Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Majik ❯ The Birth ( Chapter 15 )
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By: Vegeta Goddess 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Occult / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.27.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 703 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Occult / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.27.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 703 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, however this plot and all subsequent original characters are my property and may not be used by other people without my consent (sorry it came to this but badly written knock-off’s off this fic are starting to spring up.)
Author Note: Shame on me for not updating sooner…and not even updating longer. Sorry. I got caught up in another fanfic…and to be truthful it didn’t seem fair to force myself to write this fic when my heart wasn’t in it. I am sorry. I hate authors who do this to people…I guess now at least I can understand why they do it.
I have EVERY intention of finishing this fanfic! You can be assured of that!
~*~
Goku smiled faintly at Vegeta, an amused little grin that slid over his mouth but never reached his eyes. His handsome face seemed mocking…but infinitely sad somehow. Bulma wasn’t sure how she sensed it, but she could feel something akin to remorse at Vegeta choosing death over a partner ship with him. Some part of Goku wanted his old friend to be with them – as friend or lover Bulma wasn’t sure, but Goku wanted Vegeta.
Bulma swallowed hastily as she realised that she really was sensing Goku’s emotions. It was like smelling something in the air or tasting something on your tongue. She could feel his emotions in her head and running down her spine like textured material rubbing against her skin.
It had to be the child doing this to her…
“Do you hear me?”
Bulma jumped as Vegeta’s voice crashed through her mind and shook her from the stupor she had been in. How long had she been staring into space? She felt strange…something felt wrong. She raised pained eyes as a trembling, aching and abruptly sharp pain spasmed down her back and through her stomach, forcing her to grit her teeth to keep herself from crying out aloud.
She could not let Vegeta kill her baby!
The thought came at her out of the blue and she instinctively wrapped her arms around her huge stomach as Vegeta growled and stepped forward towards Goku, his eyes flickering from Bulma to Goku and back again as though he was suddenly unsure which of them was the most dangerous. “I said I would never join you! Death would be a pleasure compared to the sin you just offered to me.”
“On the contrary, Vegeta.” Goku’s voice slid like silk over Bulma’s skin, soothing the pain that was wracking her tiny frame. “Your death will be nothing like the pleasure of the so called ‘sin’ that I offer.” His voice caressed her gently, rubbing along her skin like a great big purring cat. Did it feel like this to Vegeta? Did Goku’s voice wrap itself around him in such a…physical way?
“Stop it!”
Vegeta’s sharp intake of breath and his growling unhappy tone gave Bulma all the answers she needed – Goku was using his voice on them both, but with two different effects. While Bulma was soothed by the obvious sensual quality in it, it seemed to terrify Vegeta far more then it should have. His revulsion of what he could feel in Goku’s voice was so utterly complete that he lost the advantage his fighting stance had had over Goku’s loose pose, and he stumbled back a step with is hands raised as though to ward it off.
There was another pause in which the room seemed to spin slowly and everything slowed down – in that time Bulma felt her child stirring within her. Twisting and turning like some kind of strange alien symbiont that wanted out of its host. She groaned slightly and in that moment Vegeta turned his eyes to hers, a small frown on his face as he saw the pain on Bulma’s.
“Bulma…?”
He stepped towards Bulma, somehow his concern for Bulma overriding his concern about Goku. Instantly a small blur was upon Vegeta – a small childlike shape with long talons that was silhouetted in a lightning flash - and a demonic giggling sound vibrated through the air like broken glass along a blackboard. Bulma shut her eyes and groaned as another spasm wrenched it’s way down her body, squeezing at her chest and stomach and shredding at her insides. Distantly she heard Vegeta scream- not in pain but in fear. She tried to open her eyes to see what was happening but the light in the room was too dim and another contraction in her stomach caused her eyes to fly shut.
Time returned to its normal speed and a sound like two fighting, snarling beasts filled the air. A million thoughts crammed themselves in Bulma’s mind – was this the baby coming? Was it supposed to hurt this much this fast? Weren’t contractions supposed to have long gaps in between? Why wasn’t anyone helping her? It hurt so much…so much…why was it happening so fast? A terrible long scream was torn from Bulma’s throat as a piercing pain shot through her abdomen, the sharp tight pain stabbing at her from the inside out. She could feel wetness between her legs…had her water broken or was it blood…it hurt!
