Birth Of Trunks By Luv Vegeta

The Birth of Trunks, by Luvvegeta

Ok, I know this might sound creepy, but I actually had a dream about this! I hope you enjoy this story and as a disclaimer, of course I don't own DBZ, so don't sue me.

The full moon shone brightly through the sheer, blue curtains of Bulma's bedroom. She couldn't sleep. That damn Vegeta was training late again tonight and her back was killing her-even more than usual. The baby was painfully up against the bottom of her ribcage, where he loved to lie and torture her it seemed. She knew it would be a boy. "I have a son!" Vegeta had declared with an even haughtier smirk than usual as his hand lay on her abdomen a few months before at dinner one night.
"Well, I don't care what you say, dear," she had looked at him with all the annoyance she could muster after throwing up for the tenth time that day, "It will be a daughter to help me torture you."
"We'll see, Woman," he'd sneered. But she knew he wouldn't be wrong about this before she'd even opened her mouth.
"Great," she started to wail now, thinking back to what seemed now such a far away moment, when she'd still had a waist, "I suppose he'll be a carbon copy of his father and treat me like I don't even exist once he gets older." Giving into the feelings of self-pity crashing down on her, so foreign to her usually, steel-reinforced attitude, she let the tears come, blurring her vision as she clumsily made her way to the balcony.
The moon's image calmed her momentarily; it was so beautiful. Her mind instinctively veered away from any loneliness or worry she had, as it had done since she had been a child, and began to imagine a slim, burden-free self dancing weightlessly across the yellow surface. "I want to be there…" she whispered into the darkness.
"Where?" Vegeta roughly whispered. He'd snuck up behind her somehow, Bulma totally oblivious to his presence.
"God, Vegeta!" she jumped in his encircling arms. Then calming down, "You wanna make me pee myself?"
"Yes, we all know how easily that's accomplished these days," he teased.
"You're a real ass," she used a mild tone when she said this, though. It was a bit unsettling the way Vegeta had lately and without warning become protective and, at times, quite affectionate. He still spent most of his time training, but the way he was acting reminded her of the way he maneuvered to get something he wanted. She couldn't get rid of the notion that he was making something up to her in advance.
"That moon draws you, just like it does me. I may have lost my tail, but I'm still affected by it somehow. It pulls you too, Bulma, a good example of the way we share some things, even though we come from completely different worlds. I hope that you continue to accept the way I do things. Things that are in my blood."
She turned quickly to face him and put a hand just below the peak of his dark, untamed spike of hair, "Are you feeling ok? Is that really Vegeta in there or did little men from the moon take over your body?" she raised her eyebrows at him suspiciously.
His eyes lit up fiercely for a moment and then he looked away, "I just…I," he stammered, "The fact that you're carrying my child overwhelms me, Bulma." He seemed instantly ashamed of his words and moved away.
"No, don't go away again, please," Bulma's volatile emotions took a strangling hold upon her once more and tears welled up and spilled over her lower lashes before she could snap to her senses. "Shit, don't cry, he'll laugh at you," she thought, violently reprimanding herself.
But there was no time for laughter on Vegeta's part, even if that would have been his response to her tears, for it seemed that this sudden rush of water from her eyes brought on another, as the baby's water broke and raced warmly down her legs, both of which buckled in terror at what had just occurred. The contractions, weak enough to be mistaken as a backache for the past few hours, suddenly became strong, and one ripped across her belly, building in strength and agony as she doubled over and wrapped her arms around herself.
Vegeta winced at the pain reflected in Bulma's moans, but he had to admit that he was glad this moment had finally arrived.
"Oh, God!" Bulma screamed up at him, "I'm going to die."
"Don't be silly, Woman, you're merely going to give birth!"
Bulma had never before wanted to put her fist through his head in all of their turbulent past as violently as she wished to at this moment.

