4 months inot the pregnancy, Bulma was seen smiling and usually beside her king, Vegeta. He was seen as a brighter person himself. The two were also seen walking the gardens or out on the cliffs where they defeated Frieza and his army.
"It's nice isn't it?" Bulma sighed. Her tail intertwined with Vegeta's.
"What is?" He turned to her, the large sun was setting over the massive cliffs in the distance.
"Peace. It's nice, it would be wonderful for our son to grow up in a time of peace. Or if we're lucky, born in." She chuckled. Vegeta did not, he was worried about the distubances happening on the fringes of his empire. A band of ex-Frieza generals. A group of 5 who call themselves the Ginyu Force. The group was multiplying and growing stronger each attack.
"Sure." Placing his hand over the beginning swell of her tummy, he kissed her cheek.
"You're troubled, what's wrong. I can feel your worry. It's not good for Trunks." She turned and looked into his onyx eyes.
"There are some renegades making trouble. They worry me, but not to worry you. You just focus on surviving pregnancy." He looked into the sunset. One thing he had made sure he'd told Bulma was the risk of being pregnant. His mother had enough trouble having him and since she was one of the strongest women, she had survived, barely and took many months to heal.
"I will, I'm a tough ol' broad." She smiled even wider. Vegeta had noticed that pregnancy agreed with her so well. She had an air about her that was bright and cheery that seemed to vibrate off her.
"Good." He hefted her into his arms and set off toward home. She had her arms around his neck.
"You know I can fly." She smirked.
"I don't care, I like you better helpless like you were on my ship." He nuzzled her neck.
"Oh hush." She didn't move out of his arms, but also enjoyed the happiness that came with being in love.
When Bulma was more noticabley pregnant, 8 months, she was a holy terror to be around. Such as mornings............
"VEGETA!!!!!" Vegeta winced as he rounded the corner toward the communications office. Turning around, he walked back toward his room. Standing in the doorway, he saw Bulma with his pillow in a death grip.
"Miss me?" He smirked. He had to be his old snipey self to deal with her mood swings and temper from pregnancy. He ducked as a paperweight was chucked at his head.
"Shut UP!" She growled. Vegeta's legs were nudged aside by a small girl, also known as Dalilah.
"Momy!" She scrambled up the large bed and clung to Bulma. Since the "One Day War", Dalilah had stayed with the royal couple and had not heard from her father since. Infact, Vegeta had found the girl's father. He now knew not to come near the castle if he valued his life.
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"Are you Dalilah's father?" Vegeta landed infront of the small home on the out-reaches of the forest.
"Yes, sire. I am, Trenard." He bowed before his ruler. He was sent crashing into the wall of his home. Holding his injured jaw, Trenard looked up to see a seething Vegeta.
"How dare you treat a child like that. And one so young! She is barely 4!" His eyebrows arched and his nostrils flared. "She will stay in my house from now on. And if you come looking, don't expect to walk out of the castle alive." Kicking the lowly soldier again, he walked off.
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"Look what I did in the nursery yesterday!" The now 5 year old Dalilah held up the circuit board that blinked.
"That's great honey!" Bulma stroked her hair as Dalilah babbled about her day. Vegeta had slipped out once again, and she glared at the door where he was now vacant from. 'I'll get you later Veg-head.'
'Try me woman.' Vegeta pathed back.
'I'll get you.' Bulma hissed back mentally. She heard her mate chuckle as he cut off the conversation. She focussed her attention on the small black haired child beside her. With one arm wrapped around Dalilah, and her hand resting on the growing child in her womb, she smiled as Dalilah giggled.
"How's baby brother today?" Dalilah patted Bulma's large stomach.
"He's kicking." Just then, Dalilah giggled as the now named , Trunks, kicked. The two laughed as Bulma rolled off the bed to dress.
Vegeta rubbed his temples, the annoyance, known as the Ginyu Force was now becoming a threat to his armies near the Andromeda galaxy. They had knocked out several of his bases and were sending threats of things to come. Today it had become seriously personal.
"They know she's pregnant." Vegeta placed his head in his hands. Running his fingers through his short hair that he kept the short length for the simplicity, he let out a shuddering breath.
"They threatened the heir's life! We must act!" Nappa roared. Slamming a meaty hand on the table, he growled. His wife, Chi Chi, was close friends with Bulma and the two bitched about pregnancy and their 'unsensetive' husbands who really waited on them hand and foot. Nappa more than Vegeta.
"Nappa, sit. More then likely it is Kold or just some idiotic rebels. We'll deal with them soon. We do not want to lose a legion to these idiots." Curling his lip, he looked over the vid message.
Closing his eyes at the threat, he closed the message.
"Sire?" Vegeta sighed.
