Last time:
"I will no longer take up residence on this mud ball after I defeat the androids," I state, then look down at my stomach which had chosen that moment to voice its opinion.
"Oh.." is all she says, in a reluctant sigh.
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The woman has been in her room the past few days, only coming out for meals. Its sort of odd how her presence causes this queasy feeling in my stomach. Probably just heartburn from her horrible cooking. And, even though she banned anyone, even her parents, from entrance to her chambers, I decided to venture there uninvited on the fourth day of her absence.
I slowly turn the door knob, though don't get far when I realize its locked. No biggy, I'll just break the lock. She never used to use the damn thing anyway, now its only to keep people out when she's not up for company. This'll get her back for interrupting all my training secessions with human nonsense. Maybe then she'll appreciate privacy and respect mine. *Fat chance..*
I turn the knob harder this time, breaking it with ease, then listen. She doesn't stir. Maybe she didn't hear me. Oh well, more fun for me. I always love surprising the little harpy. I take slow even steps over to her bed, where her curled up form is shaking. She is without a doubt to tears over some ridiculous human thing that I could have no understanding of and further more care for. Once I reach her bed, my suspicions are confirmed. There are tear stains covering her otherwise flawless skin. Oh do I love indulging in that skin.."Woman," I whisper at the exact moment my mouth makes contact with her ear. I'm already back a few steps before she even hears me.
"Vegeta.." she groans, not turning over, the only movement being from her lips. She didn't jump or yell or anything of what she usually does when I intrude upon her. "Is it broken again?"
Is what broken? Oh yes..What makes her think I want that?..
"Well? Is it?" she growls this time, whipping her eyes, and turning over just far enough to glare daggers at me. If I didn't know better I'd say she was mad at me.
"No woman, for once its managed to keep itself intact."
"Well what do you want then? Its only 4:30, dinner will be ready at 6:00." Why must she insult me so?
"I just ate," I reply simply, taking a seat next to her on the bed.
"Vegeta," she sighs, turning away again. "I'm not in the mood."
What!? Is that all she thinks of me!? The nerve!
"So just..uh, please go, I want to be alone right now."
"What's your problem?" I blurt out, not, for once, intending it to come out so harshly.
"Just go.."
"Woman!" I grab her arm, pulling her to face me. She looks away. "You will tell me what the hell's been bothering you! Ever since we last spoke you've been locked away in your stupid room, blubbering like a child!"
"Its no business of yours!!!" she screamed, sticking her nose in my face.
"I'll make it my business," I snort, grabbing her face with my free hand and forcing her eyes to make contact with mine. She's been avoiding me, I know this now, with the way her eyes dart about, desperately trying to find something to look at besides myself. "Tell me."
"Why?" she asks meekly, narrowing her pretty little eyes. "Why do you care? You'll just mock me for it then go off to space and purge 'til you die! That's all you want is one last laugh out of me before you're gone! And a fuck possibly! Which you will not get from me!" she screeched, bruising my hearing to some degree I'm sure. But what was she babbling about? Me not caring..Me leaving..Last laugh..
"You're upset because I'm leaving?" I ask, not at all expecting confirmation. I'd been joking. But her eyes wouldn't meet mine, telling me my off-hand question was precisely the problem she was mewing over. Dear Kami, why me? "Why?" It was now my turn to ask of her the impossible, an explanation for the madness.
"I-I.." she paused, pleading with me to let her loose. I abided, reluctantly, opening my hands and watched as she fled towards the bathroom. She didn't make it far however, and ended up trapped between myself and the wall, with no possibility for escape, for none I would offer her. "Vegeta please.." she begged, never sounding more desperate and weak to me than she did at that very moment. What she was hiding must be all the more horrifying to her to let herself look such a way in front of me, after countless confrontations where she claimed mental superiority over me. And there was something tugging in me, forcing myself upon her to make her give forth the information that she held as if it were the power of immortality. "Why are you doing this? Please, just leave me be.." Her voice was nothing more than a hoarse whisper now, fading with every word spoken.
"Just tell me why, and I'll do as you say," I promise, though I know I could never leave now. I was far too involved. This had something to do with me and Kami help me, I was going to make it stop. The last thing I wanted when I left this dreadful place was to have unfair grudges held against me. Sure, I know I've done things in my past that would cause hate towards myself, that was expected, accepted. But not this, this I had no clue about.
"Why what?" she growled, her body beginning to shake. She's so helpless right now, so fragile. I could snap her neck in an instant and end all my suffering.
"Why are you upset that I'm leaving?"
"Do you really think that's what it is?" she sneered, glaring nothing less than hate towards me. If that were ki, I'd surely be dead. But, luckily for me, its not.
"Then what?" I prod, pushing my body harder onto hers.
"Could it possibly be that I regret being with you?" She said the words no higher than just above a whisper, and I knew that, but when they met with my ears, they sounded as if they'd been screamed at the top of her lungs. I had to take a few steps back.
I look at her after a few long moments. She's on the floor now, crying into her knees, as if she's the one that's just been wounded.
"You said you'd leave," she reminded me venomously, not picking up her heavy head of aqua locks.
Without a sound, I heed to her words, stepping quietly out of the room. There's no doubt that she didn't hear me leave, for I hear a heavy sigh once I'm to the staircase. A long night in the gravity chamber will do me a lot, not good, but a lot.
