dilating." The doctor, who for her sake was a woman, announced. Vegeta glared at her, his eyes darkening.

"And?" His voice was a growl of concern.

"We're going to have to do an emergency C-Section." She said surely.

"A what?" Vegeta's eyes jerked over to Bulma, who was wincing in pain, cries coming from her.

"We gotta cut that baby out." The nurse who he had come to despise, was beside him. "Get ready to meet your son." The paper work was filled out by Mr. and Mrs. Briefs who arrived just before the surgery was to start. Vegeta refused to wear a hospital gown, but made it clear he was going back with her into surgery. Bulma told the hospital staff not to argue, and just let him come back with her. The pain was causing her wiggle around on the bed, whimpering and groaning.

"Get it out." Vegeta said suddenly, fear enveloping him.

"We are, we just have to-" Vegeta cut the doctor off.

"I said get him out, now." The prince turned to the woman, his eyes dark. Her face changed to slight fear and she nodded.

"Get her to surgery." The doctor instructed, and they pulled her bed away from the room. Vegeta followed them to a room not far away. The whole atmosphere changed, and dread showered over his head. Feeling sick, he walked over to Bulma's side. They had put a thin hospital mask over her face, and a hospital pad up so she couldn't see the surgery take place. Her little hand moved weakly, and Vegeta saw her trying to reach up to him. He placed his hand on top of hers, keeping her from trying to move too much.

"I love you." Bulma whispered, and her voice was groggy. Her blue eyes were misty, watery. Vegeta stared into them, unable to speak. Unable to breathe. Bulma squinted her eyes at the pressure being put on her stomach. She really couldn't feel much pain, just a lot of pressure. Vegeta never took his eyes off of her, even when he heard the faint cry of his son's first breath. Bulma's blue eyes fluttered shut, and his heart began to pound. He could feel her energy slipping away.

"She's losing too much blood!" A voice of one of the nurses. "Her blood pressure is bottoming out!"

"Take him!" Another nurse was holding Trunks out to Vegeta. He didn't want to touch the child, afraid of the tiny body. "Take him so we can help her!" The Saiyan reached out and took his son from the woman. He was still messy, but he stopped crying, his eyes squinting at the light. Big blue eyes. Just like your mother... You have her blue eyes. He couldn't stop looking at the child in his arms.

"We're losing her!" The voice of the doctor sent Vegeta into a state of panic.

"Take the child." His voice was strangely calm as he tried to hand Trunks to the nurse.

"I can't, I have to-"

"Take him, now." Vegeta's voice was a near snarl. "Get out of here before I kill you all." The nurses and doctor stepped away from Bulma's body with fearful faces. The machine she was hooked up to pierced Vegeta's ears as she flat lined. His dark eyes darted over her body as he stepped forward, and put his hands on her. One on her chest, the other just barely touching her stomach.

Focus, keep your focus! Idiot, don't let her die. Save her... Vegeta struggled to keep his emotions at bay, trying to center his energy. One thing, and one thing only, was on his mind. He tried to transfer his energy to her, but it wasn't working. Just like the day she nearly lost Trunks. But this time, it wasn't happening at all. Frustrated, Vegeta willed his energy to move out of his body and into hers. She lay lifeless on the hospital table.

"Come on!" Vegeta pushed her chest roughly. "I SAID COME ON, WOMAN!" His voice was caught somewhere between an angry yell and a sorrowful cry. Everything began running through his mind at once, and he began to see her as she was. Healthy, full of life. Running down the hallway of Capsule Corp., thinking she could outrun him after throwing an overstuffed pillow at his head.

Grabbing his face with her little hands, her touch soft. Her lips against his as they kissed, his body pressed against hers in the bed they had come to share. The way she said his name, whether her voice was full of anger or full of love, it haunted him. Her bright, happy blue eyes were all he could see. The devious things she had made him do... The pool incident had been one of his favorite memories with her.

He was standing still, eyes dry, but he was shaking all over. The Saiyan wanted to scream. Her lifeless body lay on the table, still. Unmoving. Eyes closed, where were those big, beautiful blue eyes he wished would open so badly? His fears had happened, he had finally found something he could wrap his feelings around, and now she was gone. The anger, the pain... "Bulma.." Then, something happened.

His shaky hands were still over her body, and he felt something pulling from within himself. The white, yellow glow seemed to pour from his hands, filling over her body. Vegeta saw her hand fidget, then her eye lids twitched. Bulma's lips parted slightly, and he saw her chest rising and falling. Within a few seconds, her eyes fluttered open, and he was seeing blue.

"My baby, where's my baby?" Bulma's weak voice snapped him back into reality. He stopped concentrating, and his hands rested on her small body. "Vegeta... You're shaking.." Turning away from her, he walked over to the door and took Trunks from the nurse. She had cleaned him up, and his blue eyes opened to see who was holding him. Vegeta walked over to Bulma without making a sound, and her eyes lit up at the sight of their son.

"Wow..." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "He's perfect..." Her weak voice croaked out the words. Vegeta refused to hand over their son, just staring down at the little Saiyan. As much as he wanted to spit out an insult, he couldn't muster one up. Bulma had summed up his feelings. His, their, son was perfect. Everything was okay, and he had the two people in the whole world that meant the most to him. The two people who wouldn't know how much he cared, for a very long time.

That was pretty emotional... Damn.. SOOOO SORRY for the long update wait. I have been very busy at work and have had to manage my time. Well, now baby Trunks is here ! Yall know what that means ! Vegeta will be leaving soon... Poor Bulma. Then he turns into an even bigger asshole during the android/cell saga. I really love writing the two of them, but now I will also be writing a little of Future Trunks point of view when he comes back into the picture.

I am so amazed by all of you who are keeping up with this story and remaining patient with me. I thank every one of you for that. All of the reviews and readers have just blown my mind. This story is going far better than I ever expected. thanks to all who have given this a chance and have come to love it. THANK YOU !

~Kaila G.