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Chapter 10: Guess who!
The year had passed very quickly, it seemed. Vegeta had been true to his word, and to her parent delight, they had been married in a discreet ceremony with her parents, Yamcha and Puar present. And they had all been sworn to secrecy.
It was late summer, August was almost gone. The weather had been horrible for Bulma. She was always hot, and cranky. Even her reluctant husband complained about the cold temperature she kept her office and bedroom.
She looked down at her now large belly and sighed. Was this baby ever going to come out! It felt like she had been pregnant forever now, and she wondered if she would regain her once slim figure.
Her parents had gone all out on the nursery. It was so stuffed full of clothes and toys it looked more like a daycare than a room for just one child. She smiled as she remembered Vegeta's reaction to it.
His eyes widened in horror. "What kind of torture chamber is this!?"
"It's a babies room silly! All this stuff is supposed to be here. We want to keep our little grandson happy now don't we!" Mrs. Briefs had chided him.
"I won't have my son exposed to.. to such… fluff! He's going to be a prince of the best warrior race in the universe! Not some… some.. weakling!" he spurted out for lack of a better word. He had thought of many, but new better than to say any of them in front of his mate.
"Oh Vegeta, get a grip will you! He won't be playing with this stuff long anyway. Especially if he's anything like you." She crossed her arms over her then much smaller stomach.
Her thoughts were interrupted as a slight pressure like twinge seized her lower back. This had been happening all morning, but seemed to pass if she walked around for a few minutes.
Yamcha watched her get up again. She had been pacing all morning. "You alright babe?" he stuffed an apple slice in his mouth.
"Yeah, my back is just bothering me. And Trunks has been wailing the hell out of my spine the last few days." She spoke her son's name. To his fathers fierce objections, they had settled on a family name. After a few months he had grudgingly agreed to the very non-Saiyan name.
Suddenly an intense pain ripped through her abdomen. "Aaahh!" she screamed and doubled over.
Yamcha jumped up, knocking the table sideways and sending everything on it crashing to the floor. "What's wrong?"
"I-I think its time!" she cried.
Vegeta stopped his workout. Alarm bells going off in his head. Something was terribly wrong with his mate. He hit the emergency shutdown button and bolted out the door. When he entered the house, he saw Yamcha in a near panic, his mate doubled over in pain and food and plates all over the floor next to the upturned table.
He grabbed Yamcha by the collar. "What the hell did you do?!"
"Nothing! I swear!" he choked out.
"Vegeta! Put him down! I think I just had a contraction." She stood up as the pain eased.
He dropped the man, eyeing her suspiciously. Her ki was fluctuating wildly. "It's time for the brat?"
Mrs. Briefs came running into the kitchen. "Is something wrong? I saw Vegeta run in here like something happened."
"She's in labor." Yamcha stammered.
"Oh! We need to get you to the hospital then, dear." She said calmly.
"Shouldn't we hurry?" the now nervous looking Saiyan asked.
"Well, we should go on and go, but it could be hours before the baby actually comes. They say the first is usually the longest. I was in labor for nine hours with Bulma." She laughed.
"Nine hours!" they all shouted in unison.
Bulma had four more contractions before they got to the hospital.
The doctor checked her, a concerned look on his face. "How far apart did you say the contractions were?"
"About fifteen minutes." Her mother supplied.
"Nurse, get her into delivery and prepped. This little guy is in a hurry to see everybody."
Bulma screamed as another pain gripped her. Vegeta looked as panicked as Yamcha.
"Give her something for the pain!" he ordered.
The doctor shook his head. "To late for that. By the time we got anything in her to work, the baby will already be here. Are you the father?"
"Of course you idiot! What do I look like, its aunt!?"
"Vegeta!" Bulma warned.
The doctor only laughed. "I'm used to it Mrs. Briefs. Now I have to go scrub. The nurse will give you a gown if you wish to be in on the delivery."
