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AN: Sorry I was so late in posting. I had a lot of complications. Before Christmas my grandmother had a heart attack. But she is doing extremely well now. Even the doctors were impressed with her recovery. Then during Christmas, my computer "mysteriously"disappeared. It was replaced with a brand new one. Yellow with matching keyboard and mouse, but they had some problems with the video card. Then they had fixed it, but the software I use to post my fanfiction wasn't on there. It's all fixed now, and hopefully no more complications will delay me from finishing this story. Which I am happy and also a little sad to say that it is almost finished.
Please don't forget to review! This chapter is a long one to make up for not posting in so long. I hope you like it. I tried not to be too graphic. I hope you like it!
~I am the son
and the heir
of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
of nothing in particular~
Trunks walked to the hospital entrance with his wife. He groaned at seeing
the media vultures already there. It was obvious that Pan spotted them to for
her hand tightened around his arm. He frowned. He knew she wasn't used to this.
Hell, he wasn't used to this and it happened all the time. Trunks did not like
the press as much as it seemed. Sure he use to smile and wave and they would
take his picture and ask a few embarrassing questions in which he would not
answer. Now though, he had a family to look out for. He did not want them
hounded by the press just because they were heirs to the Capsule Corps. fortune.
It would be even worse if they found out they were part alien and royal heirs to
a dead planet. No he would have to find a way to keep the media out of his
family's life. The press didn't seem to see them yet so they backtracked and
took another way.
~You shut your mouth
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does~
When they had finally made it to the right room they were barred by Vegeta.
"Brat you can go in, but she needs to go to the waiting room." Trunks
could feel Pan's ki rise with her anger. He was a little angry himself until he
really looked at his father. He wore the same mask of arrogance as he always
did, but Trunks knew him better than that. He could tell something was up.
"What's wrong?" Vegeta growled. "She's having complications and
is going to have to have a C something or other." Vegetas hands were balled
into fists. Trunks could feel Pan's shock as she moved forward to go see her
friend. Vegeta blocked her way. Pan's ki rose higher. "Move Vegeta. She
needs me right now. I have to see her. You are not going to stop..." Vegeta
growled. "Shut up! You are not going in there and that is final! Go to the
waiting room now!" Trunks' anger started to rise a little as well at how
his wife was being spoken to, but his concern for his sister was keeping him
rational. He looked at Vegeta again and just for a brief moment he thought he
saw concern in his eyes. He was about to ask why when he heard his sister scream
in pain, only to be echoed by Pan. He felt intense pain and before, he could
even react Vegeta had scooped up Pan and practically ran to the waiting room. He
was about to join them when he heard his wife's voice in his head. *Go see
Bra. Tell her I am sorry I couldn't come to see her.* Trunks was torn. *But...*
*Trunks I am fine the pain is going away, and I have a feeling Vegeta is not
going to let go even if you asked him to. I will be all right in his care. Now
go.* He finally entered his sisters room.
~I am the son
and the heir
of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and the heir
of nothing in particular~
Vegeta held on to Pan rocking her unconsciously. He would not lose her.
What was happening to his brat was out of his hands and it put a fear in him
that he had never felt before. But Pan, he could protect her for now. He felt
her relax slowly bit by bit in his arms. He sensed the ki in her belly strong
and steady. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding as he looked at
someone he had already considered a daughter long ago. She looked pale and
confused, and would soon ask for and explanation. He knew that talking soothed
the brat just as much as sparring. Vegeta wasn't much for talking. He was more
of a man of action; he did not like to share his private thoughts. He also knew
she wasn't in a condition to spar. So the proud prince swallowed his pride and
attempted to start a conversation. He was just glad that they were alone.
"Feeling better brat?" She still had her small hand clutched around
his shirt as she nodded. She still looked so much like a child at times.
"And...and the br..." He was cut off. "Sarada." His chest
puffed out a little bit at having heard the name that he picked. "She is
fine, kicking a bit but fine." She winced a little to prove her point.
Vegeta smirked. "Well, I would be cranky too, if I was awakened so
rudely." Pan just looked up at him curiosity plain on her face. "What
happened Vegeta?" Vegeta frowned and fought down a blush. He knew he would
have to explain, but it was still humiliating. "Saiyans have pretty
powerful deliveries. The energy about them could cause others to go into
premature labor. Although with you, I wouldn't call it too premature." Pan
looked confused. "I still have another three months." Vegeta cursed
for having to explain. "For a human yes that would be the case, but you are
not human. Well not completely. Neither is the brat that you are carrying.
Saiyans only carry for six months. When Bulma had Trunks, she carried for seven
and a half months. With Bra it was exactly six. I knew Bra should have had the
brat long before now." He grumbled blaming himself for not saying anything
sooner. These complications could have probably been prevented. Meanwhile Pan
was absorbing the information. It was true Bra was huge compared to her, but she
was also taller. She looked at her belly. She did look like she was close to
nine months pregnant. Some people even commented on it, but it never really sunk
in. Now it did and Pan was a little scared. She had still not come to terms with
the labor issue. Now she had a small taste of it, and it did not sit very well
with her. She knew she would have to go through it, but she thought she would
have a little more time to prepare. "I...I need to take a walk." She
hugged and kissed Vegeta on the cheek. "Go look after Bra she needs you. No
matter what you might think." Vegeta let her go slowly, but he also knew
she had a lot to think about. "Be careful brat!" With that he went to
Bra's room.
