Okay, so it's taken me a long time to get this sequel to 'I Love You.' I thought this was gonna be a one-shot like the previous story, but it doesn't look like it. Maybe it'll be 3 chapters or so. I hope the one person who is on my author alert, otaku4lyfe, will be happy. Of course, the reviews that other people leave will be loved and cherished too. A writer can never can get enough reviews; good and bad alike. Anyway about the story, I did have a baby and some of that comes through here. The only thing that really didn't happen was my stitches were never infected, so I was never sick. So please read and review this sequel! Throw your all at me! I can take it (I think... I hope)!
No complications. Healthy as can be. He was finally here. He was in her arms, gently suckling away at her breast. What could she say? Trunks was beautiful. His hair was white, with the lightest touch of lavender. His brows knitted together in a very Vegeta-like fashion. Surprisingly her boy's eyes were as dark as Vegeta's. She figured that his eyes would lighten as he aged.
"You'll grow up to be a big strong boy. I know so baby," she whispered to him. She smiled as she told him. "And you're gonna look just like your Daddy… with Mama's features." She hunched down and rubbed her nose on her newborn's cheek.
As she looked up, she looked out her window. The thought that had always been in the back of her mind, finally came to light.
"Vegeta…" Her eyes searched the skies for a flying figure. Nothing. 'That's okay. I have your son. Your beautiful son. You'll come back,' she thought to herself. Although she couldn't help but think he wouldn't.
Bulma got up from her hospital bed and placed her son in his bassinet. She shuffled over to the window. From her second floor room she could see people coming and going from outside. Unfortunately, no Vegeta.
It had been quite a journey. Her water broke and her father nearly killed everyone on the ride to the hospital. Then the hospital was going to let her leave, because no contractions were picked up on the monitor. Bulma complained about lower back pain and 'leaking' so much that an on-call OBG-YN finally checked her. Of course her membranes had burst and she had to be taken to the delivery room.
Then at 7:21 PM a beautiful little boy was placed on her tummy. Then a nurse came to take him and clean him up. The nurse gasped at this newborn who, only a minute old, could lift his head up and look around the room.Not only that but, he was fighting her as she tried to clean him up. Bulma smiled inwardly. It was his Saiyan blood.
Afterwards the doctor told her that she tore slightly. It was no problem and he patched her right up. Although it was a strange tugging sensation down there, with him lacing the thread back and forth, even though it was still numb from her epidural.
Now here she was, in her recovery room, with a bag of ice and a sanitary napkin held up between her legs by hospital net panties. She felt a little like a puppy whose just been brought to his new home, because on her bed there was, what looked like, a pee-pee pad. She was still bleeding from her vaginal delivery and that was to catch what her sanitary pad wouldn't. From what she was told, she would keep bleeding for, at least six weeks. Yes, poor Bulma had a lot goin' on down there.
For once in her two and a half year courtship, she wished for a normal husband. Someone who would help her in the bathroom for the time being, dirty diapers, feeding time and countless other things 'normal' couples took for granted. She cried. Who would console her if she got a bout of the baby blues?
It was exciting at first to date 'The Bad Boy.' He really couldn't express his love like she wanted him to do, but he did it in his own way. However, now she needed... a husband, a friend, she wanted him to her strength, especially now that she was weak.
As Bulma made her way back to her bed, she felt a little warm and thought her balance was off. She figured the epidural still hadn't worked its way out her system. Once she made it to bed okay, Bulma tried to think of happier times with Vegeta, then restlessly nodded off to sleep.
Bulma awoke an hour later with horrible pains where her stitches were concerned. Her baggy of ice completely melted and her bed was stained with blood. She reached with her shaky, sweaty arm for the intercom on the side of the bed to call the nurse.
"H-help… please…Vegeta," Bulma cried.
She gave the nurse the wrong impression. As the nurse thought something was wrong with the baby, or someone was trying to hurt him.
When the nurse walked into the room to check on the pair, she found Trunks sleeping contently in his bassinet, but his mother was shivering with fever. She trotted briskly to the desk and alerted the staff.
"Hey Nancy, could you get Dr. Holmes up here right away? I think one of his patient's sick," stated Karen, Bulma's current nurse. She ducked back into the room to take Bumla's vitals.
Nancy nodded and quickly picked up the telephone to page Dr. Holmes.