Ah this is so frustrating! Basically the last thing in my book told me what else is meant to happen in this story with out detail; it's up to my 19 year old mind to put what my 14 year old mind wanted in the story… sigh. Anyway, I was supposed to do something different with this chapter, like how in the show for those three years for the android attack it shows a few episodes then basically shows you the "non-important" parts of it in one go. So yea, bare with me this chapter will most likely suck. But it'll get better, promise lol. We're getting closer and closer to an epic part of the fic …. :D

Chapter 28: Crazy Break Through

"ChiChi look out!" ChiChi gasps as she turns around, Katana right in her face with a sinister smirk.

"Aw, is the little weak earthling scared?" ChiChi's heart starts racing as her blood boils in her veins.

"I swear to you Katana back off. Don't do this you don't want to go there." Katana throws her head back, her menacing laugh booms and echoes, triggering ChiChi's inner most fear of her.

"I don't want to go there? Try me cupcake." Then an arm, thin but perfectly toned, wraps around ChiChi's stomach and holds her fast with an iron hard grip. ChiChi's eyes widen as she fights to break the hold, knowing she was stuck and in great danger.

"ChiChi!" she hears again, she looks to her right, seeing Bulma still on the floor with more worry on her face than ChiChi thought possible.

"What are you doing? Get out of here Bulma run!" ChiChi looks back to Katana in time to watch, almost in slow motion, as Katana's fist slams into her stomach. The air is knocked out of her, her legs give out but Takana holds fast with her iron grip.

"Again sister she needs to suffer." Katana's smirk grows as she slams her fist again into ChiChi's stomach. This time Takana lets her fall as they both laugh. "Roll her over; she owes our feet as well."

"Yes, of course sister. Every debt to our bodies must be paid." As they roll her over, ChiChi weakly looks to where Bulma was just sitting and sees her gone. She weakly smiles as she looks up at her attackers, her cocky smile on her face even in the face of danger.

"Do what you want to me but you'll never get your greasy paws on Bulma." Takana and Katana both gasp then scowl at ChiChi's words. ChiChi weakly laughs at the sisters, even as they both raise their feet. She continues to laugh until their feet connect with her stomach.

ChiChi screams and gasps awake. Kakarot comes flying into the room; he practically tackles ChiChi as he hugs her close.

"ChiChi, easy relax you had that nightmare again." ChiChi desperately tries to push Kakarot away as she struggles to get to her feet.

"It's no nightmare I was attacked, I need to make sure the baby is ok!" Kakarot flinches at her words but holds fast to his mate, he looks away to hide the pain in his face.

"ChiChi please, it was a nightmare." ChiChi hears the pain in his voice and stops her struggles. Though still panting hard from her shock she turns toward Kakarot and stays rather still.

"How often have I had this nightmare?" she whispers, her mind waking up she starts to process what's going on. Kakarot sighs heavily; he finally lets his mate go and turns completely away from her. Both seeing and sensing his pain causes reality to slap ChiChi's cheek hard as she puts two and two together. "That nightmare… really happened didn't it?" Kakarot seems to hang his head low as he nods. ChiChi shuts her eyes and sits on the opposite end of the bed, she hangs her head as well as she dwells on the past. She and Bulma wanted a day alone, wanted to give Neva a day with her mate. So the two convinced Vegeta and Kakarot that they would be ok alone, and headed off for a nature walk. Little did they know that Takana had been following them… and though ChiChi managed to get Bulma out of harms way she failed to do that for her own unborn child.

"Don't ChiChi; it's not your fault." Kakarot says, his voice sounding so unemotional, as if he had gotten used to saying this so early in the morning. ChiChi sighs as she rubs her belly without even noticing this herself.

"How can you say that? Had I known Saiyan children were that fragile that young I would have never took such a risk."

"But I knew, and I let you. Then when you needed me the most …" Kakarot breaks off, his hands becoming solid fists as he snarls fiercely. ChiChi flinches, but she fights through her fear and she crawls to his side and rubs his hands.

"Easy Goku, all wounds heal with time." Kakarot sighs, though his heart still races his hands melt under his mate's touch and relax.

"So then … I guess this means you're willing to try again, once you're ready?" ChiChi, trying to ease the mood, playfully rolls her eyes and stands.

"I tried to explain the human period to you how many times? It's not when I'm ready, so to speak at least. It's when my body is most fertile." Luckily she's quite influential and Kakarot picks up on her easy mood.

"Guess what? I still have to wait on you." ChiChi sighs and suddenly tackles Kakarot, who caught off guard actually falls from the bed. They both laugh as Kakarot rolls so he's on top, holding himself up as to not completely crush her. "I meant what I said earlier though. It's not your fault." ChiChi rolls her eyes and gives him her signature Eskimo Kiss.

