Disclaimer: Blergh, didn't I just do one in the LAST chapter?!
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Callia's thoughts:
A mother.
Me.
Me, a goddamn mother! How is that possible?!
It's not! It can't be!
It's bad enough having to put up with the whole royalty business . . .
*bitter laughter*
My older sister Relana would give anything to be in my place. She was always the gentle, polite, nurturing one. I was the obnoxious brat, who would rather train with my father and brothers than . . .well, anything else! Relana would have made the perfect queen . . .not to mention the perfect mother and wife. She always knew what to do when I came into the house, all bloody and half unconscious. My mother refused to get anywhere near blood. Guess she couldn't risk getting her precious clothes dirty, since she was always going to those damn parties all the time. Thank kami she never tried to get me to go to any . . . I guess my complete and utter lack of manners, tact, and everything else considered "ladylike" paid off for something after all. Hn. It's all a waste of energy anyway. What's the point of asking someone to get out of your way if you can just blast them across the room? That way they'll be sure to never get in your way again.
Oooooh. . . . My stomach feels like it's being ripped to pieces by some insane little tsuban (tsuban: an annoying little squirrel-like animal) doing an interpretative dance with burning hot razor blades while high on sugar! What the hell is going on in there?! This is worse than any injury I've ever gotten from training or sparring. . .
*sigh*
I know, I know. . . saiyan warriors do not complain or show any outward signs of pain. We bear it with strength and dignity.
Well SCREW THAT!
Whoever came up with that has obviously never. . .
Oh kami.
Something's wrong. . .
No!
DAMNIT, NO!
I will NOT go this way! I refuse to die in childbirth like some weakling little housewife! My death will be an honorable one! Not one lying in bed, surrounded by some strange machine!
Ok kid, listen up. You have been living inside of me for the past 17 months, and somehow I've grown incredibly fond of you. True, I had to stop my training because of you, and I look like I'm trying to conceal a small planet under my stomach. But you're a part of me, and if anyone even THINKS about trying to hurt you, I'd ki blast them so fast they wouldn't know what hit them. It's my job to take care of you, and I'm not going to let you down. Maybe I won't be able to be the mother you deserve, but I will NOT die on you! I . . .
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
A/N: Ahhh! Sorry sorry sorry! Sorry for taking so long to post this up, and sorry it's so short! I'll try to make the next chapter a lot longer! Really! . . . unless I make it a transitions chapter, which would be really short . . .so, uh, I'll make the next NEXT chapter really long! Yea! (just as soon as I figure out what it's going to be. . . )
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Callia's thoughts:
A mother.
Me.
Me, a goddamn mother! How is that possible?!
It's not! It can't be!
It's bad enough having to put up with the whole royalty business . . .
*bitter laughter*
My older sister Relana would give anything to be in my place. She was always the gentle, polite, nurturing one. I was the obnoxious brat, who would rather train with my father and brothers than . . .well, anything else! Relana would have made the perfect queen . . .not to mention the perfect mother and wife. She always knew what to do when I came into the house, all bloody and half unconscious. My mother refused to get anywhere near blood. Guess she couldn't risk getting her precious clothes dirty, since she was always going to those damn parties all the time. Thank kami she never tried to get me to go to any . . . I guess my complete and utter lack of manners, tact, and everything else considered "ladylike" paid off for something after all. Hn. It's all a waste of energy anyway. What's the point of asking someone to get out of your way if you can just blast them across the room? That way they'll be sure to never get in your way again.
Oooooh. . . . My stomach feels like it's being ripped to pieces by some insane little tsuban (tsuban: an annoying little squirrel-like animal) doing an interpretative dance with burning hot razor blades while high on sugar! What the hell is going on in there?! This is worse than any injury I've ever gotten from training or sparring. . .
*sigh*
I know, I know. . . saiyan warriors do not complain or show any outward signs of pain. We bear it with strength and dignity.
Well SCREW THAT!
Whoever came up with that has obviously never. . .
Oh kami.
Something's wrong. . .
No!
DAMNIT, NO!
I will NOT go this way! I refuse to die in childbirth like some weakling little housewife! My death will be an honorable one! Not one lying in bed, surrounded by some strange machine!
Ok kid, listen up. You have been living inside of me for the past 17 months, and somehow I've grown incredibly fond of you. True, I had to stop my training because of you, and I look like I'm trying to conceal a small planet under my stomach. But you're a part of me, and if anyone even THINKS about trying to hurt you, I'd ki blast them so fast they wouldn't know what hit them. It's my job to take care of you, and I'm not going to let you down. Maybe I won't be able to be the mother you deserve, but I will NOT die on you! I . . .
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
A/N: Ahhh! Sorry sorry sorry! Sorry for taking so long to post this up, and sorry it's so short! I'll try to make the next chapter a lot longer! Really! . . . unless I make it a transitions chapter, which would be really short . . .so, uh, I'll make the next NEXT chapter really long! Yea! (just as soon as I figure out what it's going to be. . . )