Yay it's finally done!!! I am so happy with the way this story turned out and I am so happy I have another fic under my belt :) I'm also so glad about all my reviews and I want to thank everyone that reviewed, I did it all for you!
I don't know if anyone who is reading this fic has read any of my others (some I have removed because they were so horendous) but I have improved a lot with my writing. I started writing fics when I was 13 and now I am 18 so I certaily hope I've gotten better lol :P That is why I waited so long to start writing the "get together" fic. But anyways, please enjoy this last little ending I cooked up, and stay very tuned in for my new B/V fic entitled To Taim a Prince
I promise, I'm posting the first chapter within a few days XD
9 Months later…
Glass shattering screams could be heard from every room in the hospital. It was a discomfort for most of the people within the building, but for the 2 Saiyans in same room as the woman who was screaming, it was utterly unbearable.
"Isn't there some drug these idiots can give her to make her shut up!?" Vegeta snapped at Goku who was standing next to him, across the room from the large pregnant woman that was in agonizing pain.
Suddenly a clipboard was hurled from across the room, aimed specifically at Vegeta. He dodged without effort, simply moving his head to the side so the clipboard would hit the wall behind him and join the broken vase, stethoscope, and metal utensil tray on the floor.
"You did this to me you bastard! I'll never let you touch me again!" Bulma screeched before she let out another painful groan.
"Jeez Vegeta, even Chichi wasn't this bad." Goku said looking at Vegeta while Bulma used that opportunity to chuck a needle that a nurse beside her was holding right at Goku's head.
It made contact with his face and only when it fell to the ground did Goku realize what it was and then he screamed and jumped into Vegeta's arms.
"A needle!" Goku cried.
"Get off of me you moron!" Vegeta grunted and dropped Goku to the ground, "You throwing things with no success of hitting me will not lessen or get rid of your pain, woman."
"I could kill you for the pain you're causing me right now!" Bulma yelled.
"As I recall, it's the little brat inside of you that's causing you pain, not me!" Vegeta yelled back as he made his way over to her.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Bulma said sarcastically, "How about the next time you try to push a watermelon out of your vagina, you tell me who you'd like to blame for forcing you to endure that kind of pain!"
"Suck it up woman. It can't hurt that bad." Vegeta grunted.
In truth he could not possibly imagine how Bulma was supposed to push his child through her uterus. The opening was already small enough, how was it supposed to stretch enough to fit a baby through? The physics of childbirth would always be a mystery to him, but he did not have to tolerate damage to his eardrums.
He looked at Bulma and she gave him a death glare.
"I have been in labor for over 24 hours Vegeta! Do not tell me to suck it up! You will never experience this kind of pain and torture, so be grateful that I haven't decided to show you what it's like by shoving a pencil up your—" Bulma said behind gritted teeth but was cut off when a man in a long white coat burst into the room.
"Hello there! So how is Mrs. Oji doing so far?" the doctor asked as he viewed some charts that were at the end of Bulma's bed.
"Who the hell are you!?" Both Bulma and Vegeta snapped at the man.
He looked startled at their rudeness.
"Why, I'm Dr. Connor. I'll be delivering your baby." He said a bit shakily.
"What!? You're not my doctor! Where is Dr. Sharp? She is the doctor that 's delivering this baby, not you!" Bulma snapped, starting to get more hysterical.
"Dr. Sharp had a family emergency and was not able to be here today. I will be taking her place in delivering this baby. Don't worry, I am fully qualified to—"
But his words were cut short when an enormous gun was pointed at his face by the blue haired woman lying on the hospital bed.
"I - want - Dr. Sharp - NOW!" Bulma snarled. Sweat dripped down her brow, making her hair stick to her moist skin. She heaved her chest up and down heavily, trying to get as much oxygen as she could.
"Bulma! How in the hell did you bring that in here?" Juu yelled and yanked the gun out of her hand. "What is wrong with you? Why would you bring a gun with you to give birth to your kid? Where did you even hide it—?"
"Enough!" Vegeta growled and everyone in the room fell silent. "We had discussed this woman. No more weapons."
He looked down at his wife and she avoided his eyes as she scowled at the ceiling.
"We'll discuss this incident later." He said to her and then turned on the doctor who nearly squealed. "You will perform this delivery. I warn you, if you look like you are getting any kind of enjoyment at looking at that part of my wife, I will snap your neck in 5 different places simultaneously. Understood?"
The doctor gulped loudly and nodded quickly in response.
Suddenly Bulma let out another glass shattering scream. Vegeta nearly covered his hears in attempt to protect his hearing in the future. The doctor took a seat at the end of the bed in between Bulma's legs. He lifted her dress and looked at her apex and Vegeta had to suppress a growl.
"I think it's time Bulma." The doctor announced and slipped on some plastic gloves, "We're going to try for a push, ok?"
"Everyone OUT!" Bulma yelled only once and the entire room cleared out instantly except for Vegeta, the doctor, and one nurse.