"If it pleases you then fine, it's completely your fault. Better?" Kakarot playfully snarls.

"Yea, I'll make up for it in a few weeks." ChiChi blushes slightly and looks away. Kakarot takes the opportunity and nuzzles into her bite mark, she shivers and wiggles enough to make him chuckle. He gets up and helps ChiChi up as well. "Can you make breakfast before you go?" ChiChi raises a brow before she remembers her promise to Bulma. She promised Bulma that she'd help figure out what was wrong with the Saiyans.

"Yea, I'll get right on it." Kakarot beams and rushes out to the back yard to not distract her. The fewer amounts of distractions ChiChi gets, the quicker his food gets in his belly. As ChiChi prepares breakfast she thinks back to all that had happened to her. For one thing, her fist time with Kakarot got her pregnant. This much she knew to be true and not a dream because she was attacked by the twins, she did lose her child, and her last attempt at pregnancy with Kakarot had failed. Five of Bulma's best pregnancy tests proved this, as well as Kakarot not sensing his child. ChiChi sighs as the food starts to warm up, just a box full of eggs and bacon to get her mate started, it wouldn't take that long to make and didn't require all of her attention. For another thing, Bulma had a break through with the death that plagued female Saiyans right after they gave birth. For one thing, it was a Ki based AIDS, little orbs the exact size of Ki cells were in the female's body. And for some reason, these orbs were triggered during the birthing process but only did their dirty work once the child was out of the mother's body. Their 'dirty work' was to completely consume all of the energy in the body, causing a painful death. ChiChi hisses and pulls her hand back as some of the bacon grease gets her hand. She lowers the heat and goes back into her day dream.

As far as Bulma was concerned, all she needed was plenty of the Ki AIDS orbs to do research on and make a cure. It didn't matter which body she took the orbs from, every Orb was onyx black, and if she mixed the orbs with different Ki cells by the next day the orbs would be that shape. Basically, the Black Death, as Bulma named it, was adaptable. Dr. Briefs pointed out that Bulma and he were basically fighting another Bulma, one who could adapt and pull through any situation to get their job done. And it wasn't going to be an easy fight. ChiChi wipes a brow as breakfast comes to a close; all that was left was getting the bacon to the massive form of Kakarot's tray. "How ironic, I'm needed to make his breakfast and all I have to do is heat it up and serve him. If only helping Bulma out was that easy." ChiChi quickly grabs the bacon and places it on Kakarot's tray, then throws away the package. At that moment something clicks in ChiChi's mind. All the bacon came from the same place, it had the same source. And so, if you got a pack of bad bacon you could track it down to the farm it came from and do something about how the pigs were handled. All she had to do was help Bulma find a source. "Goku breakfast is ready see you later!" And like that ChiChi was out the front door.


Bulma furiously slams her hands on the table and flings all the paper work to the floor. For the fifth time this week alone, all of Bulma's plans failed to work, all twenty of them. For three agonizing weeks Bulma took specimens, looked at other options and did experiments. And for three weeks, none of them worked. It didn't matter if she took weak orbs and place them in strong Ki with her strongest version of antidote; it didn't matter if she took the orbs out of the body and tried to kill them that way, the orbs always bounced back. They always changed and most of all, always got stronger. Bulma runs her hands through her hair, feeling the pressure of her people, and her unborn child, on her shoulders. Dr. Briefs sighs in defeat and places a hand on her shoulder. "That was the closest we've come Bulma. Surely you see our progress, ease up a little." Bulma grunts and shrugs out of his grip, a scowl on her face.

"Yea right Dad. The closest we've come won't save lives." Dr. Briefs nearly jerks back as if slapped by her words but says nothing. She was pregnant, and like her mother what ever her mood the child amplified. He knew better from past experiences to push her.

"Well. Let's take a break it's been a few hours since you last ate." A few hours is an understatement, Bulma couldn't sleep last night and has been awake for a good 26 hours straight. She sighs as she fights to put her focus on her child and not the Black Death.

"Sounds good Dad, get me a double order of my usual." Dr. Briefs nods and leaves the room with out another word. Bulma hears the door hiss open and shut, then open and shut once more. She looks over her shoulder and sees ChiChi standing where her father just was. She nods and places her head back in her hands.

"Still not going good I see. But hey, remember how you said some times our biggest break through can come at even the most random of times?" Bulma doesn't bother to look at ChiChi as she speaks.

"Go on." ChiChi almost flinches; it was very obvious to her that Bulma was lacking both sleep and food. She tried to be frank, to not have Bulma guess at anything she had to say.

"Well after I cleaned up breakfast today I realized something. Bulma, we never found the source of the Black Death." Bulma raises her head slowly and stares at ChiChi in astonishment.

