Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Super, though it would be awesome if I did. All rights go to Akira Touyama.
Note: ESCHALOT'S REDEMPTION.
Bulla's father Vegeta had banned her from fighting, so she always feels left behind, but ever determined to prove her own self-worth, she refuses to oblige to his wishes and rebels much like her brother Trunks would if he was in her shoes. She may be a princess, as rare as they come these days, but she is no typical little lady. She has standards and she has set the bar high, no hands down, so nobody, not even daddy, is going to tell her how to live her life. Her desires will be met, even if she has to break the rules or even bones to get what she truly wants. She is most certainly not a coward and she outright refuses to be weak or the weakest link in the family, being a princess or not, she wants to be a fighter much like the male members of her family.
Like Pan, what is locked inside Bulla is an amazing individual, of great potential and even greater strength than what one first perceives of her when initially graced with her headstrong, commanding demeanor, yet, retains her sensitivity and a kinder side hidden underneath her hardened gaze... Albeit, she may seem as though she's a demanding and overly defensive proud brat from time to time, she has more strength within her spirit than her given names allude to, and her courage is as mighty as her nobility is.
She is more than just a girl who likes many shades of the colors of red.
SHADES OF RED.
Bulla is more than just some pretty face with a possible great inheritance waiting in the wing one day and she is determined to prove it that she has what it takes to fight alongside with The Z Fighters.
Bulla is the primary subject, the main focus of this story. This is a refurbishing of a potential character that should had been given far more character depth and screen time.
Here, we seek to do Bulla justice.
Synopsis:
As Bulla ages into a beautiful lady, she faces a conundrum most teenagers face, along with troubles that most do not, nor could ever imagine in their wildest dreams of dealing with.
Rating: M16+
PROLOGUE:
THE FRUU SAGA
Context of Story:
The Revenge of The Tsufruian
The Leading Adversaries are: the Truffle species.
The Villains here are picked for you...
Baby reborn, so to speak, as told by the authors, whereby the villain undergoes a metamorphosis, creating a newer adaptation of the original character seen from Dragonball GT.
Fruu is the main leader of the operations, whilst Baby is raised up to be her perfect killing machine "son", along with her other so-called "children", the both of them seeking vengeance upon The Saiyan Race due to racial discriminations shared between the two species. A small horde of remaining Truffles had escaped their planet before the Saiyans had taken over, heavily relying upon their technology for survival whilst relocating throughout the cosmos, restlessly searching for a permanent home until at last they had discovered the planet Earth.
Not only a technically advanced species, Truffles possess terrifying capabilities and their resilience is bar none. Mostly a profoundly logical race of beings, much like you find in The Close Encounters Of The Third Kind, they discover Earth by following a deadly force across the universe, seeking to harness it's great power for themselves, seeking to raise their own potential in universal power-play, thereby plotting to obtain much improvement to further themselves up higher on the evolutionary chain, desiring to be much higher than The Supreme Kais themselves.
MAIN LEAD CHARACTERS:
Bulla, Pan, Trunks, Mai, and Goten...
MAIN SECONDARY CHARACTERS:
Goku, Vegeta, Beerus, Whis, and Bulma...
OTHERS:
Zino, Frieza, Valese, Broly, Cheelai, Chichi, etc... are mentioned, some even play roles in the criteria.
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THE INHERITANCE
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THE PRELUDE:
BLOODLINES
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Lines of blood,
Drip, drip, dripped
Down from many veins,
Where bloodsoaked mayhem had once prevailed,
A bloodbath was left in the wake of something dreadful,
Something dark and terrible,
All of which travailed before the swelling of tears,
All hope had vacated every space,
As the darkness settled in,
All of this had transpired before it was suddenly forgotten,
And a new name was given to the one responsible
To better conceal its wicked deeds
All the more better was to forget
Even so much as to hide itself from itself.
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By OpheliaMavisSolveigh
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About nine months before Bulla was miraculously delivered by Whis...
