Disclaimer – o – Doom: Well technically I DO own Callia since she
technically isn't actually IN the DB/DBZ/DBGT series. . . but now I have
this nagging fear of the copyright police jumping out from under my bed and
arresting me, so. . . I don't own ANYTHING! Not any of the db/z/gt
stories, or characters! NOTHING! YOU HEAR ME?! NOOOOOOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!
A/N: Alrighty, here's the deal: since Vegeta's mom is NEVER mentioned in the story, I figure she deserves to have a story. Yes. *blinks* Uhm, I apologize if she actually already has a name and personality and whatnot, but all this is just from the depths of my insane mind. (lol, you'll see where Vegeta got his attitude from!)
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Callia moaned loudly and doubled over, clutching at her swollen belly. The contractions had gotten longer and more painful. Her many attendants bustled about her, wiping her sweaty brow with a damp towel and fluffing her pillows. Not that they could do anything to lessen the pain . . . they were just used to pampering her like that.
"Please . . . I want to see my husband," she managed to gasp out between clenched teeth. One of her younger male attendants came forward, nervously fussing with this shirt and avoiding the temperamental queen's gaze.
"Well, uh, you see. . . King Vegeta is kinda in a very important meeting right now, and. . . uhm. . . I don't think he wants to be disturbed . . ."
"WHAT?!"
He flinched, instinctively shielding himself with his arms. Then realizing that he might have offended her, he immediately puts his arms down.
She took no notice of any of this, however, and continued screaming at the terrified attendant.
"What do you mean MORE IMPORTANT?! I'm having his goddamn child, you idiot! What the hell is more important than that?! You tell that selfish bastard to get in here RIGHT NOW, OR I WILL RIP OUT HIS TAIL AND HANG HIM BY IT!" As she caught her breath, another contraction hit her, nearly making her cry out. Nearly. . . but not quite. She refused to succumb to such a blatant show of pain, and had not cried out a single time since she went into labor. Instead, she chose another outlet: the poor, unsuspecting metal bedrails. By now they had been bent into an unrecognizable state.
"I . . . uhm, ok, I'll . . . I'll go tell him right away." He turned and ran out of the room as quickly as he could, almost tripping over his tail on the way out.
An elderly woman approached her with a strip of cloth, chuckling at her long-time charge's treatment of the panicked attendant. She had been Callia's nursemaid since she was a little girl, and was used to her violent temper.
"Now Callia, it's not nice to scare the poor boy like that!" she admonished, gently helping her sit up so she could tie back her long, purple hair. "He looked like he was afraid you were going to eat him!"
The queen snorted and rolled her eyes. "Maybe I should. I feel like meat."
"Callia!"
"I'm sorry Sueleepa," she laughed weakly, "but this pregnancy thing is driving me insane! And giving birth is probably the easy part . . . How in kami's name am I going to be able raise this kid?! I mean, Vegeta's not going to be any help . . . he's always too busy blowing up planets, and, I dunno, bowling, or whatever the hell it is that he does all day."
Another contraction seized her, causing her to grab and twist the bedrails further. Sueleepa looked on with concern, ordering an attendant to go and fetch the doctor.
"It's almost time, Callia," she said soothingly, brushing sweaty strands of hair from her eyes. "The doctor's been called, and I'm sure Vegeta's on his way."
"He better be," she choked out in an intimidating tone of voice. "I am NOT going through this alone!"
However, despite her callous exterior, the old saiyan woman could still see the scared teenager hiding underneath.
"She's too young for this!" she thought to herself angrily as she helped her lie back down. "I don't care how strong and tough she is . . . she's only a child! I hope to kami that her 18-year-old body can handle this." She cursed King Vegeta silently for putting the poor girl in the position she was in.
A few minutes later, the doctor came into the room and started preparing for the birthing process.
"Everything looks just fine," he assured Callia after checking her vital stats.
She glared up at him and spat out venomously, "How does this look 'just fine'?! I would like to know exactly what is 'just fine' about having a stomach big enough to fit your HEAD inside of!"
He merely blinked and proceeded to pick a syringe off of a metal tray next to her bed, filling it up with a light green-colored fluid.
"What's that?"
"A very strong painkiller." He took her right arm to inject the liquid, but she violently drew it back.
"No. I can handle the pain perfectly well without any help from your drugs," she said scornfully, exhibiting the stubborn pride that the saiyan race was infamous for.
