Dragon Ball © Toriyama Akira, Shuheisha, Inc.
Chapter 7: The Birth of Trunks
Bulma excused herself very early that day because she didn't feel well. Her pregnancy might be the main reason, but she was even more uncomfortable thinking about how to tell Vegeta about it. They were living together, sleeping in the same room even. Seeing how sharp Vegeta's intuition was, there was no way he couldn't figure it out sooner or later.
She sighed in relief upon seeing it was only seven. Vegeta wouldn't return to the bedroom until ten at the earliest so she still had hours to calm herself and figure how to tell him about the big news…
If Vegeta reacting the news the same way every other father was…
Resting her back on the wall right beside her door, Bulma took a deep breath and suppress the uncomfortable feeling that was bulging on her throat. She was scared thinking about the way Vegeta would deny their baby, telling her to get rid of it simply because of his hatred for ordinary humans.
They were partners with benefits. They were both lonely and happened to be in the same house.
He was there when she needed to forget Yamcha.
And it took only a single kiss from him to forget about him.
Shaking her head, Bulma slapped her cheeks twice before opening her eyes with a new resolution. "You need to be strong, Bulma. You're going to be a mother and you need to be strong for your baby." She then put her hand on her belly with a smile. "You're going to be born as strong as Gohan, little one. So share some of your power to Mummy, will you?"
Her smile grew wider upon the warm sensation throughout her body. Now that she cast the bad thought about her pregnancy away, came the joy. Only then she understood how joyful pregnancy news could be.
She was going to be a mother…
There was a life growing inside her…
The thought quickly filled her heart with joy. She turned the knob and proceeded into her room without realising that she wasn't alone in that room. Bulma jolted and screamed outright when she turned the light on and saw a figure leaning against the wall near the huge window in her room.
The Saiyan prince was there, waiting for her while staring at the glittering Western City night view. He was donning a black sleeveless top with dusty green training pants, crossing his strong arms in front of his muscular chest. It took him a few seconds before turning his eyes on her, face remained as stoic as ever.
"V-Vegeta? What are you doing here?" Bulma's heart was simultaneously jumping up to her throat then down to her belly.
Vegeta stared at her with his usual frown. Instead, he shoved his hands and walked in her direction.
"You can't fool me, Woman. I know that you're hiding something from me and you're going to tell me what I need to know."
"Uh…" Cold sweat was dripping on the back of her neck. Her heart was thudding against her chest in enormous strength that she swore it could jump out from her chest anytime. Bulma took a step back every time Vegeta took a step closer to her until her back touched the wall. Vegeta placed both of his hands on each side of her, staring at her with an intense gaze she avoided to see.
"Well, Vegeta…" She tried to compose herself, though her voice still came out stuttering. "I'm n-not trying to hide anything from you. It's just… I don't know how to say it."
"Just speak, Woman."
"Geez! Give me some time to think, okay? It's not an easy thing to say!" she snarled.
"Hoo… Even you have problems saying something. Interesting." Vegeta smirked. He didn't need to know Bulma more than he did now to know how to play her strings.
"N-n-not all things are easy to be said!" she howled.
"I've met a lot of specimens around the universe and impressed to see how blunt Earthling women are when you talk. Especially you, of course."
"I won't have any problem saying this if you're someone else! It's because of you! You—" she poked his chest, "—are the source of my problem!"
"And how exactly am I the source of your problem?!" he growled.
"I'm pregnant, Bastard!" she finally blurted out. "I'm pregnant with your baby!"
There was a pregnant silence that engulfed the room. Bulma was running out of breath when she screamed her confession, then slowly let herself fall to her knees. She stared down at Vegeta's feet without the courage to see his face to see his reaction. However, Vegeta only shut his eyes, a small drop of sweat rolling on the side of his face.
Vegeta was deep in his own thought. Ever since Planet Vegeta was destroyed, he remained nomadic from one planet to another. He never even planned to settle on Earth until he got himself tangled in a complex relationship with Bulma. But seeing that she carried his offspring, he couldn't not feel anything.
She had someone who had his blood within her.
"So, what about it?"
Bulma widened her eyes. "What do you exactly mean by 'what about it'!? Do you think that this is a simple matter? Or—" she swallowed her saliva, "—do you not want the baby?! Fine… Don't worry about that! I want this baby! I'll take care of the baby myself! I don't want my baby to grow up and become a delinquent anyway!" Bulma rose to her feet and was about to get away when Vegeta caught her wrist.