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I wouldn't face her for months, staying locked in the gravity chamber until it chose to shut itself down on me, rendering me without an adequate place to train. She'd come to see me several times, none of which I so much as answered her, I almost couldn't remember what she looked like. She couldn't possibly believe that I would confront her after what she'd said to me. It was insane! But what should I have expected? The creature is insane. I should have taken that into consideration before I mated with her.
*KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!*
Must be the woman again.
"Vegeta dear." Or the woman's equally annoying mother.
"What?" I growl, my meditation broken.
"Dinner is ready."
"I take my meals in here now woman, you know that," I remind her, pulling myself to my feet and off the cool tiled floor.
"Yes, of course I know that. I have it here with me." I walk over to the door, pressing my nose to the crack. "Yes, I have egg rolls."
"You're getting better at this," I say, opening the thick metal door and snatching the tray stacked high with my meal, though it was hardly enough. I would raid the kitchen later tonight for the remainder of my dinner.
"Vegeta, sweet heart, when are you leaving for your trip? My Bulma won't tell me a thing."
"Its not a trip woman. I'm leaving for good, and the sooner the better. Whenever your insane mate finishes modifying my ship, I'll be going." She gave me a strange, sort of all-knowing look, then smiled and walked away, her head bobbing. What the hell could she have been so happy about? I'm not so blind to think she could be glad about my leaving forever. She has, on countless occasions, expressed her joy for my presence. Oh, what's it matter? As soon as I defeat the androids I'll be off. Away from this planet and its unbelievably annoying inhabitants.
I take my food to the middle of the floor and sit. Then, just as I'm about to take a bite of a delicious looking egg roll, one of the few Earth things I'll miss, there's another knock on the door. But this one is softer, more cautious. *Probably the old man.*
"What do you want?"
No answer. My Kami, how hard is it to state your name and purpose? I swear, these humans are inadequate in any and all areas of survival. I get up and swing open the door, by now aggravated beyond belief at my interruptions this evening. Sure, the food was one thing, but I doubt there's another platter in this person's hands. "I said what-Woman? What do you want? I thought you gave up last week."
"Well, I guess you were wrong then," she sighed heavily, only her face showing from the angle she put herself at. I could almost feel how uncomfortable she was.
"Come on woman, I don't have all day. I need to-Is there someone else out there with you?"
"No." She gave me a strange look, furrowing her brows and squinting her eyes slightly.
"Then why do I feel another energy level?"
"Vegeta," she whispered hoarsely, stepping full into view. My first thought was that since we hadn't had contact in about four months that she'd just been easing herself back into seeing me, not wanting to be her usual snippety self to start off. But, when my eyes drifted towards her abdomen, a lightning bolt of shock rang through my skull.
"Woman! What the hell happened to you!? How-"
"Vegeta, you know damn well what happened to me! I'm pregnant! And its your child!" she screamed, balling her fists. She was trying to control her anger, not wanting to stress herself out.
"My child!? How the hell do you figure that!?"
"Because, genius, I haven't been with anyone since you!"
" But-That's impossible! How in Kami's name did I not know about this until now!?" I was too shocked to realize the truth of the matter, that I'd been far too caught up in focusing on leaving the planet that I paid no mind to anything else. If I had, just once, let the woman in when she demanded for me to do so, when she said she'd had something important to tell me-*Oh Kami, how could I have missed it!?* I knew I felt two ki's every time she came to see me, even when I was absolutely certain she was alone. How could this have slipped by me?
"Have you seen me in the last four months? No. That's how..I'm four months pregnant Vegeta, and I'm obviously having this baby. I can do it without you, and since you're leaving I will be. I don't need you around to help raise this child. Actually he (I don't know if they can determine a baby's sex at four months, but for the purpose of this fic, they can :P) would probably turn out much better without your pig-headed influence."
"Wait, why didn't your ditz of a mother come bouncing in here and tell me?-Did you say he!?"
"I told everyone that knows not to tell you. I wanted to be the one to give you the news. But, seeing as you never gave me the time of day, I never had a chance to tell you. And I sure as hell wasn't going to do it through a closed door, I wanted to see your face." The corner of her lips curled up into a smirk, her arms crossed smugly across her chest, resting on her slightly swollen belly. How odd it was to look at her now, her skin seeming more bright, her eyes having an extra glint to them, more blues, and her stomach rounder, filled with a child, my child. "And yes, I did say he. It's a boy."
"W-"
"And before you go and deny my child," she interrupted, holding up her hand then tucking it back with the other one when I didn't protest the intrusion. "I didn't come here to demand you be in his life, as I said before I would much rather you were not, I don't want a murderer for a son." I sneered at her. She did nothing to acknowledge it, though I know she saw me. I also know that she had the upper hand on me in the situation, and she knew that as well. She could, if her needs be, take my child and not let me so much as see him. Kakarot would surely help her with that. But what did I care? I was leaving this damn mud ball and wouldn't have to deal with any of this. Who cares if I have a son, its not like he's a full- blooded Saiyan, just a stupid weakly half-breed. "So, go off, purge a million planets 'til you die. Leave the Earth and never come back. I have no emotional attachments to you, so it won't harm or benefit me in any way. And the only reason I am telling you, which I really didn't want to, but my mother practically forced me to, is because he is partly your child, you helped in creating him and it would be unfair if he was born and you had no clue about it. I'd just like to know what you're going to do. Stay and be a part of his life, or leave and, well, not? I'll hold no grudge if the answer is no, though I'm sure that's of no matter to you. And if its yes." She took a deep breath. "I won't prevent you from seeing him, from being his father." She stopped there. Does that mean its my turn to talk now?
