CHAPTER 15-Water Water Water Water SPILL!
TRUNKS-"How's everything going in here?"
ME-"Just getting all of the cooking stuff ready." *pulls out big knife and begins sharpening*
TRUNKS-"Don't forget the sauce."
ME-"I won't."
TRUNKS-"You have to pre-boil it if you want it properly cooked."
ME-"Already on it." *switched the stove on*
TRUNKS-"What about-"
ME-"I know."
TRUNKS-"But-"
ME-"No."
TRUNKS-"Yes."
ME-*Turns around and touches knife to Trunks' throat* "Do you want to run my kitchen? Because I'm thinking we have a lavender flambé tonight!"
TRUNKS-"No, you're doing fine."
BOBO-"Bobo?"
TRUNKS AND ME-"Go away Bobo!"
ME-"DISCLAIMER-I make no claims to ownership of Dragonball/Z/GT. I only own Kentana."
Kentana was in the gravity chamber doing many push-ups at an intensive gravity level she didn't even know. Vegeeta set the computer to keep increasing as they went. She stopped paying attention around three hundred. Sweat slid from her hair line to her nose. They had been at this for hours and she was beginning to wonder when lunch was going to start, she was supposed to be eating for two after all! Her muscles didn't really hurt except her abs and those around where her unborn child were. She guessed it was the little tyke, a boy as she was certain and the others believed her, was just being as difficult and stubborn as his grandfather.
Trunks was at the other end sparring with Vegeeta, both being careful not to use their Ki attacks and break the GR… again. Why were they sparring while she had to do push-ups in the corner all alone you ask? Let's see-
"Shit!" yelled Kentana as one of the training bots managed to hit her with their lasers leaving a sting. It was becoming increasingly hard to attempt to spar with him while being attacked by those training bots. It was hard enough that she knew, though would never willingly admit, that he was stronger than her.
"Haha! A little pin prick have you benched?" he teased. Not really teased in his case, more like mocked or button pushed.
"Shut it or I'll shut it for you!" she threatened. She sent a punch to his face.
"Tough words. You shouldn't say things you can't keep." He blocked it.
"Fine, then I'll shut it for you!" She sent her left leg up into a split going upward as she kicked him in the face. She felt a small pang in her stomach. Damn it! I'm getting hungry, she thought. Vegeeta rubbed his sore jaw looking grumpy. "Time!"
"I almost bit off my tongue."
"Stop whining." She paused for a moment, deep in thought. "This is like old times. We used to spar for hours at a time every day. Remember those dual moves we used to come up with. Remember the Gamma Galick and those other ones we never named?"
"Yes, I haven't done those in years. There was never one to do them with."
She sighed and shook her head. "Well, when I go home you'll only have to wait another sixteen years before I'm back. Let's get back to sparring. I don't need you being too weak to spar when I'm back you old fart."
"Old fart am I?" He smirked. "This old fart can beat you any day."
She hopped from foot to foot in place and punched herself in the chest. "Bring it on gramps!" He scowled and charged her with his shoulder, intent on drilling it into her chest. She jumped with her hands on his head to lift herself and push him into the ground while pushing her legs into a forward V position to keep from catching them on him. He fell to the ground with an umf. "As you were saying old man?" She laughed for a moment as he sat up.
"Ouch!" She jumped as the bot shot her again and jumped and hit her head on the ceiling, leaving a large dent. "Damn it!" She rubbed the sore spot on her head and the spot on her leg that burned furiously. "Is it me or is that bot only targeting me?"
"It's not you." They both laughed.
Trunks walked past the door to the GR when she heard the laughing. He walked back and saw her sitting on the ground rubbing her head laughing with his dad. She looked happy and he felt really happy because of the emotions filing in through their mental link. It also helped that seeing her happy made him happy, but this one unnerved him.
Does she enjoy being with my father more than with me? He wondered. He shook his head to rid himself of those thoughts. He knocked on the door asking to come in. Then came the rough response of a grunt that didn't resemble the laughing one he had just seen, as if he was intruding.
"Don't listen to him Trunks," was Kentana's sweeter response. "You can come in." Vegeeta allowed her to let him in seeing as he wasn't going to let his own son become weakened by lack of training. "You two go spar, I'll go solo for now. I don't think I've reached my peak point yet so I'm going to enjoy it until then." Her voice had a noticeable slight grunt to it from stomach pain. Must be getting hungry.