Vegeta and Bulma had been struggling to have second child for years after Trunks was born, but try as they might, the two had received an unfortunate and unsettling news: Bulma had been informed by the obstetricianist a few years previously before that she was very highly unlikely to become pregnant again due to her pregnancy she had whilst carrying her only son, and that her body would not and could not withstand another child if it were possible to become pregnant, namely due to the surmounting stress levels of her career let alone her personal health and her age by that time. So, for most part, Vegeta and Bulma had accepted the circumstance that life had sadly hurled upon them both, and made due with the acceptance of only having one child between the couple, despite Vegeta's own competitive streak he has towards his rival turned friend. Besides, in the past, being pregnant with Trunks was not an easy circumstance, he had left behind some serious scar tissue up within Bulma's uterine walls, changing her life forever in more ways than one after she had given birth to him.
One night, during late Spring, and after the defeat of Goku Black, Vegeta and Bulma had a Date Night whereby Vegeta was coaxed by Bulma to spend some quality time together without Trunks being involved, the couple having a few drinks together after leaving a mixer, the soles of Bulma's shoes first burning for excitement and then aching to relax, both chilling down after returning home at The Capsule Corporation. Ever predictable, Vegeta wasted no time, refusing to be caught seen dancing by anyone in general, hating the very idea, finding it disgraceful and embarrassing.
Bulma sipped rather tastefully upon her beverage at first, but then nearly finished the entire drink within less than a few minutes time. "Mmm, strawberries... How's yours, Vegeta?"
"You have it." Vegeta vaguely responded, refusing to even touch the glass.
"Oh?" Bulma took notice, then smiled. "Why thank you, Vegeta! More for me, it is then!"
"I'm not much of a drinker." Vegeta said gruffly. "You know that. I like to be in control of my body, not a substance of any sort, so being under any influences is a no go for me."
"Suit yourself." Bulma responded casually. "It's been so long since we had spent any quality time alone together, Vegeta, that I sometimes forget about your regimen, what with you always training and fighting most of the time and myself busy with work." She released a prolonged sigh before looking upward, before her eye caught sight of something rather peculiar. "Vegeta... Look at that!"
Vegeta calmly looked her way, then tilted his head upward. "It's a golden light!" Vegeta exclaimed in awe, he pointed out excitedly. "What is that thing!?"
"I don't know, there's no nebulas known to be that close to Earth..." Bulma stated. "But it sure resembles one..."
The golden light glimmers like a distant star, twinkling just like the other stars.
Many minutes go by before an hour passes by, the golden light seeming to remain in the same location and sparklingly at the same distance as before.
"Huh. It must be a natural phenomenon." Bulma deducted behind her telescope, studying the foreign object from her balcony. "It has to be a dying star, but the readings from the sky map are inconclusive... Strange."
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Meanwhile, elsewhere...
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Zino had gathered up all the massive planetary sized dragon balls.
"...What is your wish?" The dragon sweat dropped when staring at the small fry.
"Dragon, I seek that power that should be mine, that power which is far greater than all perceivable, that power that sparked life to everything seen and unseen. Tell me where it is I will find it, tell me where it will manifest next or else I will wish you away permanently."
"...Uhh..." The dragon groaned as it stiffened, grimacing in response to the threat received. It rebuffed such a threat, calmly giving the briefest answer possible; "Earth."
With that, the dragon hastely took its leave.
Zino blinked. "Well, that was predictable." He looked around. "I should have asked who The Legendary Super Saiyan God is... Huh. Oh, well."
Frieza gulped. "I wonder why you didn't."
"No worries, though." Zino assured. "The dragon at least told us the location, albeit not the precise location, but still we now know it is Planet Earth where we will find it."
"So, it's not Goku, is it?" Frieza asked Zino. "Sorry, your...highness, but I don't wish to be permanently destroyed by the filthy hands of a disgusting monkey one day."
"You're funny. I keep you around because you make me laugh." Zino smiled at him.
"Um, ...thank...you, your...highness... I mean, praise be to you, my master!" Frieza prayed nervously. "I keep having these nightmares, Lord Zino, where a silhouette of a figure appears in golden rays of bright and shining light, just right before it destroys me... It's embarrassing... The nightmares are becoming more frequent these days, slowly getting worse with time... I swear, it's reprehensible what this fiend wishes to do to me."
"Yes, I'm sure it is." Zino responded gleefully. "And when we do find it, all will be lost for you, whilst I get a new replacement for my current Destroyer since he is no good at his job. Finding this god we're both looking for will solve all our problems! ...Well, my problems will be solved at least."
