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Warning:
-Some characters may seem OOC. But it depends on your POV. Personally I think they're not OOC, I'm just showing a side of them that they don't normally show. ;D
-This story is ORIGINALLY by TokyoHanon97.

2 months later

I finish the last sentence of my book before closing in. While looking into the sky, pass the glass barrier, I place my hand softly on my swollen belly. Slowly I rub it in a counter clock-wise motion. Under my palm I can feel the baby's movements; its kicks and moves in respond to my warmth. A small smile creeps up on my face.

I bring my attention back to the book I was reading; sliding my fingers smoothly across the cover. The gold letters sparkle under the sun's rays.

'Why can't my life be like the story in this book? Like a fairy-tale. It is—isn't it? I'm going to have a family; my prince and a child on the way.' I look down and smile at our child—my child. 'I live in a castle like a princess, so why do I feel like there's something wrong?'

The baby interrupts my thoughts when it throw a hard kick. I let a small chuckle escape my lips.

"What's wrong? Are you hungry again? Better not be, we just ate."

A cherry blossom flies down towards my tummy; soon it lands at its destination. I stare at it curious about where it has come from; soon I remember where I was sitting. Looking up I see a cheery blossom tree decorated nicely with pink flowers. Bringing my attention back to the cherry blossom flower on my belly I observed it with care. It's so delicate and meaningful. A small breeze takes the flower away from my grasp. I watch as it flies away.

The baby becomes restless; taking my boom I stand up and head towards the doors.

"Come on baby; let's go find another book to read."

Once out of the garden, I entered the dark yet candle illuminated halls of the castle. Like a child I run my fingertips against the designs on the walls. Soon I arrive to my destination; the library. Two weeks ago Vegeta noticed how bored I would get from being inside the castle. One night, before we went to sleep, he surprised me by giving me access to the library.

Pulling open the library's door I entered; shelves with books surrounded me completely.

'So many books, I can't wait to read them all.'

I return the book I just finished before going off to look for another.

After a while I find a book that interests me. The baby hasn't stopped moving for a while. I place my hand lightly on my stomach hoping to calm the baby down.

Slowly I walk down the spiral stairs; I'm careful not to trip over my dress. Looking around the bottom shelves I search for any book that can catch my interest. My fingers slide softly through every book spine; my eyes rapidly read every title. I stop when a black book with an intriguing title catches my attention; the title read Ex-terrestrial. Guessing it's a science-fiction romance book; I took it and began to read the first chapter. As I read the first chapter I walked around not knowing where I was going, soon I bumped into a wooden desk. My swollen belly bumped lightly against the side of the desk. Closing the book I turned my attention to the desk; it's Vegeta's desk. With two books in my hand, I slowly sit down on Vegeta's chair. Placing one of my books on the desk, I keep reading the one in my hand.

After a few minutes I feel the baby kick once more, immediately I stand up; in the process I accidentally knock over some papers and files. I silently cursed knowing my swollen belly won't allow me to picked them up so easily.

I take a firm hold on to the edge of the table; carefully and slowly I bend down to reach the papers. It took me a while before my finger tips were able to touch the edges of the papers. I stood back up when the weight of my stomach was bringing me to far down. Leaning against the desk I took some deep breaths before trying again. After what seemed hours I was finally able pick up all the papers.

After organizing them I opened the draws to find somewhere safe to put them.

'Why does Vegeta have all this stuff lying around? Honestly would it kill him to organize himself more? He is a King after all.'

While opening the drawer at the bottom right I was instantly drawn to a yellow file marked To Conquered. Curiously I reached out and took it; slowly opening it to see what it contained inside.

I sat down and began to look through the information. My curiosity soon turns into fear and confusing when as I kept reading. All the information was about us, the humans, and how to conquer the world. How to bring down our government. What weapons we had. Our weaknesses. Putting the folder down I took out the rest of the papers from with in the drawer. I found files on different people by the names of Kakarot, Piccolo, Yamcha, Krillin, Tien Shinhan and Yabjarob; all names which seemed familiar to me.

I look over one that caught my attention the most; Yamcha. Looking over his file he seems familiar and important to me somehow. I shook my head and put it the file to the side.

Confused more than ever I keep looking through the drawer. Once I reach the bottom of the drawer I begin to put everything back in its place; questions appear in my mind.

'Why does Vegeta have this information? Why do those people seem familiar Do I. . .know them? Why did I feel sad when I saw them marked as dead? What's going on?'

Curiosity takes over and I begin to look thought all the drawers. My worry and confusion has upset the baby for a while; I feel its constant movements in my stomach.

My search comes to a stop when I find a folder in the bottom left drawers; my name's written across the front. Instantly I pick it up and open it without hesitation.

Inside the folder I find a photograph of myself along with all my personal information. My eyes widen as I read all the information the folder has: the names of my parents, where I was born, where I went to school, my grades, my likes and dislikes, etc. I find more information as I flip through the pages. I scan through all the files and feel like I'm reading the story of my life. I take a quick glimpse at the drawer; a notebook catches my attention. I drop the file folder; it makes a light sound as it hits the desk. Slowly I reach out to the black notebook at the bottom of the drawer.

I stare at it as it sits on my hands; my right hand trembles as I slowly open it. I stop for a second when a voice in my head tells me that I shouldn't open it; my curiosity tells me other wise.