[Don’t fight me...]
Bulma shied away from the voice in her head – so calm and competent. Around her she could still hear the sounds of fighting, interspersed with drabbles of demonic laughter or grunts of pain – some sounds were feminine and some were decidedly masculine, but all of the sounds blended into a swirling cataclysmic pool of noise which kicked and bit at Bulma’s head, worsening the horrible convulsions she could feel coming from within her. Sobbing, Bulma realised she was lying on her back and that that position was making everything hurt so much more…with a strength that she didn’t know she had she somehow managed to turn herself over and she crouched on all fours, not caring how undignified she looked as long as the pain went away.
As the storm raged outside and the battle between the angel and the demon waged, Bulma cried silently as tremors and spasms made their way up and down her back and al through her stomach. Time lost all meaning to her – there was simply pain, pain and nothing else.
“Does it hurt?” A tiny voice, spoken by a tiny girl who was crouched next to her, her brilliant blue eyes wide as she stared at Bulma with fascination. She reached out a hand and Bulma flinched away – recognising something bad and evil in those magnificent eyes.
...How could she see the child in the dark?...
Her child however moved about within her as though it recognised this girl’s presence.
...Was the child allowing her to see through the darkness?...
“Master!” The childish voice was full of joy and those glorious blue eyes widened in pleasure as the child squirmed within her.
“Get away…from me!” Bulma gasped out as the child wriggled inside of her just as another contraction hit. Dimly she wondered if the contractions might kill the child – they seemed to be so tight and violent. As much as she felt dislike for the pain the child was causing her, she couldn’t fell anything other then protective of the life within her.
How could something so young and small be so evil?
The girl smiled and straightened to her full height, laughing softly before vanishing back into the darkness of the room – her childish giggling one again dancing mockingly around the room as she cavorted with Goku, both of them viciously toying with Vegeta. She returned to Bulma’s side before long, sitting cross-legged next to her and watching with pure fascination as Bulma’s child struggled to break free of its mother’s body.
“Damn you!”
Bulma’s eyes opened as she heard Goku’s voice, and she realised that could see them, through the soupy darkness, as though everything was as clear as day. It wasn’t just the girl she could see now – it was all of them, as though they glowed from the inside. She could see Goku, surrounded by a dark black aura as he dodged a rather futile attack by Vegeta, seizing him with clawed hands and rammed him into the bathroom wall, the force of the motion propelling Vegeta several inches into the wall’s plaster and shattering the tiling.
Bleeding wounds traced Goku’s beautiful body – letting Bulma know that while she’d been in agony they must have been ferociously fighting, so much so that neither of them had noticed what was happening to her. How long had she been this like? It didn’t feel like long…but, oh…the pain was so horrible that at the same time it felt like forever! She wanted to scream at them both to stop this futile fighting, but the noise of the storm would have drowned out any sound she’s have made.
Snarling, Vegeta shoved himself away from the wall and began to gather strange glowing particles of light in his hands, the glow gathered strength and the entire room were illuminated. A roaring sound filled her ears as the atmosphere in the room seemed to tense – literally tense as though there was electricity in the air – and then she met Vegeta’s eyes and everything seemed to pause, again the angel seemed to forget about Goku as he watched her.
“Bulma?”
The power didn’t fade around Vegeta, if anything it began to gather more intensely in his hands, but his attention wasn’t where it should have been and when Goku growled and hurled himself at him, he hit him full on, ignoring any pain he might have felt as the light surrounding Vegeta hissed like burning acid when Goku came in contact with it.
Vegeta’s scream of agony as Goku quickly punched him in the neck and almost crushed his windpipe was almost drowned out by Goku’s own feral cries as the light seared into him – burning his flesh in the same way that sunlight can roast a vampire. The two of them clung to one another, Vegeta trying to push as much as the angelic energy into Goku as he could, and Goku trying to claw and attack any part of Vegeta that he could. Blood splattered onto the bathroom tiles, blue blood and red blood – both types hissing and burning through the tiles the moment they splashed onto it.
