Don't you just love reviews SOMETIMES!
When ppl DON'T call your character sex crazed!
Ok, ok, I know. I'm over it now. But today is a time to celebrate. More B/V action here.
No. Not THAT kind of action.
But I hope you pplz do know that when it does come time for them to...you know...have some action, it can't be that detailed or anything. So you better plan on a crappyass part on Trunks' conception. But that'll take at least a year to plan out and everything. Ooh, they should get on a ship to Space together for a whole year, like it hasn't been done before.
Kami I love being the author.
Rating For This Chapitata: PG-13: Language, Mild Violence-I think.
Oh, and uh, if you just ate...or were about to, then I hope you have a strong stomach for childbirth. That's all I'm saying yo.
'-thinking
"-speaking
Memories + anger Italics. Oh, wait. No, I got that one wrong.
Enter: Bulma Briefs /Location: Capsule Corp
They stopped by Capsule Corp. to pick up what they could find of supplies, which was not much. It was extremely difficult for them to find anything not completely damaged under the rubble and ruin of the destroyed building. All she found was a little more than a handful of small trinkets that she could morph into a usable and properly functioning machine.
"Woman! What could possibly be taking so much TIME!"
"Hold it, smartass! I'm getting stuff to make YOUR PRECIOUS RADAR!"
"Bulma...Do you really have to cuss?"
"GOKU! DO YOU REALLY WANT TO GET INTO THIS!"
"Exactly!" Bulma shouted before picking up another metal piece and examining it. Suddenly a hand roughly snatched from her hand, her blood pressure spiking in surprise.
"Hey! You jerkoff, give it back!"
"Do you know how annoying you get with that accusing tone of yours?"
"Do YOU know how annoying you get when you take things without ASKING first!" Bulma retorted as she watched him toss it on the ground carelessly and walk away. She growled and picked it up, following him back to the group.
"We should leave...," Piccolo commented in a distant voice, but still monotone as usual.
"But why? We won't get anywhere anyway...," Bulma grumbled as she tossed some rubble around with her foot.
"Especially with you here woman."
"I'M the one who's building your stupid radar! Don't even tell me I'm the useless one!"
"I never said you were useless, I said we would get nowhere-"
"Just like this conversation, so can it both of you!" Piccolo roared, a vein pulsing in his forehead. Vegeta growled, not giving total surrender as Bulma folded her arms and stuck up her nose.
"Hey! Where are my parents!" Bulma shrieked while she looked around. Goku went up to her from behind, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry Bulma...I don't feel their Ki-"
"NO! Why! Why THEM! WAAAAAH!"
She buried her face in Goku's gi as Vegeta pressed his palms over his ears.
"Dammit...That woman's snivelling will be the end of me...And my sanity for Kami's sake!"
Enter: Krillin, Yamcha, Roshi, Tien /Location: On the shore of East District.
"Alright! Land ho!" Krillin shouted with enthusiasm as Yamcha and Tien shook off all of the water from their clothes. Roshi hopped off his turtle and blew out a breath.
"Whew, I'm exhausted..." Roshi said wistfully as Krillin, Tien, and Yamcha all glared daggers at him.
"Alright crew. Let's get going," Tien said sternly, leading the group as they went into the wooded area, looking for Goku's Ki.
"You know guys...I don't think Goku's here right now-" Krillin was cut off by Yamcha's snarl.
"You think you could've said that a bit sooner? Jeez...Hey! Who's that?"
Tien and Roshi looked back from the bushes at Yamcha and Krillin, then Tien gasped when he saw what Roshi was looking at.
"Oh my Kami! It's ChiChi!" Krillin exclaimed. All of sudden, she started to squirm a little, her face in obvious pain.
"Augh! Oh, Kami!" She shouted, clutching her bulging stomach. Roshi and Tien flinched back a little at the shrill cries. That's when they noticed the moisture started to form around her..ahem...there.
"Oh...Oh SHIT!" Yamcha yelped going behind a bush. Krillin just gaped at his best friend's wife.
"I think...I think it's coming you guys-"
"NO SHIT KRILLIN! Do you know how to deliver a Kami-damn baby?" Tien shouted.
"No! Do you?"