As I skim through the pages I notices it's a diary; each page containing a different day. I stop when my name appears for the first time.

Entry 115

Her name is Bulma Briefs. From now on she is will be working in my science department along with her father, Dr. Briefs. Her and her family arrived yesterday. Many say Dr. Briefs is a great scientist, but I will have to see it for myself. What still interesting me to know is what was she doing walking near my castle a few nights ago. In any case she seems to have caught my attention. Her rare blue hair seems to flow down her back like a water fall. On this planet I found that it's rare to see someone with hair so blue most people here tend to have black brown or blonde. After I first laid eyes on her I had the urge to run my fingers through her exotic hair. Everything about her seems to have caught my attention. She is so different from the others. When she first saw me she showed no sign of fear; it bothered me before but now it shows that she's fierce. In my mind I can't help but wonder why she does not fear me. She seemed to glare at me when we first met. Her blue eyes lite up as if they were two pairs of blue flames. I will just have to see for myself how fierce she really is.

As I read the entry if was almost as if Vegeta was reading it to me. I could image how he would change his tone in some sentences; showing interest and curiosity as I continued to the next entry.

Entry 116

It's only been five days but it I can't get her out of my mind. I find myself constantly think about her. Everything she does—every move she makes—seems to catch my attention. I find myself making stupid excuses so I can catch at least a glimpse of her. I hope this doesn't become a habit. It will be a problem if I'm distracted during my work.

Entry 117

I spoke to her. That insolent little girl is more fierce than I predicted. I had an encounter with her in the hallway on my way to the—now that I think about it I don't remember why I was going there in the first place—science lab. Suspecting her reaction would be fear, I was prepared to enjoy every minute of it; to my surprise she wasn't afraid. She glared at me before bowing her head. She should no sign of fear or worry under my presence, but I could tell she wanted to leave as soon as possible; the only question was why. As we spoke I noticed she never backed down; not once. She had an attitude every time she respond; every once in a while she would try to escape me. I found it interesting; It was like a game of cat and mouse. The fact that she tried to escape me yet showed no sign of fear only increased interest. In the end I got her to show me her fierceness.

Entry 118

I'm wide awake all because of her. It's official I can not get her out of my mind. Last night—more like a few hours ago—I had a dream with her. She was in a beautiful gown that showed off her curves perfectly. She was standing right in front of me. Then as she began to walk away I couldn't help to follow her. By the time I'm able to reach her I find myself in my room. I watch as she stand innocently leaning against the bed post. With a smirk on my face I walked over to her and pined her to the bed; she only smiled as I stared at her. It only took a few words for me to lose it all and make her mine. Oh how I longed to make her mine and only mine. As I kissed her I felt satisfaction in hearing her say my name. I wanted to consumer her all and just when I was about to—I woke up from the stupid dream! DAMN IT ALL! Know I know what I must do She WILL BE MINE.

Entry 119

I summoned her to the royal conference room and asked her to be my queen. But that ignorant little girl refused my proposal. HOW DARE SHE! I proposed to give her everything she would even need yet she still refused. She refused to be my queen. Her exact words were,"I will never be your queen." HOW DARE SHE?! I know I will make her my queen all she needs is time to consider my answer. I must be patient but I know she will be my queen. She will be mine.

Entry 120

DAMN IT ALL! I should have known! She dared to escape from my grasp! Run away she has and with none other than that weakling of a fool. I should have known! He is the reason she didn't want to be my queen! It all his damn fault! DAMN IT ALL! I was sure I had killed him off along with his comrades! He was too weak to even fight. But this time when I find them I will skin him alive and feed him to the mutts! What lies had he told my precious Bulma. What lies has he filled her head with?! DAMN IT! I will get my queen back and she will rule and bare my heirs. It's just a matter of time before I convince her to come back to me. Yes, I'll convince her. Then everything will be perfect. Then I will have her all to my self.

My precious Queen.

Let our little game of cat and mouse begin.

I begin to fill dizzy as questions fill my mind; it gives me a head ache and makes my baby turn unpleasantly in my belly. I place the journal on the table and keep looking through the drawers for more answers. Soon I come across more files. Opening the first one I instantly recognize they guy in the picture. He has black hair that points in different directions. His skin almost chocolate-brown. I reach over to a file labeled Kakarot and open it. The face of a man smiling cheerfully appears in the front.

I begin to look back and forth between Kakarot and Turles.

'They look very much alike. Why is that? Are they brothers? How come I recognize Kakarot? Did I know him?'

I scan Kakarot's file the feeling of dèja vu comes to me as look thought his information. After examining his information I turn my attention to Turles' file. After going over his personal information I find out he is a scientists—since he's file isn't marked as dead, I presume he is still alive—and invented many things. As I look over his invention something catches my attention. I look over the small blue prints of a reprogramming machine. After examining the blue prints I looked over and found a note. It contained information about the machine.

Reprogramming

How to use:

First place the person who you wish to be reprogrammed in the specially designed chair. As you can see there are straps available to strap them in if needed to. The program will start by showing the information need to reprogram the victim. The computer will repeated to the victim until they get it right. If they refuse to repeat the information—or the information is not repeated correctly—the computer will send ten or fifteen, depending on how much they can take, never enough to kill them, volts of electricity through their body. The computer will continue until the victim finally gives in and repeats the information correctly. Once the victim has repeated the information enough time they must repeat it ten times before the process is complete. It's all a state of mind really. The machine works so it can make anyone thing what it wants. It's designed to make the victim fight against their own brain, in a way they brain wash themselves.