“Rimmon!” Goku’s voice rose into the air with a sound like the beating of a hundred bird wings. It pushed at the confines of the room and disappeared in the roar of thunder. The noise of their fight, although deafening to Bulma, was drowned out by the roaring sound that was filling her ears like the sound of an oncoming freight train. The room seemed to shake, the ground trembled beneath her and the roof of the bathroom seemed to lift of it’s own accord and rise into the night, disappearing into a swirling mass of twisted green and black clouds.
Through the empty hole where the roof had been a creature descended, cloaked in howling wind and lashing rain – a tall bony creature who’s pale blotchy orange skin and long slimy black hair marked it as the same demon that Bulma had seen outside with her child’s powers. It landed delicately, hissing like a demonic jungle cat at the sight of Vegeta and, when Goku called its name again, threw itself into the fray with blind obedience, slashing and clawing with a demonic violence that seemed to be inherent in all of the demons Bulma had met.
Bulma screamed as she saw one of its talons connect with Vegeta’s neck. There was a great splurge of blood…and Bulma closed her eyes. Not wanting to see anything that happened from this point on…she loved them both, God help her, she loved Vegeta and Goku and dint want either to die. She couldn’t watch anymore.
The pain inside of her was growing and growing, pushing outwards and down and squeezing like a horrible hand. It took all the will power Bulma had not to simply drop to the ground and scream and scream and scream with the pain of it all.
“Oh God…God!” Bulma sobbed and screamed as the pain reached a crescendo and everything else around her became insignificant compared to the agony she was feeling. She could feel her baby slowly being expelled from her body…but the pain was so intense…so exhausting…that she couldn’t seem to think of anything other then getting it out of her and stopping the pain.
The pain seemed to continue for hours although considering how fast the baby had gestated it was probably on minutes. Finally, after an agony that had sapped all of her strength, she could feel the baby slowly slipping through her body…pushing it’s way through her body…being squeezed out. Bulma could feel the small girl touching her gently, almost reverently as her body heaved and with a scream the child finally fell from her body into the girls waiting hands.
Instantly Bulma collapsed - the pain was still strong but it was too much to remain in her position, she simply didn’t have enough strength. Her body was still contracting – pushing out liquid and the placenta – but the pain was slowly abating. Fading. Leaving.
Lightning cracked overhead and rain abruptly began to pour down on them harder. As the pain slowly left her body, Bulma was able to hear the sounds of fighting again – desperate sounds. Bulma groaned and felt herself being pulled by one arm under more cover, she looked up to find the small girl crouched over her holding the child. It was a small red baby with a surprisingly large tuft of black hair.
It wasn’t crying.
It was staring at Bulma with the same chilling blue eyes that had hunted her in her dream. Eyes that stared at her, not with the innocence of a child, but with the same knowledge that she’d often seen looking out of Goku’s two black orbs - something alluring and yet frightening.
“He’s so beautiful.” The brown haired girl cuddled him closely, settling down near Bulma she looked at the new mother curiously, her childish blue eyes wandering all over her body. Distantly Bulma realised she was naked…when she had lost her clothes? Who had…?
“Who undressed me?” She felt so weak and faint. Almost empty without the buzzing of her chid within her. Funny, she hadn’t even been aware of how much noise there had been inside of her head from the baby until it had been taken away.
“I took your clothes from you.” The young girl tilted her head and jiggled the baby gently, soothing it even though the child was perfectly calm and still. “Clothes would have impeded our new lords entry into the world.”
Bulma nodded, watching as the rain steadily beat down through the roof, trickling down the wall and pooling all over the crushed tiles. It was much lighter now, not because of the enhanced vision which the child had gifted her with earlier, but because the sun was slowly rising. Just enough to cast some dim lighting across the room and enough for Bulma to see that Vegeta and Gou had moved out of the room.