"I must say woman, I'm impressed at your assertiveness for the situation. You really do believe that you could keep me from seeing my own son. Though, I assure you, I could snatch him from his cradle in the middle of the night and take him to space without leaving so much as a hair of evidence."
"Are you saying that's what you plan on doing? Or would do? Because if that's the case then I'll get an abortion before you can carry out your cruel little intendment." I looked into her eyes; calm as though she were sleeping with them open. Not a hint of anguish, no sign she would not go through with her threat.
"You would never," I said softly, stepping forward, an arm's length in front of her. "You're too caring, too sensitive, too vigilant in regards for human life. I know you too well, you can't fool me with your pseudo heart-less performance."
"Try me. I'll go do it right now if you threaten me again." Her eyes were slightly shaky now, though they still held that rock hard determination that drew my hormones to her in the first place.
"Oh woman," I sighed, taking one more step forward, placing my hand on her belly. The tiny life form inside reacts to my much closer presence, flaring its barely tangible power level just enough for my senses to detect it, barely. The woman flinches, though not from my intimate closeness, but from the rise in energy within her womb. She, of course, knew not what it was, probably figured it was normal for pregnancy. Though this was no ordinary pregnancy, she was carrying a Saiyan, an instinct infused warrior. She must be in immense pain. "Did that hurt?"
"Oh, don't tell me the almighty Saiyan Prince cares for the lowly knocked-up Earth girl. I'm fine Vegeta. Just pregnancy pains, my mom said she got them just as bad as I am having them now."
"Well, she's right about them being child baring pains, though I assure you she has never felt that kind of pain."
"And what makes you such an expert on the female anatomy?"
"I'm not. But I am an expert on Saiyan anatomy, and what you are going through right now is definitely a Saiyan pregnancy." I spread my fingers open across her belly, pushing lightly on the skin to create a stronger current of energy between myself and the child. She has, without a doubt felt this before, when she's come to see me in the chamber. "What you are feeling right now, that energy, that intense pain, is my child sending its energy out to me, for I have not been close enough to it to acknowledge its presence."
"How the hell does MY baby know whether or not you are around!? And how the hell can it respond to you being around!? Its just a fetus, it doesn't know a thing! Its not fully developed yet, and even when it is, it won't know you from the next guy!"
"Woman, woman, woman," I sighed, shaking my head. "I told you, it's a Saiyan pregnancy, because of the Saiyan blood in the child, my blood. Its completely unlike Earth pregnancies in all ways except the forming of a child and the amount of time that development takes."
"What are you trying to say?" Her balled fists moved to her hips, her head cocked slightly to the left.
"I'm saying that I know exactly what's going on within your womb, and you, whether you whole-heartedly belief so or not, have no clue what so ever." I paused, giving her a chance to retaliate. She chose, for the time being, to remain silent. Well, there's a first time for everything I suppose. "What is happening inside you is unlike anything any human has ever experienced, safe Kakarot's harpy. Our child, though still in its fetus stage, is fully aware of what is happening in your womb and within a ten-foot perimeter of where you're standing at any given time. It has signatures of your energy, though small, and my own. In other words, it can sense my presence if I am within ten feet of you, and will try to reach out to me, alerting me of its presence. So, I should have known you were with child before even you did. But, because I closed myself off to you, I was completely blind to the formation of the child. Now, when he is born, he will still carry the signatures, knowing where you and myself are, no matter our distance from him. The only reason his abilities are limited within the womb is his lack of brain capacity due to under-development and the layers of tissue protecting it from outside elements."
"And it hurts because-"
"Your body isn't used to that much energy, so along with initial child-baring pains, you receive these as well. You'll get used to it though, the energy that is. You'll even start to be able to feel it in a few months, and be able to know the babies thoughts, though you may confuse them with your own for you have no previous experience in telepathy."
"Really?" She gently grabbed onto her swollen abdomen, spreading out her fingers as if she were trying to feel the energy, ignoring my hand that was now under her own. "So I'll know what's going on inside me?"
"Sort of, if you can decipher the images from your own. Its quite simple actually, if you know how."
"Right, if I know how," she groaned, pushing my hand away. "But I don't, so I'll just be in the dark on the whole thing. But whatever, its not like I'm missing out on much, I still get my baby." She turned from me, still holding around her belly protectively, as if I would penetrate it and steal the fetus. "I'll be by Monday (Its Saturday), around dinner time for your answer. I won't protest either way, its entirely up to you."
"How noble of you."
"I like to think so," she retaliates, turning her head around just enough to see me out of the corner of her eye. "See you Monday."
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Monday evening, and I've been raking my brain for the past two days, trying to first accept my situation, and second figure out what I intend to do with myself. I tried weighing the benefits versus the disadvantages, though could never agree with myself upon certain things, therefore back- firing my plan. The choice should have been simple, leave the damn planet and forget about the woman and the child she was carrying. But, the more time I had to think about it, the more time my borrowed Earthling conscience, which I never had before coming here, had to disagree with my instincts. Thus, bringing me back to square one: undecided.
Having an heir to the throne had never been a priority of mine after Planet Vegeta was laid to ruins. Of course I'd been forced into believing I needed an heir and therefore a mate to continue the bloodline. But then the planet was destroyed and I found a loophole in Kami's design; a way to become immortal, thus having no need for an heir and especially not a mate. How fate can slap you in the face though; me being defeated by that low- class warrior Kakarot, then him becoming a Super Saiyan, a destiny supposed to be reserve for me as my royal birthright, and now this, this woman and her child that is half Saiyan, half of myself. On the one hand, how could I leave what I instinctively have a duty to protect? But on the other, how can I sacrifice my pride to lower myself to do such a thing?