Trunks blocked one of Vegeeta attacks and sent another one his way that he side stepped. Vegeeta sent a punch into his stomach that made him hold his stomach and gasp. Lucky for the hungry future saiyan and the losing demisaiyan of the future, Bulma called to them saying lunch was ready. They all happily left the GR to the tables outside of the large main dome building piled high with food. They were more than happy to start to dig in. Yamcha, Krillin, Bulma, Master Roshi, and Bulma's parents were already outside enjoying a fraction of the gigantic mountain food.
Yamcha looked at her for a moment. Are her boobs naturally that big, or is this because of the pregnancy? They aren't as big as Bulma's but... He shook his head and walked up to her. He took her hand and kissed the knuckle in hopes of having an effect. He only got confusion and slight taste of disgust and a whole lot of hate from the father and son glaring at him. He ignored the obvious warning signs and continued.
"I believe we haven't been properly introduced. I am Yamcha." Memories clicked into place in her head.
"Ah, Yamcha. The human the Bulma from my time told me about, or as she likes to refer to you as, the lying cheating scum bag she wasted eighteen years of her life on."
"Is that so? Trust me, I would never cheat on y-" He didn't get to finish for Trunks had finally gotten fed up with the guy and took manners into his own hands. It was one thing he truly despised to look at his mat, another right in front of him with the thoughts he knew were in there since he believed that no man could look at a girl like that without thinking such explicit things, and an even worse to pursue a saiyan's pregnant fiancé and mate right in front of him. He had the older man's head under the ground with one swift strike. When Yamcha pulled his head out of the ground they were in a stare down, sadly for Yamcha Trunks was Vegeeta's son and Vegeeta may have only been the prince of saiyans, but he was the King of glares, mean, and somewhat rude looks. "What was that for?"
Trunks scowled a scowl very much like his father's. "Really? You have to ask? You were hitting on my nine month pregnant mate and fiancé! In front of me! And you have to ask why I hit you?" The glaring showdown went on until Vegeeta commented on his son's strength with that hit to the retarded bastard he truly hated so much.
"Boy, you're weaker than I would have expected. It must be from training with her all the time. You probably have been neglecting your training because of her. Either that or she just doesn't put up enough of a fight for you, her being a girl and all." Vegeeta commented. He didn't truly believe she was weak, he rather thought she was actually stronger than him, but he liked to be mean and tease her. He could never admit outright that this third class woman was better than a man of his own bloodline, except maybe his father.
That commented more than running on thin ice, more like skipping, hopping, jumping, stomping with razor sharp cleats on. No one, I repeat no one put her down for being a female. Trunks was about to stand up for his mate, the love of his life, when she beat him to it much like he had cut off Yamcha. He barely got his mouth open, which had already been partly open in a snarl before she started yelling at his father.
"That's it Vegeeta!" she yelled. She stood up, knocking down her chair as she did. He stood up as well anticipating a true fight. She punched her left palm with her right fist making cracking sound with her knuckles. "It's time we went all out and I saw how strong you've gotten since we last met. A little playback of old times, eh?"
"Fine." A cocky grin appeared on his face. "If its old times you want, old times you'll get." He walked up to her and flipped the protesting, physically, young woman over his shoulder. It was how he carried her when he wanted her to go somewhere or do something. Not a lot of respect there unless you count the fact he never carried anyone else like that until Bulma, but that also was because she was the only female on Frieza's ship. He knew very well how it always bugged her to be slung over somebodies shoulder like a game trophy (referring to hunting when I say game trophy not some game like football or something or rather).
"Hey! Vegeeta! Put me down! I take it back!" She pounded on his back with her fists and smacked him in the face with her tail to no affect. "Trunks! Make your father put me down!" she ordered the demisaiyan standing on the ground watching his father basically kidnap his mate and girlfriend.
"Don't kill her Dad!" he called to the arrogant Prince. "I'd appreciate it if you brought her back in one piece!"
