Epilogue
To
10 Things
October 19, 2003
A/N: Hey! Thanks much for the wonderful reviews, and here's my "surprise" for you all. You guys deserve it!!!
Disclaimer: .............duh.................
TICK. Pause. TICK. Pause. TICK.....
It had been an endless cycle for quite a while now. The clock continued to tick away the seconds, alerting all in the radius of 10 feet just how long it was taking a certain event (or events) to happen. Small puffs of smoke whirled towards the time keeper, before slowly dissipating, leaving only scent as it's trail. The small room was fairly quiet, if you didn't count the clock, and had two doors on either end, as well as a long hallway that met in the center. A receptionist sat on the left side, reading a magazine, a window with the shades pulled stood on the right side. For as long as he could remember being there, the shades had been closed.
He sighed, giving another glance at the clock. Well, it was more of a glare. His ears picked up every blasted tick that came from it, and it was slowly, but surely, driving him insane. Not literally of course, but still. According to the wonderful earthling invention, he and the old people had been there two hours, eleven minutes, and thirt-no, fourteen seconds. Running a hand through his thick, black hair, he wondered if all this fuss was really worth it. People came into the world everyday, nearly every minute. And did it really have to take this long? He could be training!!
A scowl fixed a temporary spot on his face as he stood up. The shade over the mystery window had finally been pulled up, revealing a redhead nurse in a crisp, clean uniform. Arms crossed, he mince-stepped his way over, trying not to step on the three sleeping forms. Reaching his destination, he looked in.
Brats.
Bundles of them.
Crying.
Vegeta cocked his head to the side, watching one brat cry, though it didn't seem to bother the others. His eyes scanned the tiny room, observing babies of different shapes, sizes, and colors, some sleeping, others playing with their blankets. Midnight eyes stopped on one empty crib, trying to read the slightly sloppy print.
"Briefs-Ouji, ______: __lbs., __oz.: DOB______: Gender______"
His brat still wasn't born?! What was taking so long? At this rate, he'd be an old man! Then it hit him faster than any ki blast could.......
.......he was going to be a father..........
Oh sure, he had known about it for months now. He had even grown somewhat used to the idea, but it finally sunk in. It struck a nerve that hadn't been touched in quite a while. Looking down at his hands, he realized that he had killed millions, billions even, without a second thought. Babies, like those lying in the Nursery, yes, he had even killed harmless babies. He could still hear the people's screams of terror as they died, painfully, without mercy. Blood had dripped from his powerful hands.
Surely the Onna couldn't even trust HIM with the child. He would hate to be alone with it. God only knows what could happen, despite his change over the past two years. What if he choked the brat when it cried? Or poisoned it's food? Or...or-?!?!
His eyes snapped up, coming back to reality as a firm hand grasped his shoulder. His companion smiled down at the little people on the other side of the glass. "They're miracles Vegeta. Tiny, living, breathing miracles. And they're cute too!" chirped the man, giving a cheesy grin.
Vegeta rolled his eyes. There was no way that this man could be the most powerful being on Earth. "Kakarot, you make me question my sanity." Goku scratched his head in the customary Son way, chuckling quietly. Even the Prince had to snicker. It wasn't often that he saw the lower class warrior and could make fun of him, all in one day. Both men sobered, however, when they felt a familiar ki flicker, lowering slightly. Vegeta grimaced, a pain shooting through his chest as his mate's ki flickered again.
"Is something wrong?" Asked Goku, looking for all the world confused.
"I don't know," Vegeta ground out, holding the bridge of his nose between his forefinger and thumb, a look of concentration pressed onto his face. He blinked after a moment or two, his cheeks hinting at a pinkish color. "And I thought I had a dirty mouth," he mumbled, eyes shifting to meet Goku's own.
"Oh," said the younger warrior. "Chi Chi was the same when she was having Gohan. Sometimes having that bond isn't too great." The Prince nodded, leaning against the large window. "I've never heard the Onna use such language before. Do all Earth women resort to this during childbirth?"