A knock at the door distracted me from my thoughts and my head snapped in that direction. What time was it? I glanced at the red neon clock on the control panel, 6:21 PM. It was the woman, it had to be, I felt two ki's, two distinctive ki's, and one with a specific Saiyan signature, a signature that I could feel reaching out for me. I answered the child's call by sending out my own signature, lessening the amount of energy being projected to me, thus easing the woman's pain. It was the least I could do for her.
"Its unlocked," I state, turning my back from the door before she even reaches up for the handle.
"Hi Vegeta," she says, stepping into the gravity chamber, trying to sound calm and at ease, though I can sense her distress, her need to know the answer. I knew that she'd be fine with whatever I told her, whatever excuse I gave for the answer, and she would not hate me anymore than she already does no matter what I said. It was what I did that mattered in her mind, for whatever I chose I was expected to follow through with.
I grunt in response to her greeting, then sent out some more energy to ease the child's discomfort, for he undoubtedly feels whatever the woman is feeling.
"You did that, didn't you?"
"Stop the child from hurting you?" She nods, a slight, barely visible hint of a smile on her lips. "Yes, I did. He's nervous, because you are."
"Well, I'm putting my life and his in your hands. Whatever you say will inadvertently decide the rest of our lives."
"I'm surprised you trust me with such an awesome responsibility."
"You're a lot of things Vegeta, a lot of cruel and hateful things, but a murderer of your own flesh and blood is not one of them. I know you well enough to know that at least that goodness is there, whether you want it to be or not. I know you would never do a thing to harm our child, you have that much decency in you."
"My, my woman, I must say, I've very impressed with you lately. You know where you are, your situation, and have adjusted yourself to a specific mind-set that you intend to follow to its conclusion. I've never seen you so determined or clear about something in all the time I've known you."
"I haven't been pregnant with a half-blooded Saiyan child whose father is a heartless jerk in all the time you've known me up until now."
"Now, now, there's no need for insults."
"Vegeta, with you, there's always a need for insults." She allows herself a muffled laugh, though covers her mouth to try and stop it when she realizing its caught my attention. "Do you have an answer?"
"Yes," I state informatively, my posture rigid as if I'm preparing for battle.
"And?"
"I have a duty, bound by my warrior's honor, to stay here until the androids are defeated. I refuse to back down from their challenge, to run off like some coward."
"What is your answer Vegeta? I can't wait any longer."
"Tell your father to keep up with his progress in making my ship useable. I'll be gone the day those tin cans are history." She expression changes some, and a slight jolt of pain surges through her, the baby is in distress again, but I know she won't have my help again. Other than that, her face remains a mask of indifference.
"Well." She forces her breathing to remain steady. How is she not a fighter? She has all the qualities and requirements for the position, all she lacks is proper training. It's only fitting that my son should have such a strong-willed mother. "Thank you Vegeta. That's all I needed. My mother will be here in a few minutes with your dinner." She forces herself to turn away from me, her iron will stronger than I've ever seen it. She's determined not to break, not to react in any positive or negative way in regards to my decision. "Good-bye Vegeta."
The child sends its signature out again, this time stronger than I've felt it up until now. It knows something is terribly wrong and will do all in its power to remain near me. The woman grabs onto her belly, steadfast in her wanting to leave me. But the child will not allow her to go, pulling her to her knees with an incredible gush of painful energy. She falls forward, catching herself with her hands, trying desperately to leave the chamber as quickly as she can.
"Woman," I say, a hint of caution in my voice as I take a few steps in her direction.
"No, stay back. I don't need your help. I'm going to have to deal with this for the rest of my life, I'd better get used to it."
"Woman, don't let my decision make you bitter. You said yourself that my answer didn't matter to you."
"And it doesn't, but that doesn't mean it doesn't matter to the baby. So leave me alone, I need to handle this on my own."
"Well, I'm not about to let the mother of my child be hurt by a Saiyan pregnancy pain that I can easily subdue."
"Its only going to get worse if you help now. I need to do this on my own, don't you understand that? All your life you've been on your own, fending for yourself, doing everything according to your rules." She gasps suddenly, bracing herself for the pain. "I only ask that you allow me to do the same."
What could I respond to that? No, you have no right as the barer of my child to do such a thing? No, I couldn't, and I wouldn't. No matter how much I wanted to convince myself that I was right, I knew I was going to be disappointed when I allowed myself to see I was in fact wrong. "Fine woman," I agree reluctantly. "But at least let me help you to your feet."
"Fine," she grunts in a very unladylike manner, reaching her hand out to me. I push it away though, circling my arms around her, just above her chest. Then, as carefully as I can, I pull her to her feet, letting her steady herself before I let go.
"You're going to need to tell someone about that so they can assist you, if I am not allowed to."
"If it'll ease your pain," she growls sarcastically, though I know she'll take my advice. "Good night."
I watched her exit the gravity chamber, dragging her body to the house, determined to make it there without falling over and without turning back to ease the pain. It would undoubtedly hurt her more, mentally, to give in and come back to me. "Good-bye woman."
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Chapter 5! Oh yeah! There we go! I'm so proud of me! *Beams* :D I think I did an outstanding job on this chapter, don't you think? Heehee. Well I do, and its my fic, so blah! But I do hope you all liked it.