"Oh Kami!" Tien growled as he paced back anf forth, the woman's yells echoing in their ears. That's when they all remembered Roshi, who they then saw calmly removing her pants.
"ROSHI!" They all yelled in unison.
He looked back,"I may not be professional in this area...But I'm not gonna just stand here and watch my future student get born without the proper care here."
"Prop-Proper care?" Yamcha sputtered, Roshi smiling wide and giving a peace sign before diving in.
Enter: Um...Oh, Son Goku /Location: On their way to East District
Five minutes before that happened...
He was calmly going through the air when he felt this striking flicker of Ki come across him. It was strong, but it was not alone. There were...two of them. And for some reason, they were familiar.
Too familiar...
"Hey...," Piccolo beckoned him, giving him a questioning look. Goku got the hint and nodded grimly. He already knew what was happening. NOW he got it. He felt himself go three times as fast with urgency and adrenaline pumping in his heart. But he was in a hurry, after all. It wasn't every day that your first son was born...
He was there quicker than expected, but he didn't dwell on that. All that was on his mind at the moment was getting to CihChi, before their son got to her. The first thing he saw was Roshi on his way to guiding his child in the world. Goku didn't really care about that, he just wanted to be there, and have someone else OTHER than Roshi to touch...up there.
"Roshi! What are you doing?" Goku asked with serious haste in his voice. Roshi cracked a smile.
"Hey, well I was just helping her out there, ya know?"
"Yeah, well thanks and all, but...she is my wife you know..."
"B-But Goku, who else is supposed to do it?" Tien asked.
"Arggh! You fools! Let me handle this!"
Vegeta shoved Roshi away, hoisting up ChiChi's thighs like it was no one's business. Bulma felt her eyes grow wide at how a guy could just do something like that so...impassively, as if he did that kind of thing every day. She whimpered a little, sobbing here and there as her head went back a little, her face full of pain.
"Dammit woman! Push it out of your weak body!" He ordered.
"I...Kami-dammit I CAN'T!"
"You can and you will or I'll rip it out of there! And I won't care what I'll pull out either!"
"YOU WON'T TOUCH MY SON YOU CREEP!" ChiChi shrieked, groaning as pushed down with all of her might. That's when Goku went over to her, taking her hand for support. She let out a breath as she looked to Goku, who only nodded to her in the most serious moment of their lives. But only one thought crossed her mind at that moment...
Was she doing the right thing?
Bringing a child into a place like this?
"Woman, don't THINK! Push it out dammit!" Vegeta rasped.
"I...will!" She pushed down again, a sharp wave of pain coming over inside of her again. Then she dipped her head back, pain and anguish written on her features. She directed the struggle into her grip on Goku's hand. Then she felt it peaking, the pain somewhat dissolving and something pulling out of her. She let out a breath when everything had faded away.
But she was too out of it to hear her son's cries.
There were 'oohs' and 'ahhs' about it from the rest of them, but her half-lidded eyes shut before she could respond to it. It was probably her lack of training. Yeah, that was it...
Everything stopped spinning once she felt slumber come over her, and a deep, hazy sleep swept over her senses.
Enter: Bulma Briefs /Location: East District
It was just her and Tien afterwards. Everyone else was either aweing over the baby or standing alone somewhere. She wondered which one would be more politically correct for her to do.
"Kinda weird isn't it?' She started in a wistful voice.
She felt him look at her when she said so.
"Having your parents die...and then having another life come in the world that doesn't really belong to you. Pretty damn ironic if you ask me."
He gave her a weird look,"Bulma...Are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"I dunno. It just...feels like you're having a deep moment right now."
"...And?"
"Bulma. You never have deep moments. Not with anyone, especially me."
"Oh please Tien. I've known you enough. Come on, we have to grow up sometime. Why not now?"
He shifted his weight, looking at her more closely,"You're really afraid aren't you?"
She gave him a shocked look of question,"What!"
"Oh yeah. You're afraid of everything changing. THAT'S why...you're choosing now to grow up."
She looked ahead, her eyebrows burrowing stubbornly,"Oh yeah? Well, what about you? What are YOU afraid of?"
He was silent for a moment, his face going blank,"Well...I've never really been afraid of much in my lifetime..."