~You shut your mouth
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does~
Hours earlier in an abandoned apartment complex no one came to the aid of
a small womans screams. She was small with what used to be long black hair,
which had been inexpertly cut and pulled out in clumps. She could not understand
how this had happened to her. She had gone to a club with her friends. She
normally didn't go out to clubs, but they talked her into it. She was sitting at
the bar alone when this guy came up and started talking to her. He was real nice
and said all the right things. She accepted a drink he bought for her and the
next thing she knew she was here. He was crazy. He acted as if they were husband
and wife. She was angry and told him to let her the fuck out of this place. As
soon as she cursed she was sent flying across the room. He told her that his
wife would not speak that way. She realized how crazy he was and tried to play
along until she could escape. Her attempt to leave failed and now she was
suffering for it. He had beaten her black and blue. He shouted things like she
wasn't the one for him and that she had distracted him from the right one. He
said that she was another whore that was trying to tempt him away from the
perfect woman. Then he proceeded to rape and beat her viciously. When he was
done she had begged him to kill her and he was happy to oblige. He smashed her
face in with an iron until it was no longer recognizable. Thus ended another
life at his hands. This one was to be a doctor. She had been fresh out of
college and now her future was no more. Her body would be found years later and
tagged as another Jane Doe. Her friends and family had long since given up hope.
She was no more, and he went on still trying to find the perfect one. She
was just another victim.
~There's a club if you'd like to go
you could meet somebody who really loves you
so you go, and you stand on your own
and you leave on your own
and you go home, and you cry
and you want to die~
He went back to the club he had met his last victim. Stupid whore
distracting him from his perfect one. He looked at all the girls there. Whores
all of them. He shook his head. This was not the place to be. He sighed and
exited the club and decided to walk off his anger. He was a couple of blocks
away when he saw her. He had no doubt this one was the one. She had on a modest
sundress and was practically glowing in maternal bliss. She was perfect. Just
like the voices had told him. She was small with long black hair just like his
mother. He would take her and raise that child as his own. He would have some as
his own of course, but he could wait. She looked so pretty and fragile,
occasionally holding her belly and looking far off. She was obviously in deep
thought. Like she was looking for something or someone. Could the voices be
pulling her to him? Could she be looking for him? She continued her steady pace
then stopped nodded a bit smiling and turned around. She nodded at him! She must
know! She just wanted him to take her. He pulled out the rag and doused it with
chloroform. He didn't even really do much sneaking, as he pulled her against him
with the rag against her nose and mouth. He heard her breath in at being
startled she didn't even have time to struggle. She went limp in his arms and he
carried her to his car and was off.
~When you say it's gonna happen "now"
well, when exactly do you mean?
see I've already waited too long
and all my hope is gone~
Pan woke up disoriented and dizzy. She also had the strong urge to vomit.
She got up quickly holding her mouth, but it was too quick and she fell back to
the bed. Strong arms held her close with a bucket in front of her. She was
grateful and when she was finished she was handed a rag. She cleaned herself up.
"Thanks Trunks." She heard movement behind her. "Not Trunks, and
you are welcome honey." She sat up startled. She looked at the stranger
confused and frightened. "W-who are you? Where is Trunks?" The man
built like a bodybuilder with black hair and a plain face looked at her. "I
am your husband and there is no Trunks." Pan felt herself get angry, but
couldn't get her ki to raise. She felt it all wrapped around her womb protecting
the baby from the drugs he had used to get her here. She tried to contact Trunks
but her mind was still too hazy. "Trunks is my husband not you! Where the
hell am I?" The man stomped over to her grabbing both of her arms and
squeezing tightly. "I am your husband and I will not hear my wife speak
such vulgar words!" Pan saw how close to the edge the man was. She couldn't
take the risk of him hurting her and in turn hurting the baby. She tried to stay
calm and rational. She could act. Somehow get away. "Ok husband. Forgive me
for such horrible words. I don't know where they came from. I must have amnesia.
I don't understand where I am. Or who you are." The she looked down at her
belly like she just noticed. "Oh dear! I'm pregnant!" She managed to
bring up some tears. "I don't remember, and I have made my husband upset
and all he wants to do is take care of me! Please forgive me and be
patient." Then she thought to add. "W-who am I? And who was this
Trunks I was speaking of?" Through most of her words he seemed skeptical
but she must have made a good show of acting frantic for his hands started to
ease up on her. He even smiled and hugged her and Pan fought the urge to vomit.