"You're right … I guess that's what nerves does to a person. Do you have any clues?" ChiChi chews on her bottom lip.

"Not to make you worry. But I think a good place to start our search for the source is our own blood." Bulma's astonished look vanishes as her face goes rigid.

"Funny ChiChi; it's a Saiyan problem not human. That's why they got different females…" Bulma trails off, almost as if seeing the future.

"Which means if those females die they got it from some where, right? Meaning, if we have it, the Black Death spreads through Saiyan males Bulma." Bulma's face pales as her eyes meet ChiChi's.

"If it spreads like the common ways AIDS does, like through sex … ChiChi ..." ChiChi gulps and nods slowly.

"We have it, too."


Having breakfast fresh in his stomach and a full day to train Kakarot was in a great mood. Sure, ChiChi's waking up episode had ruined his early morning but he was the type of Saiyan to always bounce back and not let anything hold him down. He felt great as he flew to Vegeta's special GR, ready for a full day's worth of training. He flies faster and faster with anticipation, eager to see if there was still a gap between his strength and Vegeta's. It was years ago that Vegeta smoked him in the face of battle, and then ever so slowly their power became equal. It was time to see if he was yet to surpass his prince, he flexes his muscles and flies faster.

However, when he gets to the GR he sees it's completely empty; the lights weren't even on yet. Confusion covers his face as he shuts his eyes and senses for Vegeta.

"Hmm that's odd. Why is Vegeta going to Bulma's lab room?" Instantly, his perverted Saiyan mind falls to the gutter and he quickly shakes his head. "Gross. Hey wait, ChiChi's there too?" Kakarot blinks before touching his fingers to his forehead and disappearing.

Kakarot appears at Vegeta's side, right outside the door to Bulma's lab. He grunts as he gives Kakarot a side glance. "Kakarot."

"Vegeta." They both nod and enter the room. What they see is the huge mess of Bulma's plans and results all over the desks, floors, chairs, even covering some equipment. Vegeta finds it odd that Bulma isn't anywhere near her mess cleaning it up, rather she's near the back taking some of her own blood. Even more odd, ChiChi puts a wrap around her arm and holds a shot full of blood in her other hand.

"Woman what's going on? I nearly puked with nerves." Bulma finishes taking her blood and swallows hard.

"Easy Bulma I'll tell them for you. Go ahead and do what needs to be done." Bulma nods, mouths "thank you" to ChiChi and eagerly grabs her shot. She vanishes behind the back door. ChiChi sighs and walks over to Vegeta and Kakarot, who both raise a brow.

"Well. We have a new theory; we believe the Black Death spreads through Saiyan males." Moments pass as ChiChi watches confusion then understanding play through Vegeta and Kakarot's faces.

"If what you say is true, then we doomed our race entirely." ChiChi looks down trying to figure out what Vegeta means.

"You have to explain that to me." Vegeta sighs.

"If Saiyan females can't handle this Black Death then what makes you think weaker female races can? Think about it, in a few months you'll probably be the only female on this planet alive, you and Kakarot since there is no child to lead to your death." Both Kakarot and ChiChi flinch at Vegeta's harshly honest words.

"Vegeta that was a little much," Kakarot mutters. Vegeta growls.

"Who gives a shit? In a few months our race will cease to exist and you care about my words?" Bulma walks in rather slow with her face pale; obviously from her newest discovery.

"Vegeta's absolutely right …" ChiChi gasps silently and glances to Vegeta and Kakarot, who both have rage apparent on their faces. No one says anything, Kakarot and Vegeta were too caught up in controlling their rage to snap out of it and ChiChi was in too much shock to know what to say. Bulma breaks the silence. "In a few months, I'll be …" and she passes out, the trio rushing to her aid.


Bulma wakes a few hours later, no machines attached to her, just plenty of food surrounding her bed. She sits up; looking around she notices she's in Vegeta's room and not the Emergency Wing. Before she processes anything else her belly growls in empty furry, she swallows all the food available. Once done she wipes her mouth clean and climbs out of the massive bed. A few knocks are heard then Neva steps into the room. Bulma smiles and accepts Neva's hug.

"Feeling better?" Bulma sighs.

"No. It seems my death is sooner than I ever thought possible." Neva smiles sadly.

"Of course not, I'm due before you are, and I know you won't let me die." Some how Bulma absorbs Neva's optimism and smiles back.

"I guess. Anything new I should know of?" Neva nods.

"The source of the Black Death is male Saiyans. You see, Frieza sent our people on a dangerous mission years ago, before Prince Vegeta's time, and those who were on that mission have the Black Death." Bulma's eyes widen.

"Get out. What's the proof?" Neva continues on.

