Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Appearance: Part 1 ❯ Pregnancy and Birth ( Chapter 26 )

CHAPTER 26: PREGNANCY AND BIRTH

"GOHAN! THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE!" Marley yelled at him, interrupting his training. "I am fat! I miss my toes! I am carrying your brat and he won't stop kicking! I haven't been able to train because of your damnable son! The puking may have stopped but now I feel like a pig because I can't stop eating! Go to the store and get me peanut butter!"

She was nearing the delivery day and had been raging for the last week or so.

"Marley, you look beautiful. You're the most beautiful thing I've seen in my whole life. I'll go to the store and get you some more peanut butter, is there anything else you need?" He had been keeping his temper pretty well so far, but she wasn't making it any easier. He remembered what his mother had told him, that Marley may not be herself for a while and she would experience mood swings.

"Oh Gohan," Marley said a tear in her eye. "You think I'm beautiful! You are so sweet!" She rushed over to him and hugged his sweaty body. It was moments like these he had a newfound love for his wife. "Watermelon." She stopped crying and looked at him. "I need watermelon too. And…hell, I'll go with you. We can visit Bulma on the way."

"Oh, okay."

She took off into the air and he followed her.

"Marley!" Bulma cried as she ran to greet Marley and Gohan in the front yard. "You look so beautiful. You are glowing, really."

"Thank you Bulma. I feel really fat though. Do you have any peanut butter?"

"Yes, yes, come in both of you. Gohan, how are you?"

"Good, thank you Bulma."

They followed her into the kitchen. Krillun and Versi were sitting at the table talking. They had gotten married that summer. Krillun looked up and said, "Hey Gohan! Haven't seen you in a while, how are ya bud?"

"Great! And you?"

"I'm doing fine. Versi and I are leaving soon, you wanna come."

"Naw, Marley and I are going shopping."

"Suit yourself! Come on Versi!" He turned to were she had been a second ago, but she had gone over to Marley and Bulma and was talking away.

"It seems to me you aren't going anywhere!" Gohan laughed. Krillun scowled at him and said, "Great! Now she is gonna start asking questions like, `Would you want kids?' Look what you've done!"

Gohan and Krillun looked at the women in the corner and laughed.

"Marley," Versi rushed over and hugged her friend, "I haven't seen you in forever! How are you?"

"Well Versi, considering I haven't seen my toes in a while I'm good. Oh, and his son is using me as a punching bag," Marley said and smiled.

"That is a Saiyan for you. I remember feeling like there was a small person trying to train in me when I was pregnant with Trunks," Bulma said laughing.

"Do you have any names Marley?" Versi asked eagerly.

"Well we've thrown around a few. I want a Saiyan name, Rubairu was my favorite growing up, or possibly Barles, but he keeps heading towards Goku or Goten, family names."

"Sounds like fun!" Versi giggled.

"Marley," Bulma said smiling, "do you want to eat dinner here tonight, Goku, Chichi, and Goten are coming over."

"That sounds great Bulma, see you later! Gohan, we can leave!"

"That is my cue Krillun! Gotta run!"

"See ya around man!" Krillun called after him.

Chichi and Bulma were busy in the kitchen making dinner. Versi was next to Marley, who was sitting on a stool, eating her peanut butter, which was industrial sized, and talking to them as they worked. Goku, Gohan, Goten, Trunks, and Vegeta were in the living room watching television and talking as well. It wasn't that they were old fashioned and thought that the women should cook and clean, but rather it just ended up like that. One time, the men had offered to do the dishes after dinner, but that ended up with Chichi and Bulma yelling at them because they had to buy all new dish sets.

"Is dinner almost ready!" Vegeta growled as he poked his head in the kitchen. Bulma turned around with a knife in her hand.

"Be patient," she said dangerously.

"Harrumph." Vegeta turned and left the kitchen.

"Sometimes! I swear that man has some nerve!" Bulma said.

"Goku is like that, kind of, around dinner."

"I wouldn't know, I make Gohan cook," Marley said shrugging.

"Your kidding right!" Chichi said surprised, "And you're still living?"

Marley just shrugged again and stuck a spoonful of peanut butter in her mouth, "I cooked for a little while, but when every meal consisted mainly of peanut butter, he insisted he did it."

The older women laughed.

