Callia's scream was cut short abruptly, and Vegeta and the doctor held
their breaths.
A loud wail broke the silence, and the two men rushed over to her bedside. They were greeted with the sight of the exhausted queen cradling her newborn son, who was currently howling his lungs off. She looked up and wearily gave them her infamous smirk.
"He'll be louder than both of us combined."
The baby prince had little tufts of jet-black hair, and a glossy reddish- brown tail, which he was unconsciously twitching around. He probably wouldn't be able to fully control it for a couple of months or so. After all, learning to control the furry appendage was just like learning how to walk.
Vegeta observed his son for a few moments, and silently held out his hands. She gently placed him in the king's gloved hands, where the tiny baby fit snugly. The baby looked at his father solemnly for a few seconds, and proceeded to latch onto his thumb and start gnawing on it with fierce determination. A smile flittered across Vegeta's normally stern face.
"What is his name?"
The silence was broken by the doctor's question. And indeed, it was a very good question . . . as amusing as it was, the prince of the saiyan race could not be called Little Tsuban. Not many planets would fear or respect a planet ruled by a man named after an annoying squirrel-like thing. The king looked up sharply.
"He will be called Vegeta, of course."
"What?!" Callia shot straight up in bed, wincing at the protests of pain from her stomach. "His name can't be Vegeta!"
"And why not?"
"Because that's already YOUR name!"
"Precisely! He's the heir to the throne! It would only make sense that the planet would be in his namesake."
"But HE's the in the PLANET's namesake! It's ridiculous to name a kid after the planet it's born on! What if this was planet Sally, huh? Would you name our son Sally: The Proud Saiyan Prince?!"
"Callia, you're being ridiculous."
She scowled at him darkly. She barely had enough energy left to breathe correctly, much less have an all-out shouting match with her mate. "Unimaginative bastard," she muttered, before passing out cold.
Vegeta stood there for a bit, confused. "So . . . do I win?"
A gurgling sound from his hands came as a reply. He glanced down and saw that his son had managed to chew through the glove, and was now chewing on his bare thumb. He half-smiled.
"You may have my name, but you are certainly your mother's child."
------------------One week later---------------------
"DAMNIT!" Callia dropped her sword and grabbed her left arm, walking hastily over to the small storage area that was attatched to the training room. That morning she had decided that she was well enough to start training again (despite the protests of everyone besides her), and programmed the droids to sword fighting mode. Unfortunately all the time off from training had taken its toll, and she let her guard down for a brief second. That was all that the droid needed to make its attack.
Blood seeped through her fingers and ran down her arms as she looked for some gauze to wrap up her arm in. The fact that she only had one fairly weak arm to assist her in this task, and that her height only allowed her to reach the bottom 2 cabinets of the storage area hindered her search quite a bit.
"Where are the goddamn rolls of gauze?! I could've sworn there were down here . . ."
Annoyed, she formed a low-energy ki blast in her palm and shot it at the top shelves. She had no clue how that would help, but blowing things up was always fun.
BAM!
The explosion rang through the palace. Although it only had about 1/10 of the energy she was capable of using, it still caused a fair amount of damage. For one thing, the storage area was completely burnt to a crisp. They would have to get a new one put in . . . again.
Callia was about to walk out when she noticed a small brownish roll of cloth on the ground.
"THERE it is!" she exclaimed, and proceeded to bind her arm. Meanwhile, the king had heard the explosion and rushed out of his meeting to see what had happened. Not that he was surprised . . . Callia's shouting could be heard all the way to his meeting all across the palace, and he was just waiting for something to blow up.
He went straight to the training room, just in time to see her finish wrapping her arm.
"What are you doing?!"
She turned around.
"Training," she said calmly, walking over to where she had dropped her sword. She unsnarled the strip of black cloth from her huge tangle of purple hair, brushed several strands out of her face, and tied it back up.
"You were just pregnant a week ago!" he exclaimed, not understanding exactly where the tiny saiyan got so much energy from.
She shrugged and picked up her sword, shifting it in her hands to find the most comfortable grip.
"Well, pregnancies aren't really permanent things . . . after the baby's born, it's kinda over."
With that she turned her back on him, gingerly testing to see if she could handle the sword with her wounded arm.
"Don't you need to be taking care of Vegeta?"
She chuckled, not bothering to turn around. "Doesn't sound weird to be talking about yourself in the third person?"
He sighed in annoyance, making her laugh harder.
"Don't worry about the little tsuban . . . he's fast asleep. And Suleepa's looking after him. She'll come get me when he wakes up."
Vegeta chose to momentarily ignore the strange nickname that his strange wife had given their son, and moved on to something else altogether. "Callia, this is no way for a saiyan woman, much less a QUEEN, to be acting!"
She froze, and turned around. "We're a race of warriors," she said quietly, slowly walking towards him. "We train. We fight. It's what we do."
He watched her approach him, warily. "No, the men fight. The women take care of the children and the home."
As quick as lightning, she chucked her sword straight at the king's throat, and launched herself into the air. Right as the metal point touched flesh, she landed right beside her sword and grabbed it by the blade. She smirked at him arrogantly.
"But I'm so much better at this, don't you think?"
He nodded, afraid to talk.
She narrowed her eyes and dug the tip of the sword into his throat. "Don't you have planets to blow up or something?"
A/N: Woo! A long chapter, and it's been less than 2 years since the last one! Go me! *yawn* Well I'm going to go take a break from life for awhile, so I shall see you all when I get back! Bye! (P.S. that wasn't meant to be a cliff-hanger or anything. . . I mean, she's not going to chop his head off or something! so, uh, yay!…? I think. Yes. Right-o!)