Lord Frieza had became blue in the face, trembling violently from head to toe.
"The Legendary Super Saiyan God is The Key..." Zino giggled joyously in a rather insidious way.
"The Key to what, might I ask?" Frieza inquired.
"The Key to everything." Zino answered with a broad smile. "I have set my eyes upon my prize, The Key will be mine... Do not worry, your demise will not be in vain. I will capture The Key and harness The Key's powers for myself, finally putting The Legend back on a chain, and this time there's no letting go of it."
"So, ...you want a pet monkey?" Frieza guessed out loud.
Zino shook his head. "I will wear its power around my neck." He chirped, then clapped his small hands together and then summoned forth a familiar figure. "Lord Beerus!"
Lord Beerus was caught in a mid-yawn before he realized who he was now standing before, he became bugeyed and immediately bowed in respect. "My Lord, how may I be of service to you today? It is an honor to be graced by your presence, your Grace."
"Give me a status report on the lifeforms of planet Earth, tell me the names of those strongest and those best skilled in hand-to-hand combat." Zino ordered.
"Why, Son Goku seems to be the most promising thus far, your Grace, when it comes to an exemplary of sheer power and will... Not to mention the most annoying..." Beerus enlightened. "Mono-e-mono...? Ehh... Errr... Vegeta's b*tch. I mean, that Bulma is mean but brilliant in The Mastery that is Manipulation...too bad she's not a fighter, though. Oh, well. Want me to kill them?"
"No, not yet. This Goku... I have heard of him before. He sounds interesting." Zino said with mild intrigue.
"Not as interesting as the a la carta dispensed at their local eateries." Beerus commented gruffly. "Speaking of which, I will be visiting planet Earth real soon... I have very unfinished business there, so to speak."
"Oh, excellent. Learn as much as you can about this Son Goku person whilst you do. You may go now." Zino sent Beerus away.
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Lord Beerus manifested back upon his home planet, having been teleported there by Lord Zino. "Well, that was weird."
He blinked, then thought out loud to himself. "I wonder... If any of this happens to do with The Legend of The Super Saiyan God? ...If so... Could it be that this Legendary God truly exists?"
A deep grimace formed upon his visage when thinking of the probability of such a being actually coming into existence. "...I truly hate The Saiyan Race..."
Whis had overheard him, holding up a lunchbox to take with them to serve as a snack on the way there to Earth. "Ready to go, My Lord?"
Lord Beerus stared off in silence, lost in his thoughts, ruminating, before his eyes finally softened for less than half a minute afterward.
"Penny for your thoughts, my Lord?" The angel asked out of the sake of sheer curiosity, feinting concern.
"Eh, nothing to concern yourself with, Whis." Beerus calmly rebuked him in response, being his usual cold and aloof self, folding his arms before himself, tail wagging as the sign of his agitation.
"Oh, whatever you say, my Lord." Whis reflected back with his own half empty retort, his bittersweet and polite tone of voice underlined by a twinge of his own frustration.
He peered into the crystal fixed upon his staff, curiously and mischievously reading Beerus through by those means instead and privately saw glimpses of the god's thoughts. He took note of two more primary female figures out of the many faces of women whom were the primary focus on Lord Beerus's mind.
One main woman being a brunette, whilst the other main female possessed rosy red hair.
The beautifully dressed brunette possessed a olive bronze complexion, but then when upon being seen shape shifting into a more anthropomorphic form, her skin was then seen being covered in short darkish fur, the shortness of her coat being much like Beerus's is, her ears being thin yet pointy, her violate eyes further enhancing her rather exotic appearance and thus she instantly came off to be rather more desirable in the eyes of the surrounding crowds of men who flocked around her. She dressed more like an Egyptian queen than a Arabian princess, her body adorned with Egyptian styled jewelry, the style of her makeup and the material used for her garments made her appear even more ravishing. Her tail appeared long and thin and resembled that of a typical rodent's type of tail, resembling that of a rat's.
