Daddy's Girl

Chapter 14

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Goten woke up with sweats dripped over his forehead. What the hell was that? He wasn't so sure what had gotten into his mind. He had just fallen asleep for no more than ten minutes and nightmare had already come to haunt him, even, in the place where all connections to his past had been cut.

He must have screamed something that caused the raven haired woman and the little boy, the real occupants of the wooden house where he first woke up after being knocked up by Trunks' blast, come to take a look at him. The woman then disappeared to the other room and she soon came back again to his bed side with a glass of water.

"He..here...you need to drink..." she handed him the glass, he accepted it with confusion still drawn on his face. He had to admit that he felt a little better after the drink.

"W..What happened?" She asked.

"I don't know...I'm not sure..." he jumped to his feet and walked toward the door, "I need a little walk to clear up my mind..."

Not that he needed to inform them about what he was going to do. He never did. He left both of the house's occupants looking at him amazed.

The scene was dark outside as night started to fall, but it was enough for the stars above to disperse their minor light to the forest ground. The small house where he stayed was well hidden behind tress and hill, with no neighbors. He didn't know how he got there, maybe Trunks' blast had thrown him there. It was clear that both of the woman and the little boy had saved him from his worst shape. They brought him to their home, nursed his wound and now after he was fully healed, they let him stay there.

Maybe, it wasn't only a matter of hospitality, maybe they were just scared of him to death that they let him stay. He had been harsh to them, even after he knew that they had saved his dear life.

He didn't even know their names nor that he cared! How long had he been staying in their house? In his mind it was enough just to call them 'woman' and 'boy'. The realization suddenly struck his mind with the irony; didn't it make him sound like...Vegeta? He didn't want to think about that man, not also about...

He stopped somewhere in the forest and sat his ass on some grassy ground. Before him was a small lake with the shadow of half moon painted on the water surface. If he were not in such a state, he might have the interest to say that it was...beautiful?

Look what a beauty had done to him!

He had wasted so much time pitying himself for his loneliness, for his miserable state; indulging his anger to everyone he knew; cursing them with every words on earth he'd ever learned since he spoke his first word. And now, sitting on that grassy ground in the middle of a dark forest, he studied his reflection on the lake's water surface as his upper body loomed against it. He didn't recognize the face painted there. It was somebody thinner, older, with facial hair grew unshaven. His fingers trailed down the face to make sure that it was his own reflection he'd seen. And when he found the truth, he suddenly felt that he was tired.

Being angry was tiring, but he didn't know how to end it.

His mind had long ago stopped to think rationally. Why should him? It used to feel good to blame other people for everything; his father, his brother, his best friend...but why its changed now? It didn't feel good anymore...It was eating him inside...he felt...frustrated.

He buried his face with both his large hand then shook his head, "What should I do now? What should I do..."

Bulma was still busy in her lab when the red button on her desk voiced the beep signal, "Shit! Not now please..."

But Bulla's trembling voice was already echoed the room, "Mom...mom...I think its the time..."

Bulma closed her eyes before answered her daughter, they were supposed to have one month left, "Okay, what happened?" She had to sound calm, however.

"The contraction happened every fifteen minutes by 6 pm, but there was no pain n no bleeding, so I didn't tell you. But now it happened every two minutes and so painff....aaaaarrgghhh moooomm!!! I think...I think...I'm bleedinggg..."

Bulla's scream of pain cut the middle of the night.

"Calm down sweety, please try to take a breath. Can you call your father to get there? I'll call doctor Leon to get here soon to prepare.."

"I'VE ALREADY HERE WOMAN! WHAT SHOULD I DO?!!" the loud impatient her husband's voice exchanged her daughter's one. It got her to the edge of her nerve.

"Okay! Okay! Don't shout! Get your daughter to the infirmary soon!"

As fast as possible Bulma got to her feet and called the doctor at the same time. When she got to the infirmary, she didn't know which one was more relieving; to see the infirmary room was empty because her daughter had not already been there, or to see her already in the room BUT with two old childish rivals bickering before her pale-in-so-pain daughter.

"ITS NO ONE OF YOUR CONCERN KAKAROT! GET OUT! WE DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!!" It must be her husband's arrogant prideful voice.

"Ah! Come on Vegeta! Don't be so mean!"

"GET OUT!!"

"STOP! STOP IT YOU TWO!!" Bulma stepped into the room, her eyes glared at them both.

The two rivals soon stop their argument, but the arrogant Vegeta still held his head high and he crossed his arms over his chest and scowled.

"Mom..." Bulla called, "Arrrghhhhh!!!" the contraction came again, harder and also with the higher level of pain every time.

