Seven months pregnant. To say Bulma was ready to have this baby would have been an understatement. Her belly was the size of a large pumpkin. Her breasts are now swollen and enlarged. There is now a constant back pain that kept Bulma on bed rest most days. The moods swings were gone, except the occasional frustration at not being as mobile as she was use to. Bulma could barely keep food down and she always had to pee. She spends most of her day in the bathroom. Vegeta is starting to be a little more attentive to Bulma's condition. She was looking paler and paler. Sleeping all day and not taking her meals. Vegeta knows that this pregnancy is closely coming to an end. What worried him was the outcome that could mean her death. She's been strong so far, but the further and further she gets into this pregnancy, her KI is dwindling.

Vegeta and Bulma sit outside the Capsule Corporation back yard, in the middle of the low cut green grass. The sun is up and the weather is a comfortable 70. He decided it was nice enough to take her outside and make her meditate with him. They sit side by side, eyes closed, and sitting in an Indian position, arms stretched palms up. Vegeta did this at times right after a severe training session and figured it could help Bulma. She was in constant pain and he figured this would be the best way to help her get learn a calming method during the birthing process. He peeks one eye open and watches her from his peripheral. Her brows are heavy with concentration, but as he looks down at her naked, swollen abdomen, and see's the movements of his son. He looks back at her face and can tell she is in pain, but trying her best to ignore. He smirks. She was a weak human, but proven more than once she is by far very strong where physical strength wasn't concerned. That is why he was so drawn to her. This woman would have made an exceptional saiyain woman. He stands up and stretches a bit. Bulma opens her eyes and smiles at him.

"Are we done?" She asks.

"Yes. I'm hungry and by the looks of your stomach, I can see the child is hungry as well." Vegeta answers.

He holds one hand out for Bulma. She puts her small hand into his large gloved one. He lifts her with ease. Despite Vegeta's short stature, he was well proportioned. Bulma noted the training was really doing his body well. She almost got horny looking at him. Vegeta pulls her to her feet.

"You need to eat more meat."

"What? I've been eating plenty." Bulma argues.

"No! You need to eat more! My son is half saiyain and he will need those nutrients at the time of his birth. Your body needs them as well."

"Time of his birth? Vegeta I still have two more months left."

"Be that as it may, you still need those nutrients."

Bulma holds up both of her hands in mock surrender.

"Okay, Okay! More meat!"

Vegeta swipes a gloved finger across her cheek. Then runs a hand through her new short mane. Bulma opted for a shorter cut a few weeks ago. She cut it neck length and loved the style right then. Vegeta really liked it as well. Well, he likes anything on Bulma.

"Good girl!" Vegeta says with a smirk. He and Bulma walk back towards the compound.

Bulma was beaming. Vegeta has been helping her immensely throughout the pregnancy. Sure he was a jack ass at times, and the first few months were a rough start, but things have calmed down some. Bulma especially missed all of her friends. Even Yamcha. Now all she had to do was prepare for her baby's birth.

Dr. Brief excitedly hangs up the phone and laughs happily. He couldn't have gotten better news. This is a dream come true. Some of the engineers look at the founder of Capsule Corporation expectantly.

"Everyone Capsule Corporation has made its way to nearly every city in America!" He announces.

All of the employers cheer happily. This was an extraordinary feat for Dr. Brief. His company was finally known around the world. He had to share this with Bulma. She was going to be so excited. Dr. Brief rubs the black cat on his shoulder lovingly.

"Ah, Kitty, our company is doing wonderfully and I'm about to have my first grandchild! So exciting!"

Bulma is so bummed she can't travel to the United States with her parents. The U.S. Government was giving him a very prestigious award for the great contributions to the technology world by Capsule Corp. products. One of the biggest awards that can be given. She can't quite remember which award, The Noble peace prize or something, but this was a once in a lifetime event for her family. Her parents are already in the midst of packing their bags and making travel arrangements to the states. Kami, she wants to go so bad! Bulma looks in her bedroom vanity at herself while she's thinking of these events. She is wearing a soft pink, sleeveless cotton dress. The middle of the dress bulges out in the middle. Bulma rubs her hands across her belly and can feel her son's powerful kicks against her palms.

"It's okay baby. Mommy loves you very much and can't wait to meet you." Bulma whispers to her son.