—Dr. Turles

While I read the entry small memories came to me as if haunting me. Everything Turles wrote about the process of reprogramming I seemed to remember; every step from beginning to end.

'What. . what is this?'

My eyes widen as I read all the information about the reprogramming machine.

'Why does Vegeta have all this information? Why do all those people seem familiar to me? Do. . .I know them? What use does Vegeta have for that reprogramming machine? What's going on?'

Fear, confusion, shock and millions of questions fill my head. I stop my investigation when I feel an unexpected wave of pain hits me hard. A small cry escapes my lips; warm liquid begins to slide down my legs.

'Really? Now? You couldn't have picked a better time could you?' The only responses I get is another contraction. Hoping it would calm the baby down, I place my left hand on my stomach. Quickly I put all the files before another contraction hits. Once everything was back in its place, I grab my books and walk towards the door.

'You had to choose now didn't you?'

Any thoughts about the mysterious documents, papers and files disappear from my mind as I make my way to the door. The only thing on my mind now is to get myself to the infirmary. I lean against the closest thing to me as I walk; I find myself leaning against the walls for support. With my right arm holding on to the wall and my books , I use my left to hold and confer my enormous belly. Sweat forms on my forehead from my struggle against the pain. A third contraction hits causing me to fall to the floor. Unable to hold it in much longer I let out a cry of pain; it's unbearable.

Sitting down on the floor I look towards to the door; it's so close to my reach but I'm sure I won't make it to the infirmary. Leaning against the wall I think of only one possible solution to my situation. Taking a big breath of air into my lungs I prepare myself to scream.

"HELP!" I listen as my voice echos throughout the library; bouncing off the walls and bookshelves. My breathing increases along with the pain; a few strands of hair begin to stick to my face.

'I'm in a damn castle filled with hundreds-no maybe thousands-of workers and no one can hear my scream?! Sounds like a horror film.' I turn my gaze to the door; it's closed shut.

'Damn.'

Knowing I would have to open it, I prepare my legs to hold me up. Carefully and slowly I walk to the door; still leaning against the wall and holding on to my books. I'm lucky enough to make it to the door before another contraction hits causing me to fall to my knees.

'It's okay honey, mommy will get us someone to help us.'

I let go of my books and extend my right arm to the door knob; my fingers tips barely touch the golden knob. My strength fails me and I pull it down; somehow I mange to open it. I sit on my knees knowing they will fail me as well any minute now; I send out one last cry for help before they do.

"SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME! HELP!" My words echo though the hallways along with a painful grunt. I use my arms to hug my swollen tummy. My lower area burns and begins to pulse; I can no longer take the pain.

Carefully I lay down on the floor and hope someone heard me. My azulic hair falls to my face: using my sweat as glue it sticks it's self to my face. My muscles scream out to me in pain: my legs feel like jello.

"It's okay baby." I barely have any strength to breath. "Mommy"—the room seems to move all around me—"will. . .get some. . ."—I can no longer keep my eyes open—". . .help," I whisper softly as the darkness consumes everything around me;I hear footstep coming my way and a familiar voice call out to me before I blackout.

Iris bows once I dismiss her from my office. Once she leaves I my full attention to Dr. Gero, the head scientist of the science department.

"What is it that you wish to speak to me about Dr. Gero?" Gero bows before responding.

"I came to inform you about the progress of the inventions that you requested."

"Ah yes, how is everything in the lab?"

"Everything is going well, but there are some materials that we need more of." Dr. Gero hands me a few documents with the materials each invention needs.

"Very good, looks like everything is going well." A smirk of satisfaction appears on my face.

"Yes it seems so Dr. Turles also send me to talk to you about the Rebels." My smirk disappears when he brings those insolent morons up. A few days after I had finally obtained my precious queen I found out there are groups of rebels who dare defy my power. I assigned Turles and élite solider to take care of rounding them up and reprogramming them. They have been a pain in the ass in the past couple of mouths. It has become somewhat of a challenge rounding them up.

"What reports do bring Dr. Gero?" Dr. Gero noticed my slight anger. He turned to his digital board and tried to hide himself from my glare.

'Coward.'

"We have located three groups: one in Dragon City and two in Iceland Valley. We are looking for the groups in Hercules, Compton and Saiyan City."

"What?! There are some here? In the capital?" I raise my voice causing the him to back up slightly in fear.

"It appears so My King. Because we've captured more groups we've noticed they are larger than we expected." I let out a low frustrated growl.

"Do tell, Doctor, how larger did you expected." I ask as I stare straight at him.

"We expected at least ten or less. They're at least ten or fifteen more we are not exactly sure at the moment."

'Ridiculous how my men can't find those bastards; especially if they are just "a few more" than expected. IDIOTS!' My anger and grows with the simple thought. I try to think of a solution when there is a knock at my door; I sense it's an élite soldier.

"Come in." Dr. Gero and I watch as the élite soldier enters. He bows in my presence as he greets us.

"I apologies for interrupting but I have important news for his Majesty."

"Speak, what is so important that you must interrupt my meeting with Dr. Gero?"

