Vegeta's POV

Fear.

The most dreaded emotion ever known. When you feel fear, you can't think. When you feel fear, you can't move. When you feel fear, you lose all hope. That is what I am feeling now. I fear for my life, for I am the last of the royal descendants, one of the last of the mighty warrior Saiyans (apart from Kakarot, because I couldn't care less!). The only thing that is coursing through my mind at this moment is Bulma. Her beautiful face appears in my mind's eye longing for me to caress it, and I could feel her soft skin touching mine and how I long to feel it now. I fear that when I am gone, what will happen to the one person who... had ever had the heart to care for me? I know that I had pushed her away and that she most likely hates me for it, but who will be there to protect her? The weakling? Kakarot? Not a chance!

I clench my eyes in frustration. I support myself on my hands and knees as my head hangs low. Is there no other way out of this? I asked myself. My eyes burned and then I know I was tearing. I suppress a cry by clenching my teeth, holding it all in unwilling to express my obvious desolation.

The vibrations on the ground became violent as the meteor descends, breaking through the planet's atmosphere and indicating that it will crash into the surface in just a matter of seconds. I clench my fists hard and I welcome the warm blood that trickles down. Slowly and tiredly, I brought my head up to the skies. My eye twitches at the scene above me as it seems to swallow me whole with its intimidating yet serene movement.

The meteor will crash, and it will kill me.

I pushed myself off the ground and stood up regally, like how a prince should be. Like how a warrior should stand strong before he dies. Proudly I stand before my enemy should it destroy me, I shall welcome it for I had fought with the last of my strength.

I welcome this, and I have accepted this – I shall die this day.

I close my eyes, feeling the rapid breeze collides on my skin caused by the approaching impact of the meteor. Dust and sand whirls around me, enveloping my entire being. I took in a deep staggering breath, waiting for it to give me that final touch of death.

There was sudden silence save for the hollow rumblings in the sky. The air was still, the electrical sparks ceased. This confused me and I thought it strange. I open my eyes, glaring into the skies. The meteor before me stopped in mid air. What is happening?

In the centre of the rock, a bright yellow light blinked and slowly, like broken glass, the yellow light spreads into crack lines. I narrow my eyes as the meteor begins to crack from the inside. That light was my energy, my attack. Somehow the meteor had absorbed all of it and because it was too large, it was harder to destroy - harder but not impossible.

I smirk at the only logical explanation I could come up with and true enough, as easy as it looked, the meteor before me burst into tiny flaming debris and rained upon the land I stand. I spread my arms, welcoming the impact these little rocks bring me. I grin at the heavens, I laugh at my fate, and I embrace the pain with every hit the fire balls sends me.

This is not what I'd call a miracle.

It is I, the true Saiyan Prince, a true Saiyan warrior, the best of the best that had single-handedly destroyed a meteor larger than a planet with the strength that no one else possesses! It is I, Prince Vegeta, the rightful king of the universe, of the entire galactic nation should be declared the strongest fighter of all time!!

And now I live.

I turn around, walking towards my ship. Proud as I can ever be, I began to walk up the ram. But, a sight caught my eye. The reflection in the metal piece outside of the ship, is of a man that I have never seen before and it astounded me. My eyes widened and I jumped off the walkway to stare into the reflection.

My reflection.

I turned my head to the side, then to the other side. I looked down from my nose and lower my head to look up again – my eyes. They're... teal and my hair... they're golden. I gasp at the sudden change in appearance. A small smile crept to my face which turns into a smirk.

I have ascended. I have finally restored my birthright!

I laughed, and I howled victoriously to the skies. This is only right. This is how it should have been from the day I was born! I. AM. THE. FORETOLD. LEGENDARY!!!

No Kakarot could ever best me now. I grin evilly at the thought of the third class. Now, Kakarot, I will finally have my chance to kill you, and claim what is rightfully mine and only mine to possess - the strength of the indestructible legendary Super Saiyan.

Now, I can finally return without feeling that I had failed my ancestors, my ascendants, my father, and myself.

The androids will die at my hands – all of them, Kakarot will whimper at my feet begging me for life, and I shall grant him a life in hell and the woman. The woman will have to wait. She will be punished my by tainted hands after I'm done with the rest, and she'd better submit to her prince. A smirk flashed on my face, oh yes, she will submit.

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Back on earth. (five months later)

Shopping has been the antidote for stress, frustration and depression for our mother-to-be scientist. Mood swings were and always will be her common nature trait but being pregnant only made it all the worse – for everyone else that is. Bulma felt the need to get out of the house, away from everyone else and away from herself. She needed something which is able to pry her attention off unnecessary problems which constantly surrounds her whenever she open that damn mouth of hers – shopping.

Bulma was happily carrying her new stock of baby clothes, drinking her favourite strawberry chocolate milkshake when someone accidentally bumped into her bags and caused them to scatter all over the floor. The young man who is bent on his knees, retrieving all of Bulma's purchases and is apologising madly to her is in big trouble. Bulma stood impatiently with hands on her hips, her feet tapping wildly waiting for the man who had knocked into her to get up and face her. She only hoped he wished for long life.

"You should be sorry! Do you know the consequences you will face if you had actually knocked a pregnant woman down??!!!"

"I'm really sorry, miss, it was an accident, I'll pay for your-"

The man stopped all movements when he got up and faced the fiery woman. Bulma's eyes widened and her jaw dropped when she finally sees who she thought she was seeing.

"Bulma?"

"... Yam... cha."

His eyes darted south to her enormous belly. His eyes widened to a bulge, threatening to pop. He swallowed a gulp and looks back at her. Bulma frowned and instinctively brought a hand to her stomach as if protecting it from Yamcha's intense stare.