He couldn't wait to hold him and kiss him. Will Vegeta love his son as much as she will? Can he allow himself to love his son as a father loves his first son? Goku is such a wonderful father. She can't imagine Vegeta being that way, but she has no doubts he will love his baby.

As soon as Bulma enters the kitchen later on that evening, Vegeta is already seated at the table eating. Bunny is dancing around the kitchen happily with the doctor in tow. Vegeta rolls his eyes at their ridiculous display of affection. The Brief's just notice Bulma standing in the kitchen.

"Ah, pumpkin you're awake!" Mr. Brief exclaims.

"I was hoping I could say goodbye to my daughter and grandson before your father and I left!" Bunny chimes.

Vegeta instantly sits up when he hears that the Briefs are leaving.

"But, mom, dad? I thought you guys were leaving in five days?" Bulma says.

"Oh, your father is taking me sightseeing and shopping. Might as well have a bit of fun before the ceremony." Bunny sings.

"Honey do you want us to stay home? Are you feeling ill?" Dr. Brief asks.

"No, no! Nothing like that! I'm an adult, you guys have fun. When're you two leaving?"

"Our plane leaves in three hours."

Vegeta stands up suddenly. He looks horrified. Images from three months ago surface to his mind. The puking! Bulma's cooking!

"W-what am I going to eat? Who is going to cook?" Vegeta asks.

Bulma cuts her eyes at him evilly. He still hasn't gotten over that incident.

Bunny walks over to the fridge and opens it. She had the entire freezer and fridge stocked with plastic dishes.

"I made enough meals for you two to last until we come back home."

Vegeta sits back down and lets out a breath of relief. As he prepares to continue eating the delicious pot roast Mrs. Brief prepared, he notices his plate is gone. He looks confused for a second until he notices Bulma sitting across from him eating his food. His jaw drops open.

"Woman, how could you!"

Bulma sniffs disdainfully at him.

"Hmph! There's plenty of it in the fridge since you love my mother's cooking so much." Bulma snaps.

"Her food has never left me with my head down in the goddamn toilet!" Vegeta retorts.

Both parties stand up and stare daggers at one another from across the table.

"Oh my, a lover's spat. Look how in love they are!" Bunny chirps.

Vegeta blushes fiercely before turning his nose up in the air. He begins pacing to the kitchen exit. Bulma smiles, and continues eating his food. Suddenly a large jolt of pain hits her in her cervix, causing her to double over in pain. Never in a million years did she feel anything like this. Like, a knife being jabbed into her back and twisted slowly. She screams aloud. Mr. and Mrs. Brief rush to their daughter's side immediately. Vegeta is standing frozen in the doorway of the kitchen. He is watching Bulma with a panicked expression on his face.

"Oh, honey? Are you okay?" Bunny exclaims, rubbing her daughter's back soothingly.

"It's much too early for labor. Perhaps I can cancel the trip. We need to be here with our pumpkin, what if something happens?" Dr. Brief says.

Bulma waits for the pain to diminish before speaking up. Sweat beads form on her brow and she nearly bites through her tongue. She manages to lift her head long enough to make eye contact with Vegeta. What she sees in them almost stills her to the core. Fear, panic, helplessness. As quickly as it appears, it disappears. Vegeta leaves the kitchen, walking like someone in a trance. Bulma watches his retreat. The pain in her cervix wavers for a moment before it completely disappears. She sits up a little.

"D-Dad… you've waited… years for this opportunity! I insist that you go. I'm fine, just false labor pains."

"Oh no! I am going to stay here and take care of my little girl!" Bunny insists.

Bulma gently pats her mother's hand.

"Mom, I'm fine. Really I am. You two need to be there to represent the company. Trust me, I'll call you when there is an emergency. Vegeta's here, and Chichi is just a phone call away. If anything happens I'll be looked after."

The Brief's look hesitantly at one another. Their daughter is a strong, independent young woman. Never have they been as worried for her safety as they are now. This was her first baby.

"Daughter…Are you certain? You could come with us." Dr. Brief says calmly.

"I know, but I don't think I'm in any condition to be traveling. I will be fine!" Bulma assures her parents.

"Okay…" Dr. Brief agrees reluctantly.

"Make sure that sweet young man takes good care of you. He works so hard he may forget to. We still have a few hours until we leave so until then, it's bed rest for you young lady."

Bulma rolls her eyes.