"Send the lower quarter of the second class warriors to their location. Settle this matter quickly. If they need help, send the next higher."Rising, he headed back toward his chambers.
"Vegeta?" Bulma waddled over to her sullen looking husband. All of her anger she had pent up, seeped away at the look on Vegeta's features. She gasped when Vegeta embraced her. Bending over, he kissed her swollen belly. His arms were linked around her. he was mumbling something, relative to growling. It must be the Saiyjin extinct language that Chi Chi told her about. She had said that very few knew it, Nappa spoke it in the bedroom. Bulma nearly gagged when Chi Chi mooned over it.
"I can't lose you, not when I've gotten you back." Vegeta rested his head on her shoulder. Bulma clearly shocked by his actions, just finger combed his hair.
"I'm right here, I'm not going any where." Kissing his ear she stood in the middle of the sun soaked room rocking side to side.
"It ok Daddy. I'm here too." Dalilah had begun to call Vegeta, Daddy, since the war. Vegeta picked up the small girl and placed her on his hip.
"You, little princess, will be the death of me." Vegeta put his forehead against hers. "But, you sure are a good defender when Mommy's in a temper." He chuckled as Dalilah wrapped her arms around his neck. Bulma had and arm wrapped about Vegeta's midsection.
'My family.'
'Ours.' Vegeta corrected mentally. Dalilah was not to be an heir ot the throne, but a member and nothing more. Trunks would ascend the throne when he was old enough. Bulma had balked when Vegeta had explained the way to ascend to the throne.
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"I will NOT let our son kill you to have the throne! When he is 20 is old enough! Train him to take your place. I won't let him!" Bulma had raged. Vegeta, wincing at the screeching, had nodded and agreed.
"Then, we get to live forever?" Vegeta mumbled.
"Yes, or till we're killed." Bulma sighed.
"I bet that harpy, Nappa's mate told you. Nappa that loudmouth can't keep his trap shut up about anything." Vegeta mumbled.
"OH hush. Now come here and kiss me you fool." Bulma laughed. Vegeta smiled wolfishly and dipped his wife.
"Why sure." He kissed her passionately.
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"They send us this? Pitiful." Major Ginyu kicked the limp, dead body off on his foot. Across the battle field, the bodies of Saiyjin warriors scattered the planet of Takeda. The small reptilian people had died from the first wave and the planet now lay barren.
"Sir, Kold is awaiting your word on a home base." A small frog like alien, Guldo, wheezed.
"Tell him to meet us here." The tall purple man said. "We will await his arrival." He smirked and began to chuckled. The chuckle turned into a full out laugh. The carcasses were being chucked into giant infernos, the smell of burning flesh filled the air. "Stupid monkeys."
Bulma sat up in bed and hissed. Nearly tearing the sheets she slept in, to pieces, she let out a low moan. She felt a barrier give way and a mass of wetness beneath her.
"OH my god, oh my god, oh my god." Bulma groped for Vegeta. "Vegeta! Vegeta, he's coming." Her chest heaved as a contraction hit her.
"Who? Who's coming?" Vegeta mumbled. At two in the morning, it was not a very good time to catch an unaware king.
"Frieza! No you asshole! My water broke! Ah, goddammit!" She doubled over in bed as her contraction grew stronger. "Get me to the Med Bay!" Vegeta started as it finally hit him.
"OH, OH!" Sweeping the moaning woman into his arms, he flew straight out the door and down the hall. Bulma shreeched as the contractions grew closer.
When the two arrived, Chi Chi was already there panting with a drowsy Nappa beside her holding her hand.
"Chi Chi?" Bulma panted, gritting her teeth as another hit, she chuckled. "You having a baby too? Life's a bitch, ain't she?"
"Yep, so both of our brats decided to make an appearance this morning?" Chi Chi gripped Nappa's hand as a contraction hit her.
Vegeta looked to his right hand man, he looked scared spitless. He had a hand on his wife's stomach, while his other was gripped in his wife's iron grip. Doctors and medics were scrambling around trying ot prepare for a royal birth and the elite birth happening on the same day.
Bulma collapsed on the bed, with her gown gathered about her knees, she grit her teeth as the contractions grew so strong she wanted to cry. Vegeta was murmuring in her ear.
"You have ot make it, you need ot see our child. Our heir. Come on, not much longer." Kissing her cheek she pushed when the doctor said. Repeating this process several times, she gave a great sob as her child came into the world. Delivering the after mess, the squalling child was laid upon her breast. The tiny tail wiggled back and forth, finally securing itself to Vegeta's wrist. Another squall from across the room, brought the royal couple's head toward Chi Chi who now held a squalling baby girl. Her head full of raven hair, contrasted against Trunks' lavender hair. The mothers made eye contact and smiled. Today would mean something in the future, today would be a great day.
