Chapter 15: He came

He came back. She couldn't believe it...he came back. She wasn't sure it would ever happen, but he came back. He stood above her with that same stony expression on his face. The only difference being that he was stronger. His eyes were a brilliant green and his golden hair stood taller than before. She could even see more muscle definition, if that was even possible.

Bulma reached a hand foreword and gently ran a hand through his hair. She could feel the energy radiating off of him. Vegeta let her hands wander down his face and across his broad shoulders. He kept his face stoic, but was fighting the inner battle to keep his muscles from responding to her touch.

For months Vegeta had felt nothing but the pain of muscle strain and the jolt of energy coursing through his body. It was nice to feel her light touch again. It never ceased to amaze him that there was a species out there that was so weak, but at that moment, it was refreshing.

True, he hardly thought about her while he was away, but here, in the room where they had spent so many nights in each other's arms, it was hard to ignore it. Too hard. She may not have the figure she had months ago, but she was still beautiful. He raised his hand and firmly grasped hers, placing it on her swollen abdomen.

"You did it." She whispered, a small smile playing on her lips.

"I told you I would return to fight the androids, did you doubt my word?" Came his gruff reply.

"No. I knew you would fight them, I just didn't think you would come here. I just...I...Kami, Vegeta, you're a Super Saiyan! You...you look even more perfect." She finished with a pink blush staining her cheeks.

"Heh. I only came back to return the Capsule. I'm a Prince, I don't steal." Vegeta said, crossing his arms with a sneer.

"Of course, Vegeta...is there anything I can do for you...as a gift not a favor?"

"You can..." But he didn't get to finish hi s sentence. He was cut off by a loud groan of pain from the woman laying next to him.

Bulma's face was screwed up in angst, her face beet red from the pain.

"Oh, shit..." she said after the pain subsided.

"Help me up, Vegeta. I'd rather not have to replace my mattress."

Confused by her request, he did what was asked of him and helped the woman to her chair. After some groaning, she made it and reached for her phone. She dialed a number with one hand, while tightly grasping Vegeta's hand with her other.

"Dr. Tanaka, please. Bulma Briefs. Thank you."

Again the look of pain came across Bulma's face. Vegeta was amazed at how her touch that had been so soft only a moment ago, and how now, she was squeezing his hand so hard he was sure she would break it if he were human.

"Hello, Dr. Tanaka. I'm in labor. No, it hasn't broken yet, but the contractions seem to be about ten minutes apart. Yes, I have someone here, I'll meet you in the lab."

After she had gotten off of the phone with Dr. Tanaka, Bulma had realized that Vegeta had lowered his power level back to resting level. He also had a slightly dumbfounded look on his face.

"I'm in labor, Vegeta. I'm not expecting you to be there, but could you please help me get to the lab so that the doctor can deliver our baby?" She asked, big blue eyes trained on his face.

Without a word, he picked her up and flew out the window down to her lab. Once she was seated in the medical facility and the doctor had arrived, he walked out, but he didn't go far. He stayed outside the room, out of sight. So out of sight that no one knew he was there, but he could feel it. He could feel the woman's strength as she struggled to birth their child. He could even feel his child becoming stronger as he neared birth.

The hours that he stood outside her lab gave him time to reflect. He shouldn't even be standing there. He shouldn't be becoming a father. He shouldn't be concerned about her. In fact, none of this should be happening. Then and there, he made a decision.

Vegeta stormed into the medical lab just in time to see the birth of his son. The doctor held up the little demi-saiyan by the legs and quickly had him wrapped in a blue blanket. The child was strong, and so were his lungs. Dr. Briefs cut the umbilical cord, and then the child was given to Bulma to hold.

Vegeta walked over to Bulma's bedside, peering down at the blue bundle she held in her arm. Bright blue eyes starred up at him. The child looked like a little Saiyan, and if it wasn't for his lavender coloring, he would easily be confused as one. Vegeta's eyes then darted to the little brown tail sticking out from the blanket.

"Remove it." He said.

"Vegeta, are you sure?" Bulma asked in a shocked hush.

"I said it, didn't I? I said I wouldn't deny that he's my son, but I don't want to broadcast it, either. Remove it." He repeated, arms crossed in a defiant stance.

"I was planning on it, regardless of your opinion, Vegeta. I will not have MY son turning into a giant monkey every full moon." Bulma said in a deadly whisper.

"Ms. Briefs, do you have a name for the boy?" Dr. Tanaka interrupted, hoping to ease some of the tension in the room.

"Yes, doctor. His name is Trunks Vegeta Briefs. We will be leaving the name of the father off of the birth certificate." Bulma said, her best business voice in place.

"Yes, Ms. Briefs. Trunks Vegeta Briefs, born August 16th, 2004. Mother Bulma Bra Briefs, father unknown. I'll need your signature soon, I'll give you time. May I see the child, I need to check his vitals, and then you can feed him."

Bulma nodded and handed her baby to the doctor. She looked up to give Vegeta a piece of her mind, but only caught sight of his back leaving the door. Her son's piercing scream ripped through the air, following the fleeing prince into the night.

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