"You... be fine,"

Her eyelids were heavy but she tries her hardest to keep them open long enough to know where she was. She remembers being angry with the man who is now looking worriedly upon her, and then it was all darkness. When she opened her eyes, she sees his lips mouthing words that she can vaguely hear. Her head was spinning and she feels her body floating. Turning away from the man above her, she looks to the side and sees a couple of nurses, looking rather distant but was running along her side. She looks above her and all she sees are panels and endless panels with lights running along with it. Then the pain came, washing over her senses.

Bulma cringe in absolute pain. Her abdomen stings so much, she wailed out. She feels Yamcha's hand gripping hers tightly, or was it the other way round? She turns back to him, feeling something was going totally wrong and pleaded at him.

"Please, don't let anything happen to my baby, Yamcha! Please!!"

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she cried in between the pain. Another contraction came and she cried out once more. She trashed around wildly, unable to withstand the unearthly contraction inside her womb. Every time it came, she thought she was going to die. She knew that this was no ordinary human pregnancy and that she might die because of it. She knew for a fact that Chi Chi had gone through the same predicament when she had Gohan, and knowing that she was weaker than the female fighter, she don't know if she even stand a chance to go through with this.

Everything happened so fast as they wheel her to a room. The foul smell of medicine infiltrated her senses, making her even dizzier than she already was. She feels her legs being pried apart and placed on the leg support. Several nurses were up and about anxiously as they prepared needles and medicines. The only doctor around was an old man, Bulma guessed he was somewhere in his mid forties.

Yamcha stood beside her, his expression worried and panicked as he stares down at her. Cold sweat smothered Bulma all over, her breathing was uncontrollably frantic as another wave of pain course through her once again.

"Push, Miss Briefs," ordered the doctor as he settles himself in between her legs.

"I... can't!"

"You have to push, Bulma! You're having a baby!" cried a panicking Yamcha.

"I KNOW I'M HAVING A BABY, YOU DUMB SHIT!! WHAT DO YOU... THINK I AM DOING??!!"

"Alright, Miss Briefs, take a few deep breaths, calm your body down and do as I say, okay?"

Bulma nods mindlessly, accepting the only considerate moral support she could get at this moment. She took in a few deep staggering breaths and tries to calm herself down before telling herself she need to go through this properly. She don't want anything to happen to her child.

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After five hours of labour, Bulma still couldn't manage to bring her child into the world. She has been heaving and pushing like a mad woman but her son just wouldn't come out. He must be a stubborn little guy, just like his father. Her hair was all over the place and they stick to Bulma's skin like a second layer. Her faced was haggard and her body was completely drained of energy.

Yamcha had been standing next to her, talking her through it the entire time. It was sad to know that it isn't Vegeta beside her. She would've loved Vegeta to be there, be it for her sake or their child's. She frowned in between the pain, now becoming nothing but only numbness to her. Being a first timer, many things went through her mind, and they aren't nice things.

She imagined her baby dying inside her womb and when they actually bring him out from her, he's nothing but a purple lump of meat. She also imagined if they should decide that she was to perform a caesarean, they'd accidently cut her baby apart along with her stomach. Finally, she imagined that when they manage to bring him out into this world, she'd die at childbirth, without given the chance to get a glimpse or a touch of her son.

Then, she cried. She cried and sobbed as she grip onto Yamcha's hand, making it turn into a purplish bruise now. Yamcha frowned at her sudden change in demeanour, and soothe her sweaty head with his free hand. It hurts him to see Bulma in so much pain and he'd do anything to make that pain stop, even if it means to give her a small portion of his energy just enough to let her manage to hang on – which was exactly what he did.

Having no experience in helping someone deliver a child before, it didn't occur to him that all the mother-to-be needs is the energy and strength to pull through the labour hours. So when he finally releases some of his energy from his hand and passed it onto Bulma, little did she know her strength increased to a notch.

Bulma felt the rush of a newfound energy coursing through her veins and she perked up when she felt the tingling feeling running down her spine. Another contraction came, sending waves of pain into her body once again. She cried out and a new set of tears came crashing down. The doctor and nurses took their place, preparing for the delivery. They knew that this is it.

"Push, Miss Briefs, push!"

With a scream echoing through the ward's hallways, Bulma pushed with everything she's got for the last time. Her surroundings turn silent and her vision turn blurry as tears collected in her eyes. The only thing she felt, even though vaguely, was the pressure lessening in her womb.

Then, she heard it - the most beautiful sound in the world, the wailing of her newborn son.

As she lay on the delivery bed, completely spent, she managed a shaky smile as she looked at her bundle of joy. She let out an uncontrollable choking sob as she whimper and cry at the beautiful sight before her. She release Yamcha's hand and reach out her own to her baby, who is wailing uncontrollably at the top of his lungs.

"Oh MY GODDD!!! HE HAS A TAILLL!!!!"