She facefaulted,"Don't make a speech outta it-"
"But I must say...That fear, in its enitirety is what I am afraid of."
She hiked an eyebrow, her expression outrageous,"You mean...You're afraid of FEAR?"
"Jeez, not so loud. I don't yell out your fears."
"Sorry, but..." Her face started to change a little, her eyes showing that she was obviously struggling with something...
But it didn't take long until-
"BWA HA HA HAAA! YOU'RE AFRAID BEING AFRAID! THE ALMIGHTY TENSHINHAN-AH HA HA-"
He rolled his eyes and walked away slowly. But it took her some two minutes to realize his presence was no longer there. In fact, nobody's presence was there.
Enter: Prince Vegeta no Ouji /Location: East District
He really didn't expect for that to happen. Nor did he expect the woman to appro ach him afterwards.
She looked awkward, uncomfortable as her gaze went from guarded to curious. She took in a breath as her eyes glanced at the ground, then back at him, questions in her eyes.
"Where'd you learn how to do that?"
He was silent, leaning on the tree with his eyes closed.
"Are you going to tell me who you are?"
No answer again for the woman. He could hear the answers flood up in his mind at her questions, but he immediately dismissed them. He would say nothing. He was not there to make companions.
"Are you going to say ANYTHING?"
His eyes opened, already gazing at her when they did,"Are you going to catch the hint? I have no answers for you, now leave me be woman."
Her eyes widened irately,"How dare you! I can go wherever I want, and you can't tell me where!"
"Hmph," His lips kicked up as his eyes closed again,"I just did."
Her eyes narrowed and she stomped off. He wondered if every female on this planet was like that, but he just shrugged it off with carelessness. His eyes wandered over the others. The Namek, the woman, the old man, the other two that he hadn't disgraced yet, and then the Saiyan and his mate, who was holding their newborn offspring in her arms.
'What a bunch of fools. Do they have no idea that their planet may obliterate in perhaps less than a day? Whatever caused that crash is not dead, and is most likely recovering. Once it gets strong enough, it will strike again. And not only the entire planet this time, but its targets. Us. Those idiots! They will learn the hard way when they see their carcuses lying in this mudball's soil!'
As angry as his mind was at the moment, his mouth was silent, observing the oblivious nature of happiness within the group. He had never witnessed such...clarity and unity within a group of individuals. Especially after what had happened. Their planet had nearly been destroyed! And yet they are here, laughing and conversating as if it was the same routine. It confused him almost as much as it intruiged him. But the soldier in him would not let him see the rightness of it, he only saw it as a weakness, for as they were enjoying themselves, their deadly fate was creating itself.
Enter: Bulma Briefs /Location: East District
She wondered if he would ever open up to the group, or just have on small conversation with at least one of them.
But wait! This was a very insane expectation because well, he is just an uncivilized, arrogant, egotistical apee who couldn't find his manners if they bit him in the ass. Then again...anything could bite that juicy ass of-
"WHAT!"
Yep. She said it out loud. Every pair of eyes were on her, even...his. She laughed nervously, her hand going absent-mindedly to the back of her head just like Yamcha and Goku were so used to doing.
"Wow...Heh heh...This whole fiasco has really gotten to me, I guess. Sorry if I...interrupted a-anything, g-guys. Hee..."
Silence, for a second before they did as they were told and Bulma let out an exasperated sigh. But she could still feel his eyes on her. Her womanly senses told her to not look back-her insecurity would be too obvious. Wait-insecurity? Bulma Briefs and insecurity? Wow, talk about trauma, she must have some sort of amnesia. With a shrug, she closed her eyes as she took in a breath, and in opening them she expected to see him.
But he wasn't there.
Enter: Prince Vegeta no Ouji /Location: Along a path in East District
"Hm...Damn woman is getting on me..." He muttered as he stalked through the woods, forcing another subject into his mind with ease. Such as...What exactly was he doing there anyway?
Well, it was quite simple, but there were many other things that could easily complicate it more than to his liking. Such as that Saiyan, who could actually possess a power stronger than his own. And that woman...She was trouble, that was all he knew. That was all he would let himself know.
He took in a breath, closing his eyes slowly, and letting all train of thought rest. Well, that was before he heard footsteps not far from him.
