Bulma sat up in bed suddenly, but was forced back down onto her back by the strong wave of dizziness. Shaking her head a little, she tried to sit up, but couldn't. It hurt, a lot. She was breathing hard, but couldn't breathe. Reaching toward Vegeta, she found him gone. This time, a whimper escaped her lips when she tried to sit up. It hurt, almost too much to think. She had to find Vegeta, she didn't know why, but he could help. He'd know what to do. She was able to swing her legs out of bed, but only made it to sitting on the edge of the bed before Vegeta came back into the room, looking about ready to fall asleep again. Without thinking she looked over at the clock on the wall, to find it to be 3:37am. Gritting her teeth she looked at the totally worn out Vegeta, then sighed.
"What are you doing awake? You should be asleep," Vegeta asked, looking at her through blurry eyes. Bulma took a deep breath before lying through her teeth to Vegeta.
"I've gotta pee, it's just taking me a couple of minutes to get out of bed," well it was a half truth. It was taking a lot to get up out of bed. The way she said it, avoiding his eyes, Vegeta knew she was lying. And if she was lying to him, then it had to be pretty bad.
"You're lying, what's wrong?" Vegeta said, suddenly wide-awake. He sniffed the air and smelled it. There were lives letting go. She was having a miscarriage. "Shit," Vegeta answered himself, before going to his wife and picking her up. He only knew one way to stop this, Dende. He could heal, meaning he could save the babies.
Within a few seconds Vegeta was standing outside Dende's room, about to knock when the door opened, and Dende moved to the side, letting Vegeta in. He didn't ask how the Namek knew what was wrong, he just knew that he was thankful for it. He didn't think he could say it out loud. Laying Bulma on the bed that Dende had just vacated, Vegeta held her hand and watched as Dende kneeled next to the bed. His hands went to Bulma's forehead and her stomach. Bulma screamed suddenly. She felt the tearing, sliding that was going on. And she knew that she'd loose her children if she didn't let Dende do what he was doing.
"Will they be okay?" Vegeta asked, looking a crossed Bulma at Dende. Dende nodded offhandedly, continuing to work. Leaning down, Vegeta kissed Bulma's cheek, holding her hand, feeling, and smelling the fear that was being felt by all three of them. Dende wasn't sure if they would be okay, Vegeta was scared for his little ones, and Bulma was scared because she didn't want to lose her babies, she already loved them.
***
Vegeta stepped out of Dende's room an hour later, to find everyone else standing around waiting. Trunks and Bra came forward, Bra getting scooped up in Vegeta's arms, Trunks standing a couple of feet away.
"She'll be okay. If they make it through the night, they'll be fine. If not..." Vegeta broke off, holding Bra as close to him a possible, fighting back the tears. Bra didn't fight them back, the tears soaking Vegeta's bear shoulder. He was still only in his boxers. Trunks looked at the ground, only to find himself wrapped in Rachel's arms. He pulled her around in front of him and buried his face into her hair and let the tears he had been holding back flow.
***
"They'll be okay, she just needs to take it easy, and comfortable at all times. Do you know when she's the most comfortable?" Dende asked, looking at Vegeta, Trunks, and the soggy Bra. Trunks looked at his father but didn't say it. Bra wasn't that tactful though. She knew what calmed her mother, and she wasn't going to let her father have so much pride as to say no to letting her tell.
"When she's with Daddy! She always says that when he's in the room she feel safe. Even though she knows that he could kill her within a heartbeat," Bra said, sounding much older then she really was. Vegeta looked down at the child in his arms and blinked, before holding her closer. Trunks looked closely at his father before sighing.
"She's right. That's what mom always says," his words made Vegeta remember every time he'd ever asked Bulma if she forgot who she was bedding with. Every time though she'd just smile and not answer. He knew her answer now. But why hadn't she ever told him? Did she want him to always question her? If so why? He'd ask her after she had the twins.
