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Chapter 16: The last days: part I

Bulma awoke the next mourning, feeling so much better. She pressed the button on her bedside that lifted the back up. She felt real relaxed noticing that she had an IV pain killer drip. A few minutes later, the doctor came in to see her. After exchanging a few words about how she feels, he checked the machines and gave her a personal examination. The doctor checked her physically noticing that she was healing poorly. "Well, Mrs. Briefs were not out of the woods yet."

"What do you mean?" she said nervously.

"Well, it seems that the child birth was so traumatic, that it has caused your bone structure and skin tissue to begin healing poorly."

"What does that mean?" she said scared of the answer.

"Well, from what I can see, if something isn't done about it soon, it could heal so badly, that it could effect your urine process and bladder control, and also could have some serious sexual effects. Not to mention it could affect the way you walk, sit, stand, all of the above," he said all knowing.

"Well, how dangerous is the surgery?" she said concerned.

"Not really dangerous at all, we would have to wait a few days to do it, until you are mildly healed from the birth, and to regain your strength. After that, you will have to rehabilitate for six months, but that just means no sexual encounters, of any kind. That isn't to much to ask considering that you would have to wait 3 months anyways."

"Oh, when will I get out of the Hospital?"

"Well, if you take the surgery, we can expect maybe two more weeks." Bulma thought to herself for a few seconds and then nodded to go ahead with the surgery.

"Can I see the baby now?"

"Oh, of course, my gosh, you really haven't seen him yet. Let me bring him in," the doctor left the room for a few minutes and returned with the child. Bulma's eyes lit up when she saw him, and a big smile went across her face.

"My baby," she said as she began to give cries of joy. The doctor gave him to her to hold and she held him tight. Opening the towel a little to look the baby over, she noticed that it had a lavender tail. "You haven't removed the tail yet?" she said.

"We technically need your permission, and while we pretty much knew you would agree, we could get in serious trouble."

"Well do it right away."

"Great, another doctor and I have come up with a way to remove it safely already, we can do it within the hour."

"Super…hey, it doesn't have a name yet does it?"

"Actually, the father named it when he was here last."

"Oh no! I can only imagine what he called him."

"Well, his name is Trunks." Again, Bulma's eyes lit up with joy. That was the name that she had wanted to give it.

"How sweet, he gave him the name that I wanted to give him. I know he probably came off a little strong, or mean, but he is really a great guy underneath."

"I never got that impression. The whole time he was here, he was just concerned about you."

"Well, I am surprised he didn't threaten at least one of you."

"Nope, just concerned about you."

Bulma gave Trunks back to the doctor to get his tail removed. She rested to try to get her strength back. Her parents came in a few minutes later and talked for a half an hour.

2 weeks later:

Bulma had packed her bags and her parents had taken her home. She walked slowly up the stairs to her room and headed for her room. As she walked up the stairs, she had to hold tight on the rail to keep her from falling. She lied on her bed and had propped up her pillows to sit up. Her mother followed her closely with trunks and gave him to Bulma. Mrs. Briefs took off down stairs, as Bulma took out one of her breasts for Trunks to feed off of. Trunks took to it immediately, which surprised her, as the doctor told her that most babies don't take to it, they have to be helped. Bulma glanced out her window and saw no gravity chamber that gave her a lonely feeling in side. Her father gave it a complete overhaul while her mother was at the hospital watching after her. Vegeta had left a few days ago to train off in space.

The ship had been installed with an injury monitor machine that detected every injury that he had and that would instruct him how to fix it. He had been given a huge supply of medical equipment and materials in case of horrible injuries. The kitchen had been filled with only diet foods, and their was no milk, only water, and diet supplements. The machine was made to go to 600 times normal gravity, and training machines had been rebuilt, and redesigned. Weights had been added, and hooks to attach them to his arms and legs. The heat and cool machine had been reinstalled since his accident back in the begging of his training. Vegeta was planning of not returning until he absolutely needed. Unfortunately, the ship can only make it 5 months by itself with all the added equipment, so he would have to return at least once. He had planned on going far away to a planet known as the Metalloid midget. It's size is roughly the size of the moon, but it has a core that makes it's gravity near 500 times earths. The Gravity compresses everything, the air, the ground, and makes it so tough, that it is as hard as metal. The extreme air pressure would compress his energy so it will be tougher to call upon his energy, so it will make him more efficient at it.

