CHAPTER 16-PUSH!

ME-"Do you have the monkey?"

TRUNKS-"Yes, I got the monkey." *Holds up a cage*

ME-"That's not Bobo'

TRUNKS-"What do you mean this isn't Bobo?" *Pulls monkey out of cage* "Shit! It's a doll! It has a note on it."

ME-"Let me see."

BOBO'S NOTE-"bobo bobo bo bo bo!"

ME-"Double shit!"

TRUNKS-"You can understand that?"

ME-"No. I'll try and decipher it while you go do the disclaimer."

TRUNKS-"DISCLAIMER-Zombiechick422 does not own anything except Kentana, the offspring of Kentana and Trunks, and her story."

Trunks paced back and forth on the Capsule Corp. lawn waiting for his father to come back with his dear beloved Kentana. Kentana had been attempting to send him a message, but all he could get was pain and a flurry of panicked emotions from her. He tried transmitting his own calm emotions to her to help her calm down enough to get actual words through, but he couldn't since he wasn't very calm himself. Trunks, finally letting his worry for his love take over, flew into the air after where he sensed Vegeeta carrying Kentana back. He met them about a mile out. Vegeeta seemed as panicky as the girl he held in his arms felt.

Kentana leaped from Vegeeta to her mate. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he cradled her. She was shaking in his arms. "What's going on?" That's when he felt something… wet.

"The baby's coming!" yelled a frustrated Vegeeta. Trunks' eyes bulged.

"WHAT?" he didn't even wait for a response before he blasted off full speed back to Capsule Corp. Kentana sobbed softly out of pain on his shoulder.

"Trunks," she whispered. "It hurts so bad. Is this supposed to be how it feels?" He didn't know how to answer. He wasn't an expert, but he knew that this wasn't supposed to hurt enough to make a grown cry. He wasn't going to lie to her and he wasn't going to tell her anything that could scare her.

He flew to the medical wing and pulled open the panel on the large window that was meant as a secret entrance should any of the saiyans need medical attention quicker.

The room was long and white, white walls, white beds, white sheets and pillows, white machines, white tiling on the floor. The only color would be the medical cabinet next to the wooden desk, stuff on the desk, the metal door, and the blue curtains that separated the beds. All the white could give someone a head ache. Many beds lined the walls on the side except the wall he was coming through which was made completely out of windows and the far wall that held the main entrance. A desk sat next to the set of metal double doors with an intercom system. The bed in the far corner held a plaque labeled Zack's Pizzeria Pizza Boy and held the fading stale irony scent of blood that was beginning to go stale. Trunks wondered how often that bed was needed.

Looks like my father's been redefining the need for thirty minutes or less, thought Trunks. He shook his head vigorously. Now isn't the time to worry for the many pizza boys that had been assaulted by Vegeeta.

He bolted down to the nearest bed that happened to be right below him. He laid her down and ran to the intercom system on the desk next to the door. "Mom, Dad, everyone! Hurry! Get down to the medical wing immediately, the baby's coming!" He let go of the intercom and rushed back to his wife.

He picked up a hospital dress and slipped it over her head. She somehow managed to take her clothes off from underneath it and lay down. Trunks made calming gestures and comforted her with a hand brushing hair from her delicate face and telling her everything was going to be okay. Then the family rushed in followed by a swarm of nurses and the head doctor. When they all got their Trunks pulled aside his parents from the past.

"Something's wrong. She's in a lot of pain and I don' know what's wrong," he confided his worries in them, mostly his mother who seemed like she was the only one paying attention.

"Don't worry Trunks," said his mother. She smiled confidently. "These are the best doctors that money can't even buy. That man over there, he has been requested to do the most expensive and dangerous surgeries all over the world. He hasn't lost a patient in over five years. She'll be fine. He knows all about the saiyans since he's the one who usually operates in Vegeeta when he beats himself up too bad."

The doctor that she spoke of placed a hand on his shoulder. "Your wife's in good hands."

She's not my wife, he thought. I wish I thought to marry her before! Truth be told, they never thought to get married. Being mated was the saiyan equivalent of a marriage. Mate marks are like the wedding ring that can't be removed by divorce because you'll never divorce each other. Marriage never seemed important in the world they lived in because the only person who'd be there would be his mother and they had more important things to worry about than wedding plans.