Goku scratched his chin, eyes wandering over to Chi Chi and Gohan's sleeping forms. "I think so...this is only the second time I've gone through this. There are programs on TV where they show what goes on inside the delivery room; some ladies act the way Chi Chi and Bulma have, others are pretty mello about it."
"You mean you actually watch those things?!" The older of the two felt the blush creeping back onto his features, and watched, with some satisfaction, as the tall warrior also blushed. "Chi Chi made me," mumbled Goku, his face brighter than Vegeta had ever seen it. He snorted, crossing his arms and glancing at the clock yet again. Five minutes had passed...he felt his sanity slipping with each second. All of his past sins must've finally caught up with him, for now the Prince had to wait it out, just like all other fathers. He had never felt so helpless before in his life.
The room was eerily quiet again, his Saiya-jin compatriot's attention now on the babies on the other side of the glass. Then a shrill cry broke through, waking all in the room....
.....Vegeta's eye twitched. Well?! A doctor in blue scrubs practically flew through the doors, a giant grin on his face. The new father righted himself, fazing in front of the startled doctor. Another grin flashed across his face. "Congratulations Mr. Ouji! It's a boy!!" Various cheers broke out among the Sons, though Piccolo just smirked, and elder Briefs while the doctor reached for Vegeta's limp hand, shaking it vigorously. He said something else the Prince didn't quite grasp, but it didn't matter. He was in a total world of shock.
Goku bounced over to the Prince of his people, Son Grin etched into his features. "Congrats Dad!" He blinked and waved a hand in front of Vegeta's face. The latter's mouth was slightly open, his eyes glazed over.
"A boy..." he mumbled, a genuine smile gracing his handsome features. Goku chuckled, wrapping an arm around the shorter man. "Come on, let's go check out this new little Saiya-jin Prince." The two pushed the swinging doors, walking down the long, white hallway. Their voices traveled back to the waiting room.
"Bet ya his name'll be Trunks."
"Not on your life Kakarot! He will be named after me, as all men in my family have carried this name."
Goku's light chuckle echoed throughout the narrow hall. "Whatever you say Geta-san."
**************************************************************************** ********* There ya go, sorry for the delay. I've had issues regarding Chemistry (**glares at Chem. book**), but hopefully, God willing, I won't have to be away from you guys for long anymore. Hope the ending to this wasn't too disappointing. But now that I've started a new fic (The Rising: Darkness Falls), I didn't want to prolong this anymore than it needed to be. BTW, go check out my new fic plz! I'll admit that the first chapter isn't great, but it'll get better, I promise!!
Special Shout-Out To:
LIMAR: Yeah, I know that Geta-san could take just about any man-made weapon in the gut and laugh cuz it tickles. But the main thing here is the element of surprise. I'm glad you love the story though! Thanx for da kind review!!
Obsidian Blade: Ah, my dear Blade-chan.....you've been a great inspiration and support to me. Thanks soooo much for stickin around, despite my very LONG delays. I'm glad you luved this fic, and I hope to read some more stuff from you too!! ^-^
Darkcherry: Well, I wrote what I was planning! Hee hee! ^_^ I'm guessing that you liked this story by your lovely demand to write this last part. **cheesy grin** I feel special. Any who, thanks for reviewin and I hope to hear from ya soon!!
Ieyre: **flashes thumb sign** Thanks lots!!
Galadriel: Thank you too! I'm so glad you liked it. I was kinda flying blind with this whole fic. Normally, I don't plan out what I'm writing, but tried very hard to stay on one single road for this one. Oh well, at least it turned out better than I could've hoped.
Afk: YAY! Everyone seems to luv this fic (though I can't figure out why for the life of me...j/k)! **cheesy grin** Here's that long-awaited surprise addition!! And yes, as I said before, I've started another fic (The Rising: Darkness Falls), and plan to make it long. Very long **smirks** . Sure, I'd love to read your fantasy story. My best friend and I are planning to write one together, so I'm most definitely love to read it! Thanks again!
Again, thanks to all who stuck with me! Luv ya oodles!!!!
