Queen Luana: Hey, sorry it took me so long to update again; you see, me and some friends are working on a movie and we've been so completely stressed now adays because the first recording day was yesterday and almost nobody could make it. Sigh… I'm never gonna be a director, way too much stress! Anyway, here I am with another chapter, thank you very much.

Our baby

That night I had the most peculiar dream, about my baby. It was obviously after childbirth, and I was holding my baby in my arms. His tail was wrapped tightly around my arm and he was asleep, his brown spiky hair nearly covered his eyes. Then suddenly he woke and stared at me with his dark eyes, his father's eyes. And then he started crying, loudly and I was upset because I didn't know what made him cry. Then in a flash I was on the battlefield and I still heard him cry, but he was nowhere to be found. The shouting around me was deafening and yet I heard him cry above it all, but no matter how hard I looked I could not find him. And then suddenly the crying faded…

That's when I woke up, soaking in my own sweat, breathing loudly. I laid my hand on my belly and calmed down. He was still here with me… Safe… I got up and pulled on my armour. There was no day nor night in this cavern, so there were always people awake, guarding the palace and the entrance. After I had pulled on my shoes I went for a walk.

My mother had told me she would tell my father as carefully as possible, but I knew it wouldn't matter. The father of my baby was no Saiyan, period. Zazbanians were marching through the corridors and greeted me when I walked by. Made me wonder how my parents were still alive after all. I'd ask them, some day. After all this mess was over.

In front of the room where I had been reunited with my parents the other day I bumped into my mum. "Oh, Luana," she said. "Had a good sleep?"

"Yes," I lied. Having that dream made me never want to go to sleep again. She smiled shortly then sighed. "He didn't take it too well, did he?" I said before she had only opened her mouth to say something. She placed her hands on my shoulders.

"He wants to see you. But remember, Luana, no matter what he says, this is your baby. And he will just have to accept that it will be born and loved." I nodded and she pushed me towards the door. "He's in here…"

My father was standing with his back towards me when I enterred. "Close the door, Luana."

I did so and bowed in respect. For now I still had some. "You wished to see me, father?"

"Your mother told me some disturbing news, Luana." I swallowed and clenched my fists.

"I don't see in which aspect it's disturbing, father."

"You know well enough," he said and I could sense the cold in his voice, the anger.

"No, I don't," I continued, clenching my fists hard, piercing my nails into the palm of my hand. "I'm pregnant, I'll have a baby soon and you will be grandparents."

"I will not tolerate my daughter being the mother of a demi-Saiyan!" he barked. I was insulted by his words. He referred to my baby as the child of his daughter, not as his grandchild. So he did not accept it.

"I don't care what you do with it," he said and turned his back on me again. "Just get rid of it. Abandon it, kill it, I don't care. But I don't want it here." Tears burned in the curner of my eye, bursting to get out.

"This child is my own flesh and blood," I said, almost whispering with anger and hate. "You expect me to kill a part of myself?" He didn't respond. "I love this baby," I spoke almost soundless. "Just like I love his father." He trembled at this and I refused to wait for his reaction.

I stormed out of the room and almost broke the door when I slammed it shut. My mother was waiting for me. She pulled me into a loving embrace when I began to cry.

"He wants me to kill it," I whispered. "Can you believe he wants me to kill his grandchild?" My mother softly caressed my hair.

"Don't listen to him, Luana. This is your baby, you decide what will happen to it and I'm proud of you."

"I can't stay here." She looked at me with a shocked expression on her face. I sniffed. "As soon as all this mess is over and the Zazbanians are safe I will return to earth. I think father just made it pretty clear that the baby's presence isn't wanted here. And in that case, so am I."

She let go of me and I walked away, hoping the war on Zazba would end soon so I could go back to earth, where my baby would be loved.

I sat down in my room, pondering and caressing my belly where my baby was growing. It couldn't be too long before it would get born. Although I had promissed Bulma I'd get back in five months I had lossed track of time, but I didn't care. I'd stay here to help and Bulma would just have to accept the fact I was a little late.

"No, no Vegeta, you will leave your daughter alone!" My mother's voice came from the hall and I stood up to eavesdrop at my chamber door.

"Listen, Luana!" my father said loudly. "That baby is a discrace to the royal family, to our blood!"

"I don't care, and you shouldn't either," my mother said. "She loves it and she wants to see it born and raised. That's what matters and I thought you'd be wise enough to know."

I heard a loud slap coming from my father's hand striking my mother's cheek. That's it. I opened the door and found both my parents standing there, my mother with averted eyes and one hand on her reddening cheek. They looked at me.

"Will you just drop it! Both of you!" I cried. "I'm pregnant from an earthling and that baby is gonna get born. No matter what you say or what you do. So stop fighting about it!" I slammed the door shut and fell down in bed, crying. "Why won't they leave me alone…"

Queen Luana: Looks like somebody will be sleeping on the couch tonight! Please review guys, tomorrow I have to go back to school like the lot of you and reviews really cheer me up! (super happy grin)