"Trunks," said Vegeeta firmly. "The pain is natural. She's giving birth to a born killer who in a few years would have the strength to easily over power her." There was a scream from the bed where the doctors were now surrounding her. "Birth is supposed to be a test of a saiyans worth, for both the father and the mother. She's a strong kid, she'll be fine." It was the most comforting and actually kind thing he had said to anyone, especially his son, in many years.

What he failed to mention was that it was odd for her to be experiencing this much pain. He shrugged it off. It didn't matter. She was a saiyan, she'd survive.

Trunks turned back to his wife, holding her hand tightly in both of his. That's when the head doctor, a stern man who didn't get his position for nothing, turned to the family and friends. "All of you," he yelled. "Out! Now! I can't do my job with all of you gawking over my shoulder and blocking the light!" The authority in his voice was met by everyone. His stared Vegeeta right in the eyes knowing he'd be the one that if he could make back down the others would follow.

He didn't back down until Kentana growled at him. "Vegeeta, get your short ass out of here!" He took a moment before finally following the others out. As he reached the door when she called his name. "Vegeeta, what am I supposed to do?" Saiyan births were something he'd be the most knowledgeable about.

He looked over his shoulder and informed her. "Keep your power level below five hundred or you could kill it." With that he left with the others that were now standing in the hallway getting reassurances from Bulma about how great Dr. Keith Stone is.

"RAAAAA!" The scream echoed down the halls of the large Capsule Corp. Kentana lay legs spread on the bed surrounded by nurses. Mirai Trunks stood next to her, comforting as much as anyone could in his position. He bit his lip near bleeding as she let out another screech.

"I have a head!" Informed the doctor crouching in-between her legs, performing a procedure he had done many times before. "Push!" She screamed.

"Come on honey, you can do this," comforted her mate ", just push."

"I am!" She half snapped, half growled.

"Push!" She squeezed his hand tighter when she let out an ear splitting scream. A few more screams and pushes later and all that was left to be heard was the sighs of relief from the nurses and doctor, pants from Trunks and Kentana, and the screams from their newborn child. "It's a boy, a beautiful baby boy." He handed the newborn to a nurse who washed away the blood with a warm wet rag. She wrapped the baby in a baby blue blanket and handed him to his mother, with wide, questioning eyes, who took him in delicate arms.

The baby cried out and she smiled at its little face. The doctor and the nurses who had noticed stared wide eyed.

"We have another one!" yelled Dr. Stone.

"WHAT?" screamed the couple, Kentana almost dropping her newborn son.

"Oh Kami," exclaimed Kentana. Another one! Twins! Damn!

Many more screams from both of the two, orders from the doctor, and pushes and the next on was out. The doctor looked at her, awe etching his face as the nurses stared with googly eyes. "It's a girl, a beautiful, a very beautiful baby girl!" He handed her to a nurse who took her in delicate arms and washed her off. After she handed her to the mother she stared wide eyed after her.

"What's wrong?" Kentana asked, worry evident. She looked fearfully at her son, scanning for any signs of injury.

A nurse pointed a shaky finger. "T-they have t-tails."

"I know," she said in her baby talk voice. She smiled at how perfect they seemed, though she would have found them perfect either way, and tickled the end of his brown, silky furred appendage that hung out of an opening at the end of the blanket. He instantly turned from screams to laughter as he opened his mouth into a toothless grin. She did the same with the girl's smooth black furred tail.

She admired his black spiked hair and red skin that would soon reveal to be tanned like his father's, but not as much. He opened his delicate eyelids to reveal two stunning turquoise orbs as gorgeous as him. His hair was black but had dark lavender here and there on ends, but not all ends. Then there was the shimmering gold that licked at the ends creating his hair into the black, purple, and gold fire. His hair shot upward as it did in a super saiyan with one lock hanging down to partly cover his right eye.

She handed him carefully to his father and he smiled as he examined their similarities. Years of his mom showing him baby pictures told that his child looked almost. Identical to him in the baby pictures, except for the slightly more delicate looks he got from his mother. He thought back to how mean he looked as a baby and couldn't help but compare that to his son's sweeter appearance.