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"I will no longer take up residence on this mud ball after I defeat the androids," I state, then look down at my stomach which had chosen that moment to voice its opinion.
"Oh.." is all she says, in a reluctant sigh.
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The woman has been in her room the past few days, only coming out for meals. Its sort of odd how her presence causes this queasy feeling in my stomach. Probably just heartburn from her horrible cooking. And, even though she banned anyone, even her parents, from entrance to her chambers, I decided to venture there uninvited on the fourth day of her absence.
I slowly turn the door knob, though don't get far when I realize its locked. No biggy, I'll just break the lock. She never used to use the damn thing anyway, now its only to keep people out when she's not up for company. This'll get her back for interrupting all my training secessions with human nonsense. Maybe then she'll appreciate privacy and respect mine. *Fat chance..*
I turn the knob harder this time, breaking it with ease, then listen. She doesn't stir. Maybe she didn't hear me. Oh well, more fun for me. I always love surprising the little harpy. I take slow even steps over to her bed, where her curled up form is shaking. She is without a doubt to tears over some ridiculous human thing that I could have no understanding of and further more care for. Once I reach her bed, my suspicions are confirmed. There are tear stains covering her otherwise flawless skin. Oh do I love indulging in that skin.."Woman," I whisper at the exact moment my mouth makes contact with her ear. I'm already back a few steps before she even hears me.
"Vegeta.." she groans, not turning over, the only movement being from her lips. She didn't jump or yell or anything of what she usually does when I intrude upon her. "Is it broken again?"
Is what broken? Oh yes..What makes her think I want that?..
"Well? Is it?" she growls this time, whipping her eyes, and turning over just far enough to glare daggers at me. If I didn't know better I'd say she was mad at me.
"No woman, for once its managed to keep itself intact."
"Well what do you want then? Its only 4:30, dinner will be ready at 6:00." Why must she insult me so?
"I just ate," I reply simply, taking a seat next to her on the bed.
"Vegeta," she sighs, turning away again. "I'm not in the mood."
What!? Is that all she thinks of me!? The nerve!
"So just..uh, please go, I want to be alone right now."
"What's your problem?" I blurt out, not, for once, intending it to come out so harshly.
"Just go.."
"Woman!" I grab her arm, pulling her to face me. She looks away. "You will tell me what the hell's been bothering you! Ever since we last spoke you've been locked away in your stupid room, blubbering like a child!"
"Its no business of yours!!!" she screamed, sticking her nose in my face.
"I'll make it my business," I snort, grabbing her face with my free hand and forcing her eyes to make contact with mine. She's been avoiding me, I know this now, with the way her eyes dart about, desperately trying to find something to look at besides myself. "Tell me."
"Why?" she asks meekly, narrowing her pretty little eyes. "Why do you care? You'll just mock me for it then go off to space and purge 'til you die! That's all you want is one last laugh out of me before you're gone! And a fuck possibly! Which you will not get from me!" she screeched, bruising my hearing to some degree I'm sure. But what was she babbling about? Me not caring..Me leaving..Last laugh..
"You're upset because I'm leaving?" I ask, not at all expecting confirmation. I'd been joking. But her eyes wouldn't meet mine, telling me my off-hand question was precisely the problem she was mewing over. Dear Kami, why me? "Why?" It was now my turn to ask of her the impossible, an explanation for the madness.
"I-I.." she paused, pleading with me to let her loose. I abided, reluctantly, opening my hands and watched as she fled towards the bathroom. She didn't make it far however, and ended up trapped between myself and the wall, with no possibility for escape, for none I would offer her. "Vegeta please.." she begged, never sounding more desperate and weak to me than she did at that very moment. What she was hiding must be all the more horrifying to her to let herself look such a way in front of me, after countless confrontations where she claimed mental superiority over me. And there was something tugging in me, forcing myself upon her to make her give forth the information that she held as if it were the power of immortality. "Why are you doing this? Please, just leave me be.." Her voice was nothing more than a hoarse whisper now, fading with every word spoken.
"Just tell me why, and I'll do as you say," I promise, though I know I could never leave now. I was far too involved. This had something to do with me and Kami help me, I was going to make it stop. The last thing I wanted when I left this dreadful place was to have unfair grudges held against me. Sure, I know I've done things in my past that would cause hate towards myself, that was expected, accepted. But not this, this I had no clue about.
"Why what?" she growled, her body beginning to shake. She's so helpless right now, so fragile. I could snap her neck in an instant and end all my suffering.
"Why are you upset that I'm leaving?"
"Do you really think that's what it is?" she sneered, glaring nothing less than hate towards me. If that were ki, I'd surely be dead. But, luckily for me, its not.
"Then what?" I prod, pushing my body harder onto hers.
"Could it possibly be that I regret being with you?" She said the words no higher than just above a whisper, and I knew that, but when they met with my ears, they sounded as if they'd been screamed at the top of her lungs. I had to take a few steps back.
I look at her after a few long moments. She's on the floor now, crying into her knees, as if she's the one that's just been wounded.
"You said you'd leave," she reminded me venomously, not picking up her heavy head of aqua locks.
Without a sound, I heed to her words, stepping quietly out of the room. There's no doubt that she didn't hear me leave, for I hear a heavy sigh once I'm to the staircase. A long night in the gravity chamber will do me a lot, not good, but a lot.