"Shhh…It's okay sweetheart. Calm down now you don't want to hurt the
baby by becoming too upset. It's going to be all right. I am going to take
care of you. I am your husband after all." Just then her stomach rumbled
rather loudly. She even managed to blush and look meek. "Honey, I think the
baby wants breakfast. Where's the kitchen again?" She went to get up but a
sharp pain in her stomach made her wince. She cursed the crazy bastard and
thought up creative ways of killing him and it calmed her and the pain down. He
looked at her concerned. "You all right sweet?" She nodded. "Yeah, I still
feel a little out of it though." He smiled. "I suppose it is to be expected.
Not to worry I will make breakfast." With that he kissed her forehead and
left, locking the door behind him. Pan whispered to herself. "Great. Just
fucking great. One of the few times I let my guard down and I am captured by a
psychopath. And he wants me to be little Suzy homemaker. Ugh!" She felt
another stab of pain. "If I lose my baby cause of this he's gonna fucking
die slow!" She growled as another wave of pain stole her breath momentarily.
She felt her ki return in full force. She gave a powerful scream. Her
"husband" came running into the room concerned. She pretended to be balled
up in pain. "Honey the baby! It's coming now!" She saw him pale. "Now?
W-w-we need a doctor!" Then she saw him shake his head and dismiss the idea.
He came closer to her as she made another fake moan. She suppressed a smile. Yes
do come closer. I'm going to enjoy killing you. He peered at her face and saw
her smile he went to draw back, but he had hesitated to long. She had him by the
throat, and she knew he saw death. She squeezed his windpipe. She saw him
struggle and scratch at he arms but she couldn't feel anything. She was numb
and oddly detached from herself. She saw him go limp and was about to rip out
his throat when another wave of pain caused her to drop him. No! Not now! She
tried to contact Trunks. *Trunks! Help me! The baby! I need you now!*
~You shut your mouth
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does~
Trunks had been pacing the hospital desperately trying to contact Pan
again. She had said she would be right there to see little Okazu. She never
showed up and he couldn't get a reading on her. Vegeta looked like he was
about ready to kill. It was obvious that he blamed himself. He had been in and
out of this hospital along with everyone else scanning for her. They kept
meeting back discussing everywhere they had searched. No one wanted to give up
hope. It was mid-morning when he got her message along with the pain. His knees
buckled and he would've fallen had not Vegeta been there to keep him steady.
"She's scared and in pain. She said the baby was coming!" Vegeta growled.
"Let's go get her. Now! If you are not there she may not have enough energy
to give birth. It could kill her." He saw the fear and anger in Trunks eyes.
Trunks was about to direct that anger towards him. Before he could even open his
mouth Vegeta cut him off. "I am just trying to tell you how urgent it is that
we get to her. Now lets go brat. Move it now!" With that Vegeta was already
out the door. Leaving Trunks staring dumbfounded and having to chase after him.
Had his father just explained himself to him? He hardly ever did that. He felt
another wave of pain and Pan's fear and he was right with Vegeta top speed.
They landed in an obviously poor neighborhood. They were in front of an
abandoned apartment complex. They had both rushed into the room. To see Pan
curled up in pain and a man standing over her with a knife stained crimson. Both
saiyans saw red and went super. Before Tunks could get to the man Vegeta was all
over him. He had the man against the wall bloodied and screaming for mercy. He
knew Vegeta had none, and proved it when he saw him gut the man with his bare
hands Vegeta himself was screaming. "How dare you touch one of my brats!"
Then Trunks felt another wave of pain and turned to Pan who was bleeding from
two deep cuts on her upper and lower right arm. She had been trying to shield
herself. He scooped her up. Her eyes opened. "Trunks! The baby!" She gritted
her teeth as another round of contractions hit her. Trunks felt it too. Vegeta
was dripping in blood and gobbets of flesh. "Get her to the hospital. Now!
I'll be right behind you. I have to clean up first or you're mother will
kill me." Trunks didn't wait. He was flying towards the hospital and grabbed
the first doctor he saw. "Help my wife now!" It was a command and everyone
knowing who he was sprang into action. It wasn't long before her arm was
bandaged and she was in a delivery room with him holding her hand. He fed her
his energy giving her the strength she needed to give birth. It killed him to
see her in so much pain. He felt helpless as he watched the doctor. He wiped the
sweat from her forehead. "Panny I love you. You can do this!" Pan let out
another scream as the doctor's told her to push. "I AM PUSHING!" He calmed
her down by taking some of the pain and sending her his feelings of love. She
calmed down visibly and gave one last push. She heard the baby crying and laid
her head back in exhaustion. They had soon placed little Sarada in her arms.
Trunks looked down at the two of them and felt as if his heart would burst. His
wife. His daughter. His family. He was now complete. Pan had given him a small
tired smile as he watched him pick up and hold his daughter for the first time.
AN: Thank you for waiting patiently. I am sorry I took so long. It took me a while to write it and then re-write certain parts cause I thought I might be getting a little to graphic with the blood and gore. I hope you liked it. Please review! I love to hear from you it brightens my day and keeps me writing.