There was blood all over the floor – she wasn’t sure whose blood was who’s. Some of it was hers, there was a huge pool of blood and liquid and other messy lumps where she had been crouched. There was also blue and red blood splashed all of the floor and walls where Vegeta had been pinned into the wall earlier…had Vegeta always had blue blood? She had always seen him bleed red?
“You think too loudly.” The girl smiled down at her, a chilling, pitying smile that matched the cold and calculating look in her eyes. “For someone who was once almost equal to Goku in power and knowledge you certainly can be simple.”
“What?” Could this girl read her thoughts?
“Of course I can.” She nodded slowly, answering Bulma’s unasked question. “Vegeta’s blood is blue because he is fighting in his angelic form.” She sighed, a long-suffering sigh of boredom. “I do not know what it is that our lord sees in you, or why he chose you to be the mother of the child. You have been so affected by your time on Earth as a mortal that you have forgotten everything that was once important to you.”
“Who are you?” Bulma narrowed her eyes – the girls voice was taking on a familiar tone. She didn’t know who this girl was, she had definitely never seen her before, but there was something in her manner that was disturbingly familiar. It felt like deja vu.
She chuckled childishly. “You see?” She laughed. “You have forgotten everything.” The girl stood up, still rocking the baby. “I am Proserpine, servant to the Dark Lord and the demoness of Destruction.”
“I see.” And Bulma did see. She could remember little of what heaven was like but the name of Proserpine conjured up an image of a beautiful woman with long black hair and glowing eyes. An angelic creature that had been cast from heaven because of her disloyalty in the war and her inability to fight solely for God – she was not the demoness of destruction for nothing and had killed many people and destroyed many lives during the turbulent years in heaven.
Bulma forced herself to concentrate and not slip off into thought as Proserpine watched her thoughtfully. “Do you want to hold him?” She offered.
Bulma nodded and, smiling softly, Proserpine lowered the child into Bulma’s waiting arms. She tilted her head as she watched the son snuggle into his mother’s hold, sensing from the child a bizarre satisfaction. Perhaps from the corruption of innocence? No. Bulma was not corrupt – at least not in the way that she should have been. The child was simply happy to be in his mother’s grasp.
[Protection.]
Proserpine nodded to herself as she understood the thoughts running through the anti-Christs head. Bulma’s inability to believe that her son was evil meant that she would protect him from the forces of good with all her strength. She may not have been strong compared to some of the angelic powers that could be thrown at her, but she would die before allowing her son to die. Her love, although misguided, was the one thing that would always protect the child until he was able to protect himself.
“Smart.” Proserpine muttered, stretching as she listening to the dimming sounds of battle. Vegeta was not yet dead, perhaps he would not completely, but he was losing and losing badly. Soon Goku would return and he would take Bulma to a safe place – a place where their son would be safe to grow.
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A/N – Possibly not the chapter that people were looking forward too – however it is an important chapter because it deals with the birth. I can’t write pregnancy well, never having been pregnant before so don’t give me crap about labour pains. It’s a demonic labour and a demonic birth – different to human birth. Anyway, I shall be trying to update this fanfic more often now that I’m available to write a little more often – I enjoy this story and want to finish it. So I shall! Let me know what you think and remember that feedback of any kind if always appreciated.
Author Note: Shame on me for not updating sooner…and not even updating longer. Sorry. I got caught up in another fanfic…and to be truthful it didn’t seem fair to force myself to write this fic when my heart wasn’t in it. I am sorry. I hate authors who do this to people…I guess now at least I can understand why they do it.
I have EVERY intention of finishing this fanfic! You can be assured of that!
~*~
Goku smiled faintly at Vegeta, an amused little grin that slid over his mouth but never reached his eyes. His handsome face seemed mocking…but infinitely sad somehow. Bulma wasn’t sure how she sensed it, but she could feel something akin to remorse at Vegeta choosing death over a partner ship with him. Some part of Goku wanted his old friend to be with them – as friend or lover Bulma wasn’t sure, but Goku wanted Vegeta.
Bulma swallowed hastily as she realised that she really was sensing Goku’s emotions. It was like smelling something in the air or tasting something on your tongue. She could feel his emotions in her head and running down her spine like textured material rubbing against her skin.