It was the first time that Vegeta noticed that his daughter did more than screaming. She was rolling on the infirmary bed; to the right, left, right again, as if all her efforts to comfort her own body from the pain was never right. Her small fingers trailed something to hold and when she found his arm next to her, she held it with them and pressing her nails deeply in it.

It didn't hurt him of course, but a realization struck his mind...had she been like this when she gave birth to their children? He shivered, and he wasn't there to help her...

"Its okay honey, its okay..."Bulma tried to comfort her daughter, "Take a breath...take a breath...Everything will be fine. Doctor Leon is on his way here..."

"Oh, momm...its so painful..." the young girl calmed down as the pain reduced, "Can I make it, mom? I'm not sure I cannn.....aaaarrrrrgggghhh!!!" another contraction came again.

"Take a breath honey, like this...huff...huff...Take a breath...I know you can do it..." Bulma kept trying to guide her daughter. Actually, the two Saiyan adult couldn't stand the scene, but none of them were willing to leave the young girl to fight all her pain by herself there.

"No, mom...I can't..."

"Sure you can, princess! You're strong girl..." Vegeta was to speak now, he would never let her give up, he had promised her to stay and help.

"Daddy...I can't stand it anymore...Mom...where is doctor Leon...? Is he here yet? Aaaaarrrrrgggghhh!!"

"Kakarot! Make yourself useful and get that doctor here with your instant transmission!"

"Oh! Well I have to search for his ki...mmm...Its pretty difficult since I didn't know him well..."
"NOW!" The prince commanded.

"Okay! Okay Vegeta! I find him! I'll go now!"

Goku disappeared in a blink of an eye and as fast as it he came back again with a confused doctor and his two nurses.

"Mrs. Briefs..." Said the doctor after he adjusted his brain and the famous Briefs family came into his sight, "Mr. Briefs..." he nodded at them.

"I think its the time doctor...lets waste no time..." Bulma nodded back.

"Sure...I think everyone who has no concern should leave the room. Please give Miss Briefs a space to gain her composure..." the doctor commanded.

"Do you hear that Kakarot?! Now get out!"

"But, Vegeta...Can't I stay? Don't you think Bulla need somebody to hold her hand while she is pushing the baby?"

"HELL NO! And why would I let you do it, of all people?! NOW GET OUT!!"

"OH Come on you two! You'll get a lot of chances with the baby after he is born. Now get out!" Bulma said, Goku hung his head and left with a sad face. "You too, Vegeta!" his wife ordered.

The Saiyan prince grunted and left. He found his son standing outside the infirmary room with a worried expression oh his face.

"Is the baby born yet? Are they all right?" Trunks asked.

"Not yet." Goku kindly informed, "I still don't understand why they didn't let me stay there...by the way Trunks, how do you know about it all?"

"We can hear her scream all over the house. Marron has to evacuate the children so they will not get scared."

"Lets pray that everything will be all right.." the taller Saiyan said and the three men kept their mouths shut then...every ones with their own thoughts...

Doctor leon had checked Bulla's opening progress in less than two minutes. The nurses helped her to adjust her breath. Bulma soon knew there was something wrong when she saw him frown at his checking result.

"Is she ready yet?'

"I'm afraid not, Mrs. Briefs. It is still two centimeter. We need ten to be ready."

"But the contraction happened every two minutes and her water has already broken..."

"We can do a caesarian, and in this case, I think its the best option."

"But our infirmary isn't ready yet to hold an operation."

"We must take her to West City Medical Center then."

Bulma sighed before spoke her decision, "All right. All the best for them. We trust you Doc..."

"I'll do my best, Mrs. Briefs..."

Erica Rayes jumped from her bed as her cell phone rang loudly on her desk, unknown number, "Hey! Don't you know what time it is?!" She set her angry voice to whoever her caller was.

"Little blue cat is having a caesarian at WCMC. Get your lazy butt off your bed and make a good story there!"

"What..."

"You better trust me this time or I'll call Jessica Taylor and give her this story. She's been very itchy to kick your butt from your show, you know."

"How..."

Klik.

Little blue cat was Bulla Briefs' name code among reporters, and Erica was one top reporter who hosted a-named-after-her-name show. Few months ago, the same caller had told Erica about meeting the Little blue cat with swollen belly at some maternity boutique. She had ignored that precious information. And if her caller didn't try to fool her on some midnight joke, this story would worth millions zeni. She would not throw the money to her rival. At least, she'd been awakened and couldn't go back to sleep.

As she stepped on the floor of the West City Medical Center with her secret tools few minutes later, she realized that The Briefs must use extra guards to keep their privacy from press, especially an out of wedlock birthing. Erica smiled, she wasn't called the top reporter for nothing.

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