"What exactly did you mean by delinquent, huh?"
"Exactly as you heard!" She threateningly pointed at him. "I don't want the baby to inherit your traits and become a delinquent! Don't worry! I will be a single mother and raise the baby myself!"
"Don't make your own decision!" he shouted, instantly silenced her. "I never said a thing about not wanting the baby…"
Bulma covered her lips with her palm. "D-do you mean that…"
"The baby carries my blood. He's a Saiyan royalty. I would never think about abandoning it and most importantly, he will never be a delinquent." Vegeta stared right into her eyes. "He will be the greatest Saiyan warrior." Something inside him told him that his baby was going to be a boy.
Her shedding tears wasn't something he expected. As if her legs suddenly turned rubber, she almost fell to her knees if he didn't quickly catch her. Bulma put her hands on his arms but her eyes still fell to the floor as if she didn't believe what she just heard. But Vegeta pulling her into his arms and stroking her back with his thumb was something she never expected, just like the way she didn't believe there were living planets aside from Earth before she met him.
When she calmed a little, he brought her to their bed and let her sit while he knelt before her. He stared at her belly for a good minute with his stoic face before asking, "Can I touch him?"
Bulma chuckled at his request. "Of course, silly. That's your baby…" She pulled Vegeta's palms and placed them on her belly. "Our baby…"
Though Vegeta neither said anything nor showed any reaction, she knew that it was pride she saw in his eyes.
Through the eight months of her pregnancy, Bulma was surprised to see Vegeta truly took her pregnancy his business. The Saiyan prince even cut his training time only to help her work when she couldn't walk too much due to her big belly. For a training freak like Vegeta, it was something big already.
Two seasons had passed and finally, at the beginning of winter in year 766, their baby was going to be born.
"Keep pushing, Bulma-san!" the doctor told her.
Bulma screamed in pain in response. "I can't do this! I can't do this anymore!"
"Push, Woman! You heard the doctor!" Vegeta impatiently snarled.
The blue-haired woman pulled Vegeta by his collar. "How about you replace me here since you did this to me?! You men are idiot! You did this to me! Why should I be the one to suffer the consequences?! Bastard! Bastard! You men are bastards!"
Bulma wasn't even a warrior, but not even Frieza ever scared Vegeta more than she did at that moment. He chose to let her grabbed his hand, scratch, bit, everything she could do to relieve her pain. At that moment, he was wondering if he trained to withstand her through her labor.
After three painful hours, Bulma finally gave birth to a healthy baby boy. His face resemblance to Vegeta's was uncanny, but the baby inherited Dr. Brief's lavender hair. All of her pain and exhaustion were washed away the moment the nurse put the baby in her arms. She counted the baby's fingers from his hands to toes, almost burst into tears when she saw how perfect her baby was.
There was nothing more wonderful than her baby and no words could describe her feeling. When the baby didn't stop crying, Bulma placed him bear her chest to let her heartbeats lulled him to sleep. "Welcome to the world, my little boy…"
When the baby stirred in his sleep and opened his eyes, she caught a glance of two beautiful sapphire orbs. She covered her mouth with her palms when she saw her eyes on him. Bulma craned her head to see Vegeta who eyed their son with a stoic face. But Bulma knew that he was baffled by his son's presence.
She reached for his hand, rubbing his knuckle, and said, "Don't you want to hold your son?"
"He's sleeping. I can just do that later." He touched the baby's hand. As if the baby reacted to his touch, he held his father's index finger in his sleep. Vegeta lifted his eyebrows at this, making Bulma smiled at the sight.
"So… have you think of any name for our baby?"
"Of course." Vegeta cleared his throat. "One day he will become the greatest Saiyan warrior. As the Saiyan royal that carries my blood, he will be called—"
"Trunks! I've decided! You're Trunks!" beamed Bulma. "It's a perfect name for him, don't you think?" Bulma rubbed her cheek against the sleeping baby's chubby cheek.
Meanwhile, Vegeta scoffed and agitatedly crossed his arms. "Tch! Whatever…"
AN: That's how Trunks is born in my version. XD What do you think? Do you agree that this might happen in canon?That aside, I want to make a note about the reason my OC calls him 'Tiger'. Trunks' name (トランクス) is read as 'torankusu' in Japanese. 'Tora' (虎) means 'tiger' in Japan.
The next chapter will be Goku's family chapter! Stay tune, guys!
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