It had to be the child doing this to her…
“Do you hear me?”
Bulma jumped as Vegeta’s voice crashed through her mind and shook her from the stupor she had been in. How long had she been staring into space? She felt strange…something felt wrong. She raised pained eyes as a trembling, aching and abruptly sharp pain spasmed down her back and through her stomach, forcing her to grit her teeth to keep herself from crying out aloud.
She could not let Vegeta kill her baby!
The thought came at her out of the blue and she instinctively wrapped her arms around her huge stomach as Vegeta growled and stepped forward towards Goku, his eyes flickering from Bulma to Goku and back again as though he was suddenly unsure which of them was the most dangerous. “I said I would never join you! Death would be a pleasure compared to the sin you just offered to me.”
“On the contrary, Vegeta.” Goku’s voice slid like silk over Bulma’s skin, soothing the pain that was wracking her tiny frame. “Your death will be nothing like the pleasure of the so called ‘sin’ that I offer.” His voice caressed her gently, rubbing along her skin like a great big purring cat. Did it feel like this to Vegeta? Did Goku’s voice wrap itself around him in such a…physical way?
“Stop it!”
Vegeta’s sharp intake of breath and his growling unhappy tone gave Bulma all the answers she needed – Goku was using his voice on them both, but with two different effects. While Bulma was soothed by the obvious sensual quality in it, it seemed to terrify Vegeta far more then it should have. His revulsion of what he could feel in Goku’s voice was so utterly complete that he lost the advantage his fighting stance had had over Goku’s loose pose, and he stumbled back a step with is hands raised as though to ward it off.
There was another pause in which the room seemed to spin slowly and everything slowed down – in that time Bulma felt her child stirring within her. Twisting and turning like some kind of strange alien symbiont that wanted out of its host. She groaned slightly and in that moment Vegeta turned his eyes to hers, a small frown on his face as he saw the pain on Bulma’s.
“Bulma…?”
He stepped towards Bulma, somehow his concern for Bulma overriding his concern about Goku. Instantly a small blur was upon Vegeta – a small childlike shape with long talons that was silhouetted in a lightning flash - and a demonic giggling sound vibrated through the air like broken glass along a blackboard. Bulma shut her eyes and groaned as another spasm wrenched it’s way down her body, squeezing at her chest and stomach and shredding at her insides. Distantly she heard Vegeta scream- not in pain but in fear. She tried to open her eyes to see what was happening but the light in the room was too dim and another contraction in her stomach caused her eyes to fly shut.
Time returned to its normal speed and a sound like two fighting, snarling beasts filled the air. A million thoughts crammed themselves in Bulma’s mind – was this the baby coming? Was it supposed to hurt this much this fast? Weren’t contractions supposed to have long gaps in between? Why wasn’t anyone helping her? It hurt so much…so much…why was it happening so fast? A terrible long scream was torn from Bulma’s throat as a piercing pain shot through her abdomen, the sharp tight pain stabbing at her from the inside out. She could feel wetness between her legs…had her water broken or was it blood…it hurt!
[Don’t fight me...]
Bulma shied away from the voice in her head – so calm and competent. Around her she could still hear the sounds of fighting, interspersed with drabbles of demonic laughter or grunts of pain – some sounds were feminine and some were decidedly masculine, but all of the sounds blended into a swirling cataclysmic pool of noise which kicked and bit at Bulma’s head, worsening the horrible convulsions she could feel coming from within her. Sobbing, Bulma realised she was lying on her back and that that position was making everything hurt so much more…with a strength that she didn’t know she had she somehow managed to turn herself over and she crouched on all fours, not caring how undignified she looked as long as the pain went away.
As the storm raged outside and the battle between the angel and the demon waged, Bulma cried silently as tremors and spasms made their way up and down her back and al through her stomach. Time lost all meaning to her – there was simply pain, pain and nothing else.
“Does it hurt?” A tiny voice, spoken by a tiny girl who was crouched next to her, her brilliant blue eyes wide as she stared at Bulma with fascination. She reached out a hand and Bulma flinched away – recognising something bad and evil in those magnificent eyes.