Enter: Son Goku /Location: East District
"Hey! Where'd Bulma run off to, guys?" Goku asked with simple curiousity in his voice, before the expression of the others all turned into alarm.
Krillin shrugged,"Probably off building something. That girl never quits."
"No...Her stuff's right there," ChiChi reasoned. Then everyone realized who else was missing, and their heads flew to one another.
Enter: Bulma Briefs /Location: East District-woods
Okay. So the man had some appeal to him, but it didn't make him any less of an ass. Her eyes bugged at that thought for a second, still not used to it at all. Before she let any more irrational thoughts whizz by in her head, she saw who she was absent-mindedly searching for, just standing there as if he did not sense her presence. Maybe he really couldn't.
Suddenly another snap of a twig broke the thick silence of the wilderness, catching both Bulma's and the Prince's attention. But she saw what it was faster than he did, and shrieked,"Vegeta! Look out!"
His eyes bolted to her for a second, then caught the movement of what had made the noise. It came faster than he had comprehended, and with one swing had swiped his stomach and arm before he leapt backward. The sharp sense of the wound, which was not pain, only rised anger in him. He growled and went for the creature, lunging at it with everything he had. But the creature had vanished. Vegeta froze, searching in every direction in case it chose to sneak-attack. But it was gone.
The woman walked through the wood's terrain and approached him, concern sparkling in her eyes at his wound. But he would not have any help at all,"Stay away from me! I need no one!"
"Oh come on," She countered, it sounding like a snap more than she wanted it too, so she softened her voice even more,"Look, everyone needs something. Especially when they're hurt."
"Well, I am not everyone. Now leave me be. I can hardly feel-Ahh!" His voice cracked and he was on the ground before he knew it. She immediately went for him, an alarmed concern in her eyes. But he took it as pity and pushed her away again.
"Hey! That could be poisonous you know! You should never take chances, and you being a Prince should understand that."
"But I am strong enough to where I can handle it if it went wrong. T-That's the d-damned d-difference, woman," He finally got out, his voice scratchy from a pressure in his throat.
"My Kami...You can barely speak. Listen, you ignorant ape! I don't care what chances you can take, you are getting help! Whether it's from me or someone else, you're getting it buster. And if you're really strong, then I expect that you'd want to keep it that way!"
For once, he had nothing to say back. She took him up by the arms, trying to ignore the mass of weight he was, being pure muscle. It wasn't long until the others caught up to them and helped her. Thankfully, Vegeta couldn't protest the others' help because he had long since passed out.
Enter: Prince Vegeta no Ouji /Location: Your ass--JK! East District-but I have been ITCHING to do that. ;)
He woke up with difficulity, feeling as if he had been hit by a SpacePod. A soft ringing in his head floated up suddenly, a pain following it. He cringed, trying to disconnect the pain. But as he put all his efforts in trying to end it, he only made the pain spread. Then he gave up, exhaling as he laid back on the headboard, his eyes closing although he had just woke up from a VERY long slumber.
"Hey!"
He flinched, his nose wrinkling at the shrill of her voice,"Err...Woman..."
She didn't hear him, or ignored it,"You're awake!"
He said nothing back at her sweet, surprised tone, his eyes creaking open before she said anything else.
But it didn't talk long for her face to contort in an unquestionable anger towards him,"You stupid, ignorant asshole! We could have been killed and you would have been dosin' off!"
His eyes widened in defending bewilderment,"Why the hell are you yelling at me for going to sleep when YOU are the one who told me to rest! I believe you are the stupid, ignorant one, woman!"
"Oh? Really? Well, sorry for showing you some Kami-damned concern! Obviously you have no idea what that is."
"And obviously you do have the sense to comprehend what you tell me! How do you expect me to rest and then scold me when I do?"
At first she looked a but confused, as if she had expected him to her at fault somehow," Well, I-...I just didn't expect you to sleep THAT much, you know..."
Now he looked a bit confused,"And just how long was I asleep?"
She didn't even blink an eyelash,"Four days."
He then just shrugged, thinking of the mere months at other planets where he was unconscious. Somehow trusting his legs, he swung them over the bed and started to walk, when he felt something in his leg bend and he felt himself falling before slim arms caught him.