2 months later:

Vegeta had been training a week now on the metal midget, and Bulma back home had started to act like normal. She had the crib moved into her room and had been taking care of him for more than a month now. She has had a lack of sleep, so her mother usually helped her out on the weekends, being that Bulma still wasn't at 100%, so she could get some sleep.

Vegeta had to take a day off of training because he had seriously hurt his arm. He had been flying as fast as he could for as long as he could, his energy just ran out. And hit hard and very fast to the ground. He was going so fast, and the gravity was so strong, that it pulled him in so hard, that he created a small crater in the metallic ground. Pulling himself up from the ground, he had to pull a long shred of metal from his arm, which caused the blood to flow profusely. He got to the ship and lied in the medical chamber. It gave him a list of things to do and ordered him a week of rest, though for a saiyan, that meant a day. He sat in the captain's chair of the spacecraft and stared out the front window. He reflected on what the planets history was, and knew that this was the place he had to master to become strong enough to defeat the androids. He remembered how Frieza always tracked the planet in his planet selling days. He would sell planets cheap to his stronger enemies when he knew that this planet was on it's way. It was a relatively light planet because of it's size, but because of it's extreme gravity, it hooked onto some planets and would move towards them, eventually running into them and destroying the planet. After all the planets it had collided with, it was still in tact. If he could destroy the planet, he knows that his power would be good enough to win.

2 months later:

Vegeta was beginning to get used to the new planet, but noticed how his supplies were beginning to run out. He couldn't stay too much longer, so he was planning a gauntlet on the planet. One hell week, where he would train nonstop for a whole week. Being a saiyan, a week like that would seriously increase his power. Vegeta was trying not to succumb to his urge to transform to super saiyan. He knew that in super saiyan, he would be strong enough to over come this gravity, even be able enough to destroy the planet.

Bulma back on earth was almost completely rehabilitated from her birth and surgery months ago. Trunks had calmed down, and Bulma was taking care of him more. She could tell that he was not only a strong child, but smart too. He hadn't spoken yet, but the way he played with his toys made her know that he was a thinker. It was nearing the end of January, closing in on February, and it was almost 4 months until the deadline. Bulma was in the kitchen preparing, feeding Trunks baby food when she heard the phone ring. She walked over to it and picked it up. "Hello?" she said into the phone.

"Bulma?" a familiar voice came over the phone.

"Yamcha, is that you?" she said back.

"Yeah. I have been out training for the past few months in the desert, and I was wondering if you and I could meet?" Bulma grabbed the bottom of the phone as she heard Trunks start to cry. She left the kitchen and began to talk in the living room.

"Uh, sure we can meet, I am real busy, I kind of had a…" he cut her off.

"I can come there?" he said.

"Sure, How about this after noon?"

"No prob, I'll be there around 3, see ya then." They hung up the phone and Bulma walked over to Trunks.

"Well trunks, maybe you can tell him who your father is, I sure as heck don't want to," she said as she grabbed the tiny spoon and began feeding him. The first few months that she had trunks were tough, but she was really beginning to enjoy the baby. He was the perfect man, didn't talk much, listened to everything she said, and was under her will, every thing she had hoped for.

Back in space, Vegeta was going to rest a day to get to somewhere around the strength he needed for his training. He wouldn't eat, sleep, or rest of any kind during his weeklong event, only drink water every hour. He was almost scared of the training ahead. He had prepared the day before all of his training equipment for the day, and had weighted down some of his cloths to increase the weight burden on him. He ate a lot of food, drank a lot of water, and got a lot of sleep, but he still feared what was ahead.

Back on Earth, Bulma was cleaning up and making the immediate area of the house look nice. She had given trunks a bath, and set him down to take a nap, and she had taken a shower. She came out of the shower and dried her self off. The Steam in the bathroom was leaving, but it still fogged up the mirrors. Bulma had forgotten her cloths in her room, and quietly went in, as not to disturb Trunks from his sleep. She walked out to get the cloths, letting the steam leave the room. She grabbed her razor and other material to shave her legs and went back in. She had opened a window to keep letting the steam from her hot shower get out. She shaved her legs, and then got up to get dressed when she saw something in the mirror that had amazed her. She couldn't see when she had come out of the shower, but the steam had left and she could see herself clearly in the mirrors. She had never had time enough to take a long enough time in the bathroom to really look at her self, usually; the steam was still in when she left because Trunks was crying. As she looked at her naked body up and down, she was amazed by how she looked. She looked great, all of the fat left from the baby was gone, her hip and lower areas wasn't to big, and it was normal size, thanks to the surgery. She turned around to look at her butt, and noticed again, how proportional everything looked. Over the past 4 months, she really hadn't eaten much from being so weak, and having to take care of the baby. She also had been exercising herself a lot because she carried the baby around everywhere and went on frequent walks. She had a big smile come on her face and then she got dressed and left, feeling pretty good about her self.