He sighed and put the needle down on the tray, knowing that it would be futile to argue with the queen. "As you wish. Shall we begin?"
He rolled over a complicated machine that had been placed in a corner of the room, and began to set it up around Callia. The device assured the baby a safe passage from the womb into the outside world, but it was not always so easy on the mother. She would no doubt be in incredible amounts of pain.
"Wait!" she cried out. The doctor stopped in surprise as her tail wiggled out from under her and curled around his wrist.
"Wait until Vegeta gets here," she commanded severely.
Knowing that she would somehow be able to delay giving birth until the king arrived, he nodded silently and stopped what he was doing. Her stubbornness to wait for her husband would probably allow her to keep the baby in for a whole week, if she had to.
A minute or so later, the king finally made his grand appearance. Striding in at 6'10 (not including his hair), a dark mustache prominent on his stern face, and a long cape swishing about him, he was an intimidating sight. Everyone in the room instinctively shrunk back, except for the petit girl who was currently in labor with his son.
"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" she screamed at him, making the doctor worry that all the energy she was exerting would cause the baby to just shoot out then and there.
"I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU FOR THE PAST HOUR, YOU JERK!"
He strode over to her side and apologetically smiled down at her.
"I'm sorry, but we were in the middle of some very important. . ."
She screamed and grab the first thing her hand came in contact with, the syringe, and hurled it at him with all her might. He ducked just in time as it sailed across the room and went right through the wall, leaving a small hole. There was a muffled groan from the other room, followed by a dull thud. Callia, however, was too angry to notice any of this.
"More important?! What the hell is more important than being here for the birth of your freakin' son?! He's going to be your heir, you know! Or have you forgotten that, Mr. I'm-so-high-and-mighty-because-I-have- a-whole-planet-named-after-me? Maybe I should just chuck the damn kid out the window as soon as it's born! See what becomes of your precious planet THEN!"
Despite the fact that Vegeta was, as she mentioned, the king of a planet in his namesake, and had been to war numerous times, he was rather afraid of his wife. Quite frankly, the small saiyan queen terrified him.
"Well, it is kinda of your planet also. . . " he began, but was immediately cut off with:
"SHUT UP!"
Well, there was no way to argue with that.
A/N 2 (The stupidity returns): More chapters are on their way! I. . .think. I seem to have this habit of starting stories and never finishing them. . . Well, I kinda know where I'm going with this one, so that's always a good thing! So how do you guys like Callia? Review, please!!!
A/N: Alrighty, here's the deal: since Vegeta's mom is NEVER mentioned in the story, I figure she deserves to have a story. Yes. *blinks* Uhm, I apologize if she actually already has a name and personality and whatnot, but all this is just from the depths of my insane mind. (lol, you'll see where Vegeta got his attitude from!)
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Callia moaned loudly and doubled over, clutching at her swollen belly. The contractions had gotten longer and more painful. Her many attendants bustled about her, wiping her sweaty brow with a damp towel and fluffing her pillows. Not that they could do anything to lessen the pain . . . they were just used to pampering her like that.
"Please . . . I want to see my husband," she managed to gasp out between clenched teeth. One of her younger male attendants came forward, nervously fussing with this shirt and avoiding the temperamental queen's gaze.
"Well, uh, you see. . . King Vegeta is kinda in a very important meeting right now, and. . . uhm. . . I don't think he wants to be disturbed . . ."
"WHAT?!"
He flinched, instinctively shielding himself with his arms. Then realizing that he might have offended her, he immediately puts his arms down.
She took no notice of any of this, however, and continued screaming at the terrified attendant.
"What do you mean MORE IMPORTANT?! I'm having his goddamn child, you idiot! What the hell is more important than that?! You tell that selfish bastard to get in here RIGHT NOW, OR I WILL RIP OUT HIS TAIL AND HANG HIM BY IT!" As she caught her breath, another contraction hit her, nearly making her cry out. Nearly. . . but not quite. She refused to succumb to such a blatant show of pain, and had not cried out a single time since she went into labor. Instead, she chose another outlet: the poor, unsuspecting metal bedrails. By now they had been bent into an unrecognizable state.
"I . . . uhm, ok, I'll . . . I'll go tell him right away." He turned and ran out of the room as quickly as he could, almost tripping over his tail on the way out.
An elderly woman approached her with a strip of cloth, chuckling at her long-time charge's treatment of the panicked attendant. She had been Callia's nursemaid since she was a little girl, and was used to her violent temper.