...How could she see the child in the dark?...
Her child however moved about within her as though it recognised this girl’s presence.
...Was the child allowing her to see through the darkness?...
“Master!” The childish voice was full of joy and those glorious blue eyes widened in pleasure as the child squirmed within her.
“Get away…from me!” Bulma gasped out as the child wriggled inside of her just as another contraction hit. Dimly she wondered if the contractions might kill the child – they seemed to be so tight and violent. As much as she felt dislike for the pain the child was causing her, she couldn’t fell anything other then protective of the life within her.
How could something so young and small be so evil?
The girl smiled and straightened to her full height, laughing softly before vanishing back into the darkness of the room – her childish giggling one again dancing mockingly around the room as she cavorted with Goku, both of them viciously toying with Vegeta. She returned to Bulma’s side before long, sitting cross-legged next to her and watching with pure fascination as Bulma’s child struggled to break free of its mother’s body.
“Damn you!”
Bulma’s eyes opened as she heard Goku’s voice, and she realised that could see them, through the soupy darkness, as though everything was as clear as day. It wasn’t just the girl she could see now – it was all of them, as though they glowed from the inside. She could see Goku, surrounded by a dark black aura as he dodged a rather futile attack by Vegeta, seizing him with clawed hands and rammed him into the bathroom wall, the force of the motion propelling Vegeta several inches into the wall’s plaster and shattering the tiling.
Bleeding wounds traced Goku’s beautiful body – letting Bulma know that while she’d been in agony they must have been ferociously fighting, so much so that neither of them had noticed what was happening to her. How long had she been this like? It didn’t feel like long…but, oh…the pain was so horrible that at the same time it felt like forever! She wanted to scream at them both to stop this futile fighting, but the noise of the storm would have drowned out any sound she’s have made.
Snarling, Vegeta shoved himself away from the wall and began to gather strange glowing particles of light in his hands, the glow gathered strength and the entire room were illuminated. A roaring sound filled her ears as the atmosphere in the room seemed to tense – literally tense as though there was electricity in the air – and then she met Vegeta’s eyes and everything seemed to pause, again the angel seemed to forget about Goku as he watched her.
“Bulma?”
The power didn’t fade around Vegeta, if anything it began to gather more intensely in his hands, but his attention wasn’t where it should have been and when Goku growled and hurled himself at him, he hit him full on, ignoring any pain he might have felt as the light surrounding Vegeta hissed like burning acid when Goku came in contact with it.
Vegeta’s scream of agony as Goku quickly punched him in the neck and almost crushed his windpipe was almost drowned out by Goku’s own feral cries as the light seared into him – burning his flesh in the same way that sunlight can roast a vampire. The two of them clung to one another, Vegeta trying to push as much as the angelic energy into Goku as he could, and Goku trying to claw and attack any part of Vegeta that he could. Blood splattered onto the bathroom tiles, blue blood and red blood – both types hissing and burning through the tiles the moment they splashed onto it.
“Rimmon!” Goku’s voice rose into the air with a sound like the beating of a hundred bird wings. It pushed at the confines of the room and disappeared in the roar of thunder. The noise of their fight, although deafening to Bulma, was drowned out by the roaring sound that was filling her ears like the sound of an oncoming freight train. The room seemed to shake, the ground trembled beneath her and the roof of the bathroom seemed to lift of it’s own accord and rise into the night, disappearing into a swirling mass of twisted green and black clouds.
Through the empty hole where the roof had been a creature descended, cloaked in howling wind and lashing rain – a tall bony creature who’s pale blotchy orange skin and long slimy black hair marked it as the same demon that Bulma had seen outside with her child’s powers. It landed delicately, hissing like a demonic jungle cat at the sight of Vegeta and, when Goku called its name again, threw itself into the fray with blind obedience, slashing and clawing with a demonic violence that seemed to be inherent in all of the demons Bulma had met.