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I wouldn't face her for months, staying locked in the gravity chamber until it chose to shut itself down on me, rendering me without an adequate place to train. She'd come to see me several times, none of which I so much as answered her, I almost couldn't remember what she looked like. She couldn't possibly believe that I would confront her after what she'd said to me. It was insane! But what should I have expected? The creature is insane. I should have taken that into consideration before I mated with her.
*KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!*
Must be the woman again.
"Vegeta dear." Or the woman's equally annoying mother.
"What?" I growl, my meditation broken.
"Dinner is ready."
"I take my meals in here now woman, you know that," I remind her, pulling myself to my feet and off the cool tiled floor.
"Yes, of course I know that. I have it here with me." I walk over to the door, pressing my nose to the crack. "Yes, I have egg rolls."
"You're getting better at this," I say, opening the thick metal door and snatching the tray stacked high with my meal, though it was hardly enough. I would raid the kitchen later tonight for the remainder of my dinner.
"Vegeta, sweet heart, when are you leaving for your trip? My Bulma won't tell me a thing."
"Its not a trip woman. I'm leaving for good, and the sooner the better. Whenever your insane mate finishes modifying my ship, I'll be going." She gave me a strange, sort of all-knowing look, then smiled and walked away, her head bobbing. What the hell could she have been so happy about? I'm not so blind to think she could be glad about my leaving forever. She has, on countless occasions, expressed her joy for my presence. Oh, what's it matter? As soon as I defeat the androids I'll be off. Away from this planet and its unbelievably annoying inhabitants.
I take my food to the middle of the floor and sit. Then, just as I'm about to take a bite of a delicious looking egg roll, one of the few Earth things I'll miss, there's another knock on the door. But this one is softer, more cautious. *Probably the old man.*
"What do you want?"
No answer. My Kami, how hard is it to state your name and purpose? I swear, these humans are inadequate in any and all areas of survival. I get up and swing open the door, by now aggravated beyond belief at my interruptions this evening. Sure, the food was one thing, but I doubt there's another platter in this person's hands. "I said what-Woman? What do you want? I thought you gave up last week."
"Well, I guess you were wrong then," she sighed heavily, only her face showing from the angle she put herself at. I could almost feel how uncomfortable she was.
"Come on woman, I don't have all day. I need to-Is there someone else out there with you?"
"No." She gave me a strange look, furrowing her brows and squinting her eyes slightly.
"Then why do I feel another energy level?"
"Vegeta," she whispered hoarsely, stepping full into view. My first thought was that since we hadn't had contact in about four months that she'd just been easing herself back into seeing me, not wanting to be her usual snippety self to start off. But, when my eyes drifted towards her abdomen, a lightning bolt of shock rang through my skull.
"Woman! What the hell happened to you!? How-"
"Vegeta, you know damn well what happened to me! I'm pregnant! And its your child!" she screamed, balling her fists. She was trying to control her anger, not wanting to stress herself out.
"My child!? How the hell do you figure that!?"
"Because, genius, I haven't been with anyone since you!"
" But-That's impossible! How in Kami's name did I not know about this until now!?" I was too shocked to realize the truth of the matter, that I'd been far too caught up in focusing on leaving the planet that I paid no mind to anything else. If I had, just once, let the woman in when she demanded for me to do so, when she said she'd had something important to tell me-*Oh Kami, how could I have missed it!?* I knew I felt two ki's every time she came to see me, even when I was absolutely certain she was alone. How could this have slipped by me?
"Have you seen me in the last four months? No. That's how..I'm four months pregnant Vegeta, and I'm obviously having this baby. I can do it without you, and since you're leaving I will be. I don't need you around to help raise this child. Actually he (I don't know if they can determine a baby's sex at four months, but for the purpose of this fic, they can :P) would probably turn out much better without your pig-headed influence."
"Wait, why didn't your ditz of a mother come bouncing in here and tell me?-Did you say he!?"
"I told everyone that knows not to tell you. I wanted to be the one to give you the news. But, seeing as you never gave me the time of day, I never had a chance to tell you. And I sure as hell wasn't going to do it through a closed door, I wanted to see your face." The corner of her lips curled up into a smirk, her arms crossed smugly across her chest, resting on her slightly swollen belly. How odd it was to look at her now, her skin seeming more bright, her eyes having an extra glint to them, more blues, and her stomach rounder, filled with a child, my child. "And yes, I did say he. It's a boy."
"W-"
"And before you go and deny my child," she interrupted, holding up her hand then tucking it back with the other one when I didn't protest the intrusion. "I didn't come here to demand you be in his life, as I said before I would much rather you were not, I don't want a murderer for a son." I sneered at her. She did nothing to acknowledge it, though I know she saw me. I also know that she had the upper hand on me in the situation, and she knew that as well. She could, if her needs be, take my child and not let me so much as see him. Kakarot would surely help her with that. But what did I care? I was leaving this damn mud ball and wouldn't have to deal with any of this. Who cares if I have a son, its not like he's a full- blooded Saiyan, just a stupid weakly half-breed. "So, go off, purge a million planets 'til you die. Leave the Earth and never come back. I have no emotional attachments to you, so it won't harm or benefit me in any way. And the only reason I am telling you, which I really didn't want to, but my mother practically forced me to, is because he is partly your child, you helped in creating him and it would be unfair if he was born and you had no clue about it. I'd just like to know what you're going to do. Stay and be a part of his life, or leave and, well, not? I'll hold no grudge if the answer is no, though I'm sure that's of no matter to you. And if its yes." She took a deep breath. "I won't prevent you from seeing him, from being his father." She stopped there. Does that mean its my turn to talk now?
