Disclaimer: Wow, I haven't updated in such a long time. Well the thing is I got a great new idea for a story, and it just seems to have so much potential. Do me a favor and add me to your author's alert list so that you will know when the first chapter comes out. If you liked this story you will love my next one. Ok people this will either be my last chapter of next to last, it depends on were I get. It's going to be rushed because I'm really excited about this new idea. So here we go!

Vegeta walked into the back of the large, yellow, domed building covered in sweat. The towel around his neck was already soaked so there was not point in wiping his forehead. Vegeta walked into the kitchen and ringed out his towel in the sink. He started walk out the room but noticed his wife on the way out. She was sleeping head down on the table. She was having one of those nightmares again, he could tell by her eyes wincing now and then, and the small murmurs that came from her mouth. Bulma's psychiatrist said that she would still have nightmares, no matter what, but nothing as drastic as before. Vegeta thought about carrying Bulma to their bedroom, but thought that it would be best to wake her up now, if the dream got to intense, Vegeta was afraid the effect would become worse than there tiny dilemma three months ago.

"Woman, wake up." Vegeta said, poking Bulma on her shoulder. He knew that was one of the things that annoyed the crap out of her, constant, consistent poking. Vegeta had to admit, it was fun, and he could do it for hours. After two solid minutes of poking the same little, and now red, spot in her back, Bulma awaked.

"Vegeta, what the hell! Can you please stop!" Bulma screamed pushing his hand away. She gave him and infamous death glare, and then tried to stand up, nut failed.

"Damn it, Vegeta help me." Bulma complained, reaching her hand to his shoulder and hoisted her bodyweight on her feet.

"God, I think this baby weighs more than me" she smiled after establishing her balance

Vegeta just smirked, and left Bulma in the kitchen to start on his lunch.

Bulma chopped the onion slowly, and started to think. She hate being alone and doing some mindless task, because it allowed her mind to wander and to think about some things that she really didn't want to think of. Bulma was half way through the onion, until she started thinking about her son. At first her thoughts were good and pure. She was about to have a baby boy, someone who she could raise and guide in her teaching, but then Bulma started thinking more critically. She was about to have a saiyan's baby. She was only a mere earth woman; she had no were near any of the strength of a saiyan female. What if this baby slowly ripped her up from the inside? Bulma tried to concentrate, but she couldn't stop thinking of her could be demon child.

"Shit!" Bulma said through her teeth. She sliced her finger. The cut wasn't that deep but it hurt like hell. Bulma put a skin colored band-aid around her finger and put all of her cooking ingredients away. She didn't feel like cooking much at all, and Vegeta had learned how to make cereal, and became quite fond of it. Bulma headed upstairs; suddenly feeling tired, and slipped into her bed, falling asleep to Vegeta's shower water.

Bulma lay silent in her bed, alone. Vegeta hadn't come to bed yet, she figured that he was still training. Bulma tried to go back to sleep but she was starting to have small pains in her stomach. They kept getting more and more intense. 'Its nothing' she thought ' the baby is just kicking'. Bulma tried to go back to sleep, but it was hopeless now. The pain was too much.

"What the hell is going on?"

Bulma questioned herself. She pulled her maternity nightgown up, to reveal her swollen stomach. She rubbed it gently. And started to hum to her baby.

"Agh!" Bulma hissed.

It felt like someone was clawing her body inside out. The pain just started getting more and more drastic, until Bulma say a small handprint through the skin of her womb. The handprint started to press harder and harder through her skin, until it finally tore through. Dark red fluid soaked the infant's hand. Until the gash in he stomach was stretched bigger, to expose her son's head.

The pain was unexplainable, but Bulma was worried about the blood soaked baby, halfway out of her womb. When he opened his eyes, they were a piercing dark red, to match Bulma's blood and gore decorating her sheets. The infant started to talk, possessed with Vegeta's voice.

"My mother, you killed my father. His goal was to break you, then kill you after, that's exactly what I plan to do" the baby smiled "You thought Vegeta was hurting you, have you ever been torn from the inside out?"

Bulma was speechless, until she started to hear Vegeta's voice, "Bulma wake up! Not again! Woman!"

Bulma sat up and instantly looked at her stomach it was still in tact. I was just a dream Bulma kept repeating in her mind.

"Woman, are you ok? What the fuck just-"

"-It was just a dream Vegeta, no worries" Bulma interrupted, nervously rubbing her stomach. "I better go start breakfast"

Bulma lifted her self out of the bed and make her way out of the room. Leaving a, for once, concerned Vegeta fall back to sleep.

Bulma was at the refrigerator deciding what to cook, when she noticed that she left the knife from last night out. She walk slowly toward the knife and picked it up. She slowly ran her finger down the blade. Bulma then looked at her stomach, only to flinch with pain.

"This baby wants to kill me. I know it." Bulma grasped the knife tightly " Not if I kill it first!"

Bulma raised her trembling hand, high above her head, the with no regrets let her hang dig the knife into her stomach. Bulma tightened her eyes expecting a lot more pain, instead there was none at all. She slowly opened her eyes to see a scowling Vegeta holding her arm. He snatched the knife out of her hand and through it into the sink. "Explain"

Bulma started to cry, frantically, but tried to explain through tears.

"Vegeta! This baby wants to kill me! Its going to tear me inside out, and cause me worse pain than before!"

Vegeta place his hand behind his head, not fully willing to go through this shit again. So all he did was sigh, and hug her, it helped last time.

"Vegeta, I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking" Bulma cried as Vegeta stroked her hair

"I know you scared, but you need to be strong. Onna, would I ever harm you, or put you in harms way?"

She shook her head no, and then just held him tight.

Vegeta lead Bulma up their staircase and to their bedroom. He let Bulma fall asleep, but he still continued to watch her, just to wake her up, if she was having any nightmares.

FIN

A/N: Ommfg, it's the very last chapter. Well Bulma and Vegeta live happily ever after with Trunks, who was evil as a fetus. Who would have figured? Anyway, this is it, thank you to all my reviewers I love you all. And I will try to put a little comic genius in my next story. Put me on you authors alert list, I will probably start to the first chapter tomorrow. If you leave me a review, I will notify you of the title of my story which will give you a great idea of what its all about, so make sure you Review!