Unbelievable! Now he lets me fight. What happened to the over protective future father? The two are definitely related. I mean, am I the only one noticing the way he's carrying me? It's the same way both of them know gets on my nerves, but keep doing anyway. She propped up her head on an elbow until Vegeeta landed in a barren field away from civilization. He set her down roughly on the ground. Upon impact with the ground, she pushed off with her feet and flew back several yards.
The terrain wasn't that barren really, at least not yet. Thick patches of grass grew in various locations and some flowers sprouted here and there. The sun filtered beautifully through the thick leafy of a tree not far off. She could just here some birds singing in the distance through her saiyan hearing.
"It's kind of pretty," she stated. She punched one palm with her fist and grinned. "Time to tear it up! It really is like old times. Same smug look, same arrogance, same messed up scowl, same height difference, and just as easy for me to toss you around like a hacky sack."
"Ha! You toss me around? I believe I was the one scraping you off the wall." He got into a fighting stance.
"Care to prove that?" She got into her stance. He charged her with speed that outmatched hers and drove his fist into her stomach. "Umph." Pain shot through her.
"As I said, scraping you off the wall," he mocked as he picked her up by her wrist.
She glared at him and drove a flurry of kicks to his face causing him to drop her. She finished it with a 360 kick to the chest sending him flying. He stopped himself in midair. He raised a fist. "I'm going to tell you ahead of time about where I'm going to put this fist." She held her stomach as some more pain shot through her.
He must have hit me harder than I thought. I really hope saiyan woman adaptions are working right now or I'll hold him responsible for a miscarriage. It hurt, but she grit her teeth when she spoke ", oh, I'll tell you where you can put it. Let's see if you remember any of my old tricks." She got into a pitcher stance and threw a baseball sized blue Ki ball at him with a speed and accuracy that would have made any coach proud. Long after the orb had left her grasp she had her hand still extended and her fist clenched. The orb flew up and stopped in front Vegeeta who had been planning to block it in a way to show off.
She turned her hand so that the palm would face upward while still clenched shut. "Up yours!" She stuck out her middle finger and the ball exploded in a big blue flash. The light engulfed Vegeeta until he was sent crashing into the ground.
He sat up in his mini crater and shook his head. How could I forget about that one? Images of all the times she had shoved the power packed energy ball down in his mouth when she made it explode came flashing back. He groaned and shook his head again. Be happy that she couldn't pack too much energy in that thing. It's like a suicidal Pacman on steroids. He sat up and charged his Ki. She did the same, but had to charge up more than him to make up for the use of her Alpha Ball.
She felt her energy begin to rise as she went, but stopped midway and fell to her knees gripping her stomach as another surge of pain jolted through her. Her eyes shot open in pain. How hard did he hit me? Vegeeta took full advantage of her vulnerable position and flew at her full speed bringing his elbow down on the back of her neck. She collapsed on the ground in a fetal position, seemingly unnoticing to his attack. She felt pain in her stomach and… wet.
Did I seriously just piss myself when he hit me? No, this isn't piss. Then what is it? Is it… oh, Kami! "Vegeeta," she mumbled, wide eyes not looking at him.
"What is it woman?" he snapped.
"My water broke."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"I think I'm going to labor."
"What do you mean you think?" his voice held a slightly panicked note mixed in with his usual irritableness. "How do you not know that you are pregnant?" He was pacing back and forth and was pulling on his hair in a panic. It was a lot easier with the other woman. At least she had things planned out and was at home when she went into labor.
"I don't know! I've never been in labor before!" She tried to call to Trunks with their mental link, but her mind was too unfocused on that task and felt fuzzy and migraine like. It was kind of like margarita in a blender. Who is focused on anything that doesn't have to do with giving birth when they are going into labor? She led out a yell as another stab of pain shot through her. She was now lying on the ground holding her stomach with her body curled around it. "Do something!"
"What do you want me to do?" He had stopped pacing and was on the verge of ripping his hair out. How do human doctors do this?
"Take me back to Capsule Corp.!" She hissed through grit teeth. "Take me back to Trunks!"
Vegeeta, though beyond freaking out, picked her up and blasted off back to Capsule Corp., never slowing down lest he want her to rip anymore flesh out of his arm with his angry and panicking hands. This was going to be a rough and troublesome flight home.
SIGN OUTSIDE OF MY KITCHEN-
"Closed"– "for preparation to cook purple monkey"-is crossed out with "renovations" written above it.
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