Disclaimer: I only own Millenia, Miriam, and well, that little someone! And DO NOT steal the language Veermo, for I own that too. And Itaoo is mine too. Yep. So I don't own DBZ or anything connected with it.

A/N: Sixth chapter! I dunno how much will there be, but stay tuned, guys! Angst, and finishing thoughts at the end – this is the fic.

All that he wants

Millenia was putting away the dishes she just finished washing up. Her body went rigid as a wave of emptiness washed through her veins. She dropped the plates she was holding, as she crouched down, holding her stomach. She felt her energy vanish abruptly, and she knew it all too well what happened.

"Gohan…" She managed to choke out, before falling on the floor. Her husband rushed to her side as he felt her sudden weakening. His heart sank to his feet, as he saw her lying on the floor breathing slowly and lengthily. Her eyes were only half opened, her hair almost covering her face.

"Millenia? What's wrong?" He asked, scooping her into his arms. He looked down at her, and supported her head. She tried to move her hand up to his face, but it fell back almost instantly after she lifted it up.

"Gohan, I'm pregnant again. I think it's a boy, I'm not sure completely. But…" She stopped, closing her eyes, taking a deep, ragged breath.

"But?" He asked, his voice choking on emotion. Happiness and concern were battling for dominance inside his heart.

"Pray that it's not a boy…" She whispered, before she lost her consciousness. His eyes widened, and he ran outside then took off towards the nearest hospital. Concern won, as Gohan remembered what Millenia told him about men on Itaoo. There were not many males in their community, for nearly all the mothers, who were pregnant with a boy, died during, or even before the delivery. Millenia, being the heir of the throne, was one of the few who were full-blooded Spirit Fighters. The thought that she had a really weak immune system gave his spine chills. It must not be a boy. It must not, for Millenia just has to live.

He touched down, not caring about stares, and he rushed into the building. He looked for a nurse, and when he found one, he ran up to her.

"Help…" He muttered out. He couldn't say anything else. The nurse examined the Spirit Fighter, felt her pulse, and her eyes widened.

"Her pulse is extremely weak!" Gohan's heart skipped a beat, and he forgot to breathe for a few moments. She was dieing in his arms. No, he wouldn't let that happen.

"Then help, God damn it!" He yelled. He didn't realize just how much fear did his voice betray. The nurse nodded then screamed for a stretcher.

Gohan just stood there, waiting for the stretcher. His heart pounding at a rapid pace, he tried to ease his nausea with deep breaths. Millenia was on the verge of dieing, and he was standing, waiting.

They finally arrived with the stretcher, and took her away. She was taken to the intensive care unit, and he was led to sit on a white plastic bench: a prison for him. He couldn't do anything that would help her, but just sit there, and pray. So he took a deep breath, lowered himself on his right knee, and he put his right hand on his heart, while the other was resting on his left knee. In this position, he closed his eyes, hung his head and started to pray in Veermo. A prayer that Millenia had taught him.

"Makae Venus, dumo zue quer, zuen seret hel ef wern miloke. Wer reah zue tae zu ka; wer reah zue atemo. Zeh imad jou wer ya neamo sa tehkra zue quer, tea ka mulen ya wer. Don."

(Dear Venus, ruling us all, our spirits rise at your brightness. You make us what we are; you make us breathe. I pray for you to protect and help us all, who are devoted to you. Amen.)

He stood up, tears glinting in his eyes, as he recalled the hours when she'd teach him. Her lessons were full of love, happiness and playful teasing. Just like the woman herself. He clenched his fists. He wouldn't let her die.

"Zeh wikou." He whispered. "De zehn xahae." He sat back on the chair and waited. (I swear. On my life.)

Hours later, a nurse walked up to him with a serious, worn expression. She looked into his eyes, and he found himself all too calm as he breathed one question:

"She's dead, isn't she?" The nurse sighed, and shook her head.

"She's still alive. I don't know how, but she's breathing, and… alive. I can't say that she's okay though. She's weak, her physical state is highly instable, but the embryo is completely healthy. I don't know how is this all possible… but it is. I assume you'd like to see her, Mr…" The nurse searched for his name, but realized he didn't give one.

"I'm… I'm Son Gohan." He stuttered. "She's my wife." He added. Millenia was alive, their child was healthy, but there still was the lurking danger, that Millenia could get weaker and weaker by the passing months of pregnancy.

The nurse led him to the room where his wife was. He went in, and she left them alone. He sat down next to her bed and just stared at her, in fear of waking her if he touched her. She stirred, and moaned a bit. She opened her eyes halfway, and peeked at Gohan.

"Gohan…" She whispered. He just nodded. "I'm thirsty…"

He smiled half-heartedly then he stood up and brought her a glass of water.

"Dakara…" She smiled after she drank it. (Thank you…) "The doctor said… that he doesn't know yet when will he let me out. It's possible that I must stay in until our son is born. That is, if I won't die till then." She added, looking away. Gohan's heart pounded in his throat, making his hearing dull. His tears blurred his vision as he swallowed.

"You won't. I won't let you." He muttered out shakily. "Both of you will live."

Millenia nodded with a faked smile, not really believing all this. She had been told that her aunt, the mother of Goku, has died right after the delivery was over. That's why his father could take Goku so easily. Otherwise, Miriam wouldn't let her son to be sent away to destroy a planet.

But no. She will not end up like Miriam or many others. She was the heir of the throne, Princess Millenia. She had to live. Dieing was completely out of the question.

With her new determination, she smirked at Gohan.

"I will live." She stated, as if challenging the world and Death to decide otherwise. Gohan's lips widened into a smile, as he knew that Millenia was going to live on no matter what. "Like a cockroach!" She said, laughing. Gohan laughed too, happy that she was in such a good condition. She then sighed, closed her eyes, and instantly fell asleep.

Gohan smiled at her sleeping form. How he loved watching her peaceful face. No sign of the worries and difficulties they both had to face. How happy he was when she said yes to his proposal three years ago. She was even more goddess-like in her white silk dress. No human woman could he compare her to, for she was an unearthly creature in many ways: her stunning beauty, her smile, and her love… and much more things that made her special. He sometimes mused how damned lucky he was that she finally chose him as her perfection. After all those sleepless nights without her, he wasn't alone anymore. She would care for him as a mother, tease him as a sister, understand him as a friend, and complete him as a lover. She was everything he needed, and she was with him. That's all he wanted. Her closeness.

He took her hand in his, and continued to watch his perfection with a protective gaze.