A/N DEDICATION: I am sad to say that this fic will be coming to an end soon.. WAAH! LOL (unless you want a sequel hee hee), but I would just like to thank you guys for reading it, it truly has been a pleasure writing this fiction for myself and for all of you.

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"What are you staring at BOY?"

Trunks winced slightly from the harshness of the tone, "N-nothing, I'm not staring at anything."

Vegeta narrowed his eyes, "The next time you look my way boy, I shall gauge your eyes out. Understood?" He said in a quiet menacing tone.

A hurt looked flashed across Trunks' face.

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Vegeta saw the hurt look and utterly confused by the meaning behind his hurt face. His eyes widened slightly, looking into Trunks' eyes. *Those eyes..* Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he growled and roughly pushed Trunks backwards.

Dende decided to intercept, "Vegeta! This is really not a good time for you to be starting a fight with the poor guy."

Vegeta sent a glare towards Dende, that shut him up faster than you could say 'Angry Saiya-jin'.

Trunks backed away from the bitterness of his so called 'father'. If this was what he was really like, then he was glad his real father -was- dead! Trunks looked at his boots and muttered to himself, "Jerk-Ass."

Vegeta heard the quiet comment and snarled at the purple-haired boy, "You are treading on thin ice, boy."

Trunks rolled his eyes and decided to keep a distance between himself and Vegeta.

Krillin sat near the edge of the lookout, looking down at the clouds. He grimaced as he remembered the pretty blonde android being absorbed by the green creature. He couldn't help feel sorry for her, he saw something in her that he didn't think the other's saw.

Vegeta went back to sit on the steps and meditate, he looked at the large round clock and frowned. The day was coming to an end and Goku and Gohan had been in the chamber for nearly a year. They still had another day/year to go.

He sneered thinking that Goku would once again be stronger than him, with the additional time of two years of training. Sitting down, he focused his mind on training mentally. Every warrior prepared themselves physically as well as mentally.

Vegeta soon found himself becoming impatient, the meditating not working. If he was honest, then thoughts of Bulma were distracting him. He knew that his mother had died from giving birth to him, he just hoped that Bulma would not share the same fate. Because if she did then there would be no way to bring her back.

Growling he stood up and walked to the edge of the lookout. He peered down and scowled as he noticed the mass destruction Cell was leaving behind, not that he cared about this crappy planet, but he was in the mood for a good fight. He flared his ki as he kept looking down.

Krillin, Trunks, Piccolo, Dende and Mr. Popo all turned to see what Vegeta was doing. The were surprised to see him transforming into Super-Saiyajin.

Krillin looked at Vegeta from his spot on the edge of the lookout. "Vegeta what are you doing?"

Vegeta turned and glared at Krillin, "Enough of this waiting. Warriors do not run from battles or wait. We fight now."

Piccolo placed a look of disgust on his face, "Vegeta. We are nowhere near this creatures' power. If you go to fight him now, you will be killed! Have patience and wait for Goku and Gohan to come out from their training."

Electricity crackled around Vegeta's body, "I give a shit about those two idiots. I am tired of waiting. I don't care about what you pathetic weaklings do, but I am going down to kill that disgusting shitty green creature. And I don't intend on losing."

Without waiting for an answer he blasted down from the lookout and flew down to where he could sense Cell's energy. He made sure that he had put up strong mental walls to block out any thoughts from Bulma, if she ever regained consciousness. Vegeta smirked as the blood began pumping around his body faster, the adrenaline kicking in. He would enjoy crushing Cell into the ground.

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{Vegeta-sei}

Bulma groaned as she came into consciousness. The room was dark, save for the sunlight coming from the large window and Bulma found herself tucked up tightly in a medical bed. *What in Kami-sama's name is going on..?* She wriggled slightly into a different position and gasped in pain.

Memories of her pained labor began seeping back into her mind. She looked downwards and saw that her stomach was still rather large. Another wave of pain came over her and she realised that the sleeping anesthetic was beginning to wear off.

Grumbling she began shifting her position again and noticed Chi Chi sitting on the nearby chair, sleeping soundly. Bulma wanted a few questions answered so she whispered her friend's name, to try and awaken her.

"Chi Chi.." She whispered, "Chi Chi," she said a little louder. Bulma rolled her eyes. *Jeez, Chich could you be anymore dead to the world?!* "CHI CHI," she said even louder this time.

Chi Chi stirred slightly but made no inclination of waking up. Instead she began mumbling in her sleep, "Uh,ugly dinosaur-should make a meal out of you. Gohan must be hungry-"

Bulma growled quietly, starting to become annoyed at her friend's deep slumber. Reaching behind her, she grabbed an extra pillow and hurled it at Chi Chi's sleeping head.

"YEEOW," Chi Chi screamed as she was abruptly woken up and was now holding the pillow in the air above her head, like a weapon. "Gohan, what have I told you about bringing dinosaurs back into the house!!" Her eyes widened slightly, "Bulma?"

