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Toryama. All of the character names are property of him.
A sharp pain struck my lower abdomen. I woke up with a gasp. There was another pain and I crawled out of bed. "Gotta get to the bathroom." I wispered. I walked down the hall to the large upstairs bathroom. As I reached the door, another pain struck. This on was really strong. I realized then that these pains were contractions. I gasped in pain and fell to my knees. I grabbed the edge of the sink and put a hand on my round belly. I noticed a puddle forming on the linolium under me. "Oh, not good." I said, tears forming in my eyes. I decided that I needed to call some attention to myself. As I had another contraction, I let out a blood curtling scream. My mother and father were on vacation in America so the only one that could hear me would be the one who put me in this mess to begin with. The one who, in the beginning left me alone and told me to stay out of his life. Vegeta. I heard his heavy footsteps as he approached the bathroom. "What the hell?" he said as he came upon my little scene. "Help me." I wimpered, tears of pain running down my cheaks. The pain was terrible. "Uh, how?" He asked. He doesn't know anything! "T...take me t...to the m...med room." I stuttered. He nods nervously. He picked me up and carried me down stairs. A weird look crossed his face. "Why is my arm getting wet?" He asked. Then a look of disgust washed over him. "Woman! You're leaking!" Vegeta shouted. "Shut up you idiot!" I screamed. He, to my suprise, obeyed.
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"You think I'm crazy? Even if she is human, she's pregnant and in pain! Who knows what harm could come!" ~Vegeta
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He finally got to the med room and set me down on the opperating table. "What now?" He asked, sounding a bit more nervous now. "Call ChiChi!" I spat at him. He took a gulp of air and reached for the phone. He conversed with the person at the other end for a brief moment then hung up. Suddenly Goku and ChiChi stood in the med room with us. "Hey guys! What's going on?" Goku asked. "What the hell does it look like Kakarot!?" Vegeta growled. "Oh, yeah!" Goku said scratching the back of his head. "Ok, boys!" ChiChi shouted. "Goku honey you hold Bulma's hand, Vegeta you stand here."
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"That's another woman I'll never mess with!" ~Vegeta
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"Just what exactly do I do just standing here?" Vegeta asked. "You'll see." ChiChi said, an evil smile on her face. Vegeta stood at the end of the table, between my feet. He looked down and blushed. "VEGETA!" ChiChi screamed. She slapped him hard across the face. "Bulma how are you doing?" "Another contraction is coming." I told her. "Ok, you've got to push on this one." She said. I did as I was told. I bared down and squeezed Goku's hand. He let out a wimper as his hand made a cracking noise. The contraction passed and I relaxed. "What the hell is that?" Vegeta asked, again looking disgusted. "Sweet Kami that's disgusting!" ChiChi heard him and leaned back to see what he was talking about. "Oh my gosh! Bulma I can see the head!" I smiled weakly at her and then bared down as yet another contraction came. "This is going to be a long night." Vegeta mumbled.
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1 hour later
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I layed there on the med room table, exhausted. In my arms layed the tiny being that was causing me such pain just an hour ago. His lavender hair was covered by a blanket and his blues eyes sparkled as he looked up at me. His eyes reminded me of Vegeta. He had a soft, furry brown tail, which wrapped around my arm. I now understood what love at first site felt like. I closed my eyes and hummed a lullaby. "What am I going to call you little guy?" I asked him. He looked up at me and I somehow knew exactly what to name him. "Trunks Vegeta Briefs." I said. "I wish your daddy was here to see you."
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"I'm here Bulma." I said out loud. She didn't here me though. I stood outside the window of the med room. I looked at the little thing she held in her arms. She called him Trunks. I wanted to hold him so badly but I refrained. "I'd have to go in there and I don't want to." I said. I don't know why though. I sat down in the chair by the door. "I'm a father now." I said. A smile spread across my face. I began to laugh. "It feel so good."