***
Gohan landed on the lookout, poking at his left cheekbone softly. Fucking Sharpener had hit him pretty damn hard about a half hour ago. Now his cheek was turning black and blue, a nasty black eye starting up. He could feel it. Shaking his head, he headed toward the main building, only to be stopped when Videl came running out, plowing into him, and sending him over the side of the lookout. Gripping her gently he stopped their fall and hovered in the air.
"Oh, Gohan, what happened to your eye?" Videl suddenly asked, sitting up on his chest, gently touching the faint bruise on his cheek. Gohan winced slightly but grinned up at his mate.
"Sharpener, he didn't want to talk. He decided to punch me. He must have workout a lot in jail or something because it knocked me on my ass," Gohan said, pulling her down and kissing her before she could say anything. After a second of struggling, Videl gave up and let him kiss her.
***
Piccolo glanced over the side of the lookout, but jerked back suddenly, rubbing his eyes like he'd gone suddenly blind. He turned back toward the main building, only to have Videl's shirt land on top of his head. He jerked, and lost his footing, landing on his butt. The next second, the rest of the couples clothing were thrown at him, hanging off his shoulders.
"Um... I most likely don't want to know why you're covered with Gohan and Videl's cloths," Goku asked, helping Piccolo up. Piccolo nodded, picking Videl's thong off his ear. He dropped it to the ground before removing the rest of the cloths, leaving them in a neat pile on the edge of the lookout. He growled and walked back toward his room. Goku snickered and followed him. Ahhh... the joys of being newly mated. His memories went back to when Gohan himself was conceived. That was 19 years ago. He and ChiChi had been so young. Then Goten, and now the newest member of the Son family. Shivering at the sudden urge to find ChiChi, Goku went off to do just that.
He found her sitting in the lounge, 18 and Bulma with her. Without even caring about anyone else, Goku lifted ChiChi and pulled her onto his lap, burying his face into the back of her neck. ChiChi blinked and looked back at him, before asking him what the matter was.
Just a sudden urge to protect you. Since Vegeta showed up, I've been listening more to my instincts, Goku whispered through the bond. ChiChi shrugged and went back to talking about paints for the new nurseries. Gohan had been away for four weeks, and no one really knew if he would be able to do this.
***
Videl blushed, reaching over the side and pulling their clothes toward them. She could not believe that they had done that, where anyone could have watched them. She glared at Gohan, who she was still sitting on. Gohan smiled, running his hand lightly over her lower back. She sighed, feeling safe with him there. It took a few minutes of struggling, as well as a few rather loud OW's! from Gohan when Videl shifted wrong, for her to get dressed. By the time that happened, Gohan was a little sore from elbows in the sternum and Videl's misshifts. He helped her up onto the lookout before getting dressed himself. Finally relanding on the lookout, he and Videl headed toward the main building.
They reached the lounge were Goku, ChiChi, Eightteen, and Bulma were sitting. Well, they were the only ones sitting, standing against a wall behind Bulma, eyeing the rest of them threateningly, was Vegeta. According to what Videl had said, while Gohan was away, Bulma had almost had a miscarriage, thanks only to Dende, were the twins okay. She also learned not to eat Mr. PoPo's Chili, seeing as she and the babies were allergic to something in it.
The rest of the group were, by Gohan's guess, some where else. Not a very hard guess. He could feel Trunks, and Goten, they seemed to be in the same room. Piccolo, Dende and Mr. Popo also seemed to be in the same room, but one that was on the other side of the complex from the one with his younger brother and his best friend. Looking around again, Gohan found himself being glared at by Vegeta. Suddenly he had the urge to step to the left. That's when he noticed that he was standing closer to Bulma then Vegeta was. Not a good idea with him being an overprotective mate at the moment. Pulling Videl behind him, Gohan went over next to his parents and sat down, Videl curling up in his lap. With in moments, they were both fast asleep.
"I'm just glad that you didn't loose the twins Bulma. I'm still reeling from when Ella died. I just wished that she could have lived past one month. It really destroyed me. But with this little one, I'm starting to heal," ChiChi said, smiling at the couple. Bulma wrapped her arms tight around her own middle, while Vegeta glared at ChiChi. He could feel Bulma's ki spiking. But it dropped back to normal within moments. Vegeta knew that this was going to be a hard seven months.