"Now Callia, it's not nice to scare the poor boy like that!" she admonished, gently helping her sit up so she could tie back her long, purple hair. "He looked like he was afraid you were going to eat him!"
The queen snorted and rolled her eyes. "Maybe I should. I feel like meat."
"Callia!"
"I'm sorry Sueleepa," she laughed weakly, "but this pregnancy thing is driving me insane! And giving birth is probably the easy part . . . How in kami's name am I going to be able raise this kid?! I mean, Vegeta's not going to be any help . . . he's always too busy blowing up planets, and, I dunno, bowling, or whatever the hell it is that he does all day."
Another contraction seized her, causing her to grab and twist the bedrails further. Sueleepa looked on with concern, ordering an attendant to go and fetch the doctor.
"It's almost time, Callia," she said soothingly, brushing sweaty strands of hair from her eyes. "The doctor's been called, and I'm sure Vegeta's on his way."
"He better be," she choked out in an intimidating tone of voice. "I am NOT going through this alone!"
However, despite her callous exterior, the old saiyan woman could still see the scared teenager hiding underneath.
"She's too young for this!" she thought to herself angrily as she helped her lie back down. "I don't care how strong and tough she is . . . she's only a child! I hope to kami that her 18-year-old body can handle this." She cursed King Vegeta silently for putting the poor girl in the position she was in.
A few minutes later, the doctor came into the room and started preparing for the birthing process.
"Everything looks just fine," he assured Callia after checking her vital stats.
She glared up at him and spat out venomously, "How does this look 'just fine'?! I would like to know exactly what is 'just fine' about having a stomach big enough to fit your HEAD inside of!"
He merely blinked and proceeded to pick a syringe off of a metal tray next to her bed, filling it up with a light green-colored fluid.
"What's that?"
"A very strong painkiller." He took her right arm to inject the liquid, but she violently drew it back.
"No. I can handle the pain perfectly well without any help from your drugs," she said scornfully, exhibiting the stubborn pride that the saiyan race was infamous for.
He sighed and put the needle down on the tray, knowing that it would be futile to argue with the queen. "As you wish. Shall we begin?"
He rolled over a complicated machine that had been placed in a corner of the room, and began to set it up around Callia. The device assured the baby a safe passage from the womb into the outside world, but it was not always so easy on the mother. She would no doubt be in incredible amounts of pain.
"Wait!" she cried out. The doctor stopped in surprise as her tail wiggled out from under her and curled around his wrist.
"Wait until Vegeta gets here," she commanded severely.
Knowing that she would somehow be able to delay giving birth until the king arrived, he nodded silently and stopped what he was doing. Her stubbornness to wait for her husband would probably allow her to keep the baby in for a whole week, if she had to.
A minute or so later, the king finally made his grand appearance. Striding in at 6'10 (not including his hair), a dark mustache prominent on his stern face, and a long cape swishing about him, he was an intimidating sight. Everyone in the room instinctively shrunk back, except for the petit girl who was currently in labor with his son.
"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" she screamed at him, making the doctor worry that all the energy she was exerting would cause the baby to just shoot out then and there.
"I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU FOR THE PAST HOUR, YOU JERK!"
He strode over to her side and apologetically smiled down at her.
"I'm sorry, but we were in the middle of some very important. . ."
She screamed and grab the first thing her hand came in contact with, the syringe, and hurled it at him with all her might. He ducked just in time as it sailed across the room and went right through the wall, leaving a small hole. There was a muffled groan from the other room, followed by a dull thud. Callia, however, was too angry to notice any of this.
"More important?! What the hell is more important than being here for the birth of your freakin' son?! He's going to be your heir, you know! Or have you forgotten that, Mr. I'm-so-high-and-mighty-because-I-have- a-whole-planet-named-after-me? Maybe I should just chuck the damn kid out the window as soon as it's born! See what becomes of your precious planet THEN!"
Despite the fact that Vegeta was, as she mentioned, the king of a planet in his namesake, and had been to war numerous times, he was rather afraid of his wife. Quite frankly, the small saiyan queen terrified him.
"Well, it is kinda of your planet also. . . " he began, but was immediately cut off with:
"SHUT UP!"
Well, there was no way to argue with that.
A/N 2 (The stupidity returns): More chapters are on their way! I. . .think. I seem to have this habit of starting stories and never finishing them. . . Well, I kinda know where I'm going with this one, so that's always a good thing! So how do you guys like Callia? Review, please!!!