"I must say woman, I'm impressed at your assertiveness for the situation. You really do believe that you could keep me from seeing my own son. Though, I assure you, I could snatch him from his cradle in the middle of the night and take him to space without leaving so much as a hair of evidence."
"Are you saying that's what you plan on doing? Or would do? Because if that's the case then I'll get an abortion before you can carry out your cruel little intendment." I looked into her eyes; calm as though she were sleeping with them open. Not a hint of anguish, no sign she would not go through with her threat.
"You would never," I said softly, stepping forward, an arm's length in front of her. "You're too caring, too sensitive, too vigilant in regards for human life. I know you too well, you can't fool me with your pseudo heart-less performance."
"Try me. I'll go do it right now if you threaten me again." Her eyes were slightly shaky now, though they still held that rock hard determination that drew my hormones to her in the first place.
"Oh woman," I sighed, taking one more step forward, placing my hand on her belly. The tiny life form inside reacts to my much closer presence, flaring its barely tangible power level just enough for my senses to detect it, barely. The woman flinches, though not from my intimate closeness, but from the rise in energy within her womb. She, of course, knew not what it was, probably figured it was normal for pregnancy. Though this was no ordinary pregnancy, she was carrying a Saiyan, an instinct infused warrior. She must be in immense pain. "Did that hurt?"
"Oh, don't tell me the almighty Saiyan Prince cares for the lowly knocked-up Earth girl. I'm fine Vegeta. Just pregnancy pains, my mom said she got them just as bad as I am having them now."
"Well, she's right about them being child baring pains, though I assure you she has never felt that kind of pain."
"And what makes you such an expert on the female anatomy?"
"I'm not. But I am an expert on Saiyan anatomy, and what you are going through right now is definitely a Saiyan pregnancy." I spread my fingers open across her belly, pushing lightly on the skin to create a stronger current of energy between myself and the child. She has, without a doubt felt this before, when she's come to see me in the chamber. "What you are feeling right now, that energy, that intense pain, is my child sending its energy out to me, for I have not been close enough to it to acknowledge its presence."
"How the hell does MY baby know whether or not you are around!? And how the hell can it respond to you being around!? Its just a fetus, it doesn't know a thing! Its not fully developed yet, and even when it is, it won't know you from the next guy!"
"Woman, woman, woman," I sighed, shaking my head. "I told you, it's a Saiyan pregnancy, because of the Saiyan blood in the child, my blood. Its completely unlike Earth pregnancies in all ways except the forming of a child and the amount of time that development takes."
"What are you trying to say?" Her balled fists moved to her hips, her head cocked slightly to the left.
"I'm saying that I know exactly what's going on within your womb, and you, whether you whole-heartedly belief so or not, have no clue what so ever." I paused, giving her a chance to retaliate. She chose, for the time being, to remain silent. Well, there's a first time for everything I suppose. "What is happening inside you is unlike anything any human has ever experienced, safe Kakarot's harpy. Our child, though still in its fetus stage, is fully aware of what is happening in your womb and within a ten-foot perimeter of where you're standing at any given time. It has signatures of your energy, though small, and my own. In other words, it can sense my presence if I am within ten feet of you, and will try to reach out to me, alerting me of its presence. So, I should have known you were with child before even you did. But, because I closed myself off to you, I was completely blind to the formation of the child. Now, when he is born, he will still carry the signatures, knowing where you and myself are, no matter our distance from him. The only reason his abilities are limited within the womb is his lack of brain capacity due to under-development and the layers of tissue protecting it from outside elements."
"And it hurts because-"
"Your body isn't used to that much energy, so along with initial child-baring pains, you receive these as well. You'll get used to it though, the energy that is. You'll even start to be able to feel it in a few months, and be able to know the babies thoughts, though you may confuse them with your own for you have no previous experience in telepathy."
"Really?" She gently grabbed onto her swollen abdomen, spreading out her fingers as if she were trying to feel the energy, ignoring my hand that was now under her own. "So I'll know what's going on inside me?"
"Sort of, if you can decipher the images from your own. Its quite simple actually, if you know how."
"Right, if I know how," she groaned, pushing my hand away. "But I don't, so I'll just be in the dark on the whole thing. But whatever, its not like I'm missing out on much, I still get my baby." She turned from me, still holding around her belly protectively, as if I would penetrate it and steal the fetus. "I'll be by Monday (Its Saturday), around dinner time for your answer. I won't protest either way, its entirely up to you."
"How noble of you."
"I like to think so," she retaliates, turning her head around just enough to see me out of the corner of her eye. "See you Monday."
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Monday evening, and I've been raking my brain for the past two days, trying to first accept my situation, and second figure out what I intend to do with myself. I tried weighing the benefits versus the disadvantages, though could never agree with myself upon certain things, therefore back- firing my plan. The choice should have been simple, leave the damn planet and forget about the woman and the child she was carrying. But, the more time I had to think about it, the more time my borrowed Earthling conscience, which I never had before coming here, had to disagree with my instincts. Thus, bringing me back to square one: undecided.
Having an heir to the throne had never been a priority of mine after Planet Vegeta was laid to ruins. Of course I'd been forced into believing I needed an heir and therefore a mate to continue the bloodline. But then the planet was destroyed and I found a loophole in Kami's design; a way to become immortal, thus having no need for an heir and especially not a mate. How fate can slap you in the face though; me being defeated by that low- class warrior Kakarot, then him becoming a Super Saiyan, a destiny supposed to be reserve for me as my royal birthright, and now this, this woman and her child that is half Saiyan, half of myself. On the one hand, how could I leave what I instinctively have a duty to protect? But on the other, how can I sacrifice my pride to lower myself to do such a thing?