"Again, I am truly sorry your Majesty but I'm afraid that news I bring is far more important."

He's mumbling begins to annoy me, "Well what is it?"

'This idiot is just wasting my time.'

Just as I was about to tune him out he's words catch my attention.

"The queen is in labor."

"What?" I bring my full attention to him, completely taken by surprise.

"She is in the infirmary as we speak."

Immediately I rise from my seat and, before walking to the door, I turn to Dr. Gero.

"Inform Turles that we shall speak of the matter at hand later."

"Yes your Majesty." Dr. Gero bows before following me out my office.

Ignoring everyone around me I make my way to the infirmary.

'Finally she's in labor. I will have my heir. The day has finally arrived.'

Finally I arrive at the infirmary immediately everyone bows in my presence. Before I walk to the information desk a nurse walks up to me. She bows in my presence before directing me to the royal labor room; soon we arrive. Once again the nurse bows before leaving to attend other patients.

I reach my hand out to open the door. Once I open it I feel somewhat blinded by the light of the room. Once my eyes adjust themselves I look at my surroundings. The whole room is white. The wall has different machines connected to it; they make little to no sound. Kwash bows as I enter walk closer to my queen. Then I see her, my precious queen laid unconscious on the bed; white sheets keep her covered as she sleeps.

I watch as she sleeps; her chest rises and falls with each breath. The blue hair that I love so much expands across the white pillow; some are sticking to her face. Her face looks so peaceful, angelic and sweet; an angel she is, sent to me from the heavens.

'I wonder, if I reach out to her will she disappear?'

Behind me I hear the door click and someone enters. I sense their presence is weak so I don't bother wasting my Ki to see who it is; I can sense them bowing before me as they greet me.

"Your Majesty." I turn and find Dr. Paris with his clip board; with my arms crossed under my chest I note his presence. "It seems the queen had entered into labor about an hour ago. Kwash brought her in just a few minutes ago." I look over to Kwash; he nods in responds to what the doctor had just said.

'I'll ask him what happened later.'

"When will she give birth Doctor?"

Dr. Paris looks at his clip board as if searching for the answer.

'Please how hard is it to answer a stupid and simple question?'

"I'm afraid to say she's not ready yet her dilation is two. It is best if her dilation is at ten before she can give birth." I look away for a moment and begin to think.

'She's not ready yet. She's still dilated at two. Damn. Here I was hoping she would give birth any minute now.' I look over to my queen then back to the doctor.

"How long do you think it will take for her to be ready?"

"I'm not sure you Majesty. It could take hours or minutes. It all depends on the baby." Both of us turn to look at Bulma. She sleeps peacefully, almost as she can't even hear us talking. "When she arrived we gave her some medicine to help with the pain. She's been asleep ever since."

"Doctor we need you in room 123," a voice from the doctor's communicator interrupted the silence. I watched Bulma as Dr. Paris responded to the emergency call.

"I'll be right there." Dr. Paris bowed before excusing himself; I just watched Bulma.

After the door clicked, announcing that the doctor had left, I turn to look at Kwash. He's sitting on a chair to the fair corner of the room; immediately he rises from his seat.

"What happened?" I ask in a serious tone.

"I'm not entirely sure your Majesty. I was walking down the halls when I hears someone scream out for help. I followed the cry for help and found myself heading to the library. The door was slightly open so I entered and found her majesty laying unconscious on the floor. Immediately I picked her up and brought her here as soon as possible. She was in a lot of pain."

I look over to Bulma; she's in deep, it's difficult to believe that she was in any kind of pain.

"The good thing is that I was able to get her here in time. She collapsed because of the pain."

"Hn." I respond; my eyes do not leave her. "Thank you, you maybe excused. I wish to have some alone time with her."

"As you wish your Majesty." Kwash bows before exiting the room.

Once the door clicks, announcing Kwash has left the room, I turn my attention to my sleeping beauty. I watch as she sleeps soundly and peacefully on the hospital bed. Slowly I walk closer to her and take a seat on the chair to her right. I watch as her chest rises and falls slowly under the covers. I lean in closer to her and brush some hairs away from her face. Her dormant form makes her looks so fragile and harmless.

Carefully I brush her cheek with my index finger. Oh how many night's I've watched her sleep yet I know I'll never grow tired of it.

I look over to her stomach and gently place my hand over it. Under my palm I can feel the offspring's movements. I can feel how it moves with desperation to come into this world.

'Patience my child. Soon you'll be able to see the world that I have created for you.'

My attention goes back to my queen. Oh how I yearned for this day; to see her lying here ready to give birth to my offspring. A smirk of satisfaction grows on my face. Even thought I know it isn't time yet, impatience grows deep within me. The urge to see my offspring grows immensely.

Leaning in to my queen's ear I whisper to her, "Soon our child will be born. You have done an excellent job so far my Angel." I give her a small yet sweet kiss on the cheeks before leaning back into the chair.

I close my eyes as my mind begins to wander and think about my current pest problem. As I try to figure out a way to reduce the rebels into dust I hear a faint and familiar moan; immediately I open my eyes.

Bulma sweats causes more of her hair to stick to her face. Slowly she begins to toss and turn; her moans become louder and painful. Her face shows pain and anguish. After a few seconds I press the emergency button and hope the doctor returns soon.