Bulma would have laughed, if she had not been in pain. "Chi Chi, you sleep like a goddamn rock! And what the heck is this about dinosaurs?"

Chi Chi slowed her breathing down slightly, "Well-" She stopped short when she remembered Bulma was in labor, "It's a long story, I'll tell you about it some other time." She rushed to Bulma's side and began dabbing a wet cloth on her forehead. "How do you feel?" She asked gently.

Bulma sighed as the coldness of the cloth brought her slight comfort. "I feel like I'm ready to pop this baby out of me! I know it premature, but really Chi Chi, how bad is it?" She asked, hoping there wouldn't be any complications.

Chi Chi wore a worried expression on her face as noticed that Bulma's fever had increased, "I told Dr. Vegar that I'd get him once you were awake. He has something to tell you."

Bulma nodded mutely and let her friend go to retrieve the doctor, doubts were still swimming in the back of her mind.

Dr. Vegar came back in alone, as he had asked Chi Chi to wait outside. Bulma looked up and him from where she was laying and smiled weakly, "Is everything ok?" The pain was beginning to be more and more uncomfortable.

Dr. Vegar bowed in respect at his Queen. Even though she was weak, her endurance through the labor had been admirable. "Your highness, I have two options to give to you," he remembered what King Regent had said about not mentioning the complications to her.

Bulma nodded for him to continue.

Dr. Vegar looked down slightly unsure, at his chart. He cleared his throat, "One option would be to consider placing your child in an incubator."

Bulma frowned, but remained silent.

Dr. Vegar shifted uncomfortably, "The other option is to give birth to the heir in natural circumstances, but I warn you that there is a fifty percent chance that you might not make it through the birth." He didn't want to add that the other fifty percent determined whether or not the Saiya-jin child survived.

Bulma closed her eyes and exhaled softly, her breathing coming in short rasps. After a moment, she slowly opened them and placed them on the face of the tall doctor. "I think you know my answer Vegar."

Dr. Vegar nodded, he knew that the Queen had known about the defects of placing a Saiya-jin child in an incubator. So it was obvious on what her choice would be.

Bulma bit her lip as she tried to oppress some of the pain, "Do you think you could give me a sort of pain reliever."

Dr. Vegar shook his head sadly, "I'm afraid not your majesty. As you remember, our planet does not omit such a drug."

Bulma's head fell back onto the pillow, defeated. A nurse entered the room and pressed a button to make the lights come up to give a dim glow. She began the general procedures and started on checking the state of Bulma's pregnancy.

Bulma watched on helplessly, wishing that Vegeta was with her.

The nurse turned to Dr. Vegar and mumbled something into his ear, Bulma strained trying to hear what she was saying.

Dr. Vegar turned to Bulma and tried to smile, something which he was not used to doing. "It seems your pregnancy is coming along well. You should be ready to deliver the child in the next two hours.

Bulma didn't know whether to jump around with joy or let out a 'whoop' of joy. She opted for the latter. She had been in labor for almost over twenty-four hours and it was starting to grate on her nerves

Dr. Vegar chuckled slightly. He turned to leave the room and allowed the three females waiting outside the room to enter. She sat up, wincing in pain and rested her back against the head rest of the bed.

Kinjal, Mrs. Briefs and Chi Chi all stepped in and crowded around Bulma's bed. They began to fuss and pamper her, Bulma smiled at this.

Chi Chi pressed a cold cloth to Bulma's forehead and was chatting merrily to the other two women. Kinjal began to brush her slightly long and unruly blue locks of hair, while Mrs. Briefs started adorning the room with a few flowers from 'her' precious garden.

Bulma could truly say that she was a very lucky woman, to have the love of so many people and to have the love of her soul mate.

As the sunlight began to stream in at a larger state, Bulma turned her head to the brightened window. She had the sudden feeling of uneasiness wash over her, as if something terrible was about to occur.

As she gazed out of the window and let the three women fuss over her, a frown graced her beautiful face. *Vegeta.. What are you up to?*

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{Earth}

Vegeta touched down in front of the uncommonly strong green creature. He smirked at the creature's surprise.

Cell frowned at the electrically charged man in front of him. He narrowed his eyes, "Ah, I know you. Dr. Gero provided much information about yourself and the rest of the fighters on this planet. I must say that I am disappointed at the lack of strength this planet holds. I was just coming to look for you. It seems as though you have saved me a great deal of trouble."

Vegeta growled at this comment. "The question is who are you."

Cell smiled, "My name is Cell, another creation of Dr. Gero. He was a brilliant man-"

"Enough chatter! Begin to fight."

Cell sneered, "I don't like being interrupted."

Vegeta smirked, "Tough," he charged straight at Cell. "I am going to crush you like the insect you are!"

Cell mirrored Vegeta's smirk, "I'd like to see you try."

The two collided in a great clash of power.

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A/N: Is Vegeta in way over his head, or can he really beat Cell?

Next Chapter: Vegeta and Cell duke it out and Bulma finally gives birth to chibi Trunks, but a problem arises!

Stay tuned!!