Meanwhile, the redhead had a much more paler skin tone, her eyes being blue and appeared to be less feminine with a mix of masculinity in comparison with the brunette, especially in both the way she dressed and in her behavior. Like the other woman, she possessed the ability to shape shift as well, but that face seen was far less becoming, her snout elongated and appearing rather more wolfish, yet, crooked or slightly bent in shape, her mouth rowed with frightening sharp teeth, her ears then long and tall, and her blue eyes then became a cloudy gray before transforming into a burning, fiery red. She wore a mostly black and rather short skirt, one resembling an ancient Egyptian man's schenti instead, herself wearing a heavily bejeweled, glimmering skin tight corset, the jewels resembling scales or small platelets that encompassed the body belt in the nature akin to that of sequins, the gems used were obviously red carnelian, red jasper, garnet, red topaz, and so forth, with touches of the black onyx and obsidian to enhance the garment's illustrious beauty. And just like Lord Beerus and the brunette seen in the visions, the redhead also possessed a tail, albeit a strange one, the end of which was forked, and, moreover, the creature even so boldly dared to sprout forth terrifying horns, really pushing the envelope in the looks department, really putting a mean stick into the fashion police out of opposition. This individual deity was shown to also be an extreme shape shifter.
"So, Lord Beerus is being haunted by the ghosts of his past again." Whis spoke plainly, being open with the cat god. "And as always, the reason why you hate the Saiyan race is all due to the fact of having a failed relationship with a particular woman..."
Beerus bristled. "That thing was no ordinary woman, you know that, Whis. Instead, she was a monster. The entire Saiyan species are her chosen people, always favoring them over the other races throughout the cosmos because of her own exceptional bloodlust for battle, herself having taught the Saiyans the art of combat, gifting the race with extraordinary powers and relentless resilience. Never the less, the Saiyans are her people for a reason, more specifically because she had literally spawned them into existence from herself...and therefore she was once their head deity. Removing her from the seat of power was by far the best thing all of us gods ever did, Lord Zino being a far better replacement. I know he keeps the balance."
"Sounds like someone is jealous." The angel teased.
"Shut up!" Beerus snapped. "She was the possessive one!"
"Despite your issues you have with your first wife, did the second ever make you any happier?" Whis asked.
"Not really because she seemed untouchable, out of reach, ironically she even had left me for another whom she claimed to be far better than me, and all the while the first ex-wife kept being extremely aggressive and possessive, yet, aloof at the same time, the whole entire time, especially after I left her for the second wife... she became lethal, psychotic, herself having lost her mind over me leaving her, her emotions towards me having driven her too deep into the well of insanity and depravity, upon which no one could save her from... Which had spawned a violent war between her and I ever since then. Be that it may, perhaps listening to other people's opinions about her may not have been the best choice I ever made, since the other Kais had insisted upon me leaving her due to her wild nature and fiery temperament." Beerus replied gruffly. "Being ever the wise god that I am, I traded in that battle-axe for the far better, more beautiful second wife, namely because I had insisted upon the first being an ugly mistake, even so went as far to have claimed her to be too ugly to look at."
"For the mouse?" Whis giggled at the thought.
"To be fairly honest, wife number one wasn't really much of a woman." Beerus remarked. "Beastly for the better term to describe her, that and monster... It's a shame, really, that she had to go..."
Whis blinked. "Say, the first wife wasn't really that bad looking, my Lord, ...unless you're referring to her anthropomorphic form? Everyone has their bad points and the universe is now teeming with evil more nowadays than ever before... So, what really made her a monster?"
"Weakness." Beerus responded. "Her emotions made her weak, ...she cared too much."
"How is that possible, my Lord?" Whis asked. "I don't know much about courtship behaviors, but isn't the emotions such as love highly prized by most typical species found in the animal kingdom?"
"Let us go, Whis." Beerus insisted before forcing out a mocking yawn, now expressing his own derision by feinting boredom towards the subject matter.
The angel obeyed. "Yes, my Lord... But one more question, if you don't mind me asking that is?"
"Don't irritate me, Whis." Beerus warned. "Make this quick."
"Whatever happened to your first ex-wife, since the second ex left you for another?" Whis asked curiously.
Beerus fell silent for a brief moment, looking away from his teacher, avoiding eye contact. "...She...died..."
"Oh. I'm sorry then." Whis recognized the true nature of frown on the Destroyer's countenance. "I do apologize for asking then."
