Chapter 52- 1 year ½
Piccolo intertwined his fingers into her own as he sat beside her. Yusagie laid upon a bed in the clinician's office at Capsule Corp. He was ready to see his child inside of her. It wasn't that he didn't love his other son, but this child, they made together.
Yusagie lifted up her shirt to expose her stomach, that only had a small bulge coming from it. The ultrasound gel was cold against her skin as the doctor pushed the camera uncomfortably around her belly.
As Piccolo looked up, he could see his child on the screen. Large ears, antennas, a perfect shaped head and body. He sighed with happiness as a smile fell across his lips. Yusagie couldn't help but feel amazing amounts of love and joy as she watched the expressions on Piccolo's face. This was the life she would die for. This was the life she wanted. Nothing was going to take this moment from her.
"So your child is the size of a human fetus around six months. You said around three months ago the child was conceived? Well, I don't know how rapidly you guys grow, but if this baby is already three months developed, you probably only have maybe another two months left." Yusagie was surprised to hear that it was such a short amount of time before she saw her child. "He's 60% developed if we go by human standards. Do you want to know what it is?" Yusagie looked at Piccolo with a smile, who nodded to her. He wanted to know. "It's a boy."
"I knew it." Yusagie felt some sort of victory over the fact she was right. "At least we have everything for a boy." Piccolo didn't feel happy or apathetic about the gender of the child, and he didn't have a preference, it was what it was.
As the months had passed, Yusagie began bigger, what seemed like almost overnight. Her stomach took over her life, she was frustrated, she was angry and irritated. Mimi had a hard time staying with them in fear if she moved the wrong way, Yusagie would rip her head off. Her thoughts were jumbled, her dreams were worse as time went on, seeing things she didn't want to see. Piccolo did everything he could to not be near her at all times. He couldn't do anything right, and she yelled at him whenever she had the chance. He was more scared of her than he was of Cell.
Yusagie woke up that morning, no, it was afternoon, she slept, she overslept into the afternoon. She was irritated, how did she waste her day? She was doing this almost every day now, sleeping 17 hours through the night.
Hitting her mattress aggressively, she got out of bed with extreme frustration. She reached over to her dresser to grab her vial necklace; it wasn't there. It was gone. She knew she was losing her memory; she didn't care, forget the necklace!
Throwing the blankets aside she walked out of the bedroom, and the place was quiet, she heard some talking in the kitchen down the hall and made it into the kitchen where she saw Mimi drinking tea with Popo, her son sitting with them at the table, and Piccolo was filling a glass of water. She could tell he was training as sweat rolled down his face.
"Hi mom!" Her son said with excitement as everyone else was too afraid to even say hello to her. Yusagie smiled as she hugged her son, who held her large stomach. He made her happy, and was the only one who did as of recent. "I'm hungry." He requested to her to feed him.
"What did you eat today?" It was noon, she was sure he had had breakfast.
"Crackers." He smiled looking up at her as his stomach growled.
"Cracker?" Yusagie raised her eyebrow and then looked at Popo, Mimi and then Piccolo. "Why did he only have crackers?"
"It was the only thing I could reach in the cabinet." He little voice spoke to her as Yusagie's expression turned from being annoyed to being furious.
"My son has gone all day without food?" Yusagie then turned back to Popo and Mimi. "There are three of you, and not a single one of you took the time to feed this child?" They stayed quiet, they didn't know what to say. Even her son could tell she was mad as she opened up the cabinet to grab some noodles to make him, then slammed the door shut, cracking the cabinetry wood.
"Can I have a bath after?" Her son asked playfully as he sat down at the table.
"I gave you a bath yesterday—" He didn't need another one today, but tomorrow.
"No-it's been three days." Little Piccolo corrected his mother as his dad face palmed himself. She was going to explode, and he knew it.
Yusagie stopped pouring noodles into a pot of water as she turned and looked at him. "No, it was yesterday..." She tried to think. She was always so tired, was it really three days?
"Three days mom."
Yusagie slammed the pot down onto the stove and looked over at the man she loved, well, maybe not so much lately. "He has gone three days without a bath, and you didn't bath our son, you didn't feed him! How can I do everything?!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. She was overwhelmed, Piccolo knew this. She didn't do a lot being pregnant, but she felt like she was doing more than anyone else on earth.
Yusagie covered her face and began to cry into her hands in a manner that was almost a nervous breakdown. How she went from angry to sad, Piccolo had no clue.
"Here, I'll help." Mimi said as she stood up to grab the pot from Yusagie and began to make her son some food. Yusagie just cried as Piccolo wrapped his arms around her and let her sob it out. He stroked her long very messy hair as he tried to comfort her. He could step it up a little, but being a good parent wasn't his thing, it was hers.
"It will be okay—just a few more weeks." He assured her as his strong hands rubbed her back and shoulders. Piccolo knew Yusagie was being silly, downright hysterical and rolled his eyes as Mimi tried not to laugh at her friend's erratic emotions.
"Piccolo-" Yusagie stopped holding him and pulled away. She wiped her eyes clean with the back of her hand.
"Yes?" he smiled at his silly lover, pushing her hair back out of her face.
"My water broke."