The little girl had straighter her like his father with gentle spikes on the ends. Her hair was a raven like black with dark lavender on the ends. Her sweet eyes were the same icy blue of his fathers, but unlike her brother's they weren't that sharp and glaring of Vegeeta's. Her delicate features were almost identical to her mother's and her complexion was a creamier one like a rare pearl.

Mirai playfully placed a finger by his son's face. The baby grabbed it in a steel breaking hold and burst in laughter at his father's wince. All but three of the nurses left the room to give them time with their child.

"He definitely is your child. He has your super sai-" he paused when he noticed the few nurses in the room listening intently on their conversation ", never mind, but he has your natural strength."

"Maybe so, but he has your eyes," she complimented.

"What makes you say that? His eyes are turquoise like yours," He asked, stroking her blond, braided hair.

"They're sharp and almost as dreamy as yours," she confessed with a blush. He followed with a blush as well. He looked to his smiling boy.

"We did good."

"Yes we did." She smiled lovingly at him. "When do you think the family's going to be let in here?"

"They should be let in any minute now." As if in response, their friends and family walked into the room, despite a nurse's futile attempt to keep them out. "Nurse, it's okay. Let them in now."

She gave him a short nod before leaving. Vegeeta walked towards Mirai. "Let me see my grandson," he ordered. Mirai hesitantly handed over his son. "Yes, I can see he has bits of a natural super saiyan, just like his mother. I'll be training you in no time."

"No, no Vegeeta," said Kentana ", the last thing I need is to go through a scrap book of his childhood and go 'look that's his first birthday. What's that? Oh, that's the day he brought the human race to their knees.'"

"So you're going to turn him into a scholar like Kakarrot's brat?" He spat the words out like acid.

"No, I want him to be smart, but his chores will consist of training, training, and training. That reminds me. Vegeeta give him to me," she reached out with her arms and took her son ", technically you and Kakarott are relatives now. And you have this baby as a blood relation between the two of you," she commented with a devilish smirk. Vegeeta's face contorted into that of utter disgust and fear for his new realization. "Cheer up Vegeeta. Be proud, your grandson has more saiyan blood than any other born in real long time."

"That's right!" agreed Goku clapping Vegeeta on the back.

"Don't touch me Kakarott."

Vegeeta settled down a little but was still noticeably unnerved by his new relations to the 'low class' saiyan. Kentana handed him to Bulma and Chichi who fused over how cute he was. Chichi handed him to Gohan after discussing how gentle you needed to be with babies. Gohan took him and held him close to his face.

"Careful," Kentana warned.

"It's okay," assured Gohan, cradling the baby ", I won't hurt him."

"I wasn't worried about him, though if you drop my baby I will kill you. my cousin or not."

"What do you mea- OWW!" His distant nephew had grabbed his nose extremely hard. Gohan yelped and tried to pull him off, but him fighting back only fueled the baby's entertainment, bringing forth a whole new wave of laughter.

"I told you. Give him here," she ordered ", come to mommy." She reached forward and took him from her cousin. Gohan rubbed his bruised nose with his hand. "You are such the ball of energy, aren't you?" She asked, nuzzling his nose with hers. She snuggled her baby real close, cradling him gently. "Hey, Vegeeta, come hold your granddaughter."

"Granddaughter?" Bulma and Vegeeta questioned as she handed the second baby they failed to notice bundled in her arms.

"She looks just like her mother!" exclaimed Vegeeta holding her up eye level.

She yawned and blinked her sleepy little eyes. She glared a Vegeeta like glare at him, but coming from her it looked rather cute and adorable. "Damn," said Kentana. "I think that glare comes from both sides of the family."

"She sure is a little cutie," said Goku as he took her gently from Vegeeta. "So this is my grandniece."

"Chichi, Bulma?"

"Yes?" Her aunt and mother in law asked in unison.

"I'm kind of," she fiddled with her thumbs from under the little boys back and staring downward in awkwardness ", going to need your help."

"With what?" asked Chi-Chi.

"Info on how to raise a baby. I can ask my times Bulma and Chichi for help when I get back, but for now I have only knowledge of bre-" she stopped and looked up at the guys and young boy in the room and decided not to say breast feeding. "Feeding, just feeding. I know nothing else."

"Didn't they teach you this stuff?" Asked Bulma.

"No, I grew up on Frieza's ship. Being a girl sucked there. Being as there was only me and no one was expected to retire and start a family, they don't train soldiers on that kind of stuff."