Vegeta throws a series of kicks and punches at an invisible enemy inside the gravity room. He is perfecting his fighting style techniques. The saiyain prince moved with the grace of a dancer, but with the stealth of a predator. One more year before the androids. Two years and still he hadn't become a super saiyain. Two more months and his son would be born. Vegeta stopped his movements to catch breath. Sweat drips from his muscled form as he breathes deeply. He's distracted. Seeing Bulma earlier in pain like that… He was afraid. Afraid for the woman he was in love with and could be coming closer and closer to her demise. Why did she continue going through with this? Didn't she know how dangerous birthing a saiyain child is? Vegeta walks over to the monitor and increases the gravity pull. His entire body drops midway to the ground. The only thing he can see is Bulma's face. How the pain was etched across her features. She is in pain constantly and there isn't a damn thing he can do about it. Never in all his shit filled life, has he ever given a fuck about anyone but himself! Now all he can do is worry about the life of this human woman carrying his son! His heir! It wasn't worth her life. Vegeta can feel with gravity pushing down on his body. When did he get so weak?

The conference screen atop the gravity fixture, turns on. Bulma's face pops up on the screen. Vegeta inwardly curses to himself. He does need to see her face right now.

"Are you alright?" Bulma asks Vegeta.

He looks up at the screen from his crouched position.

"You're asking me?" Vegeta asks nastily.

"Yeah! In the kitchen, you looked—", Bulma began explaining before Vegeta rudely cuts her off.

"Never mind, woman! If that is all you want, you're wasting your time! I'm busy here."

There he goes again, putting up that wall, Bulma thinks to herself. He was too prideful to admit this pregnancy is just as hard on him as it is her.

"Vegeta…I'm scared." Bulma admits.

His features soften a bit.

"I know. Let me finish training." Vegeta says softly.

Bulma nods. The screen goes blank. He should punch himself. The woman just wanted some reassurance from him and he treats like she did something wrong. This whole situation is wrong. He deserved to have shit! Nothing but shit! Yet here he was with this beautiful, earth woman, who has awoken a heart he thought long dead. Vegeta began lifting his body up in down, doing pushups. He found that he was concerned about her safety. He worried for her, and that was not like him. She is doing something to him that excited him, frightened him, and angered him. When that baby is born then what? What is going to happen?

Bulma looks at her side table clock. It reads 11:56 p.m.. She sighs softly, her tiny hands folded over her swollen abdomen. Her parents left about three hours ago for the airport. She smiles to herself. Daddy is going to be so honored to be getting this award. He deserves this. Mom too. Bulma is consumed in her thoughts tonight. She stretches out a little on her king sized bed. She is wearing a sleeveless, green, bohemian dress met for outside wear. She is too lazy to walk over and put on a night gown. There is a constant pain in her cervix and back that makes it hard for her to move too much. Bulma doesn't think she is in labor. It is too early. Besides, she heard stories and read books about childbirth and none of what those women described would summarize what she is feeling. She doesn't feel like she is dying, but the pain is more agitating if anything. Like right now. The pain is dulling. Bulma sits up in bed and pulls out her, what to expect when you're expecting, book. She has nearly read the entire book. The scientist in her wanting to do her own research on childbirth. Even Vegeta read a few pages with her. This wasn't his thing though. Training, Training, Training! Bulma sighs. What does she expect? Him to act like Goku? Bulma giggles to herself. That would be a sight to see!

Just as she is nearing the part about what a mucus plug is, there is a slight knock on the door. No one else is home, so it can only be one other person.

"Yes, Vegeta?" Bulma calls.

The door opens slowly to reveal a freshly showered Vegeta. He is standing there with his dark hair standing up like a black flame, wearing nothing but a pair of black shorts. His body was built like a god's. Damn, he was so sexy, Bulma thinks. Thinking like that is why she is in this condition now. The book did say having sex was perfectly safe. As if he can sense what she is thinking, by the lustful look in those blue orbs of hers, Vegeta quickly shuts down any notions she is having about sex.

"I'm not here for that, woman! It's not safe during this juncture."

Bulma pokes her bottom lip out. Vegeta hates when she does that.

"It's perfectly safe! Sex is normal during pregnancy." Bulma argues.

"I know it is, but you are not experiencing a normal human pregnancy. Your body doesn't need any unnecessary friction right now."

