Of Pets and the Past
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Chapter 8: Early
I know, I know, it's been like, forever, but I'm just not sure where I want to go with this fic right now. I'll try and update more regularly, but I'll be stating work soon, so I won't have as much free time on my hands. Besides, I didn't get 8 reviews so I didn't have to update!
On with the fic!
Last Time
Bulma yawned and smiled as the smell of wild flowers reminded her of last night. She opened her eyes and came face to face with her slumbering prince. She giggled and kissed his nose, resulting in him crinkling it up, but not waking. She snuggled back down to his chest and wrapped her arms round his thin waist.
"I love you too Vegeta" she whispered "I really, really do"
Vegeta was sat on a big rock thinking whilst the Z Warriors talked. They had just finished their most recent training session and they were all talking about he new babies. Vegeta sat still in deep thought, oblivious to topic of conversation until his name was called.
"What do you think Vegeta?"
"Huh?"
"Well, what do you think they'll be like?"
"Like Bulma and I, I suppose"
The Z Warriors looked at each other worriedly as Vegeta dazed out again.
"You okay?" Goku asked
"Huh?"
"I asked if you were okay"
"Oh … no"
Goku's head shot up, not expecting that prince to answer 'no' to his question.
"What's wrong?"
"I … I don't know … I've got a bad feeling, something … not right"
"Is it an evil?"
"No … I mean, with Bulma … and the twins …"
"What?"
"I don't what, but something doesn't feel right … sorry Kakarot, I can't spar any more today, I'm going to check on Bulma"
The Z Warriors didn't have a chance to reply as the prince took off into the air. They watched him disappear into the horizon before tuning t look at each other and following.
Vegeta touched down outside his house and ran inside.
"Bulma?" he called out
"Yeah?" Bulma called back
She was now 8 months pregnant and finding it quite hard to get around.
"I know I sound paranoid, but I want you to go to the medical facility they set up for us early"
"What? How early? Why?"
"Now would be good and don't know why, but this feeling s getting worse and I want you to come with me now!"
Bulma was about to comply when she doubled over in pain. Vegeta caught her before she fell to the floor and gazed at her, his eyes full of worry.
"Vegeta…" Bulma panted "They're coming early!"
The prince took a deep breath and turned around ready to take off only to come face to face with Goku.
"Hey buddy!" Goku smiled "Need a lift?"
"You don't know how much"
Vegeta tightened his grip on Bulma and touched Goku's shoulder and in a blink of an eye they were at the medical facility. Everything seemed a blur over the next few hours. Doctors running in and out, Vegeta being pushed out of the room and told to wait outside, the Z Warriors arriving to provide some comfort.
Vegeta saw and heard none of this. Only one thing was unning through his mind. A sentence.
It's all my fault. I wanted the kids and now if she dies I'll have to suffer eternity without her.
Eternity without Bulma.
A small gasp escaped the prince's lips and his eyes widened as the realisation hit him.
"What Vegeta?" Goku asked "What's wrong?"
"If … if she … dies … in there … I'll … never … see her … ever again!"
Goku's eyes lightened with understanding
"If you die when you're already dead" Goku realised "You cease to exist"
He moved to comfort Vegeta, but the prince shifted away.
Hours passed, and there was still no word from inside the operating room. Vegeta aced up and down nervously, hitting anybody that so much as approached him. Another few seconds passed before a shrill cry filled the air and everybody's head's shot up.
Vegeta turned to Goku and took a step towards the room but then backed away again, knowing that he could harm Bulma if he distracted the doctors. Before long a doctor came to greet them and gave Vegeta the news.
"Congratulations sir, the babies are healthy!"
"A-and my mate?"
"Tired, but stable"
Vegeta released a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding and approached the doors.
"I can go in now right?"
"Sure" the doctor replied
Vegeta warily stepped into the room and approached the bed. He looked down lovingly at Bulma as she held their families two newest additions. The girl, Bulmy was sniffling, whereas the boy, Geta, was frowning grumpily, kicking his sisters feet away every time they touched his.
By the time the Z Warriors walked in, Vegeta was cooing over the babies and waiting on Bulma hand and foot.
Before long, the doctor released Bulma and they were allowed to take the babies home. Vegeta carried Bulma, who carried their babies in her arms and made his way inside. He set her down on a chair and took Bulmy from her.
Bulmy was fast asleep in the prince's arms and he looked down lovingly at her. Vegeta removed his glove before gently stroking the small patch of hair on her hair and bent down to kiss her lightly.
"She's beautiful … like her mother" he muttered
"Um … Vegeta? … Do you think we could switch for a while?"
Vegeta looked up and laughed lightly. Geta had been full of energy at birth and Bulmy had been extremely weak, so they had had a test done to check for any abnormalities and the reason for their energy difference was their heritage. Bulmy had been born with 2 percent Saiyan genes and Geta had been born with 98 percent, giving him much more strength and energy.
Vegeta scooped Geta u from where he was trying to get out of Bulma's lap and handed her Bulmy. The two prince's stared each other down and Vegeta looked at his new son warily.
"You're going to be trouble aren't you?" he asked
The baby nodded and Vegeta sighed. He walked over, carrying Geta under one arm as the young, but strong baby glared at his surroundings and parents. He knelt beside Bulma and stroked his new daughter's cheek.
"And you're going to be an angel aren't you?" he asked
The baby wriggled a hand free from the pink blanket she was in and held onto Vegeta's finger, giving it a light squeeze. Vegeta smiled and nodded.
Meanwhile…
Two angry eyes stared at the happy couple as they cooed over their new children. Only one sentence was emitted from the figures mouth.
"He's my daddy runt! Not yours!"