"You see, Kakarot's parents are all the proof you need. Before the mission Raditz was born. After the mission Turles and Kakarot were born. You can see the change, the evolution of the Black Death. You see, Raditz is one of the few Saiyans who lack the Black Death, Bardock has a different form of the Black Death, Trish seems to have cured herself and Kakarot has the same one as the rest of us." Bulma stops walking and rubs her head.

"So you're saying this Frieza jerk sent the Saiyans to a suicide mission, Bardock, Trish, Raditz, Turles, and Goku are all I need to prove the Black Death evolves?" Neva nods.

"That's not all. Our fair Queen has the very first … well we can't describe it, it's almost like the Black Death at it's strongest, what happens to the female both lucky enough and cursed to survive it." Bulma helplessly sighs.

"So in other words Vegeta also is a survivor. And I have that stronger, yet survivor gene in my blood. Neva, my head is spinning. If there are different forms of the Black Death, and some are much stronger than the others, how the hell do I cure it?" Neva smiles sweetly and places a hand on Bulma's stomach.

"You care enough to get it done." Bulma sighs in defeat and walks on.

"Thanks, Neva." Neva smiles and nods, not saying anything else since Bulma's mind was already spinning.

Once Bulma gets to her special made lab room she's caught off guard bow how many others were in the room. Of course her father was there, as well as Bardock, but Trish was, as well as many other Saiyans she was yet to put names to faces with. "Whoa what's going on here?" Suddenly Vegeta's arm was around her slim waist.

"We're gathering every ounce of information you need so starting tomorrow you can try to figure all this out." Bulma rubs her forehead and nods.

"For once I have no reason to argue, please get me out of here." There's a light chuckle in the room as the atmosphere fills with the hope only ChiChi and Bulma could put in others. Neva smiles as she steps further in the room to stay and help as Vegeta leads Bulma out. He takes Bulma to their massive guest room, where Kakarot and ChiChi snuggle on the couch with popcorn. To add to Bulma's shock there's a home theater set up in the room now. "Ok whoa, popcorn here and a huge TV?" ChiChi giggles.

"Yea I ordered some stuff from Earth. And don't worry; you get your own bowl of popcorn since you're eating for two." Bulma blushes, still not quite used to being pregnant just yet she quickly feels awkward. Vegeta flies her to the cushion next to ChiChi and passes Bulma her huge bowl of popcorn.

"So what are we watching?" ChiChi grins from cheek to cheek.

"I thought you should watch a girl who handles being pregnant in her own way so you can get past the awkward phase a little easier." Bulma beams as she sees through ChiChi's smile.

"We're watching Juno! Oh man press play!" Not used to these things called 'movies' Kakarot and Vegeta shrug. They simply pig out on the popcorn and allow their mates to cuddle with them. And for the first time in a while, aside from Vegeta calling Bleeker "gay" every time he's on screen, and ChiChi defending Bleeker since he created a child, Bulma found that she really could relax. At the end of the movie Kakarot looked oddly awe-struck about the whole movie thing.

"Is there more?" ChiChi smiles and heads for the door. "We'll talk more at home. Feel better, B?" Bulma smiles as she snuggles into Vegeta's chest.

"Go home and rest easy ChiChi. Come tomorrow this thing called Black Death looses the war." ChiChi sighs as a new level of relief over comes her.

"Glad I could help. See you tomorrow." As soon as Kakarot closes the door behind him Bulma snuggles more into Vegeta's muscular chest and slowly drifts asleep…


And good lord I am done with this chapter. Goodness that took forever yeah? You have no idea how much I thought of how to start and end this chapter, though I had a good idea of what needed to be said/typed. So yea, I'm pretty sure this chapter will be confusing. So instead of leaving you readers in the water I promise to instantly respond to the reviews that ask serious questions. As rx princess 9000 pointed out, she asked why Bulma is pregnant. Yes, as a DBZ fan I know the order of child births in DBZ and I'm aware that Bulma shouldn't get pregnant until Gohan is a few years old. Bare with me, in an earlier chapter I explained this fic is AU, alternate universe, so I'm entitled to make changes according to my story. However, if I answer this question in anyway other than saying "It's an AU fic" I'll ruin the entire story. Sorry. But yes, my fic typing time is up for now so feel free to review if ya wanna :D Yay no Anon. types! I'm totally kidding by the way, I love all review types ... hey TheWolrdNeedsChange (sorry too lazy to type it correctly xD) it says you disabled pms! so i'll reply to you this way.

TheWorldNeedsChange: Aw i feel special xD Though i don't feel as i deserve such treatment since i hardly ever update these days lol. So it seems i can never do less than an awesome chapter, though i don't feel the same. lol. I hope this one wasn't unbearably boring, Thnx for the review!

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