Disclaimer: Oh man, do I REALLY have to do this again?? (yes) damn. Ok,
uh, yea. Ditto to the first one. w00t!
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After Callia managed to calm down somewhat, everyone was ushered out of the room save for herself, Vegeta, and the doctor. With the machine now set up, there was technically no need for the doctor to actually be there. He stayed to oversee the procedure and to make sure that nothing would go wrong. And Vegeta stayed because, well. . . he was certain there would be dire consequences if he even thought about stepping foot outside the room.
Not that the king was one to be easily intimidated. Far from it. It was just that most saiyan women, though slightly weaker than the males (but only slightly, mind you; they were still fighters) generally had attitudes that could send any living creature to run and hide under the nearest rock. Callia was no exception. What she lacked in height was made up for by her fiery personality. On top of all that, she was still technically a teenager. And pregnant. She was definitely not a force to be messed with.
Vegeta made himself comfortable in a nearby chair, wishing that he could be in his meeting room right now, discussing tactics on how to conquer planets more efficiently.
"Why should I be here? I'm not the one having the child, for Kami's sake! I swear, I will never understand women. . ." he muttered to himself.
Callia turned her heads towards him and growled, "Of course you're not the one having the baby! Men couldn't handle child-birth if it was reduced to the equivalent of eating pudding!"
"What?!" he boomed, shooting out of his chair and looming over her.
She scared him, true, but he still had a colossal pride of his own.
"How dare you insult your husband, the King of Vegeta-sei like that? Have you no respect, woman?!"
She glared back, un-flinching.
"Oh don't start that 'woman' crap with ME! I have plenty of respect! You're the one who doesn't. . .AHHHHHHH!" she cried out suddenly, arching her back off the bed.
"What's wrong?" he demanded, carefully trying to mask the panic in his voice.
After panting harshly for a few minutes, she regained her composure and narrowed her eyes at him.
"I'm trying to shove a mini version of a saiyan out of my body, where it has been leeching off of me for the past 17 months!"
Unfortunately, saiyan pregnancies tended to take longer than human ones. Perhaps it was because of the tail. Who knows?
"You know what I mean," he said, flustered.
"It's labor! What, do you expect me to start singing and dancing?!"
Before he could reply, she let out another earsplitting scream. However, this one was different from the last one. She writhed around, her features contorted in pain.
The doctor rushed over, quickly checking to see what was wrong.
"Oh no. . ." He turned to the king and beckoned him away from her bedside.
"What's happening to her? Why aren't you fixing it?" Vegeta demanded as soon as they were out of her hearing range.
The doctor took a deep breath.
"There are complications. Her vital signs are becoming weaker. I. . . don't know if her body can handle this."
A/N: Sorry to stop it at such a strange place, but I kinda lost my momentum. I figure the next part should be pretty "dramatic," and I'm in no state to do that right now. (lol, somehow I've developed this bad habit of not starting hw until 2 in the morning, so now would be hw time) I'll try to post it up as soon as I write it. Thanks for the reviews on the first chapter!!!
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After Callia managed to calm down somewhat, everyone was ushered out of the room save for herself, Vegeta, and the doctor. With the machine now set up, there was technically no need for the doctor to actually be there. He stayed to oversee the procedure and to make sure that nothing would go wrong. And Vegeta stayed because, well. . . he was certain there would be dire consequences if he even thought about stepping foot outside the room.
Not that the king was one to be easily intimidated. Far from it. It was just that most saiyan women, though slightly weaker than the males (but only slightly, mind you; they were still fighters) generally had attitudes that could send any living creature to run and hide under the nearest rock. Callia was no exception. What she lacked in height was made up for by her fiery personality. On top of all that, she was still technically a teenager. And pregnant. She was definitely not a force to be messed with.
Vegeta made himself comfortable in a nearby chair, wishing that he could be in his meeting room right now, discussing tactics on how to conquer planets more efficiently.
"Why should I be here? I'm not the one having the child, for Kami's sake! I swear, I will never understand women. . ." he muttered to himself.
Callia turned her heads towards him and growled, "Of course you're not the one having the baby! Men couldn't handle child-birth if it was reduced to the equivalent of eating pudding!"
"What?!" he boomed, shooting out of his chair and looming over her.
She scared him, true, but he still had a colossal pride of his own.
"How dare you insult your husband, the King of Vegeta-sei like that? Have you no respect, woman?!"
She glared back, un-flinching.
"Oh don't start that 'woman' crap with ME! I have plenty of respect! You're the one who doesn't. . .AHHHHHHH!" she cried out suddenly, arching her back off the bed.
"What's wrong?" he demanded, carefully trying to mask the panic in his voice.
After panting harshly for a few minutes, she regained her composure and narrowed her eyes at him.
"I'm trying to shove a mini version of a saiyan out of my body, where it has been leeching off of me for the past 17 months!"
Unfortunately, saiyan pregnancies tended to take longer than human ones. Perhaps it was because of the tail. Who knows?
"You know what I mean," he said, flustered.
"It's labor! What, do you expect me to start singing and dancing?!"
Before he could reply, she let out another earsplitting scream. However, this one was different from the last one. She writhed around, her features contorted in pain.
The doctor rushed over, quickly checking to see what was wrong.
"Oh no. . ." He turned to the king and beckoned him away from her bedside.
"What's happening to her? Why aren't you fixing it?" Vegeta demanded as soon as they were out of her hearing range.
The doctor took a deep breath.
"There are complications. Her vital signs are becoming weaker. I. . . don't know if her body can handle this."
A/N: Sorry to stop it at such a strange place, but I kinda lost my momentum. I figure the next part should be pretty "dramatic," and I'm in no state to do that right now. (lol, somehow I've developed this bad habit of not starting hw until 2 in the morning, so now would be hw time) I'll try to post it up as soon as I write it. Thanks for the reviews on the first chapter!!!