"When... How?... Bulma, you're pregnant?"

"Well, thanks for being so observant! I have to get going now, if you don't mind I'd like my stuff back, puhleeze," she emphasised the last words in sheer mockery, her eyes narrowed to a hilt.

"Yeah, sure," Yamcha replied with a frown of his own and gave her back the purchases she made.

Without another word, she turns on her heel and proceeded the other way – away from him. She didn't want him or anyone else to see her pregnant, at least not until the baby is delivered, which is sometime soon – very soon. She walked as fast as her feet and the weight of her belly could bring her but she stopped when he called.

"Bulma, wait!"

She hesitated for awhile, thinking if she should turn around and continue this conversation with the man that she had once acquainted with. But, being the soft hearted human she is, as how Vegeta would have put it, she turns to him and looks at him expectantly.

"Well, erm... I'd er.. I'd like to treat you to a drink, you know, to well," he stutters, unable to form the words due to the awkwardness that emits in the air around them.

"No, Yamcha, I do not know,"

He sighed. "I've always wanted to call you up, to meet up with you and... and talk some things through with you,"

Bulma looks at him, completely unnerved as his words seep into her brain. She was the least bit affected by his intentions because at some point throughout their somewhat rocky relation, she had given up on him.

"I'd like to right some wrongs, and I want this, Bulma, believe me,"

She sighed, her forehead buried in her hand. She seemed to be thinking this through really hard but in the end, she gave out a small smile.

"Alright, Yamcha. You have your moment. Where to?"

His face bloomed instantly being given the chance to redeem himself. He almost gave up when she didn't say anything but when he heard her agreeing to his offer, he jumped. He literally jumped. He went up to her and offered to carry her bags, which she obliged and willingly pass them to him. He offered a hand, with no intentions whatsoever but only to guide and support her wobbly state as they walk, but Bulma refused his hand. She is in absolute control of herself and she didn't need anyone before she doesn't need anyone now.

Although she didn't accept his help, Yamcha was content by just walking close to her just in case she slips a step or something. Endless words were forming in his head as they walk side by side, thinking about the right words he should say and the things he shouldn't say if he intent to make their relation work. At the same time, he had been looking her all over, still unable to believe that Bulma, his once lover, his ex girlfriend, the girl whom he deem he wanted to marry, is pregnant. With who's child? He reminded himself that he would have to ask her that later, but it wasn't no secret after all. At the back of his mind, he knew exactly who the father of the child is.

They settle in one of the cafe's just outside the shopping mall. Yamcha helped Bulma get her drink while she seated herself in one of the seats across the exit of the shop. He returns minutes later with his and her favourite drink in hand and flash his boyish smile before sitting. She in turn gave him a calculated smile for she is still weird out from the awkwardness between them.

They sat across from each other, both looking a little lost as they played with their drinks. Neither one of them had the tendency to be the first to speak although millions of words swam in their heads. Alas, Yamcha took the initiative to speak.

"How have you been?" he asked gently with a smile.

She perked up while sipping on her drink. "I've been fine," she paused before she looked down at her belly.

"A little sickness here and there with him on the way, apart from that I'm feeling great," she finished with a hand placed on her bulge and a smile only a proud parent could muster.

Yamcha's face faltered into a sad smile, knowing where this conversation is leading to, but he wasn't going to blow this chance of his, not anymore. His expression changed instantly and deep down inside him he is disheartened to know that the child is not his but that son of a bitch's but at the same time, he also know that he is very happy for this woman in front of him.

"It's a boy, huh. I'm really happy for you, B,"

Bulma narrowed her eyes when she sees the contradiction in his eyes. His lips says he was happy but his eyes tell sadness and hatred. "No you're not really happy."

"What do you mean?" he was petrified as he felt the accusation in her words.

"I know you are happy, Yamcha but it isn't as real as you claim yourself to be, and don't tell me that it isn't true,"

"Alright, fine. I am happy for you, B, and yes, I am unnerved by the fact that you are pregnant-"

"Pregnant with his child!" she cut in, wanting to be the one to say the words and not the man in front of her. She is angry, with Yamcha, with Vegeta, and also with the fact that she hates both men so much at the same time. But, whatever it is, she is not about to let anyone in this world to discriminate her child regardless what everyone says.

"I am pregnant with Vegeta's child, Yamcha and there is nothing that you can say about it. Nothing! Whatever hatred you have for the man, keep it, because I am not going to let anyone hate this child because of him! My child is not a devil's spawn, Yamcha and he will never be!"

Bulma stood up, grabbed all her stff and walked off, hitting on their drinks and spilling it all over the floor as she storms out the door. Yamcha looked blur as everything happened too fast, he wasn't able to capture it. He stood up and went after her, ignoring the stares the duo were attracting.

"Bulma! Stop!"

Bulma stopped, holding onto the wall next to the exit seemingly catching her breath. Yamcha halt behind her, letting out a sigh and tries to speak to her once again.

"Bulma, I don't mean it that way. I admit that I am not in very good terms with Vegeta and I think he will kill me if chance presented itself, but this is not about him! I want things between us to work out, I want to mend everything with you! I know that-"

His eyes widened, his movements ceased as he stare at Bulma's back. She seems to be heaving very badly. She seems like she's in... pain? Yamcha's eyes quickly darted to her legs and it shocked him to see that dark blood was trickling down her legs and pool beneath her feet. He immediately panicked and ran towards her, holding onto her tightly. He held her hands and she grips on it tightly, her breath ragged and unstable - she was going into labour.

A/N: So, how was it?? I hope this is okay~ ^_^ Hope you guys enjoyed it. I tried to type as fast as I could after the last update!..

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