Undisclosed Desires chapter 8 by IAmParadoxia
My parents didn't stay away long once I broke the news of the new addition to the family; dad asked the questions and explained it to mum, saving me from having to deal with a ditzy soon-to-be-grandmother. They (or should I say, mum) redecorated one of the biggest of the spare rooms in the house into a nursery, and dad sipped coffee as he asked succinct questions. His eyes betrayed curiosity and burning questions, but knowing me, he didn't press too hard. That first night my parents came home was two weeks after Vegeta had left... and that was almost two years ago. Since then, they never left the house.
I spent the first three months of my pregnancy buried on work; I didn't want to have to think about this parasite growing inside me, how it's the seed of evil, spawn of a murderous alien whose pride is his first priority. The first ultrasound, which I had delayed until recently, shows the presence of a tail; it's a freak, an alien.
It's my baby. Sure, I hate the father for leaving me here, most likely unaware of what he left me with; but surely, I can raise this babe into a good person? For a moment, I dare to dream of a day when we'll be a family, when Vegeta realizes that it's ok to be vulnerable, because though he is a sinner, his innocence, his youth, his soul, it belongs to me. The only time that I've seen all of him without the rage is when we touch, when all pretence of arrogance and ego is shed with every piece of clothing that falls, with every kiss that sears...
Men; they would rather die than admit that they are capable of being tender. It's all about edge, strength, power... and us helpless chicks get to stand by and watch as they kill one another over God knows what it was that really started all this nonsense. I try not to feel so helpless, so I work on recreating a regen tank, like the ones on Freiza's ship. I'm just about complete, and with each hour pored over this project, perhaps whatever damage that occurs, whatever injury he might sustain, I could help heal them.
Work, work, work; that was the routine of my life. That was if I wasn't sick in bed with nausea; about half of my waking hours were spent nursing soothing tisane, with me in my big bed, tucked in warm covers, as I try not to hurl. The foreign thing growing in me, this child of mine, it's doing strange things to my body; my metabolism has increased significantly, and by the time the baby bump started showing, I was able to obliterate an entire litre of pistachio gelato. I gained a bit of baby weight, but it seemed that most of what I ate went to the baby.
Every night before I fall asleep, I wonder about Vegeta, about where he is, what he's doing... and if he spares even but a moment to think of me, as I often do of him. I feel foolish every time I do, and more often than not, I end up resenting the fact that I am carrying his child.
As time passes, I spent more time in bed; I passed it off to my parents that I was lethargic because of the unique pregnancy, but in truth, it was because I wasn't eating as well as I should have been. Pining for my prince has left me moody and sombre, and as a result, my appetite suffered.
Consequently, the baby came two months earlier than expected. I was up, staring out into the night, bathing in moonlight and poetic irony of how grand this balcony of mine seemed; considering how the Prince in this story seemed to actually be of royal lineage, and how dramatic these past events have been. Less than a year until the androids come, and yet the stars still shine in the dark sky, the moon still glows like an astral lantern, and all I wish for right now is for him to be right next to me, to forget about how death lurks ever so close with each passing day, and to touch me and warm me with his glorious presence...
Perhaps I should have told him that I found him to be as glorious as he did, but how do you tell someone something like this without sounding like a complete and utter fool?
The pain came from nowhere, and before I knew it, I was on my knees, my water breaking, evident by the forming pool of liquid on the pristine marble floor; thankfully, my handheld gadget was with me, and I was able to alert someone. I was whisked away into the infirmary, the doctor was summoned, my parents waited outside, giddy and anxious at the prospect of becoming grandparents... it was all too much for me. When the doctor arrived, I asked that I be put under immediately and that the baby be delivered by caesarean section; and that the tail be removed immediately after birth.
I know they say that birthing should be a wondrous occasion in every woman's life, but at the present moment, I chose not to be part of it; I chose to sleep through it. By the time I came to, the baby was tucked away in his cot next to my bed, the maid fussing over him.
"You're awake, miss." Marion, who has been working for us for longer than I can recall, approached me; "he's got lavender hair, just like his grandfather. And he's got your pretty eyes!"
I didn't know whether if it was a boy or a girl until just then. My mind raced; what would Vegeta say when he finds out that he has a son? Before my imagination took hold, Marion settled on the edge of my bed and spoke softly, "I can't imagine what you must be feeling right now, dearie." Sweet Marion, who always was the matronly figure without the ditz, was always a source of comfort to me since I was a child; whether if I were having a bad day at school, or if my assignments scored below what I had expected, she was always there to dispense some motherly wisdom.
She knows of how this child came to be, and she knows that our prickly house guest is the father. Of course she would know; the staffs maintains the grounds, and no doubt have they had to clean up after Vegeta and I after we've thoroughly fucked out brains out in every corner of whatever room we happened to stumble into.
"I'm sure you'll pull through it all, miss. You've always been one to tough things out." She then asked me whether if I wanted to hold him, and if I've figured out a name for the sweet babe. Wordlessly, I nodded; I couldn't escape facing the truth any longer, and what better place than being tucked in bed to have to deal with a life altering event. She got up and fetched the child, a small bundle wrapped in soft cotton blankets; I could see a chubby hand with chubby fingers, and when she placed him in my arms, when our eyes met, I fell completely in love.
My heart swelled, and unknowingly, tears began to fall.
Welcome to the world, Trunks Vegeta Brief.
END CHAPTER 8