Her breathing becomes irregular as her moans turn into groans. Her hands grip the sheets as she toss and turns. Once she can't hold in the pain any longer she lets out an ear full of a scream.

After a few minutes I can no longer take her scream and cover my ears. As if on cue the doctor and his assistants come in. I watch as they desperately try to calm her down. Knowing there was nothing I could do right now, I fold my arms in front of my chest and lean against the wall. For some reason I become impatience and irritated; I tap my fingers lightly against my elbows.

After five minutes they are able to calm Bulma down; she's stopped screaming but to me she still looks like she's in pain. I watch as she lays in pain on the hospital bed.

I walk up to Dr. Paris. He notices me walking towards him and bows in my presences. I ignore him completely and get to the point.

"What the happened?" I didn't even notice the anger in my voice until the entire room went silent. The doctor looked at me with fear to speak.

He cleared his throat before responding, "Well you see my King, her dilation has just dropped but it was to fast and that's what caused her painful contractions."

"Hn. What's her dilation?"

"It's at four your Majesty."

"Hn. I'm guessing she'll soon be ready to give birth right?"

"Right now, no. Any time soon, we're not sure. It would be best if she was at ten. It will be, somewhat, easier for her to give birth when the time comes."

I feel a low frustrated growl come from my chest.

'Damn, she's not ready to give birth yet she's in a great deal of pain. Hopefully this won't become a problem later.'

"Your Majesty," Doctor Paris pulls me away from my thoughts when he calls my name; I look at him ready for his comment, "we have a situation."

"What is it now?"

"There is a chance that each time her dilation drops she will feel horrible contractions."

I turn my attention to her and watch as she sleeps. Her facial expressions show pain and frustration.

"Do you know when it will happen?"

"Sadly, no your Majesty."

"Hn." I watch as sweat forms on her forehead and eyebrows. Slowly she moves her head as if asking someone to stop the pain; her hands clutch the white sheets that cover her. "You are dismissed I will call you if anything goes wrong." Everyone bows before leaving the room.

Slowly I walk as close to her as I can, gently I place my hand on her belly. I can feel the child's movements in her womb.

"Looks like you're a bit more trouble than I anticipated."

Darkness.

Pain.

Confusion.

I'm on the follow sitting on my legs wondering where I am.

'Where am I?'

Slowly I stand up and take in my surroundings. All around me there is nothing but darkness.

'What is this place?'

"Bulma." Before I can make another move I hear someone calling out to me.

"Who's there? Who are you? Where are you?"

I began to panic as I turned all around looking for the owner of the mysterious voice.

"Oh poor Bulma, she's so stupid enough to fall to such a low trick."

"Who are you!? Show yourself! I'm not scared of you!"

As I search I begin to feel a great pain all over my body; instantly I scream and fall to my knees. My lower area, all the way down too my feet, burned more than hell itself. My screams grow as I clutch my stomach. I close my eyes in hope that the pain will go away.

"Poor little helpless Bulma."

"Shut up." I whisper beneath my breath. "Just shut up. Leave me alone." Immediately a very familiar pain hits me causing me to scream in terror. While I curl my self into a ball I feel hands trying to grab me; I scream even louder. I force my legs to hold my body weight up, once I'm up I run away from the mysterious hands. Unwillingly I open my eyes and look behind me; giant hands that appeared out of nowhere try to grab me. I scream and run until my legs can't hold my weight or the pain.

Soon I find myself, once again, on the floor surrounded by darkness. The pain in my lower body burns and aches.

"Someone help me, please make it stop. Help me. It burns." Tears begin to roll down my cheeks as I call for help.

"You caused this on yourself." As I cry I notice a pair of black boots directly in front of me; slowly I raise my head. Through my tears I'm only able to see a figure in front of me; its arms rest on its hips. "We both know you won't solve anything crying your eyes out like an idiot."

Immediately stand up at its rude comment, "Excuse me but I am in PAIN."

The figure walks away slowly, taking its sweet ass time. "Oh really? You don't seem like you're in pain." I was about to follow when I noticed it was right. The horrifying pain was gone completely; vanished as if it was never there.

"Who are you?" I ask as I walk towards the figure. As I get closer to the figure I notice she has long blue hair.

'What the hell? Don't tell me she's—'

The figure turns and faces me; a devilish smile forms on her lips. "I'm you of course."

"What the hell do you mean you're me? Where the hell am I?" Slowly I walk closer to her.

"You should know the answer to both of those questions."

"You aren't making my situation any easier." She shrugs before beginnings to walk around in circles.

"I'm not the one who made all this difficult for you in the first place."

"What are you talking about? Who made what difficult for me? Who are you?"

She stops and stares at me; her facial expression shows she's irritated. "Who are you, who are you, who are you. What is this Alice in Wonderland?"

"I don't know you should know." She sends me an irritated and pissed off look before responding.

"You wanna know who did this to you? Then you must remember what is forgotten."

"Remember what is forgotten? How can you remember what is forgotten?"

"Well remembering duh."

"Okay now you're just confusing the hell out of me. What are you my subconscious?" Instead of responding she just looks at me as if I was stupid; I glare back. "If you're my subconscious then that means we're in. . ."

"Wow, looks like some can add one plus one."

"You're some pissed off subconscious." My subconscious shrugs before walking away.

"Hey! Where are you going?" I roll my eyes at her childish attitude.