"Vegeta! Good God, you're flying the wrong freakin' way!"
"Stop yelling! And squirming! You're hard to hold onto with all this mess," he turned up his perfectly straight nose as he felt the warm liquid ooze along his left arm.
"That mess is me having your baby, you damned jerk! I could just kill you right now for doing this to me. I haaaaaate yoooooou," she screamed at him with all the fury she could muster as another contraction crushed across her midsection, driving daggers into her back.
Vegeta momentarily pitied her, but was once more thankful for the distraction of the more frequent labor pains.
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"Oh my God! Where the hell are we? You tell me right now, damn you! Vegeta!"
"Now Bulma," he began. He had expected just such a reaction and made his voice as gentle as possible to avoid causing as little stress to his mate as was possible in the situation. "Remember a little while ago when I was saying that my kind has its own way of doing things…"
"I don't give a rat's ass about the way you stupid Saiyans do things! I want to go to the hospital. You know that big white building we must have visited twenty times in the last three months for Lamaze class? You know with beds, and nurses, and walls for God's sake! This is it! You've finally closed yourself up in that damn training capsule until you've lost your freakin' mind! You're crazy, you have to be!" she started to bawl-at a pitch that made Vegeta feel as if his eardrums would burst.
"Damn, Woman. If you'd only be quiet for a minute and let me explain…"
She sobbed even louder, "What did I do to deserve this? I'm going to die here and my baby, too! That's it isn't it? You've been playing nicey-nicey all this time so that I'd trust you, and you could bring me to this awful place to die. You never wanted me or your son at all! You Bastard!"
Vegeta gasped at her interpretation of the circumstances. Everything was going horribly wrong. This wasn't the way the birth of a child, especially a son, a first son, was supposed to play out. He just had to make her understand. The Saiya-Jin prince took in a huge gulp of air and tried to calm himself down so that he could reason with his mother-to-be.
He waited for the contraction to end and then spoke softly, lowering himself on one knee and looking straight into her eyes, "Bulma, do you really think I would do that? You're being irrational because of your pain…"
She started to interrupt, but he put a finger to her lips, "Hear me out! Look around. I want you to see the beauty of this place, the place where our firstborn will come into the world."
Bulma listened to his words, becoming more calm, but still looked at her surroundings with huge, terrified eyes. The light from the full moon bathed the area in golden light, sparkling off the tumble of a waterfall a few yards off that was spilling into a small pool of turquoise water. Trees with trunks of tremendous size stretched powerfully upward as if they were yearning to reach the twinkling stars so far above them with the full burst of foliage they bore at their tops. All was surrounded by ominous rock of a shadowy flint color, which dipped and then climbed into jagged peaks, that could almost be called mountains. As she was assailed by the pain once more, Bulma noticed that there was some other type of a silvery, metallic mineral imbedded in this surface, causing the whole encircling body of rock to sparkle as if the trees had accomplished their goal and thrown the very stars into the surrounding crags.
"Well?" he queried anxiously.
"Do you think you can give me a minute here?! This kind of hurts you know!" she growled back digging her nails into the cool, sandy earth beneath her.
"This looks enough like the place where I was born to almost be one in the same," he said softly.
"Yeah, I was starting to guess that you had never heard of hospitals where you're from!"
When the crease eased between her eyebrows and her lips relaxed from their grimace he looked to her searchingly for a reaction.
"Look, Vegeta, I still don't understand why you brought me here. I know that I'm always complaining that you could be a little more romantic, but now isn't the best time. If you can just fly me in that direction over there," she extended an arm in the direction from which they had come, "Then everything will be ok and…"
"No."
"What???!!! I thought I just heard you say no! Listen…"
He was beginning to get angry and struggled to control his temper, "No," he said with an edge of menace to his voice, "This time it's you who needs to listen to me. I've tried to tell you before how hard it sometimes is for me to live here among humans when they're so different from my own kind. You are always telling me I need to try to `fit in' here, since this is now my home, but you must understand that there are certain Saiyan ways I will never abandon, Bulma. I will always be driven to battle, I will never abandon the pursuit of surpassing Kakarrot and fulfilling the legacy of my royal bloodline, and this is also one custom you must yield to for as long as you are my mate and each time we bear a child."
"I don't see much `we' in all this suffering, Vegeta! You should be thinking of me right now," she wailed at the onset of the next contraction.
"Ah, so soon another one happens! It won't be long now," Vegeta thought to himself. Then he said to Bulma as he laid an uneasy hand on her shoulder, "We wouldn't make it to the hospital in time now anyway. Such a birth would bring shame to both me and my son. This birth is between the three of us, there can be no outsiders! No, there will be no hospital," he said with finality.
Realization of the situation struck Bulma with a jolt to her nervous system. The thoughts ran randomly through her panic-stricken brain, "Oh my God, he's not joking. This isn't a joke. But he doesn't want to kill me. I think. He's not going to. No, not Vegeta. It's not like him. He doesn't want to deliver the baby himself !"
Fear chased Bulma's fury away and she conceded to a new tactic: Reason. "Ok, Vegeta-Chan," she whispered putting a soft hand to his sweaty cheek, "Now you can't deliver this baby. You don't know how. We don't want anything to happen to the little one, now do we? And what if there are complications. Come on now, babe, please. Listen to reason, and let's just go to the hospital where we all belong right now."
He sighed and pulled off his white training gloves. He laid his warm hand on top of her own, hoping that the touch of his skin she seemed to love so much, always insisting he take off his gloves when they were together, would somehow sway the doubts in her mind, "Bulma, I'm not going there, and there is no way to change my mind. And I do know how to do this. We are brought to the place of our birth many times as children. It is a place of pride that in some way reflects the character of our parents. I saw my own several times before Frieza took me away from my home and heard many stories about how my own father delivered me. Besides, I've read a lot of books about this in the last few months," he blushed as he admitted these last words, diverting his gaze toward the cascade of moon-glowing water.
"Books are no sub…no substi…" Bulma was wearing down growing exhausted by her body's apparent effort to drive her mad with pain. She lay back in defeat, just trying to survive the latest onslaught.
"I've been coming here bringing the things we will need," he continued on as her own words died on her lips. He cheerfully rose and headed for a nearby cave.
"Yeah, you're cheerful now, you arrogant shit because you got your way. Just you wait until this baby comes! I'm going to totally kick your ass! Do you hear me?! VEGETA!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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"God don't leave me here alone," she felt as if she were drowning in agony, "Vegeta, please, please come back." It seemed like forever before she could make out his familiar form advancing toward her, "God, baby, come here, please do something. I can't take this pain."
"You are my mate, which means you can," he said calmly, "Come on, Woman, I know you're tougher than that." He rolled his dark eyes toward the stars overhead.
"Damn it, Vegeta! I'd like to see you try to do this. Do you know what would be happening right now if I were at the hospital? I'd be getting some pain medication or an epidural. Believe me you pompous ass, you don't know what pain like this is!" she glared at him with as much malice as she could muster.
He chuckled as he stacked clean, white towels and laid out a softly-fuzzed blanket, "Come here, Bulma," he purred at her in the tone she loved so much in their most intimate moments. He picked up her bulky form with ease and lay her on the cornflower blue surface.
"Yeah, that's what got me in this shape in the first place, Vegeta, so just shut up, ok? I curse the day I ever let you touch me!"