AN: I be hoping this is okay. I've hit rock bottom sorry, I just can't think of what else to put in here. I just realized that I hadn't put ChiChi's third pregnancy in there, so I had to throw that last part in. Sorry to throw another hard piece in.
"What are you doing awake? You should be asleep," Vegeta asked, looking at her through blurry eyes. Bulma took a deep breath before lying through her teeth to Vegeta.
"I've gotta pee, it's just taking me a couple of minutes to get out of bed," well it was a half truth. It was taking a lot to get up out of bed. The way she said it, avoiding his eyes, Vegeta knew she was lying. And if she was lying to him, then it had to be pretty bad.
"You're lying, what's wrong?" Vegeta said, suddenly wide-awake. He sniffed the air and smelled it. There were lives letting go. She was having a miscarriage. "Shit," Vegeta answered himself, before going to his wife and picking her up. He only knew one way to stop this, Dende. He could heal, meaning he could save the babies.
Within a few seconds Vegeta was standing outside Dende's room, about to knock when the door opened, and Dende moved to the side, letting Vegeta in. He didn't ask how the Namek knew what was wrong, he just knew that he was thankful for it. He didn't think he could say it out loud. Laying Bulma on the bed that Dende had just vacated, Vegeta held her hand and watched as Dende kneeled next to the bed. His hands went to Bulma's forehead and her stomach. Bulma screamed suddenly. She felt the tearing, sliding that was going on. And she knew that she'd loose her children if she didn't let Dende do what he was doing.
"Will they be okay?" Vegeta asked, looking a crossed Bulma at Dende. Dende nodded offhandedly, continuing to work. Leaning down, Vegeta kissed Bulma's cheek, holding her hand, feeling, and smelling the fear that was being felt by all three of them. Dende wasn't sure if they would be okay, Vegeta was scared for his little ones, and Bulma was scared because she didn't want to lose her babies, she already loved them.
***
Vegeta stepped out of Dende's room an hour later, to find everyone else standing around waiting. Trunks and Bra came forward, Bra getting scooped up in Vegeta's arms, Trunks standing a couple of feet away.
"She'll be okay. If they make it through the night, they'll be fine. If not..." Vegeta broke off, holding Bra as close to him a possible, fighting back the tears. Bra didn't fight them back, the tears soaking Vegeta's bear shoulder. He was still only in his boxers. Trunks looked at the ground, only to find himself wrapped in Rachel's arms. He pulled her around in front of him and buried his face into her hair and let the tears he had been holding back flow.
***
"They'll be okay, she just needs to take it easy, and comfortable at all times. Do you know when she's the most comfortable?" Dende asked, looking at Vegeta, Trunks, and the soggy Bra. Trunks looked at his father but didn't say it. Bra wasn't that tactful though. She knew what calmed her mother, and she wasn't going to let her father have so much pride as to say no to letting her tell.
"When she's with Daddy! She always says that when he's in the room she feel safe. Even though she knows that he could kill her within a heartbeat," Bra said, sounding much older then she really was. Vegeta looked down at the child in his arms and blinked, before holding her closer. Trunks looked closely at his father before sighing.
"She's right. That's what mom always says," his words made Vegeta remember every time he'd ever asked Bulma if she forgot who she was bedding with. Every time though she'd just smile and not answer. He knew her answer now. But why hadn't she ever told him? Did she want him to always question her? If so why? He'd ask her after she had the twins.
***
Gohan landed on the lookout, poking at his left cheekbone softly. Fucking Sharpener had hit him pretty damn hard about a half hour ago. Now his cheek was turning black and blue, a nasty black eye starting up. He could feel it. Shaking his head, he headed toward the main building, only to be stopped when Videl came running out, plowing into him, and sending him over the side of the lookout. Gripping her gently he stopped their fall and hovered in the air.
"Oh, Gohan, what happened to your eye?" Videl suddenly asked, sitting up on his chest, gently touching the faint bruise on his cheek. Gohan winced slightly but grinned up at his mate.