A loud wail broke the silence, and the two men rushed over to her bedside. They were greeted with the sight of the exhausted queen cradling her newborn son, who was currently howling his lungs off. She looked up and wearily gave them her infamous smirk.
"He'll be louder than both of us combined."
The baby prince had little tufts of jet-black hair, and a glossy reddish- brown tail, which he was unconsciously twitching around. He probably wouldn't be able to fully control it for a couple of months or so. After all, learning to control the furry appendage was just like learning how to walk.
Vegeta observed his son for a few moments, and silently held out his hands. She gently placed him in the king's gloved hands, where the tiny baby fit snugly. The baby looked at his father solemnly for a few seconds, and proceeded to latch onto his thumb and start gnawing on it with fierce determination. A smile flittered across Vegeta's normally stern face.
"What is his name?"
The silence was broken by the doctor's question. And indeed, it was a very good question . . . as amusing as it was, the prince of the saiyan race could not be called Little Tsuban. Not many planets would fear or respect a planet ruled by a man named after an annoying squirrel-like thing. The king looked up sharply.
"He will be called Vegeta, of course."
"What?!" Callia shot straight up in bed, wincing at the protests of pain from her stomach. "His name can't be Vegeta!"
"And why not?"
"Because that's already YOUR name!"
"Precisely! He's the heir to the throne! It would only make sense that the planet would be in his namesake."
"But HE's the in the PLANET's namesake! It's ridiculous to name a kid after the planet it's born on! What if this was planet Sally, huh? Would you name our son Sally: The Proud Saiyan Prince?!"
"Callia, you're being ridiculous."
She scowled at him darkly. She barely had enough energy left to breathe correctly, much less have an all-out shouting match with her mate. "Unimaginative bastard," she muttered, before passing out cold.
Vegeta stood there for a bit, confused. "So . . . do I win?"
A gurgling sound from his hands came as a reply. He glanced down and saw that his son had managed to chew through the glove, and was now chewing on his bare thumb. He half-smiled.
"You may have my name, but you are certainly your mother's child."
------------------One week later---------------------
"DAMNIT!" Callia dropped her sword and grabbed her left arm, walking hastily over to the small storage area that was attatched to the training room. That morning she had decided that she was well enough to start training again (despite the protests of everyone besides her), and programmed the droids to sword fighting mode. Unfortunately all the time off from training had taken its toll, and she let her guard down for a brief second. That was all that the droid needed to make its attack.
Blood seeped through her fingers and ran down her arms as she looked for some gauze to wrap up her arm in. The fact that she only had one fairly weak arm to assist her in this task, and that her height only allowed her to reach the bottom 2 cabinets of the storage area hindered her search quite a bit.
"Where are the goddamn rolls of gauze?! I could've sworn there were down here . . ."
Annoyed, she formed a low-energy ki blast in her palm and shot it at the top shelves. She had no clue how that would help, but blowing things up was always fun.
BAM!
The explosion rang through the palace. Although it only had about 1/10 of the energy she was capable of using, it still caused a fair amount of damage. For one thing, the storage area was completely burnt to a crisp. They would have to get a new one put in . . . again.
Callia was about to walk out when she noticed a small brownish roll of cloth on the ground.
"THERE it is!" she exclaimed, and proceeded to bind her arm. Meanwhile, the king had heard the explosion and rushed out of his meeting to see what had happened. Not that he was surprised . . . Callia's shouting could be heard all the way to his meeting all across the palace, and he was just waiting for something to blow up.
He went straight to the training room, just in time to see her finish wrapping her arm.
"What are you doing?!"
She turned around.
"Training," she said calmly, walking over to where she had dropped her sword. She unsnarled the strip of black cloth from her huge tangle of purple hair, brushed several strands out of her face, and tied it back up.
"You were just pregnant a week ago!" he exclaimed, not understanding exactly where the tiny saiyan got so much energy from.
She shrugged and picked up her sword, shifting it in her hands to find the most comfortable grip.
"Well, pregnancies aren't really permanent things . . . after the baby's born, it's kinda over."
With that she turned her back on him, gingerly testing to see if she could handle the sword with her wounded arm.
"Don't you need to be taking care of Vegeta?"
She chuckled, not bothering to turn around. "Doesn't sound weird to be talking about yourself in the third person?"
He sighed in annoyance, making her laugh harder.
"Don't worry about the little tsuban . . . he's fast asleep. And Suleepa's looking after him. She'll come get me when he wakes up."
Vegeta chose to momentarily ignore the strange nickname that his strange wife had given their son, and moved on to something else altogether. "Callia, this is no way for a saiyan woman, much less a QUEEN, to be acting!"
She froze, and turned around. "We're a race of warriors," she said quietly, slowly walking towards him. "We train. We fight. It's what we do."
He watched her approach him, warily. "No, the men fight. The women take care of the children and the home."
As quick as lightning, she chucked her sword straight at the king's throat, and launched herself into the air. Right as the metal point touched flesh, she landed right beside her sword and grabbed it by the blade. She smirked at him arrogantly.
"But I'm so much better at this, don't you think?"
He nodded, afraid to talk.
She narrowed her eyes and dug the tip of the sword into his throat. "Don't you have planets to blow up or something?"
A/N: Woo! A long chapter, and it's been less than 2 years since the last one! Go me! *yawn* Well I'm going to go take a break from life for awhile, so I shall see you all when I get back! Bye! (P.S. that wasn't meant to be a cliff-hanger or anything. . . I mean, she's not going to chop his head off or something! so, uh, yay!…? I think. Yes. Right-o!)