Vegeta balked. He hadn't even considered being at the hospital for this much less in the actual birthing room. Men weren't supposed to do this sort of thing. The women on his planet always took care of such matters.
"Its ok Vegeta. You don't have too." She panted.
"Don't tell me what to do woman." He growled following her down the hall.
The rest of the group headed for the waiting area.
Bulma screamed again as she pushed with what little strength she had left. "This is all your fault you big monkey!"
"My fault! I'm not the one who stepped out the bath covered with soap suds!" he shouted back, ignoring the snickers from the nurses. "It's just a baby, woman. How hard could it possibly be!"
She gave him a look that made him take a step back. "You try swallowing a bowling ball and then pass it through one of the smallest orifices of your body and then you can have the right to criticize me you asshole!" she seethed.
"One more push Bulma, and that should do it. Now, PUSH!"
There was a quiet moment, then it was broken by the unmistakable sound of a baby wailing.
"Let me see!" she tried to sit up.
The nurse wiped him off, trying to ignore the tail. Things were just getting to strange here, she thought.
"Aww. He's so cute!" she cried as she looked into the blue eyes of her new son.
Vegeta looked more skeptical. "He has purple hair! Woman, what have you done to my son! And… and his eyes are… BLUE!" At least he has a tail.
"Oh, you have your grandpa's hair. I was afraid you would have to go through life with a rug like your daddy." She cooed ignoring Vegeta's indignant snort.
The doctor looked over at them, not quite sure how to ask the next question, so he just asked. "Um, what would you like to do about his tail?"
Bulma looked at Vegeta who nodded. "Take it off."
Vegeta picked up the naked baby, holding him at arms length as if he was unsure of how else to hold him. The child immediately stopped crying and stared at him with those odd eyes. His mother's eyes set into his father's face. The little tail wrapped itself around his wrist and he looked at it. He shouldn't have agreed to let it be removed, but he really didn't need it. The child laughed and startled him.
"He likes you." The nurse smiled as she took the baby, who immediately started to cry again. She ducked away, trying to avoid the mans glare.
"We'll get him, um, ready for you folks."
Bulma collapsed into the pillows. Her eyes fluttered. "Will you go tell everybody, Vegeta? They'll want to go to the window to look at him."
He looked down at her. This one weak little human female that had single handedly turned his life upside down. He wanted to thank her. Tell her he really did love her. But all he could manage was a grunt and a nod. She was asleep before he left the room.
He stood at the window with her parents. The odd looking baby was asleep in the funny little plastic bed. His thumb stuck in his mouth.
Mrs. Briefs dabbed her eyes with her handkerchief. "Aww. He looks just like you, dear." She sniffed at her son-in-law.
He crossed his arms and "Humphed." He felt his son's ki, appraising it. It made him almost as jealous as it did proud. (not that he would ever let anyone know). The boy would be strong. Probably even stronger than himself. Well, after all, he was his son.
Yamcha hung back behind them, staring at the Saiyan. He couldn't quite believe the way things had turned out. Wouldn't the rest of the gang be surprised when they found out. The maniac who had once tried to kill all of them was now married to one of them, with a child. Who would have ever thought!
Vegeta felt the humans eyes on him. He turned to look at the man, a smirk plastered on his face. He still didn't like Yamcha, but he had begun to admire his implacable sense of loyalty to the Briefs. Even if he was a loud mouthed braggart, and always challenging Vegeta's standing in the family.
Yamcha new the prince would just as soon kill him as be in the same room, so it shocked him to the core when the short man stepped aside so he could view the baby. Maybe he wasn't such a bad guy after all, he thought. Then laughed at himself. 'yeah, right!'
Ok, people. If you would like for me to continue with Trunk's first year and Vegeta's ascent to Super Saiyan, Please Review!!!!!!!!!!!!! I need to work on my other story and I don't want to keep writing on this one unless you really want me too. Thanks!!