Later on dinner was served. Immediately the table was filled with hungry Saiyans and half Saiyans. Gohan and Marley sat next to each other, as did Bulma and Vegeta, Krillun and Versi, Chichi and Goku, and Goten and Trunks. Vegeta insisted on picking fights with Goku every other minute, until his wife shot him a glare that could freeze a man solid. Marley was putting peanut butter on every item of food. But unlike her Saiyan counterpart, she wasn't shoveling food in her mouth like a madman. In fact, Chichi and Bulma both noticed she was very cleanly, and even though she ate a lot, for a Saiyan, she was a very graceful eater.

As people finished eating, conversation resumed like normal.

"You are nearing your delivery date are you not Marley?" Bulma asked.

"The projected day is in five days," she said spooning another clump of peanut butter in her mouth.

"Oh, that soon already!" Chichi said excitedly.

"What is the big deal, it is just another brat!" Vegeta spat bitterly.

Marley growled in his direction, her tail swishing back and forth, and then turned back to Bulma and Chichi. "Yes, soon I will greet my toes in the morning."

Chichi and Bulma laughed, knowing the truth behind her words, Marley joined in on their laughter. Then pain shot through her like an arrow. She grabbed the table and gasped.

Gohan looked over in his wife's direction his eyes wide open, "Marley! What is wrong?"

"Gohan, take me to the hospital NOW!"

Gohan was pacing the lobby. He had been there for six hours. Even though everyone was with him, he felt uneasy and nervous. Marley screamed again, her voice rebounding off the walls of the hospital.

"Not even you can scream like this," Chichi commented.

"I know," Bulma agreed.

"She has got to be in a lot a pain," Versi ventured, turning to the older women.

"You have no idea," they said simultaneously.

"Why is she in so much pain?" Gohan said in a worried voice.

"Well, giving birth to Saiyans is no easy task," Chichi answered. "Although, she seems to be experience some excess pain by the sound of it."

Vegeta scoffed. "She wasn't meant to give birth you idiots."

"Vegeta! What would you know? For your information, women were made to give birth." Bulma retaliated.

"I know plenty woman! She is a Saiyan. Upper-class Saiyan females like her rarely gave birth, it was against the law. Too many died giving birth, so we separated the fetus from the mother and grew it in another place." He smirked and then said, "She wont even be able to feed her child, our women lost that ability long ago."

A doctor entered the room, his face was white and drenched with sweat. "Ah, Gohan."

Gohan turned to him and ran over, "Your wife, has asked for you, she was," he rubbed his wrist, "very persuasive. If you'll excuse me, I have to get my arm looked at."

The Vegeta let out a low chuckle. Gohan rushed into the delivery room and a chair met him in the face. "GOHAN!" his wife shrieked. "YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS! I HATE YOU!"

"Now ma'am," a cheery looking nurse said, "you don't really mean that."

"HAVE YOU EVER GIVEN BIRTH TO A TWELVE POUND SAIYAN YOU DISGSTING EARH FILTH! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!" Marley yelled in the direction of the young woman. Tears built in the woman's eyes as she rushed out of the room.

Outside the Z-fighters waited impatiently. Above the constant screaming, they heard Marley cursing everything she saw. Then, unexpectedly, the delivery room door opened and a flash of yellow light burst out of it. Doctors rushed out of the room, fright playing upon their faces. Slowly the Z-fighters entered the room.

Marley was sitting up in the bed, sweat was pouring down her face as she looked up at the people entering. Gohan had passed out on the floor, but was slowing getting up. Marley was smiling down at her newborn baby. "Hi everyone," she said cheerfully. "I'd like you to meet my son, Kakkarotto. Gohan was set on a family name and I on a Saiyan name, so we thought it was a nice compromise. Hmmm, he really is a beautiful boy, and strong too."

She held him up so everyone could see. The boy had a golden aura surrounding him. Golden hair framed his face, which looked remarkably like Goku, and green eyes blinked sleepily.

"That is impossible!" Vegeta yelled. "He can't be born a Super Saiyan!"

"Oh, yes he can!" She said defensively, "He is my son. You know Prince Vegeta," her voice softened a bit, "he has your hair."

"Oh, he is so cute Marley!" Chichi said as she rushed over to the side of the bed. "He has Goku's face too. Oh what a beautiful baby!"

"C-can I hold him, Marley," Gohan said standing up.

"Of course."

Gohan gently lifted the baby boy from his wife's arms and Kakkarotto cooed at his dad. "How was he born a Super-Saiyan?"

"I don't know for sure, but the birth was hard on us both. He might have been under so much stress he just went Super Saiyan."

Everyone was wide eyed and open jawed, especially Vegeta. How could this be? This boy, he thought, will be stronger than all of us.