THE END
A sharp pain struck my lower abdomen. I woke up with a gasp. There was another pain and I crawled out of bed. "Gotta get to the bathroom." I wispered. I walked down the hall to the large upstairs bathroom. As I reached the door, another pain struck. This on was really strong. I realized then that these pains were contractions. I gasped in pain and fell to my knees. I grabbed the edge of the sink and put a hand on my round belly. I noticed a puddle forming on the linolium under me. "Oh, not good." I said, tears forming in my eyes. I decided that I needed to call some attention to myself. As I had another contraction, I let out a blood curtling scream. My mother and father were on vacation in America so the only one that could hear me would be the one who put me in this mess to begin with. The one who, in the beginning left me alone and told me to stay out of his life. Vegeta. I heard his heavy footsteps as he approached the bathroom. "What the hell?" he said as he came upon my little scene. "Help me." I wimpered, tears of pain running down my cheaks. The pain was terrible. "Uh, how?" He asked. He doesn't know anything! "T...take me t...to the m...med room." I stuttered. He nods nervously. He picked me up and carried me down stairs. A weird look crossed his face. "Why is my arm getting wet?" He asked. Then a look of disgust washed over him. "Woman! You're leaking!" Vegeta shouted. "Shut up you idiot!" I screamed. He, to my suprise, obeyed.
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"You think I'm crazy? Even if she is human, she's pregnant and in pain! Who knows what harm could come!" ~Vegeta
* * * * * * * * * *
He finally got to the med room and set me down on the opperating table. "What now?" He asked, sounding a bit more nervous now. "Call ChiChi!" I spat at him. He took a gulp of air and reached for the phone. He conversed with the person at the other end for a brief moment then hung up. Suddenly Goku and ChiChi stood in the med room with us. "Hey guys! What's going on?" Goku asked. "What the hell does it look like Kakarot!?" Vegeta growled. "Oh, yeah!" Goku said scratching the back of his head. "Ok, boys!" ChiChi shouted. "Goku honey you hold Bulma's hand, Vegeta you stand here."
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"That's another woman I'll never mess with!" ~Vegeta
* * * * * * * * * *
"Just what exactly do I do just standing here?" Vegeta asked. "You'll see." ChiChi said, an evil smile on her face. Vegeta stood at the end of the table, between my feet. He looked down and blushed. "VEGETA!" ChiChi screamed. She slapped him hard across the face. "Bulma how are you doing?" "Another contraction is coming." I told her. "Ok, you've got to push on this one." She said. I did as I was told. I bared down and squeezed Goku's hand. He let out a wimper as his hand made a cracking noise. The contraction passed and I relaxed. "What the hell is that?" Vegeta asked, again looking disgusted. "Sweet Kami that's disgusting!" ChiChi heard him and leaned back to see what he was talking about. "Oh my gosh! Bulma I can see the head!" I smiled weakly at her and then bared down as yet another contraction came. "This is going to be a long night." Vegeta mumbled.
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1 hour later
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I layed there on the med room table, exhausted. In my arms layed the tiny being that was causing me such pain just an hour ago. His lavender hair was covered by a blanket and his blues eyes sparkled as he looked up at me. His eyes reminded me of Vegeta. He had a soft, furry brown tail, which wrapped around my arm. I now understood what love at first site felt like. I closed my eyes and hummed a lullaby. "What am I going to call you little guy?" I asked him. He looked up at me and I somehow knew exactly what to name him. "Trunks Vegeta Briefs." I said. "I wish your daddy was here to see you."
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"I'm here Bulma." I said out loud. She didn't here me though. I stood outside the window of the med room. I looked at the little thing she held in her arms. She called him Trunks. I wanted to hold him so badly but I refrained. "I'd have to go in there and I don't want to." I said. I don't know why though. I sat down in the chair by the door. "I'm a father now." I said. A smile spread across my face. I began to laugh. "It feel so good."
THE END