"Sharpener, he didn't want to talk. He decided to punch me. He must have workout a lot in jail or something because it knocked me on my ass," Gohan said, pulling her down and kissing her before she could say anything. After a second of struggling, Videl gave up and let him kiss her.
***
Piccolo glanced over the side of the lookout, but jerked back suddenly, rubbing his eyes like he'd gone suddenly blind. He turned back toward the main building, only to have Videl's shirt land on top of his head. He jerked, and lost his footing, landing on his butt. The next second, the rest of the couples clothing were thrown at him, hanging off his shoulders.
"Um... I most likely don't want to know why you're covered with Gohan and Videl's cloths," Goku asked, helping Piccolo up. Piccolo nodded, picking Videl's thong off his ear. He dropped it to the ground before removing the rest of the cloths, leaving them in a neat pile on the edge of the lookout. He growled and walked back toward his room. Goku snickered and followed him. Ahhh... the joys of being newly mated. His memories went back to when Gohan himself was conceived. That was 19 years ago. He and ChiChi had been so young. Then Goten, and now the newest member of the Son family. Shivering at the sudden urge to find ChiChi, Goku went off to do just that.
He found her sitting in the lounge, 18 and Bulma with her. Without even caring about anyone else, Goku lifted ChiChi and pulled her onto his lap, burying his face into the back of her neck. ChiChi blinked and looked back at him, before asking him what the matter was.
Just a sudden urge to protect you. Since Vegeta showed up, I've been listening more to my instincts, Goku whispered through the bond. ChiChi shrugged and went back to talking about paints for the new nurseries. Gohan had been away for four weeks, and no one really knew if he would be able to do this.
***
Videl blushed, reaching over the side and pulling their clothes toward them. She could not believe that they had done that, where anyone could have watched them. She glared at Gohan, who she was still sitting on. Gohan smiled, running his hand lightly over her lower back. She sighed, feeling safe with him there. It took a few minutes of struggling, as well as a few rather loud OW's! from Gohan when Videl shifted wrong, for her to get dressed. By the time that happened, Gohan was a little sore from elbows in the sternum and Videl's misshifts. He helped her up onto the lookout before getting dressed himself. Finally relanding on the lookout, he and Videl headed toward the main building.
They reached the lounge were Goku, ChiChi, Eightteen, and Bulma were sitting. Well, they were the only ones sitting, standing against a wall behind Bulma, eyeing the rest of them threateningly, was Vegeta. According to what Videl had said, while Gohan was away, Bulma had almost had a miscarriage, thanks only to Dende, were the twins okay. She also learned not to eat Mr. PoPo's Chili, seeing as she and the babies were allergic to something in it.
The rest of the group were, by Gohan's guess, some where else. Not a very hard guess. He could feel Trunks, and Goten, they seemed to be in the same room. Piccolo, Dende and Mr. Popo also seemed to be in the same room, but one that was on the other side of the complex from the one with his younger brother and his best friend. Looking around again, Gohan found himself being glared at by Vegeta. Suddenly he had the urge to step to the left. That's when he noticed that he was standing closer to Bulma then Vegeta was. Not a good idea with him being an overprotective mate at the moment. Pulling Videl behind him, Gohan went over next to his parents and sat down, Videl curling up in his lap. With in moments, they were both fast asleep.
"I'm just glad that you didn't loose the twins Bulma. I'm still reeling from when Ella died. I just wished that she could have lived past one month. It really destroyed me. But with this little one, I'm starting to heal," ChiChi said, smiling at the couple. Bulma wrapped her arms tight around her own middle, while Vegeta glared at ChiChi. He could feel Bulma's ki spiking. But it dropped back to normal within moments. Vegeta knew that this was going to be a hard seven months.
AN: I be hoping this is okay. I've hit rock bottom sorry, I just can't think of what else to put in here. I just realized that I hadn't put ChiChi's third pregnancy in there, so I had to throw that last part in. Sorry to throw another hard piece in.