"Ehh, she... Err... Sacrificed herself... as a result to save... Some dumb fool..." Beerus added. "For love, out of love, of all things... How pathetic is that? The guy didn't even appreciate her either... Instead, he just walked away, predictably abandoning her... Like the idiot had often did to save face in front of the other gods, his reputation understandably being far more important to him, but that final time was far different, for instead...she never came back, unlike the other times that she had died whereby he had oftentimes more than not had been the one to have killed her on a constant repeat... No, the last time was different... that final time...him having killed her, believing that he was doing the universe a far better good for having done so, betraying her for the last time... For one last time..."
Whis blinked. "Well, that's just awful..."
"Yeah? Heh, at least she cared about my stupid brother." Beerus had somewhat deflected his blame. "...Such a pity, really... Like I said, she cared too much, and the remaining gods at that time saw her to be an absolute threat, especially because of her unpredictable nature. She was dangerous, being considered so much so, that she was often attacked and was always denied from receiving any respect by the other gods."
"Well, rest her soul."
"She was damned, so... I highly doubt it, if she still exists, that is." Beerus enlightened. "Despite her violence fetish and her penchant for bending and breaking the rules, she was too soft hearted. She had boldly fought against all the gods in opposition on her lonesome, waging war against all odds. Lord Zino knows that her pride got the better or the best of her... Your father was there, perhaps you were there, too? Eh, maybe not you... This all happened before I was finally elected to become a Destroyer."
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Back on Earth the following day...
Bulma wanted to sleep in a bit longer after staying up most of the night, her short hair more of a complete mess than usual all due in part to the passion she had shared with her husband under the sheets before falling asleep.
Vegeta, on the other hand, had returned to usual schedule, getting right back on track with training.
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About two months passed by before Bulma discovered that her missed period that she had prior to then meant that she had became pregnant, much to both her surprise and excitement. At first, Bulma had stared dumbfounded at her own test results, she could hardly believe her eyes that she was now pregnant that she had taken several tests just to be sure of the accuracy.
Bulma then squealed out loud at the positive pregnancy tests results out of hysterical delight.
"Vegeta!"
Vegeta rushed into the room in a panic. "What is it, Bulma!?" He called out to her, frightened that his worst nightmare had came true. "What happened?!"
Bulma rushed over and embraced him. "I'm pregnant! Vegeta, we're pregnant! We're going to have a baby!" Bulma giggled happily whilst holding him closer before releasing him.
Vegeta stared at her with wide unyielding eyes, his jaw likewise having dropped.
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"It's a miracle!" Chichi exclaimed joyously. "Bulma, someone, some higher power has blessed you by hearing your prayers for another child!"
"You think so, Chichi?" Bulma questioned apprehensively.
Chichi's eyes prickled with tears, swayed by her emotions. "Think so? I know so. Surely, The Kais have blessed you. Before now, for years, you were told by eight separate doctors that the possibilities of you becoming pregnant ever again were entirely impossible."
Bulma smiled. "I remember that now... then this baby is truly a miracle baby, so far that is."
"Bulma, you should monitor the baby's development closely and mind your diet better." Chichi insisted. "Eat more healthy and no drinking this time like you did whilst pregnant with Trunks."
"That only happened once and I forgot I was pregnant since it was so early in the pregnancy, plus I was depressed that day thanks to my on and off again relationship with Yamcha." Bulma reminded. "I was young, inexperienced, and wasn't thinking."
"Well, it's been 13 years since your last pregnancy. The age gap between Trunks and this baby to come is significant." Chichi pointed out. "There will be a 14 years ago gap between the two, both born in separate generations apart from each other and, trust me, children born that far apart in years can be difficult to manage when it comes to building strong familial bonds. No doubt, just like my Gohan and Goten, there will be definite sibling rivalry between Trunks and his new sibling."
"Trunks is a good boy, though." Bulma argued. "I doubt that he'll want to fight with his little brother or sister."
"It's not Trunks that you'll have to worry about then." Chichi pointed out. "Goten loves picking arguments over anything and everything when anything concerns Gohan, Goten always feels the need to compete against his brother for attention, mostly in due part of Gohan being Goku's favorite son."
Bulma grimaced. "I doubt Vegeta would ever favor one of the children over the other, especially if when having two sons."