'Wow, am I really like this?' Shrugging off the thought I decide to follow my subconscious. As I walk closely behind her I notice the change in the surroundings; from a dark abyss to a clear blue beach.

Finally she stops and I stand a few feet away from her.

"Where are we?"

"The beach duh, you know what the beach looks like right? Or have you forgotten that too?"

"No." I instantly respond; she just smiles.

"Good you'll need it to remember."

"Why can't you just tell me. It seems to me that you know a lot more than me."

"I'm your subconscious; I can't know what you don't."

"So why are you so eager for me to remember."

"Because it's necessary for you to remember." I stare at her; she glares at me. "Let's just put it this way, I'm just here to show you the way not tell you everything. That you must do on your own."

"Alright so lead the way."

"I already did but it seems you're too stupid enough to figure the rest out on your own." I take a step back at he responds.

'One minutes she's offering help then the next she's calling me stupid. What the hell?'

"I'm sorry, it's not my fault I can't remember anything."

"Oh yes it is. You were to stupid enough to get caught."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You don't even remember that little house out in the ocean do you?"

My subconscious points out to the ocean; in the middle of it is a small house on its own island.

"It seems. . . . . familiar."

"No it doesn't because you can't remember anything. You let yourself be caught and now you're too weak." My head begins to throb causing my hands to reach up towards it. "Look at you. You're already getting a headache from thinking to hard. All you are is a blue hair bimbo who does what she's told."

"Shut up!" I yell as I fall to my knees. My whole body begins to burn; the pain comes back.

"Oh don't think you're so bad-ass just cause you have a bit of attitude."

"SHUT UP!" I yell as I close my eyes and try to concentrate.

'It's that house. Right after I saw it the pain came, why? What's going on?'

I am pulled away from my thoughts when I feel her presences right next to me.

"You know what disgusts me the most?" I try to ignore her and focus on remembering but her voice is the only thing I can hear. "What disgusts me the most is that you let that monster touch you; you gave in to him. You let him break you. You aloud him to make you weak. You disgust me." She comments before walking a few steps away.

All the muscles in my body ache and burn; I curl myself into a ball as I sit on my legs. All around me the scenery begins to crumble; the waves roar with anger crashing against the sand.

"I knew I shouldn't have brought you here. You're too weak to remember. You've already fallen at the beast's hand. You're the beast slave. You're too we—"I cut her off when I look up and glare at her.

"Enough! I'm not weak and if you just shut up for a minute, I'll be able to figure this out!" I yell.; instantly our surrounding changes. I take a few look and noticed we're on the other side of the ocean; we're on the island in the middle of the ocean in front of a pink house.

My subconscious does nothing but smile.

"Go on then." She replies as she nodes to the front door of the house.

Slowly I reach my hand out for the door knob but it's too far, or at least that's what it seems.

"What's wrong?" She asks. "Too weak to even touch a door knob?Or is it that you're scared. You can always turn back. You don't have to do this." I stare at the door knob as I listen to her cruel words. "If you're not much of a coward and a weakling you can turn back. You can live the rest of your life knowing that you're too weak. So weak that you fall into that beast's arms for comfort, disgusting! You make me sick, can't do anything by yourself can you? Always have to have someone do it for you, everything!"

As she practically yells at me. The pains grow along with the roars of the ocean.

"You're a little weakling who can't do shit for herself! Go on! Get out of here! Leave! Leave you weakling!" I didn't notice until it was too late. Her hand struck me; easily I fell to the floor like a rag doll. The pains increased ten folds when my back made contact with the sand. My hand goes directly to my burning cheek; tears threaten to fall. Looking at her I notice a big red make on her left cheek; it almost seems to throb from the pain. She glares at me as if I was trash.

"I said get out of here you weakling!"

"No!" I instantly respond.

'I've had enough of this.'

"I've had enough of your fuck'en shit!"

"Oh really?" She asks sarcastically.

"Yes! I'm not a weakling!"

"Yes! Yes you are! What are you doing here? You aren't who you say you are! You're too weak to do this. To weak to know the truth! Who are you, you weakling?" I was about to respond when she cut me off.

"WHO ARE YOU?!" She practically growls at me.

"I AM BULMA BREIFS AND I AM NOT WEAKLING!" Immediately I stand up and glare at her.

"I am Bulma Breifs! I am strong enough to know the truth. I AM STRONG ENOUGH!" I yell at her face.

Everything around us crumbled to the ground but I pay no attention to it; I just glare at her. Her frown turns into a smile as she disappears. To my right I hear the creak of a door. Before she disappears completely she whispers something to me. Once she's gone I turn my attention to the open door. Accepting the invitation I walk towards it and enter.

I hear the door close behind me as I walk into the house.

Into the depths of my mind.

I watch as my queen begins to wither and moan in pain. Instantly I call the doctors.

'Damn, where are the stupid doctors?' I wonder after five minutes.

Bulma's pressure rises along with her temperature. It's only been an hour since her last contraction yet once again she's tossing and turning. I get frustrated when her moans turn into groans.

'Damn where are they?' I wonder as my patience becomes a speck of dust.

I watch as Bulma's hands grip the bed sheets causing her knuckles to turn the same color. I stand next to her and watch as my angel suffers.

'Damn! Where are those motherfu—'

As if on cue, the doctor and his crew burst through the door; immediately surrounding Bulma.