A knock at the door distracted me from my thoughts and my head snapped in that direction. What time was it? I glanced at the red neon clock on the control panel, 6:21 PM. It was the woman, it had to be, I felt two ki's, two distinctive ki's, and one with a specific Saiyan signature, a signature that I could feel reaching out for me. I answered the child's call by sending out my own signature, lessening the amount of energy being projected to me, thus easing the woman's pain. It was the least I could do for her.
"Its unlocked," I state, turning my back from the door before she even reaches up for the handle.
"Hi Vegeta," she says, stepping into the gravity chamber, trying to sound calm and at ease, though I can sense her distress, her need to know the answer. I knew that she'd be fine with whatever I told her, whatever excuse I gave for the answer, and she would not hate me anymore than she already does no matter what I said. It was what I did that mattered in her mind, for whatever I chose I was expected to follow through with.
I grunt in response to her greeting, then sent out some more energy to ease the child's discomfort, for he undoubtedly feels whatever the woman is feeling.
"You did that, didn't you?"
"Stop the child from hurting you?" She nods, a slight, barely visible hint of a smile on her lips. "Yes, I did. He's nervous, because you are."
"Well, I'm putting my life and his in your hands. Whatever you say will inadvertently decide the rest of our lives."
"I'm surprised you trust me with such an awesome responsibility."
"You're a lot of things Vegeta, a lot of cruel and hateful things, but a murderer of your own flesh and blood is not one of them. I know you well enough to know that at least that goodness is there, whether you want it to be or not. I know you would never do a thing to harm our child, you have that much decency in you."
"My, my woman, I must say, I've very impressed with you lately. You know where you are, your situation, and have adjusted yourself to a specific mind-set that you intend to follow to its conclusion. I've never seen you so determined or clear about something in all the time I've known you."
"I haven't been pregnant with a half-blooded Saiyan child whose father is a heartless jerk in all the time you've known me up until now."
"Now, now, there's no need for insults."
"Vegeta, with you, there's always a need for insults." She allows herself a muffled laugh, though covers her mouth to try and stop it when she realizing its caught my attention. "Do you have an answer?"
"Yes," I state informatively, my posture rigid as if I'm preparing for battle.
"And?"
"I have a duty, bound by my warrior's honor, to stay here until the androids are defeated. I refuse to back down from their challenge, to run off like some coward."
"What is your answer Vegeta? I can't wait any longer."
"Tell your father to keep up with his progress in making my ship useable. I'll be gone the day those tin cans are history." She expression changes some, and a slight jolt of pain surges through her, the baby is in distress again, but I know she won't have my help again. Other than that, her face remains a mask of indifference.
"Well." She forces her breathing to remain steady. How is she not a fighter? She has all the qualities and requirements for the position, all she lacks is proper training. It's only fitting that my son should have such a strong-willed mother. "Thank you Vegeta. That's all I needed. My mother will be here in a few minutes with your dinner." She forces herself to turn away from me, her iron will stronger than I've ever seen it. She's determined not to break, not to react in any positive or negative way in regards to my decision. "Good-bye Vegeta."
The child sends its signature out again, this time stronger than I've felt it up until now. It knows something is terribly wrong and will do all in its power to remain near me. The woman grabs onto her belly, steadfast in her wanting to leave me. But the child will not allow her to go, pulling her to her knees with an incredible gush of painful energy. She falls forward, catching herself with her hands, trying desperately to leave the chamber as quickly as she can.
"Woman," I say, a hint of caution in my voice as I take a few steps in her direction.
"No, stay back. I don't need your help. I'm going to have to deal with this for the rest of my life, I'd better get used to it."
"Woman, don't let my decision make you bitter. You said yourself that my answer didn't matter to you."
"And it doesn't, but that doesn't mean it doesn't matter to the baby. So leave me alone, I need to handle this on my own."
"Well, I'm not about to let the mother of my child be hurt by a Saiyan pregnancy pain that I can easily subdue."
"Its only going to get worse if you help now. I need to do this on my own, don't you understand that? All your life you've been on your own, fending for yourself, doing everything according to your rules." She gasps suddenly, bracing herself for the pain. "I only ask that you allow me to do the same."
What could I respond to that? No, you have no right as the barer of my child to do such a thing? No, I couldn't, and I wouldn't. No matter how much I wanted to convince myself that I was right, I knew I was going to be disappointed when I allowed myself to see I was in fact wrong. "Fine woman," I agree reluctantly. "But at least let me help you to your feet."
"Fine," she grunts in a very unladylike manner, reaching her hand out to me. I push it away though, circling my arms around her, just above her chest. Then, as carefully as I can, I pull her to her feet, letting her steady herself before I let go.
"You're going to need to tell someone about that so they can assist you, if I am not allowed to."
"If it'll ease your pain," she growls sarcastically, though I know she'll take my advice. "Good night."
I watched her exit the gravity chamber, dragging her body to the house, determined to make it there without falling over and without turning back to ease the pain. It would undoubtedly hurt her more, mentally, to give in and come back to me. "Good-bye woman."
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Chapter 5! Oh yeah! There we go! I'm so proud of me! *Beams* :D I think I did an outstanding job on this chapter, don't you think? Heehee. Well I do, and its my fic, so blah! But I do hope you all liked it.
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