Screamed the nurse who was severing the baby's umbilical cord just seconds ago, until the small frame decides to wound his tail around her wrist. Bulma watched with shocked eyes and a loud gasp when the nurse almost dropped her slippery newborn – her heart almost dropped. Luckily several more nurses went to help the distraught nurse and took the baby from her, letting her calm herself down from shock. Obviously, no human being has ever encountered something as peculiar as this, who wouldn't be shocked?

"W-watch it, y-you stupid bitch!! I'll kill you if you drop my son!!"

"We're very sorry Miss Briefs, please pardon my nurses, it was obviously unintentional,"

"S-sorry??!" exclaimed Bulma tiredly. She can't believe that 'sorry' was all they can say when they almost plunged her son to his death!

Without another word out from the doctor, he moved away and cleans his hands while a nurse walks over with a bunched up white towel in her arms. Yamcha went up to her and retrieve the bundle and turns towards Bulma. He paused as he looks down at the little guy wrapped securely and gives out a smile - a genuine smile. He looks at Bulma with the smile still plastered on his face and slowly but carefully places the baby in her hands.

Yamcha helped Bulma seated up properly so that she is able to cuddle her newborn comfortably. With her baby in her arms, Bulma looks down at him. At first, not a single expression was written on her face as she stares at the bundle in her arms. Yamcha got worried when she was not reacting at all but when a smile crept slowly to her face, he releases the breath which he was holding onto.

"He's beautiful," she whispered with a smile while stroking her son's chubby cheeks with the back of her index finger.

"He is, isn't he?" agreed Yamcha and Bulma nodded absentmindedly. He stares at the mother and child with sad eyes and felt a sudden pang of loss in his heart that this should have been his family. But, looking at how joyful Bulma was, it didn't matter if they aren't his family at all. Then, he saw a little purple appendage wounding its way through the towel and dangles in mid air, searching for something to hold onto.

Yamcha extended his hand and the little tail wound around his bulgy finger tightly. He smiles at the gesture and turns to look at Bulma who was looking back at the little scene before her.

"The earth doesn't need that," then she smiles. "We don't need that."

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Three months gone by in a blink of an eye. Capsule Corporation has never been merrier with their new member joining in on the family's every day evening get-togethers. Little Trunks, who is merely three months old is growing up perfectly but abnormally for human standards. Everything about the little guy just screams Saiyan and royalty without a doubt. Even at a mere three months he's already crawling, wailing, screaming, squealing, climbing on furnitures, grabbing hold of reachable objects, and muttering gibberish like a typical ten month old baby.

He is as stubborn as both his parents, as gentle and sweet like his mother, as strong and determine as his father.

"Come on, Trunks. Let's get you washed up," Bulma said, mimicking Trunks pouty face as she carried her squealing boy from the puddle of juice he's just spilt on the floor.

"One day," Yamcha started as he walked towards Bulma and help her with Trunks whose clothes were dripping wet all over the floor when she carried him. "... he's going to be a really spoiled child."

Bulma sneered at him. "I'll never spoil my child. He's going to be the happiest boy in the whole wide world,"

"That's what I meant, B." Yamcha finished, with a sweet smile on his face as he caressed the baby's chubby cheeks stained with tears.

Bulma smiled in return as she watches the gesture but her smile soon turned sad as her thoughts brought her back to Vegeta. Trunks would need a father figure, and who would be the best candidate than Yamcha who has been there right from the beginning. She thought that perhaps she had made the wrong decision for breaking up with him and making him go through the unearthly things which he did. Then she looks at Trunks, and all she sees is Vegeta.

She turns on her heel and proceeded upstairs to wash her child meanwhile her mind were filled with Vegeta Vegeta Vegeta. She runs the tub with lukewarm water and peels off little Trunks wet clothes and places the little guy in there. He began splashing the water around with his undiscovered strength and Bulma had to laugh when she got all wet. Little Trunks laughed along with his mother and he squealed in excitement and splashes some more.

"Naughty boy, baby, naughty boy," she smiled and Trunks ceased his splashing and scowled.

Her eyes widened and her brows arched at the little gesture that just screams Vegeta the Saiyan Prince. She felt a lift at the corner of her lips which slowly turned into a full smile as she continues to bathe her son. She is proud of her son and she's decided he and she don't need anyone else in their lives for they have each other. Not unless Vegeta's decided to stay and, well, she can only hope for the best when he returns.

With that, she finished his bath and proceeded to Trunks room to get a good night's sleep.

A/N: Sorry for the late update you guys. There was this story going through my head for the past couple of weeks and I can't get it out of my head until I've constructed it. Well, the first chapter is out already. Feel free to check out my new story titled Silent Hearts. It's an A/U but not your everyday A/U because it is different. But be warned cuz it is not only a B/V but also a slight B/K. But don't worry because Vegeta is the main character and he's still my only favourite Saiyan.

^_^ Well, don't forget to review Original Sin and Silent Hearts!

P.S: Sadly, the next chapter will be the last for Original Sin.