"It's nice isn't it?" Bulma sighed. Her tail intertwined with Vegeta's.
"What is?" He turned to her, the large sun was setting over the massive cliffs in the distance.
"Peace. It's nice, it would be wonderful for our son to grow up in a time of peace. Or if we're lucky, born in." She chuckled. Vegeta did not, he was worried about the distubances happening on the fringes of his empire. A band of ex-Frieza generals. A group of 5 who call themselves the Ginyu Force. The group was multiplying and growing stronger each attack.
"Sure." Placing his hand over the beginning swell of her tummy, he kissed her cheek.
"You're troubled, what's wrong. I can feel your worry. It's not good for Trunks." She turned and looked into his onyx eyes.
"There are some renegades making trouble. They worry me, but not to worry you. You just focus on surviving pregnancy." He looked into the sunset. One thing he had made sure he'd told Bulma was the risk of being pregnant. His mother had enough trouble having him and since she was one of the strongest women, she had survived, barely and took many months to heal.
"I will, I'm a tough ol' broad." She smiled even wider. Vegeta had noticed that pregnancy agreed with her so well. She had an air about her that was bright and cheery that seemed to vibrate off her.
"Good." He hefted her into his arms and set off toward home. She had her arms around his neck.
"You know I can fly." She smirked.
"I don't care, I like you better helpless like you were on my ship." He nuzzled her neck.
"Oh hush." She didn't move out of his arms, but also enjoyed the happiness that came with being in love.
When Bulma was more noticabley pregnant, 8 months, she was a holy terror to be around. Such as mornings............
"VEGETA!!!!!" Vegeta winced as he rounded the corner toward the communications office. Turning around, he walked back toward his room. Standing in the doorway, he saw Bulma with his pillow in a death grip.
"Miss me?" He smirked. He had to be his old snipey self to deal with her mood swings and temper from pregnancy. He ducked as a paperweight was chucked at his head.
"Shut UP!" She growled. Vegeta's legs were nudged aside by a small girl, also known as Dalilah.
"Momy!" She scrambled up the large bed and clung to Bulma. Since the "One Day War", Dalilah had stayed with the royal couple and had not heard from her father since. Infact, Vegeta had found the girl's father. He now knew not to come near the castle if he valued his life.
::::: Past::::::::::
"Are you Dalilah's father?" Vegeta landed infront of the small home on the out-reaches of the forest.
"Yes, sire. I am, Trenard." He bowed before his ruler. He was sent crashing into the wall of his home. Holding his injured jaw, Trenard looked up to see a seething Vegeta.
"How dare you treat a child like that. And one so young! She is barely 4!" His eyebrows arched and his nostrils flared. "She will stay in my house from now on. And if you come looking, don't expect to walk out of the castle alive." Kicking the lowly soldier again, he walked off.
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"Look what I did in the nursery yesterday!" The now 5 year old Dalilah held up the circuit board that blinked.
"That's great honey!" Bulma stroked her hair as Dalilah babbled about her day. Vegeta had slipped out once again, and she glared at the door where he was now vacant from. 'I'll get you later Veg-head.'
'Try me woman.' Vegeta pathed back.
'I'll get you.' Bulma hissed back mentally. She heard her mate chuckle as he cut off the conversation. She focussed her attention on the small black haired child beside her. With one arm wrapped around Dalilah, and her hand resting on the growing child in her womb, she smiled as Dalilah giggled.
"How's baby brother today?" Dalilah patted Bulma's large stomach.
"He's kicking." Just then, Dalilah giggled as the now named , Trunks, kicked. The two laughed as Bulma rolled off the bed to dress.
Vegeta rubbed his temples, the annoyance, known as the Ginyu Force was now becoming a threat to his armies near the Andromeda galaxy. They had knocked out several of his bases and were sending threats of things to come. Today it had become seriously personal.
"They know she's pregnant." Vegeta placed his head in his hands. Running his fingers through his short hair that he kept the short length for the simplicity, he let out a shuddering breath.
"They threatened the heir's life! We must act!" Nappa roared. Slamming a meaty hand on the table, he growled. His wife, Chi Chi, was close friends with Bulma and the two bitched about pregnancy and their 'unsensetive' husbands who really waited on them hand and foot. Nappa more than Vegeta.
"Nappa, sit. More then likely it is Kold or just some idiotic rebels. We'll deal with them soon. We do not want to lose a legion to these idiots." Curling his lip, he looked over the vid message.
Closing his eyes at the threat, he closed the message.
"Sire?" Vegeta sighed.
"Send the lower quarter of the second class warriors to their location. Settle this matter quickly. If they need help, send the next higher."Rising, he headed back toward his chambers.