"Why didn't you ask us while you were still pregnant so you had time to prepare?"

"I didn't think about it until know," she looked at her babies.

Bulma sighed with her palm on her face. This girl had a lot to start working on before she would become a good mother. At least she'll have the other me to help her. She looked up as her granddaughter was passed to her. "You have to bring them to visit me. You'll come and visit me won't you?" she crooned to the yawning baby girl.

"So," said Gohan, leaning on the foot of the hospital bed. "What are you going to name them?"

Kentana looked startled for a moment, having forgotten a vital thing after baby birth. "I don't know. I don't think we can continue to call him Him." She placed a finger to her chin, deep in thought. "I want a saiyan name, but maybe something more Earthlike to go with Mirai's mother's side. How about-"

"Kent," spoke up Trunks. They looked at him incredulously. "I think it fits and it would be good for a memory of when we went into the past because that's what we all called you Kentana."

"You know what? I like it!" She smiled adoringly at her son. "Kent," she whispered to him. "Now the girl. What about Ai? It sounds pretty right."

"Everything sounds pretty when it comes out of your mouth," he complimented. Vegeeta groaned and face palmed. His son was acting no better than a lowly love struck human! "So what's the plan?"

"I say we train for the next few days. When Cell's defeated we leave the kids here while we defeat the androids then we take then we can refuel and come back for them. How's that?"

"Sounds good with me!" agreed Bulma. "The more time I get to spend with my grandchildren is fine with me."

"Yeah, I guess that is good. But I have one question," stated Chichi. "Who's the god parents?"

"Me and Trunks actually talked this over beforehand. Nothing against you and Goku, but you guys aren't really in my time so I say we make Gohan the godfather even though he's dead since either way any options we have for a godfather is dead. Bulma is going to be the godmother since I know her best and well, she'll technically always be there for my children since we live with her. She's been like a mother to me, you have to understand that."

"Oh, alright," finally said a saddened Chichi. "But you chose her because she's rich, didn't you?"

"No of course not!" disagreed Trunks. Of course we did!

"Where's Chibi Trunks?" asked Kentana. "I want him to meet the kids of his clone. Can we say they are his like nephew and niece?"

"Sure." Bulma handed Ai to Chichi and ran from the room and appeared again holding Chibi Trunks, grumpy from being woken up from his nap. Kentana held out Kent to him and Bulma held out Chibi Trunks. They glared at each other for a moment, both feeling the need to prove they are dominant. Chibi Trunks slapped Kent on the eye causing the baby to start crying. "Kentana! I'm so sorry!" Before she could pull Chibi Trunks back Kent balled up baby fist and launched a right hook to Chibi Trunks' cheek making him burst into tears as well.

"Okay, I'm gonna have to break up this fight. That's a one year old fighting a newborn. Not at all in the least fair." She pulled Kent back to herself. "Why not see if him and Ai will get along. Worst thing that can happen is she bitch slaps him."

Chichi, after a short lost protest held out Ai to her uncle. At first the two held similar glares with similar eyes and then Ai broke into a toothless grin. Chibi Trunks smirked for a second, then went back to his baby scowl.

"Ain't that cute?" She looked up as she noticed Vegeeta heading for the door. "Where are you going Vegeeta?"

"Where else? I'm going to go train to beat Cell. Somebody has to and it will be me." He left the room without another word. It kind of hurt Kentana that he thought training was more important than his own grandchildren, but then she remembered something and shrugged it off. He was always like that.

"Can you believe him?" asked an angered Bulma.

"I know," said Chichi. "Unbelievable."

"All well, what are you going to do?" asked Kentana shrugging.

ME-"Have you found him?"

TRUNKS-"No. I can't sense his Ki. I think Kentana told him how to hide it."

ME-"Well look for him!"

TRUNKS-"What do you think I'm doing?"

ME-"You're yapping your mouth off, that's what! So, what did you all think. Originally I had the idea for just a boy who would by blond with the turquoise eyes, but then I wanted the girl as well and the cool hair. Then while I was writing I had the crazy idea that she should die while giving birth and cause Trunks a load of trauma that he fights to get over and would be the cause for him to die in the Cell games and leave him to raise two children without the mother, but then I realized how much I wanted the story line I had thought up months ago so I thought better of it. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW PRONTO!"