At almost the same time the clock struck three, the doorbell rang, it was Yamcha. Bulma answered it and let him in.

"Hey Bulma, you look great?"

"Thanks, I just realized that myself not to long ago."

"Oh, your kidding yourself, you've always looked great, you just look really good now."

"Thanks…so why don't you come in and have a seat, would you like something to drink, eat?"

"No thanks, I am trying to lose some weight, you know, for the training and all."

"Yeah right, just for the training."

"Bulma, I am not like that anymore. I broke up with that girl after you caught us, and I have been thinking about you ever since. I haven't even been with another woman since, I swear."

"Really, well that's good, you have more important things to worry about then women, you know it is just about 4 months away now."

"Yeah, their isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about it…so I see Vegeta isn't here anymore, have you too, you know, broken up?"

"Well…sort of…I don't know."

"Well what do you mean?"

"Well, it has gotten kind of complicated," she said, trying to run around the baby.

"What do you…" he was cut off but the loud cries of a baby. "What…what's that?" Yamcha said to the sobs of the child. He looked at Bulma; she had her head down, and shrugged. Yamcha's face went into shock as he realized the truth.

Bulma went up stairs quickly and came down with the baby in her arms. "Yamcha, I would like you to meet Trunks Briefs, he is my baby."

Yamcha already knew the answer, but he couldn't help but ask it, "and the father is?"

"Vegeta." Yamcha turned around, not knowing if to scream, or cry, or go on a killing spree. His woman, for so many years, and now she had a child with a man other than him. Without words he just left. Bulma didn't try to stop him; it wouldn't make him feel any better.

1 week later.

Vegeta was on the home stretch of his training. He was delusional from the lack of sleep, weak from the lack of food, and tired for the rigorous schedule. He had 10 minutes to go and was going to finish it. he ran as fast as he could, circles around the planet. Jumping high in the air and controlling his crash back to the ground, and continuing. He had blood pounding the ground, as it dripped from his numerous cuts and bruises. His bones were tired and weak, some, most likely broken, but he ran through the pain. Finally, time was up, and he had gone into the ship, and instructed it to wait for him at the top of the planets atmosphere. The metal midget was heading for a very populated planet, and while Vegeta had been planning on resting before trying to blow it up, he had to do it now, or billions of innocent people would die. He flew up in the air, High above the planer, seeing his ship a few hundred feet away. He powered up as much as he could. In his weakened state, he couldn't reach super saiyan. He put his hands up, and charged as much as he could. A purple haze filled the sky of the evil planet. He could feel the last bit of energy going to his hands. Finally, he felt the power come, and thrust his hands to the ground, yelling out "Gallet Gun!" The massive blast hit the planet surface, and cracks of the metallic ground went miles in each direction. The blast though, was not going any further. He looked behind him, and saw the outline of a planet behind him, and it was growing ever larger. He had to do something quick, or it would be over for him, and billions of others. He searched his body for more power, and couldn't find it, finally, Bulma's face popped into his head. He felt his muscles bulge and power begin to flow, he relinquished his attack, hovering miles above the surface of the planet. He put his hands up again, and powered up, it would be his last chance. He again, thrust his hands down at the ground below, striking the same spot. A more powerful blast this time hit, but it seemed that it wouldn't be enough. Vegeta was weary, couldn't see straight, and was about to fall, when he thought of the consequences if he did. With one last yell, a flash of energy fired on top of what he was already giving out. The new burst of power, hit the ground, overpowering the surface, and driving through the planet. With a loud scream, he gave up the last of his energy for one final attempt. The blast began to morph colors, from purple to a very bright yellow, and Vegeta was curious if he had transformed. Noticing that he had not, he was uncertain of what it really was. The blast put a hole directly through the planet, and Vegeta could feel the extreme G-force the planet put on him, subside. He stopped his blast and shot straight for the ship. He ran to the control chamber and punched the emergency leave button. The ship immediately shot into space, directed it, and then shot off a full speed for the Earth. Just as he had shot off, the metal midget exploded massively for it's small size, but spared the planet it was about to hurl itself into.

Vegeta had steam literally coming off of him. His body was almost burning up from all the energy he had released. He walked to the Kitchen and grabbed a huge meal, and began to eat it as he went to the medical examining chamber. He went in and passed out.