"K-Kami!" Mr. Popo exclaimed, running to help the old Guardian back up. His Master was suddenly breathing very heavily and some thick mucus was running out of his mouth, down his jaw, his legs barely carrying his weight.

"What happened?" The genie asked, worried.

"I… I don't know." Kami replied, breathing heavily. "I've been having these sudden waves of nausea a lot lately but they have never been this intense… or painful."

"Oh, no!" Mr. Popo said, looking worried, as the old Guardian doubled over once again, heaving even heavier but this time only another load of mucus came out. His thoughts were moving rapidly:

"This is not good, not good… Oh, no… Could it be… Could it be that… That this is it? Kami is going to die and I'll be all alone again! NO!" The poor genie thought, panicking.

The green man had fallen on his knees by this point, clutching to his large belly which seemed to move in a very odd manner, if you looked closely. Mr. Popo didn't notice this though, and neither did Kami, as he was still busy recovering from the last wave of nausea. As the old man finally got a break from the pain and heaving, a thought entered his mind:

"What is going on? … Could it be… Could it be that… That this is it?" he thought as yet another wave of nausea hit him. The pain was moving upwards, he could feel it. They were regular and getting stronger, sort of like… Contractions! He immediately put his hands on his stomach, as if examining it and he exclaimed happily as he realized the big bulge that was his belly had moved slightly upwards. This indeed was it!

"Mr. Popo!" Kami called the panicking black man. "I need to get into my room immediately! I think I know what's going on."

"Oh, o-of course, Kami, right away!" The genie said, hassling around, but finally managing to settle down enough and helping his Master in his private quarters and laying him on the bed.

The poor Mr. Popo was at breaking point as he watched his, from the genie's point of view, suffering Master, lying helplessly on his bed, breathing heavily and heaving, and regurgitating some more mucus every once in a while on the thick layer of cloths he had put on all around the bed. Kami saw how distressed his servant was and decided to try and speak to him.

"It's alright, Mr. Popo. This is it. You don't have to worry. It's all natural – a part of life. I've been more than ready for this for a long time." he said, heaving heavily while doing so, with an odd hint of satisfaction on his face.

For some reason this didn't make the poor Genie any more relaxed, more like the complete opposite.

"No, Kami, no! This can't be! I'm not ready for this!" He said, his eyes swelling up in tears.

The old Guardian was a little confused at his servant's reaction.

"I understand if you're not ready to accept the truth, but it won't be long now until you'll see it with your own eyes. I know I can hardly believe this myself… This is not really how I always imagined this would happen. Life really is full of surprises, isn't it? … Oh, please don't cry, Mr. Popo. This is a joyful occasion for me. Despite I'm in pain, I know it will be worth and will end before I know it. Oh, I can't wait to hold the little one in my arms!" He said, stopping every once in a while to catch his breath. And now he was heaving again and regurgitating more mucus, but with a strange, satisfied smile on his face.

Mr. Popo got up from by his Master's bedside and excused himself. He couldn't just watch it without doing anything. He refused to believe Kami was going to leave him like this, and was taking it so lightly, and was still insisting on his delusions. So he called for Dr. Briefs and Bulma to come on the Lookout immediately. There had to be something done about it. Just had to.

As the distressed genie returned by his Master's side, he changed a new cloth after removing the soiled one, as he seemed to be exuding the mucus pretty much constantly now.

"Where were you?" Kami asked, sounding very weary, as his voice had suddenly become hoarse.

"Dr. Briefs and Miss Bulma are on their way." he answered, trying to sound as composed as possible, though Kami just smiled:

"Good. I guess they would like to witness this. It's a once in a lifetime experience, I'm sure." He said, coughing and heaving in the end.

Mr. Popo was very anxious now. Why was his Master saying such strange things all the time? Didn't he realize what was going on?"

"Mr. Popo?" Kami asked, carefully, as the pains became more intense for a change.

"Yes, Master?" he answered, worried.

"Could you… could you, please… massage my back?" The Guardian asked, a little shyly.

The black man was taken aback by this request and just stood still for a while.

"I think… it would ease the pain a little." the green man explained himself, seemingly easing up the sudden tension between the Master and servant.

"Just… do it." Kami requested, as Mr. Popo stepped to the other side of the bed, the side his Master's back was facing, and got closer, beginning to gently rub the back of the ailing man. Mr. Popo felt a little awkward by doing this but Kami on the other hand, distinctly relaxed and the moans of his heavy breathing changed their tone from laboring to… satisfaction. As the servant realized the calming effect his massage was having on his Master, he became more self assured in his movements, earning him more moans of pleasure. Neither of them realized this, but the look on Kami's face was pure bliss, one could say almost orgasmic, at this point (though not in a sexual way, mind you).

The massage indeed eased up the pain a lot, as the contractions got stronger and stronger. Kami could feel something moving upward within him. He felt his belly; the bulge was almost gone as it had entered deeper in the chest area, making it harder to breathe. This is where the massage proved itself invaluable; it not only helped to ease the pain, but also made it easier for him to breathe.

This is how Dr. Briefs, Bulma, Tien Shinhan, Yamcha, Krillin and Goku found them only a few moments later. The awkwardness of the situation was soon forgotten as Kami began regurgitating even more mucus; and a lot more intensively than before. Yamcha was so grossed out by what he saw that he left the room, dragging Goku and Krillin with him, insisting they were too young to witness such things. Dr. Briefs and Bulma hassled around the laboring man and were stunned as they realized the bulge of Kami's belly had traveled up to his chest, and seemed to be moving even further up.

Breathing had become even harder for the poor Guardian, and in order to find a better position to breathe, he stood up on all fours, heaving heavily as every contraction moved the bulge towards his throat. All four of the others were watching in awe as it slowly dawned to them that whatever the bulge in Kami's belly had been, was likely soon to emerge from his mouth. They were all silent as they carefully, but alarmingly, examined the laboring man, whose air supply had just now been shut by the bulge as it was slowly entering Kami's throat. Then something happened; the thing had likely triggered his gag reflex because the process had a sudden speed-up. It didn't take long for the thing to arrive through the throat into Kami's mouth, forcing his jawbones out of their hinges, distorting his face in a sickly manner, making it difficult to watch. Then, with one final spasm, an oval, white sphere landed on the sheets next to the exhausted Guardian, who fell on the bed right there and then, busy catching his breath, smiling widely the same time as his eyes quickly searched the product of his intense labor. In utter disbelief the members of the audience rubbed their eyes one by one as it finally sunk in that what they had just witnessed was true. There, cradled in the still heavily breathing Guardian's arms, was a huge, oval shaped, mucus covered, white egg.