Vegeta walked over to Bulma's side and she grasped his hand. It probably felt like a strong hold to Bulma, but it was practically nothing to Vegeta. Bulma then proceeded to push and the childbirth began.
After a while Vegeta could start to feel how gross his environment had become. It was warm and moist in the room. It smelt of sweat and other smells he had never encountered before and he feared they were coming from Bulma. This is worse than my gravity chamber for heaven's sake! Kami, when will this be over already?
And then he heard it. The noise of baby entering the world. The noise of his son.
Vegeta looked towards the doctor who smiled. Almost reaching over and punching his lights out Vegeta paused for a moment and watched as he came out from Bulma's legs and held a tiny, squirming, screaming, blood covered infant.
"Say hello to your baby boy." He said happily and showed him to Vegeta and Bulma.
Bulma sighed happily and relaxed her head on the pillow as she smiled at her child. She slightly fell into unconsciousness from being so tired. While she did the nurse took the baby to clean him off and then proceeded to bring him to Vegeta.
"Would you like to hold your son while your wife recuperates?" the nurse asked.
Vegeta was about to answer with a prompt "no" when she shoved the baby in his arms anyway. The brat began to wail his head off once again and Vegeta looked at him strangely.
Lavender hair…
"He's got your voice and your hair woman. Is it even mine, I wonder?" Vegeta asked in a serious tone but was joking of course.
Bulma laughed exhaustedly, too tired to smack him.
And then something soft brushed his arm. He looked down to see a brown furry tail from the child's backside. The nurse screamed in disgust and ran out of the room.
"My word…!" the doctor exclaimed as he noticed the tail as well.
Vegeta looked down at the small fragile child with bewilderment. He lightly touched his sons tail and suddenly he stopped crying and looked up at his father with bright blue eyes. They looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity and then something amazing happened.
His son scowled at him.
Vegeta let out a hearty chuckle from deep in his throat. There's my Saiyan warrior. Thank Kami the woman's genes didn't overpower everything about you.
"Can I have him Vegeta?" Bulma's soft quiet voice asked, "I want to hold my baby."
Vegeta looked over at his exhausted wife and frowned.
"You should rest for a while longer. I don't want you to drop him." He said and smirked as he looked down at his son, "The brat is fine where he is for now.
"Damn it, give him to me NOW Vegeta!" Bulma snapped evilly, "He's my baby!"
"Alright, alright woman!" Vegeta said and handed over the child before Bulma shot lasers from her eyes.
She took the baby gratefully and stared down at him in awe. A large smile crept on her face.
"Oh look at him Vegeta." she said happily and laughed.
"I already have, woman, until you took him away from me." Vegeta replied.
Bulma inspected her baby boy, looking over him with big sparkling eyes.
"Dady is crazy because you are exactly like him! Yes you are, my little angel. You are all Saiyan." she said softly. It looked like she would cry soon.
"And the idiotic baby-talk ensues." Vegeta said as he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.
"Well, at least he has mommy's good looks." She said and looked up at Vegeta and winked.
"Watch it." Vegeta warned playfully and grinned.
Bulma watched her beautiful child sleep in her arms. He was so peaceful, so small, and so soft. His fuzzy tail was curled around her arm and he slept with a permanent scowl, just like his father.
Vegeta walked into the hospital room with a bottle of juice. He walked over to Bulma's side and set the bottle down on the table next to her.
"Thanks Vegeta." She said, never looking away from her precious baby.
"So, have you thought of a name for the brat yet?" he asked thoughtfully, looking down at the pair, "And don't say Vegeta Jr."
Bulma looked up at him and smiled widely, "Why not?"
She always thought he would be the type to want to carry out the family name.
"Humph, it is time that name was laid to rest." He said seriously and looked off into the distance, "It is time to start fresh, something new."
"Hmm, well in that case…" Bulma said and looked down at her chubby son.
"Trunks." She announced after a few moments of thinking, "Trunks Briefs."
She looked up at her husband for approval. He snorted and looked to the window.
"What is it with this blue haired family and undergarments?" he asked to himself and then looked down at Bulma with a smirk, "Knowing you, the next ball of flesh we create you'll name Panties or Brassiere or something."
Bulma frowned playfully and looked down at her son, "Watch it, I just might."
Vegeta leaned in to give Bulma a kiss but then slipped past her mouth and breathed lightly in her ear.
"Does that mean you'll let me touch you again?" he asked huskily in her ear.
Bulma couldn't contain the shiver that was sent down her spine.
"I suppose I can overlook my earlier statement from yesterday." Bulma said with a smirk of her own.
"Try about 500 statements, woman." He said with a chuckle and captured Bulma's lips with his.
He broke the kiss and walked over to the window and would stand there until both his son and wife were both sleeping.
Bulma looked at him. She knew he was watching over them. She always felt safe when he was around. She looked down at baby Trunks one more time before she fell asleep too.
What more could a girl ask for? If one warrior protector wasn't enough, but now I have two…and they're both mine.
THE END