"Why do you assume it will be another boy?" Chichi asked.
"Well, Vegeta told me some things about Saiyans, educating me a bit about how rare females on his home planet were, mostly because of his race being a warrior race, so having female offspring was not very common as having sons. Other factors at play, too, was that Planet Vegeta was not very densely populated with immense in numbers of his people due to forced population control dealt upon them by that heartless tyrant Frieza before Frieza had ultimately destroyed their world in an act of both fear and discrimination."
"But what if the baby is a girl instead?" Chichi inquired. "I know Pan is only a quarter Saiyan, but Pan is my granddaughter and Goku flat out adores her."
Tights overheard some of their conversation before finally speaking up; "At least you experience the joys of parenthood, unlike mom and dad, they had to adopt their first child before ever having any children."
"Adopted?" Chichi repeated in question.
"Yeah, Bulma was found one day whilst mom and dad were hiking in the woods or something, found her naked as a jaybird in some sort of strange pod-like craft, left completely abandoned, weak from hunger, left to die, mom and dad were both saddened by the sight, and so the two decided to take her in." Tights told. "After taking care of her for awhile, they decided to permanently adopt her and used the dragon balls to change her hair and eye color so as to better blend in with the appearance of the family. At least that was what I was told by grandpa... Which explains why Bulma is so strongly attracted to strange, otherworldly people, much like you, Chichi, since your father is The Demon King."
"None of that is true!" Bulma sweat dropped, laughing nervously, then scowled at her sister. "Behave, Tights."
"Hey, whoa, whoa, sorry! Don't get so upset, sis, over what I had said! I am only repeating what was told to me. You know how grandpa is, he can be such an ornery brute. Glad to see you're okay, though, and not sick with the flu instead." Tights greeted merrily before sitting down, joining them both. "I want to congratulate you, sis, for finally having another bun in the oven." She handed Bulma a package.
Bulma opened the package to discover a brand new baby journal. "Oh, thank you, baby sister! Just what I needed!"
"I hope it will help you." Tights commented. "What with your busy schedule and all, you can jot down everything that concerns about the baby's development so you will never forget and keep those memories to look back upon."
Bulma stared blankly at the book as she thumbed through the pages, her mind wrapped up in the words that Tights had spoken earlier, herself wondering if there were any validity in what was told. "...Thank you, sis. Thank you." She finally broke her silence, then placed the book aside and then quietly got up and walked off.
"Bulma?" Tights called after her. "I'm sorry!"
The room fell into an awkward silence for a few moments.
Chichi looked at Tights questionably. "So, is it true? Was she really adopted?"
Tights nodded solemnly. "That's what the rest of the family had told me, told me that years ago. I thought that she knew."
"I hope Bulma will be okay."
Vegeta overheard Chichi's and Tights' conversation, himself looking for his wife. "My wife's adopted?" He thought to himself after he overcame his initial shock of overhearing such a strange and new revelation. He then decided to continue looking for her.
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Vegeta had soon found his wife, overhearing her conversation with her parents as he eavesdropped from a distance.
"Is it true?" Bulma asked Dr. Briefs and Mrs. Briefs.
"Yes." Dr. Briefs responded. "But you weren't supposed to have found out about that, though. You weren't supposed to know about it."
"Why not?" Bulma asked, herself on the verge of tears. "Why wouldn't you tell me?"
Mrs. Briefs spoke up, explaining. "We wanted you to feel as much as apart of this family as much as possible. We didn't want you to feel alone and left out as you could have if you had known so many years before now when you were still young. To us, in our own eyes, you're still our daughter. You're still our child, our little girl."
"Despite your initial strange appearance, you had assimilated rather well into society." Dr. Briefs spoke proudly.
"Strange appearance?" Bulma questioned in apprehension.
"Your tail, my dear." Dr. Briefs informed her. "We had it removed, along with requesting Shenron to change your outwards appearance a bit."
"It was a fuzzy, brown tail." Mrs. Briefs recalled rather fondly. "Prehensile in nature... Why, you were like a little monkey. A little tiny monkey. Why, you weighed less than six pounds when we found you, your rather cute reddish black hair was such a mess I ever did see for a baby, reminded me of a lotus flower turned upsidedown, like the leaves of a tomato."