"Nurse Amy what are is her dilation?"

"It's at eight—no wait its dropping down to nine." Pissed off more than ever I walk towards Dr. Paris.

"What the hell is going on Doc?"

"It seems her dilation is dropping faster than we expected. The contractions are hitting harder as well we—" The doctor's words were cut off when Bulma began to scream. We all turn to her; she's sitting up, eyes closed, screaming her throat out. Everyone rushes to her and tries to set her down on the bed. As she screams she struggles to get out of their grip. After spending a few minutes trying to pin her down Nurse Amy—I believe that's her name—injects her with an orange liquid.

"What the hell did she do to her?" I ask; Bulma immediately fell to back to the bed after the injection. She seems, once again, asleep yet her facial expressions still show signs of pain.

"She gave her a strong amount of pain-killer. It will keep the pain away for at least and hour. Meanwhile we'll get everything ready for the birth of the child."

"She'll give birth then?"

"Yes, her dilation just dropped all the way to nine. Sh-" Bulma's groans cut the doctor off. I turn my attention to her, she's toss her head from side to side in frustration. After a few seconds her breathing becomes irregular once again. I watch as she struggles to catch her breath.

"Someone. . . Help me. . . it burns." she whispers; only I am able to hear her.

"Oh no, this isn't good." Doctor Paris says. "The pain-killer was supposed to keep her pain away for at least thirty minutes. This is bad. Nurse Amy get everything ready quickly." Nurse Amy immediately runs out of the room followed by two other nurses.

As the doctor mumbles about what process must be done I walk up to Bulma. Standing next to her I notice the sweat that is, once again, building up on her forehead. I notice her face is somewhat pale.

Bothered by my new discovery I take off my glove and reach down to touch her forehead. Placing my palm carefully over her forehead I take her temperature. I frown deeply when I feel the intense heat under my palm.

'Damn she has a fever.'

After putting my glove back on I walk to the doctor.

"She has a fever." I announce causing the doctor to drop everything. Worried, he runs to Bulma's side and takes her temperature. He places his palm on her forehead for only a second before pulling away alarmed.

"My good lord! She's burning up!" Doctor Paris reaches down to his communicator. "Nurse Amy bring some ice packs. I fear the queen has a fever."

"Yes sir."

Meanwhile the doctor goes wets a clean cloth with cold water and hands it to me.

"If you don't mind, your majesty, could you place this on her forehead? It might help with her fever. I must go and see if everything is ready." I take the cloth from his hand; immediately he heads to for the door. Once he's gone I turn my attention to Bulma. Once again I see her in the same state; filled with pain and suffering.

Carefully I place the cold, wet cloth on her forehead as I sat next to her. As I watch her suffer I notice her shaking hand lying on top of the sheets. I begin to stare at it and wonder what I should do. The idea of holding her hand comes to mind. Before I can make up my mind the doctor and his crew come in.

Doctor Paris begins to give orders to the nurses; they quickly take their post.

"Okay first we'll have to give her some medicine for th—" The doctor was interrupted when Bulma let out loud a groan; the small cloth falls of her forehead.

"Dr. Paris her dilation has lowered down to ten." Nurse Amy announces.

"Damn." The doctor cursed under his breath. "Alright looks like we'll have to get ready for a c—"

"Where. . . . . .where are. . .ar—" A familiar but faint voice asks.

"You're Majesty, your Majesty, can you hear me? You're at the hospital."

"Why. . . "

"You're in labor your Majesty."

As Bulma turned from left to right, her eyes opened only half way before closing again.

"Nusre Amy is everything ready for the cesarean section?"

"What?" I ask, almost shocked.

"I'm sorry your majesty," Dr. Paris bows to me, "but I'm afraid a cesarean section will be best for the situation."

'Damn.'

"I'm sorry you majesty, I know you wanted a natural birth but—"

Bulma's screams in pain; immediately Nurse Amy goes to her side.

"Doctor we don't have time to do a cesarean section. It's time."

"What? How can it be time? She's unconscious."

"No doctor she's not." The nurse's comment is followed by Bulma's scream. Dr. Paris stands there, shocked. "Dr. Paris what do we do? Doctor." The nurse asks as Bulma keeps screaming; Dr Paris does nothing.

'That's it I've had enough.'

Annoyed I walk to the doctor and slap him across the face. He blinks a few times before I pull him but the hem of his shirt; now face-to-face I whisper to him.

"Listen up you piece of scum you are supposed to be the best doctor that is the only reason why I gave you this opportunity My wife, your queen, is suffering and you're just standing here like a compete moron. You better get your act together before I blast you into limbo." I stare him down yet he does nothing. "I'm going to count to three if you don't take the stupid look off your moronic face and help my wife give birth," I glare right into his soul, "you will wish you were never born." The doctor's eyes widen in fear. "One. . ." I let go of his shirt and let him fall to the floor. ". . .two. . ."

Doctor Paris recomposed himself and brings to give orders.

"Nurse Vivian and Natalia get everything ready for the baby's arrival." Immediately the nurses left to do their job. "Nurse Amy I'll need your help here."

"Yes doctor." Nurse Amy positions the bed so Bulma is no longer laying down but slightly sitting up.