"Vegeta?" Bulma waddled over to her sullen looking husband. All of her anger she had pent up, seeped away at the look on Vegeta's features. She gasped when Vegeta embraced her. Bending over, he kissed her swollen belly. His arms were linked around her. he was mumbling something, relative to growling. It must be the Saiyjin extinct language that Chi Chi told her about. She had said that very few knew it, Nappa spoke it in the bedroom. Bulma nearly gagged when Chi Chi mooned over it.
"I can't lose you, not when I've gotten you back." Vegeta rested his head on her shoulder. Bulma clearly shocked by his actions, just finger combed his hair.
"I'm right here, I'm not going any where." Kissing his ear she stood in the middle of the sun soaked room rocking side to side.
"It ok Daddy. I'm here too." Dalilah had begun to call Vegeta, Daddy, since the war. Vegeta picked up the small girl and placed her on his hip.
"You, little princess, will be the death of me." Vegeta put his forehead against hers. "But, you sure are a good defender when Mommy's in a temper." He chuckled as Dalilah wrapped her arms around his neck. Bulma had and arm wrapped about Vegeta's midsection.
'My family.'
'Ours.' Vegeta corrected mentally. Dalilah was not to be an heir ot the throne, but a member and nothing more. Trunks would ascend the throne when he was old enough. Bulma had balked when Vegeta had explained the way to ascend to the throne.
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"I will NOT let our son kill you to have the throne! When he is 20 is old enough! Train him to take your place. I won't let him!" Bulma had raged. Vegeta, wincing at the screeching, had nodded and agreed.
"Then, we get to live forever?" Vegeta mumbled.
"Yes, or till we're killed." Bulma sighed.
"I bet that harpy, Nappa's mate told you. Nappa that loudmouth can't keep his trap shut up about anything." Vegeta mumbled.
"OH hush. Now come here and kiss me you fool." Bulma laughed. Vegeta smiled wolfishly and dipped his wife.
"Why sure." He kissed her passionately.
:::::::::::::::::::::
"They send us this? Pitiful." Major Ginyu kicked the limp, dead body off on his foot. Across the battle field, the bodies of Saiyjin warriors scattered the planet of Takeda. The small reptilian people had died from the first wave and the planet now lay barren.
"Sir, Kold is awaiting your word on a home base." A small frog like alien, Guldo, wheezed.
"Tell him to meet us here." The tall purple man said. "We will await his arrival." He smirked and began to chuckled. The chuckle turned into a full out laugh. The carcasses were being chucked into giant infernos, the smell of burning flesh filled the air. "Stupid monkeys."
Bulma sat up in bed and hissed. Nearly tearing the sheets she slept in, to pieces, she let out a low moan. She felt a barrier give way and a mass of wetness beneath her.
"OH my god, oh my god, oh my god." Bulma groped for Vegeta. "Vegeta! Vegeta, he's coming." Her chest heaved as a contraction hit her.
"Who? Who's coming?" Vegeta mumbled. At two in the morning, it was not a very good time to catch an unaware king.
"Frieza! No you asshole! My water broke! Ah, goddammit!" She doubled over in bed as her contraction grew stronger. "Get me to the Med Bay!" Vegeta started as it finally hit him.
"OH, OH!" Sweeping the moaning woman into his arms, he flew straight out the door and down the hall. Bulma shreeched as the contractions grew closer.
When the two arrived, Chi Chi was already there panting with a drowsy Nappa beside her holding her hand.
"Chi Chi?" Bulma panted, gritting her teeth as another hit, she chuckled. "You having a baby too? Life's a bitch, ain't she?"
"Yep, so both of our brats decided to make an appearance this morning?" Chi Chi gripped Nappa's hand as a contraction hit her.
Vegeta looked to his right hand man, he looked scared spitless. He had a hand on his wife's stomach, while his other was gripped in his wife's iron grip. Doctors and medics were scrambling around trying ot prepare for a royal birth and the elite birth happening on the same day.
Bulma collapsed on the bed, with her gown gathered about her knees, she grit her teeth as the contractions grew so strong she wanted to cry. Vegeta was murmuring in her ear.
"You have ot make it, you need ot see our child. Our heir. Come on, not much longer." Kissing her cheek she pushed when the doctor said. Repeating this process several times, she gave a great sob as her child came into the world. Delivering the after mess, the squalling child was laid upon her breast. The tiny tail wiggled back and forth, finally securing itself to Vegeta's wrist. Another squall from across the room, brought the royal couple's head toward Chi Chi who now held a squalling baby girl. Her head full of raven hair, contrasted against Trunks' lavender hair. The mothers made eye contact and smiled. Today would mean something in the future, today would be a great day.