"Come on now, let's walk," he coached. Her labor seemed to have slowed down, but he wasn't about to show a moment's worry and cause her the same.
"You're out of your damn mind," she said with exhaustion in her voice, " I can't even get up, much less walk around, for God's sake!"
"Please," the word almost stuck in his throat, "Bulma, it will make the baby come faster. Gravity works on labor, you know." He helped her to her feet, weary, but too intuitive to complain about his own discomfort. Vegeta looked at her, huge, blue eyes drooping with fatigue, her turquoise hair limp with sweat. His heart swelled with love for her bravery, her stamina through the birth of his child, the first child from his royal bloodline. "I should tell her how much I feel for her right now," the thought passed through his mind. But he couldn't . His pride couldn't let show that much emotion. "But this is Bulma!" his brain argued, "The woman you share your bed with for Kami's sake! Look at her, she's suffering so much! The very least you can do is tell her you care!" In a moment of emotion he blurted out to her, "You know I love you, Bulma." He blushed despite his efforts not to.
"Vegeta…" she looked at him wonderingly. She got to her feet, strength renewed and fell in step to his own slow pacing back and forth. A resilience shown in her eyes once more, making Vegeta confident he had used the right strategy. "But love isn't built upon the tenets of strategy," a small voice echoed inside his head. He chose to ignore it.
"Walk, Bulma, walk."