"Your Majesty I need you to stay by her side." I say nothing as I go and stand next top Bulma, who is now groaning in pain. "My Queen can you hear me?" Bulma seems to groan in responds. "Your Majesty I need you to push, can you do that?" Once again Bulma groans and the doctor takes it as a yes. "Ready one. . . .two. . .three. . push!"

Immediately Bulma screams. Her hands reach upwards and look for something to take hold of.

"You're doing great your Majesty. Again, one. . . two. . .three. . push." His words are followed by Bulma's scream of struggle and pain. Sweat begins to form on her forehead, soon she looks drenched with sweat. As I watch her I don't notice her hand holding mine; grabbing on to it with all its strength. When I finally notice I stare at her pale and fragile hand. Making up my mind I take her hand in mine.

"Again, one. . .two. . . three. . . push!" The doctor's words seem to fail away as I watch her give birth to my child. Each time she screams she pulls herself up. When she comes back down she struggles to take breaths of air. Her grip on my hand tightens with each scream.

As I watch her I'm bewitched by her beauty and strength. Once again she screams yet in my eyes she's a goddess.

'She seems so weak yet right now she shows how strong she really is. I was right, no one but her is fit for the job of birthing my heir.'

". . . .weak. .. " I hear her whisper. Curious to what she said I lean in a little to listen to her. "I'm not weak. . .I . . ."

"Again, one. . .two. . .three. . push!"

"I'm not weak." She says before doing as the doctor asked and screaming her lungs out.

"That's it. We're almost there. Keep pushing you majesty."

"No. . . . I've . . .had. . enough. " she says before pushing once again; her grip on my hand tightens.

'She is stronger than I thought. Her grip is strong for a human.'

"You're almost there. Keep pushing. Just a little more." The doctor encourages her; I can sense the child's ki.

'Yes! I can sense our child.'

"Your Majesty," The doctor's voice pulls me away from my thoughts. " I need you to encourage her so she can push the baby out."

I don't respond and the doctor goes back to doing his work.

". . .I'm not weak. . ." she is able to say for a few seconds before screaming and sending another push.

"The baby's almost here. Just keep pushing your majesty."

"I'm not a weakling. . ." Bulma struggles to speak out her mind. Slowly I lean in to whisper in her ear.

"You are not weak." I whisper in her ear. "You are strong enough to bear my child. You can do this. Show them that you're the best. Prove to them that you can. Prove to them that you aren't weak."

"I am strong. . . " she whispers.

"Are you? Are you strong enough?" I asked

"I AM STRONG ENOUGH!" She yells before giving one last effort. For a moment I am completely amazed by her. Bulma gives a sigh of relief and falls down to the white pillow behind her; for a moment there is a silence in the room.

The silence does not last long for it is soon followed by the cry of an infant.

"You Majesty." Doctor Paris calls out to me. Gently, I let go of Bulma's hand and face him. Nurse Amy walks towards us with my heir in her arms. She smiles at me as she hands me my child. "Congratulations, it's a boy."

A smirk appears on my face as I take the boy in my arms. I pull gently the white blanket off his face. He's cries become louder until I take the blanket off his face. Immediately he stops crying and stares at me; I'm amazed. The moment I had been longing for is finally here. I stared at my first-born; he seems so small and fragile.

'Lavender hair? Blue eyes? Unique traits, must have come from his mother. No matte, he shall make a great heir to the throne. My son.'

I look over to My queen who seems to be in deep slumber; the child once more began to cry. Carefully, still holding my son, I lean in to whisper into my queen's ear.

"You did well my love. You are strong enough to bare my child. You shall be greatly rewarded my angel." I smirk as I stare at my beautiful blue sleeping angel. Unable to resist I steal a kiss from my sleeping maiden.

So? What do you think? I'm sorry that I took sooooo long. I could go on and on about my excuse and reason to why I couldn't update. But I won't cause the bright side is that I could finally could! I could also say that I am sorry from the bottom of my heart but, my heart has no bottom. It's endless. Anyways on to business. . . that baby's born! Awwww! \(^_^)/ Looks like something's going on that Vegeta doesn't know about. . . .

Vegeta: What the hell are you talking about?

Lilly Moonlight: Noooooothing. Hey Vegeta now that you're here don't you want to say anything to our readers?

Vegeta: No.

Lilly Moonlight: Are you sure?

Vegeta: Ye— No wait I do want to say something. Please forgive this poor ignorant moron for she is too busy doing slave for me.

Lilly Moonlight: Ye—No! Aren't you going to wish them a Merry Christmas?

Vegeta: Is that why you're dressed like that?

Lilly Moonlight: *looks down to her Christmas dress* Yes.

Vegeta: No. I won't do it.

Lilly Moonlight: Aww! Come on! It's CHRISTMAS! *Puppy eyes*

Vegeta: Hn. . .

Lilly Moonlight: Please *puppy eyes*

Vegeta: Fine but stop making that ugly face.

Lilly Moonlight: You know you love it.

Vegeta: In your fuck'en dreams.

Lilly Moonlight: Yea. . . *Day Dreams*

Vegeta: Merry—*Lilly transforms him into an elf outfit*— Christmas. Hey! What the f*ck?!

Lilly Moonlight: MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! This is my chirstmas present to you! The update and Vegeta's wishing you a merry christmas in an elf outfit. I'll try to update on new years, wish me luck.

Vegeta: You're dead!

Lilly Moonlight: Time to run, Good thing I'm not wearing heels. (^_^)