A/N: OHMYGOD ONE MORE CHAPTER UNTIL THE BABY ARRIVES.
ARE YOU EXCITED? :DD I AM!
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THE FIFTH AND FINAL MONTH
The entire Lookout was buzzing with excitement. Vegeta was due to give birth any day now. Piccolo was more frustrated than usual because he wasn't allowed to watch his mate as often as he would have liked. The Globe needed constant attention and no one else could do it but Piccolo.
There wasn't much watching to do as far as Vegeta was concerned anyway. He slept most of the time, only waking up to eat or take care of some other biological need. All his free time was spent curled in a ball in the middle of a huge pile of blankets and pillows on his bed, arms over his stomach. Pota assured everyone that his sleeping habits were normal.
"His body is just saving up energy for the birth." She explained, smiling at her brother as he slept. He was the image of what people would call 'the glow of pregnancy'. Absolute peace and contentment radiated from every part of his being. She and Piccolo silently left the room, shutting off the light and closing the door softly.
The two warriors ventured into the dining hall where Trunks and Mirai were eating some snacks. The boys looked up and smiled, mouths full of food. Pota sat down and grabbed an apple from the middle of the table, biting into it happily. Piccolo sat down at the head of the table and watched the Saiyans chow down. There was a comfortable silence in the room. Everyone was just too happy to do anything else but sit and wait.
Piccolo come here.
The gentle voice at the back of Piccolo's head called to him and he excused himself. He trotted down the halls to his bedroom, opening the door slowly, letting the light from the hall fall across the bed and onto the occupant of said bed. Vegeta was propped up on his elbow, rubbing his eyes sleepily. Piccolo smiled and approached the bed, sitting down on the edge.
"Hey." He said softly. Vegeta smiled and yawned.
"Hey."
Piccolo smoothed the Prince's hair from his forehead, still reveling at how soft it was. Vegeta wrapped his arms around Piccolo's neck and the Namek lifted him easily, holding him close and carrying him down the hallway.
Vegeta didn't walk very often anymore. He got too tired and had to take a nap if he walked too long. In reality he didn't do much else but sleep so it wasn't an issue.
Piccolo set him down outside the dining hall, letting him walk inside on his own. He chuckled, watching Vegeta waddle into the dining hall. He eased himself into a chair next to Pota, saying hello to everyone. Piccolo sat down next to him.
"So how are you feeling today, Vegeta?" Pota asked, taking his hand and checking him over with her cyborg eye. He shrugged.
"Can't complain I guess. Just really tired." He said, his face very clearly showing the strain of his pregnancy. Pota nodded, patting his hand before letting it go. He struggled to his feet shortly there after.
"I'll be back. I'm going to go get some food."
Piccolo stood up.
"I'll get it for you."
Vegeta smiled and shook his head, kissing the Namek's cheek.
"No it's alright. I've got this. I'll call if I need anything." He reassured him before leaving, slowly making his way to the kitchen across the room. Everyone watched him go, keeping track of his every move. When the door swung shut, Pota turned back to the boys and smiled wide.
"So. How are you guys feeling? Excited?"
The two demi-Saiyans nodded. Trunks was practically bouncing in his seat.
"I get to be a big brother!" He exclaimed excitedly. Pota and Mirai laughed while Piccolo just chuckled.
"That's right." Pota said. "Are you ready to take on that responsibility?"
Trunks nodded earnestly.
"Are you ready to teach your new little sibling how things work around here?"
More earnest nodding.
"Are you ready to teach them to be a Saiyan warrior?"
Trunks nodded so earnestly that Piccolo could have sworn he was going to snap his neck. Pota laughed.
"Good. I hereby deem you ready to be an older sibling." She said seriously, saluting him. Trunks got serious fast.
"I'm ready." He said, once again reminding the Saiyan woman of Vegeta. Mirai smiled proudly at his younger self, happy that Trunks was going to have an opportunity that he didn't have when he was his age. The chance to be an older sibling to someone didn't come around every day, not in the Vegeta family anyway.
The happy atmosphere in the room was suddenly shattered literally by the sound of breaking glass. Pota and Piccolo stared at one another before leaping from their seats and sprinting to the kitchen.
"Stay here!" Pota called over her shoulder to the concerned Saiyans sitting at the table. Trunks looked like he wanted to argue but Mirai kept him sitting, feeling extremely nervous.
The kitchen door burst open and Piccolo and Pota rushed in, going to Vegeta's side. He jumped when they grabbed him.
"Vegeta are you alright?" Pota exclaimed. He glared darkly.
"I'm fine. For Fuck's sake I just couldn't reach the damn glasses, calm down." He snapped, shoving her off. Pota stared at him for a moment, giving him an once-over before narrowing her eyes.
"You're lying."
Vegeta glared darker, prepared to lie again. His lie broke itself at the same time that his expression crumbled and he doubled over, holding his stomach. Piccolo grabbed his shoulders; afraid his mate was going to fall. Pota knelt down in front of the Prince so she could look at him.
"Vegeta what are you feeling?"
"Like I'm being torn in half! Fuck." Vegeta snarled, speaking through his teeth.
Pota stood up again.
"Piccolo, you're going to have to carry him. He won't be able to walk." She explained, taking a step away when Vegeta growled low in his throat like a dog, his eyes turning turquoise.
"Alright Vegeta, calm down. See, I'm way over here. It's alright." She spoke softly, putting her hands up. Piccolo looked at her strangely, taking the growling Prince into his arms gingerly.
"What are you doing?" He asked. Pota looked at him for a second before looking back at Vegeta.
"Saiyans don't usually like anyone else but their mates around when they give birth, but Vegeta is going to need my help. He just feels threatened right now because it's just starting. He'll be fine once we get back to the medical bay in my ship and get him hooked up to some medication." Her voice remained smooth, not wanting to rile the Saiyan in Piccolo's arms further. His low growling hadn't stopped. Piccolo nodded, putting his mouth next to Vegeta's ear and murmuring soft reassuring words into it. The Saiyan relaxed slightly, but kept his turquoise eyes trained on Pota.
When the trio left the kitchen, Piccolo told Trunks and Mirai to remain sitting and to stay away from Vegeta until they said otherwise. The boys looked confused but did as they were told, eyes widening when Vegeta turned his light eyes on them and growled again.
Leaving the main building of the Lookout, the three crossed the short distance to Pota's ship and entered.
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A/N: MUCH EXCITE! Man I've been waiting for this moment for over a year now. :D That makes me really happy. This story has progressed so well and I'm so thankful to all of you who have reviewed or put me on alert. THANK YOU. I'll try and have the next chapter out soon.