"The baby's coming! I can feel it!" she screamed, hands digging into his arm.
"H-how can you be sure?" he queried, beginning to feel slightly unsure of himself.
"This feeling of needing to push…to get it out of my body, it's overwhelming, God…I'm so scared," her eyes bulged with effort.
"Well, there's no need to be frightened when I'm here," he said, trying to help. He felt so desperate to keep her calm; usually nothing frightened her when he was near. This fear she had was so unsettling for him.
"Aaaahhhh, I'm going to die out here," she howled. Her words made him shudder violently.
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"Perhaps I have made an error in judgement…" he started to think to himself, but then, Thank Kami, the head crowned. "Yes, that's it! Keep pushing, Bulma, just a little bit more. I can see his head."
"Oh, my God! You can? Oh, my little boy! Hey, Vegeta, God I wish you'd get away from there. I've read about this, and you're never going to want to have sex with me again after seeing this! Come on and…" a slight respite from the pain gave her time to fell embarrassed.
"Yeah right, Woman. Obviously you don't know me as well as you think," he laughed a little, glad for the relief in tension the pause in labor had previously brought.
"You know I love you too, Vegeta. Even if you are a pain in the ass!" He smiled at this as his son's head emerged, bloody but obviously powerful. Vegeta began to worry. If he were this overpowered by emotion at the birth of his son, how was he ever going to continue training enough to save his life, as well as that of his mother?
Bulma tore at the blanket, ripping at the edges as she produced the final efforts required to deliver her baby. Blood gushed, black in the moonlight upon the soft blue of the cotton underneath her.
"My SON!!!!!" Vegeta roared with triumph as he held the newborn above his head. Bulma's gaze was growing hazy as she thought to herself that she had never seen him look so proud. Right before she fell into an abyss of unconsciousness, she saw her mate take the baby's cord, beaded with blood, into his mouth and rip it violently in two with his teeth. "Do you have to sever our bond so fiercely," she projected her thoughts toward the pair as silky blackness wrapped itself around her so completely it seemed to fill every pore.
Vegeta raised his child in his hands to the vast sky and roared to every ancestor who had ever come before him. He carried the newborn to the water's edge to cleanse him of his mother's blood.

Bulma felt cold when she awoke, but the sight of Vegeta wrapping their son in a blanket warmed her slightly. He was between her ankles and caught sight of her goose pimples. "Are you cold, Bulma?"
"Yessss," she was embarrassed at the sound her chattering teeth made. He wrapped another blanket around her as well. "My baby?" she asked with all the energy she could muster. She didn't remember feeling so tired before in all her life.
"Worthy of his royal bloodline, I can assure you," the pride swelled in her mate's voice.
She held her arms out, "For God's sake let me hold him, Veggie-Chan! It's well overdue! You're holding him all wrong, he needs to be hugged, cradled." He placed the squirming bundle in her arms. "Oh my God! He's so perfect," large tears fell from both of her eyes as she ran them over him, peeling the blanket back to get a better look. "Vegeta, he looks so much like you," she choked, beginning to sob, "I have a baby, I have a baby," she kept repeating in disbelief.
His father placed a finger against the boy's palm and he wrapped his fist around it and squeezed with much force. "So strong already," Vegeta felt astounded, "He's as solid as the tree trunks around us."
"Hey, that's a great name I think!"
"Huh?" Vegeta looked confused.
"Trunks," Bulma said. "His name will always remind us of this place," she said looking around at the beauty of the surroundings.
"Then you're not angry," Vegeta looked at his mate searchingly, "You agree with this at last?"
"Well," she said completely exhausted and extremely sleepy, "I can't say I wouldn't like the comfort of a soft hospital bed right now," she admitted, " But sharing this with you and only you…knowing you were the one to bring our son into this world," her eyes then filled with tears and, very Bulma-like (or so he thought) her sobs kept her from continuing.
He took the baby, intent on insisting that his mother give him his first meal, but waited instead so that he could curl up beside Bulma and place the infant into the curl of her abdomen, the three of them sharing their warmth in a contented sleep.