Bulma hates to admit it, but he is right.

"So, what's up?" Bulma asks. Vegeta didn't usually come to her room unless they were having sex. His room is just down the hall so what did he want?

"I think it would be a good idea if I slept in here until your parents return."

"Why?" Bulma asks, hiding her excitement.

"Do you have to know every goddamn thing, Bulma? Move over!" Vegeta yells.

Bulma laughs aloud and excitedly makes room for Vegeta. He gets on the bed, throwing himself on his back. He stares up at the ceiling. Bulma smiles and goes back to reading her book. Vegeta shifts himself into a side position where he can look at Bulma. His eyes travel down to her stomach. Hesitantly, he places a calloused hand on her belly. Bulma is so startled by the contact, she drops her book on the floor. She looks at Vegeta, whose cheeks are a crimson red color.

"What are you doing?" Bulma asks.

"Nothing-The child is stressed." Vegeta says almost quietly.

"What? How can you tell?" Bulma asks.

"The movements. The KI I can feel from each movement. It's as if it's coming from you, but it is not yours. Is there a facility you can go to? One that handles situations such as this?" Vegeta asks.

Bulma smiles at him as if he were a child. She touches his hand that is still placed on her belly

"A hospital? Vegeta I'm not due for another two months. What is your problem lately? I'm starting to think you are getting nervous about becoming a dad."

Vegeta grunts.

"I do not get nervous! I'm telling you, that child is stressed!"

"Vegeta get a grip! I'm telling you it's too soon!"

Vegeta turns his back to her in an angry huff. Bulma stares at him in disbelief. Why was he acting like this. Bulma rolls her eyes and lay's down. He has been so paranoid lately. New dad jitters is all it is. Bulma snuggles into her pillow and closes her eyes. Having Vegeta sleeping beside her feels so right. It is very comforting. On the other side of the bed, Vegeta is wide awake. He is visibly upset. Bulma would not listen to reason. Maybe she is right. Shit, what the hell did he know about stuff like this anyway? She was the damn genius! Vegeta huffs to himself and closes his eyes.

Vegeta stirs in his sleep. Frieza is beatin him senseless. He can feel the bone crushing impact as Frieza drives his fist in the middle of his back. Over and over again his body thrusts forward with each hit. Blood spurts from his mouth. The pain is mind blowing. Searing hot pain. Frieza is relentless and will not stop. Vegeta is helpless as he is dangled by his neck in the air by Frieza's tail. He can hear it. That cruel laughter. He is now thrown violently to the dirt ground. Vegeta coughs up more blood and turns to his executioner. His eyes widen at the sight before him. Frieza has Bulma by the neck. Those cold, red eyes look at Bulma's frightened form and then back at Vegeta. His black lips stretch into the smirk he so loathed as a child. Bulma's blue eyes are wide with fear and panic. She looks at him. He looks at her.

"What did I tell you, Vegeta? I will destroy any and everything that you care about. You will always belong to me, little monkey prince!" Frieza hisses.

Vegeta can do nothing but watch in horror as Frieza uses his tail and drives the long, white appendage through Bulma's chest. Her mouth opens to a silent scream that never comes. Vegeta screams hatefully as Frieza allows her body to drop down to the ground. Her blood flows onto the ground. Her life force spilling from her. Frieza is laughing. Laughing! Vegeta screams as loud as he can.

Vegeta violently sits up in bed. His entire body is soaked in sweat. He is breathing deeply. It takes him a moment to realize he is not on Namek but in Bulma's bedroom. Something isn't right. Vegeta smells blood. A lot of it. He realizes the sheets under him are wet. Is it sweat? Did the woman wet herself again? Vegeta turns to wake up Bulma, but when he does he sucks in a sharp breath. She is lying there with a pained expression on her face. She seems to be straining. Vegeta is now concerned. Was he still dreaming?

"Bulma? What is wrong with you? What is it?" Vegeta asks.

Bulma looks at him as tears run down her face. She holds up a bloody palm and looks at him pleadingly.

"Help me, Vegeta. I think I'm going into labor." Bulma states painfully.

Vegeta's heart nearly jumps out of his throat. Kami! She said it was too soon! She said she still had two months left. Vegeta is now wondering if the dream is a foreboding of the events to come. Bulma is going to die. She is going to die and there isn't a damn thing he can do to stop it from happening.