Ja Ne,
~*Pearl*~ **V-sign**
To
10 Things
October 19, 2003
A/N: Hey! Thanks much for the wonderful reviews, and here's my "surprise" for you all. You guys deserve it!!!
Disclaimer: .............duh.................
TICK. Pause. TICK. Pause. TICK.....
It had been an endless cycle for quite a while now. The clock continued to tick away the seconds, alerting all in the radius of 10 feet just how long it was taking a certain event (or events) to happen. Small puffs of smoke whirled towards the time keeper, before slowly dissipating, leaving only scent as it's trail. The small room was fairly quiet, if you didn't count the clock, and had two doors on either end, as well as a long hallway that met in the center. A receptionist sat on the left side, reading a magazine, a window with the shades pulled stood on the right side. For as long as he could remember being there, the shades had been closed.
He sighed, giving another glance at the clock. Well, it was more of a glare. His ears picked up every blasted tick that came from it, and it was slowly, but surely, driving him insane. Not literally of course, but still. According to the wonderful earthling invention, he and the old people had been there two hours, eleven minutes, and thirt-no, fourteen seconds. Running a hand through his thick, black hair, he wondered if all this fuss was really worth it. People came into the world everyday, nearly every minute. And did it really have to take this long? He could be training!!
A scowl fixed a temporary spot on his face as he stood up. The shade over the mystery window had finally been pulled up, revealing a redhead nurse in a crisp, clean uniform. Arms crossed, he mince-stepped his way over, trying not to step on the three sleeping forms. Reaching his destination, he looked in.
Brats.
Bundles of them.
Crying.
Vegeta cocked his head to the side, watching one brat cry, though it didn't seem to bother the others. His eyes scanned the tiny room, observing babies of different shapes, sizes, and colors, some sleeping, others playing with their blankets. Midnight eyes stopped on one empty crib, trying to read the slightly sloppy print.
"Briefs-Ouji, ______: __lbs., __oz.: DOB______: Gender______"
His brat still wasn't born?! What was taking so long? At this rate, he'd be an old man! Then it hit him faster than any ki blast could.......
.......he was going to be a father..........
Oh sure, he had known about it for months now. He had even grown somewhat used to the idea, but it finally sunk in. It struck a nerve that hadn't been touched in quite a while. Looking down at his hands, he realized that he had killed millions, billions even, without a second thought. Babies, like those lying in the Nursery, yes, he had even killed harmless babies. He could still hear the people's screams of terror as they died, painfully, without mercy. Blood had dripped from his powerful hands.
Surely the Onna couldn't even trust HIM with the child. He would hate to be alone with it. God only knows what could happen, despite his change over the past two years. What if he choked the brat when it cried? Or poisoned it's food? Or...or-?!?!
His eyes snapped up, coming back to reality as a firm hand grasped his shoulder. His companion smiled down at the little people on the other side of the glass. "They're miracles Vegeta. Tiny, living, breathing miracles. And they're cute too!" chirped the man, giving a cheesy grin.
Vegeta rolled his eyes. There was no way that this man could be the most powerful being on Earth. "Kakarot, you make me question my sanity." Goku scratched his head in the customary Son way, chuckling quietly. Even the Prince had to snicker. It wasn't often that he saw the lower class warrior and could make fun of him, all in one day. Both men sobered, however, when they felt a familiar ki flicker, lowering slightly. Vegeta grimaced, a pain shooting through his chest as his mate's ki flickered again.
"Is something wrong?" Asked Goku, looking for all the world confused.
"I don't know," Vegeta ground out, holding the bridge of his nose between his forefinger and thumb, a look of concentration pressed onto his face. He blinked after a moment or two, his cheeks hinting at a pinkish color. "And I thought I had a dirty mouth," he mumbled, eyes shifting to meet Goku's own.
"Oh," said the younger warrior. "Chi Chi was the same when she was having Gohan. Sometimes having that bond isn't too great." The Prince nodded, leaning against the large window. "I've never heard the Onna use such language before. Do all Earth women resort to this during childbirth?"