"Do you see now? You are not completely healed yet!" She sighed as she helped him outside, where the sun dimly brightened the wilderness around them. Gohan's cooing and gibberish was heard in the echoing of the forest. Vegeta cringed as he stood more up. He tried to wave her off, but she stubbornly stood by him, and he was too tired to protest. (Right! )
Enter: Goku and others /Location: East District Woods
Yamcha narrowed his eyes at the suggestive image of Bulma supporting the crippled Prince. Goku noticed and couldn't help but smile.
"...I don't trust him," Yamcha blurted, his eyes still on them, icily,"He's just got that...troublesome manner about him, ya' know?"
Goku nodded, looking back to his son, knowing that saying anything or protesting would only throw more fuel into the fire. Especially with Yamcha.
"Well, you know...It's not like you're still goin' out with her. She can date who she wants-" Krillin was cut off by Yamcha's roar of rage.
"What! She's DATING that monster!"
"N-No! I-"
"What he means is...,"Tien started,"...You are not entitled to jealousy of whoever Bulma finds interest in because you're her EX-boyfriend, Yamcha."
Yamcha was about to speak, but was stopped by Tien.
"No, she isn't dating him. I doubt he even knows what a date is. But when she does find someone, and believe me, she will, you cannot act out anything you are feeling."
"Yeah, but...That's not fair," Yamcha pouted at the unsuspecting pair.
Tien shrugged, trying to keep the smile off his lips at Yamcha's little infatuation with the blue-haired genius. Of course, he could see why Bulma was so appealing, but he knew it would never go that far with himself and her.
"Life is so strange sometimes...But with all of us, connections made and relationships born, I think it will all come together one day," Goku said, the others quite astonished by his sudden deepness.
"Uhh...wow," breathed Krillin.
Yamcha smirked, his hand on Goku's shoulder,"I think you've just come up with the meaning of life."
Enter: Bulma Briefs /Location: East District
Sure, she was still boiling from the Prince's never-ending stubborness, but she felt her light grow light when she heard Goku's startling proclaimation. It did put a smile on her face, even after Vegeta managed to criticize, and quite negatively, her soups and other edible medleys for his 'minor' illnesses, as he referred to them. Everything he said and did made her roll her eyes exasperatedly.
But it was a wake-up call; she couldn't remember the last time any male had drove her this far up the wall. Maybe the class clown in kindergarten, but that was then. This guy should be much more mature than that at least.
And now, as she sat in the small kitchen of her mobile house contraption, she felt the now rare, momentary peace that she had missed so dearly over the span of time that this chaotic mess was made, but she knew it wouldn't last too long. Not for her. Not ever for her.
She looked down at her coffee as if she had just then noticed it, and in taking a sip, she also noticed that was cold. She set it aside, and laid her head down on the table, cradled by her folded arms that were on the table as well. Her eyes could not physically be opened, and that's when she realized how long it had been since she had last slept. Her head was filled with quick, almost blurry images of herself and Goku, young as ever, and then it skipped to her and Yamcha, her birthday party, rejecting Yamcha again after it, and lastly she saw herself lonely and waiting for someone in the dark, cold rain.
When she found herself in that dark, cold rain, she couldn't have been older than five. Suddenly, she grew taller, and some were at her side, but then they vanished when she grew taller yet again. And when she reached her tallest, some had tried for her, but they vanished in vain again. Tears seeped from her large eyes when she realized they could not reach her, she was helpless and now, only the enemies could reach up to her.
A muted scream escaped her silent lips when the enemy grabbed her arms, his grip gentle but persistent. He then shook her arms before she lost balance and fell, faster and faster with every passing, last second of her cherished life.
I'm stopping there, pplz. It was getting a tad bit long there. Anyway, please review, lots of effort with this, I'm just recovering from writer's bitching block. Plus, I would like to add that it took me a long time to get chap. 15 up there. One week, it was that I didn't have it ready. The next week, it had some server error or other. So I'm real sorry about that pplz.
Forgive me.
And review after you forgive me.
"The Jedi failed me, don't you fail me too,"- says the very sexy Anakin/Darth Vader from Star Wars 3, which if you do not see I will personally use my Z sword and-oops. Wrong weapon. . ...Never mind. (not sure if the quote is exactly correct, but too tired to find out. )
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