Queen Luana: Okay, it has been like AGES since I updated this. But I was so frustrated by the complete evil badness of the previous chap that I just refused to look at it for a while, but now – I shall continue. This is going to be a rather quiet chap, just for you to know.

Sinking into a depression

Minutes past, they turned into hours. Then days. And soon I found myself losing track of time. Although on a sudden moment I did notice the screams and explosions outside fading and then going dumb. I was worried for a couple of minutes, until Kaie came in to inform me about the succesful defeat of Haat's men.

After that, time passed slowly again. My mother had told everyone I needed rest and should be left alone, so I was. All alone in an empty room while the only thing I needed was company. People to talk to, to keep my mind of the death of my baby. I felt so stupid, I should've listened to everyone. Krillin, Bulma, Goku, my mother, everyone. It was almost as if they had all foreseen this. All but me.

So the hours I lay there I tried to focus on things such as the sounds of people in the hallway, I tried to overhear their conversations and counted the number of steps it took them to get from one end of the corridor to the other. Yet, I spent most of my time crying.

The door creaked and a ray of light enterred my room and illuminated a thick stripe on the wall. I rolled over and saw Vegeta standing in the door way. After a pause he closed the door again and leaned against the wall.

"They told me what happened," he muttered. I felt the urge to cry again and quickly hid my face in my arms. I heard him sigh. "I'm sorry."

"I could've prevented it," I whispered. "If I had only listened to them… If I had only stayed inside… I wouldn't have… I… I killed my baby." Vegeta sat dpwn next to me as I started sobbing. "But why would you care?" I said. "You don't care about your own child so why would you give a damn about mine?"

"Where the hell did you get the idea I don't care about my kid nor yours?" he snapped, clearly insulted.

"Well," I said and sat up in my bed. "You never talk about him, if I ask about Trunks you just shrug or frown. It's like you're not glad he's there. How could you not be glad?" I nearly breathed the final sentence. Vegeta stared at the ground and I knew he was aware of that, of everything I had said. While he pondered I lied down again and rolled over. When I came to realise Vegeta wasn't going to answer I took a wild guess. "Is it because he's only partly Saiyan?"

By the moving of the sheets I knew he had turned around, yet I did not stop speaking. "Is that why?" I asked him. "Because of our father's stupid pride?"

"Don't you insult our father!" he snarled and jumped to his feet. I sat up again and looked him in his onyx eyes.

"Honnestly, Vegeta," I said. "I was hoping you hadn't inherited that. A child is a child. And Trunks is yours, he has your blood. Who cares whether it's not pure Saiyan blood?" I saw his fists clenching, knew he didn't agree. He took one step towards me then hesitated, recalled my situation and pulled back. With an angry sigh he turned to the door.

"You should rest," he said bitterly and opened the door. "And by the way, your friend has been wished back as well. He's back on earth." Then he walked out and shut the door behind him. I listened to his paces echoing through the hallway.

Everything seemed to get worse and worse with the minute. So I was angry at my father and my brother now, my mother saw me as a foolish little girl and I had lost my baby. Plus I had to tell Krillin. Krillin, who had warned me about this so badly. I cursed myself for being so ignorant. Come to think of it, wasn't I just a foolish little girl? I had sorted everything out, and because of my stubbornness I had lost it all…

Later, my door opened again and woke me from a restless slumber. When I turned around I expected to see my mother, instead I found my father's silhouette standing in the doorway.

"Did I wake you?" he asked, his voice, unlike the last time I had heard it, soft and caring. I did not respond, only lowered my eyes to the floor. He closed the door with an almost silent click, then walked over to my bed and sat down. I pulled my legs up to my chest. I knew why there was such a sudden turn around in our relation. My baby had died, just like he had been hoping. Just like he thought what would've been the right thing to do – me to kill it.

Neither of us spoke. Partly because I wanted him to speak first, I wanted to hear the words. Those fake words: 'I'm sorry.' He did speak, but other words reached his lips.

"I started thinking, when your mother told me what happened, Luana," he said with the same soft voice I knew from my childhood, when he used to tell me bedtime stories. "About what you said…" Now what? He nodded sadly. "You were right." I blinked in confusion. What was he talking about? Was he actually accepting his fault?

"I do not understand…" I mumbled and he finally turned to face me.

"Luana, about your child," he said. "I tried to relive the moments I went through when your mother was pregnant. And tried to imagine neither you or your brother would have been full Saiyans. Luana, I now realise, it wouldn't have mattered." I clenched the sheets tightly, as if it would help me blink away my tears. "I've been a fool, Luana. And I hope you can forgive me." At last the words came: "I'm sorry."

I burst out into loud sobs, now missing my baby more than ever. Indeed, it would've been loved, no matter what everyone else thought. Even my father approved and now I wanted my baby back.

My father wrapped one supportive arm around my shoulders and pulled me close against him. He soothed me while I cried. Sooner or later, I would go back to earth. I would have to tell Krillin and realised, the longer I waited, the harder it'd be.

So, five days of pure rest later, Vegeta and I were ready to return home. All the Zazbanians had left the cave and were now continuing their lives in the village. The reason for my parents' lives had been simple. Shortly after Haat's men had attacked Zazba, a Zazbanian was sent for Namek, to wish back my mother and father. After being brought back, they immediately left for Zazba.

"Have a safe journey, Luana," my mother said and embraced me one last time. "And make sure to come and visit us sometime. I would truelly like to meet this friend of yours." I could imagine how Krillin would freak if I told him my parents were dying to meet him. Yet I smiled thankfully and she hugged Vegeta as well. "Goodbye, my son."

"Mother," was all Vegeta said and I peeked at him with a smile. I knew he was trying his very best not to get emotional, but I could see his eyes sparkling with tears and couldn't help but chuckle. The Zazbanians bowed as we slid down the craters to our space ships. I waved one last time at my parents and got in. After the door closed I enterred earth's co-ordinates and seconds later we shot off into space.

After we had left Zazba's atmosphere I turned on the intercome and said: "Vegeta? When we get back to earth we better go and train. I need a rematch."

"Please, Luana. You really want to get your ass kicked again?" Vegeta spoke. "There's no way you'll ever grow stronger than me." I merely smiled and closed my eyes.

"We'll see, Vegeta. We'll see."

Queen Luana: Wow, that looks very final-chaptery, or something… Please review you guys! Pretty please! I have an exam in two days (since I was sick when all the others had to do it) so, a couple of reviews for a little support? (puppy eyes)