Goku scratched his chin, eyes wandering over to Chi Chi and Gohan's sleeping forms. "I think so...this is only the second time I've gone through this. There are programs on TV where they show what goes on inside the delivery room; some ladies act the way Chi Chi and Bulma have, others are pretty mello about it."
"You mean you actually watch those things?!" The older of the two felt the blush creeping back onto his features, and watched, with some satisfaction, as the tall warrior also blushed. "Chi Chi made me," mumbled Goku, his face brighter than Vegeta had ever seen it. He snorted, crossing his arms and glancing at the clock yet again. Five minutes had passed...he felt his sanity slipping with each second. All of his past sins must've finally caught up with him, for now the Prince had to wait it out, just like all other fathers. He had never felt so helpless before in his life.
The room was eerily quiet again, his Saiya-jin compatriot's attention now on the babies on the other side of the glass. Then a shrill cry broke through, waking all in the room....
.....Vegeta's eye twitched. Well?! A doctor in blue scrubs practically flew through the doors, a giant grin on his face. The new father righted himself, fazing in front of the startled doctor. Another grin flashed across his face. "Congratulations Mr. Ouji! It's a boy!!" Various cheers broke out among the Sons, though Piccolo just smirked, and elder Briefs while the doctor reached for Vegeta's limp hand, shaking it vigorously. He said something else the Prince didn't quite grasp, but it didn't matter. He was in a total world of shock.
Goku bounced over to the Prince of his people, Son Grin etched into his features. "Congrats Dad!" He blinked and waved a hand in front of Vegeta's face. The latter's mouth was slightly open, his eyes glazed over.
"A boy..." he mumbled, a genuine smile gracing his handsome features. Goku chuckled, wrapping an arm around the shorter man. "Come on, let's go check out this new little Saiya-jin Prince." The two pushed the swinging doors, walking down the long, white hallway. Their voices traveled back to the waiting room.
"Bet ya his name'll be Trunks."
"Not on your life Kakarot! He will be named after me, as all men in my family have carried this name."
Goku's light chuckle echoed throughout the narrow hall. "Whatever you say Geta-san."
**************************************************************************** ********* There ya go, sorry for the delay. I've had issues regarding Chemistry (**glares at Chem. book**), but hopefully, God willing, I won't have to be away from you guys for long anymore. Hope the ending to this wasn't too disappointing. But now that I've started a new fic (The Rising: Darkness Falls), I didn't want to prolong this anymore than it needed to be. BTW, go check out my new fic plz! I'll admit that the first chapter isn't great, but it'll get better, I promise!!
Special Shout-Out To:
LIMAR: Yeah, I know that Geta-san could take just about any man-made weapon in the gut and laugh cuz it tickles. But the main thing here is the element of surprise. I'm glad you love the story though! Thanx for da kind review!!
Obsidian Blade: Ah, my dear Blade-chan.....you've been a great inspiration and support to me. Thanks soooo much for stickin around, despite my very LONG delays. I'm glad you luved this fic, and I hope to read some more stuff from you too!! ^-^
Darkcherry: Well, I wrote what I was planning! Hee hee! ^_^ I'm guessing that you liked this story by your lovely demand to write this last part. **cheesy grin** I feel special. Any who, thanks for reviewin and I hope to hear from ya soon!!
Ieyre: **flashes thumb sign** Thanks lots!!
Galadriel: Thank you too! I'm so glad you liked it. I was kinda flying blind with this whole fic. Normally, I don't plan out what I'm writing, but tried very hard to stay on one single road for this one. Oh well, at least it turned out better than I could've hoped.
Afk: YAY! Everyone seems to luv this fic (though I can't figure out why for the life of me...j/k)! **cheesy grin** Here's that long-awaited surprise addition!! And yes, as I said before, I've started another fic (The Rising: Darkness Falls), and plan to make it long. Very long **smirks** . Sure, I'd love to read your fantasy story. My best friend and I are planning to write one together, so I'm most definitely love to read it! Thanks again!
Again, thanks to all who stuck with me! Luv ya oodles!!!!
Ja Ne,
~*Pearl*~ **V-sign**