Bulma then immediately turned pale, all color from her drained away.
Vegeta felt like he dying from all these sudden surprises.
"And you weren't supposed to know about that either." Dr. Briefs added to the conversation.
"Breathe, Bulma." Mrs. Briefs insisted. "Lack of oxygen is not good for the baby."
"Now... what was that name?" Dr. Briefs thought out loud. "Atti hiko...? No. Atti...hiccup? Atta girl... no, that's not right. Oh! I remember now! Aylíhōta was the name the craft was programmed to call you. In fact, I saved the pod, stored it deep underneath the basement level in order to conceal it. Mostly because you began acting strange when you were around six years old, instinctively trying to recover it as you went through a rather dark period in your life whilst growing up through childhood. You became strange for a time, but thanks to Shenron you don't remember any of it. One of the Kais assisted us, an old namekian fellow, Kami I believe his name was, himself driven by fear of you, that something monstrous would waken up inside of you. His advice was to have your tail permanently removed, and so we wished it away and changed your looks a bit so you can finally live a more average earthling's life."
"I was terrified." Mrs. Briefs admitted. "You were turning into this great and terrible monster every full moon when we still had a moon. We had to change your appearance a bit, everyone in the entire city was becoming absolutely terrified of you, Kami also helped us make you and the remainder of the city forget about the whole ordeal. Thank goodness nothing like that ever happened with Trunks. We were worried for you. We always worry, including for Trunks. We're very happy his life is going exceedingly well. We hope the same for our newest grandbaby on the way."
"Indeed." Dr. Briefs agreed as he opened a new can of beer he had pulled out of the nearby mini fridge. "Here's to the second grandbaby!" He cheered. "So, when is the baby shower?"
"I know it's rather early to ask, but have you decided upon a date yet?" Mrs. Briefs asked.
Bulma drank in their words and mulled over the details in her mind in silence, astounded. No doubt was left to linger in the confounds of her mind as to whether her adopted parents loved her or not. She blinked slowly as her eyes swelled up with tears again.
Bulma smiled softly. "Umm, I am thinking about holding the event five months from now? Not sure whether or not if I want to know the sex, might keep it as a surprise... Although, more than likely it's going to be a boy."
"Well, you will never know until then after you have the baby. For all you know, it could be a girl." Dr. Briefs stated.
"Possibly, but I doubt it." Bulma responded. "More so now than ever, now that I have come to know about my point of origins... It's definitely going to be a boy."
"If you say so, dear." Mrs. Briefs replied. "I just hope the baby turns out healthy. That's all that really matters, you know, that the baby's development goes very well."
Vegeta had stayed fixated, protectively watching over his mate from afar, himself having strange, sickening feelings about all of this. He remembered his own mother dying during giving childbirth when having his younger brother, remembering the words of his father, King Vegeta bestowing a cautionary tale about when female Saiyans produce more than one child, their second pregnancies always guaranteed to end in tragedy. Upon remembering the painful loss of his mother, and for the very first time, Vegeta began praying for his wife's survival and instinctively already began hating the evil fetus.
Up until now, Vegeta had never felt so uneasy and so terrified in all his life. The fact is this, is that he began experiencing a deep and heavy sense of dread, one that will ruin his mood the remainder of Bulma's pregnancy.
"I hope the little sh*t doesn't kill my wife, because if it does, I'll kill it myself." He thought bitterly, resentment swelling up inside of him.
"I sure hope so." He heard Bulma say. "I am so excited! This child is my miracle baby! And that what I am dubbing the little guy, my... miracle... baby."
"Sh*t!" Vegeta's countenance twitched in response to his wife's statements. "Bulma, you don't know what you're saying!" He shouted at her in his head. "That little f*cker is going to kill you!"
His face darkened as a dark cloud finally formed itself above his head, his expression then transformed and fixed itself into an icy glare upon the thought of his spawn to be, himself having already decided to keep himself at a good distance from his pregnant wife and all for his wife's sake rather than the fetus's.
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...To Be Continued...
This is only the beginning...
It will get better, I swear. My hubby and I are writing this story together.
Afternotes:
Bulma's Saiyan name is derived from a type of artichoke.