Bulma screamed as she saw one of its talons connect with Vegeta’s neck. There was a great splurge of blood…and Bulma closed her eyes. Not wanting to see anything that happened from this point on…she loved them both, God help her, she loved Vegeta and Goku and dint want either to die. She couldn’t watch anymore.
The pain inside of her was growing and growing, pushing outwards and down and squeezing like a horrible hand. It took all the will power Bulma had not to simply drop to the ground and scream and scream and scream with the pain of it all.
“Oh God…God!” Bulma sobbed and screamed as the pain reached a crescendo and everything else around her became insignificant compared to the agony she was feeling. She could feel her baby slowly being expelled from her body…but the pain was so intense…so exhausting…that she couldn’t seem to think of anything other then getting it out of her and stopping the pain.
The pain seemed to continue for hours although considering how fast the baby had gestated it was probably on minutes. Finally, after an agony that had sapped all of her strength, she could feel the baby slowly slipping through her body…pushing it’s way through her body…being squeezed out. Bulma could feel the small girl touching her gently, almost reverently as her body heaved and with a scream the child finally fell from her body into the girls waiting hands.
Instantly Bulma collapsed - the pain was still strong but it was too much to remain in her position, she simply didn’t have enough strength. Her body was still contracting – pushing out liquid and the placenta – but the pain was slowly abating. Fading. Leaving.
Lightning cracked overhead and rain abruptly began to pour down on them harder. As the pain slowly left her body, Bulma was able to hear the sounds of fighting again – desperate sounds. Bulma groaned and felt herself being pulled by one arm under more cover, she looked up to find the small girl crouched over her holding the child. It was a small red baby with a surprisingly large tuft of black hair.
It wasn’t crying.
It was staring at Bulma with the same chilling blue eyes that had hunted her in her dream. Eyes that stared at her, not with the innocence of a child, but with the same knowledge that she’d often seen looking out of Goku’s two black orbs - something alluring and yet frightening.
“He’s so beautiful.” The brown haired girl cuddled him closely, settling down near Bulma she looked at the new mother curiously, her childish blue eyes wandering all over her body. Distantly Bulma realised she was naked…when she had lost her clothes? Who had…?
“Who undressed me?” She felt so weak and faint. Almost empty without the buzzing of her chid within her. Funny, she hadn’t even been aware of how much noise there had been inside of her head from the baby until it had been taken away.
“I took your clothes from you.” The young girl tilted her head and jiggled the baby gently, soothing it even though the child was perfectly calm and still. “Clothes would have impeded our new lords entry into the world.”
Bulma nodded, watching as the rain steadily beat down through the roof, trickling down the wall and pooling all over the crushed tiles. It was much lighter now, not because of the enhanced vision which the child had gifted her with earlier, but because the sun was slowly rising. Just enough to cast some dim lighting across the room and enough for Bulma to see that Vegeta and Gou had moved out of the room.
There was blood all over the floor – she wasn’t sure whose blood was who’s. Some of it was hers, there was a huge pool of blood and liquid and other messy lumps where she had been crouched. There was also blue and red blood splashed all of the floor and walls where Vegeta had been pinned into the wall earlier…had Vegeta always had blue blood? She had always seen him bleed red?
“You think too loudly.” The girl smiled down at her, a chilling, pitying smile that matched the cold and calculating look in her eyes. “For someone who was once almost equal to Goku in power and knowledge you certainly can be simple.”
“What?” Could this girl read her thoughts?
“Of course I can.” She nodded slowly, answering Bulma’s unasked question. “Vegeta’s blood is blue because he is fighting in his angelic form.” She sighed, a long-suffering sigh of boredom. “I do not know what it is that our lord sees in you, or why he chose you to be the mother of the child. You have been so affected by your time on Earth as a mortal that you have forgotten everything that was once important to you.”
“Who are you?” Bulma narrowed her eyes – the girls voice was taking on a familiar tone. She didn’t know who this girl was, she had definitely never seen her before, but there was something in her manner that was disturbingly familiar. It felt like deja vu.
She chuckled childishly. “You see?” She laughed. “You have forgotten everything.” The girl stood up, still rocking the baby. “I am Proserpine, servant to the Dark Lord and the demoness of Destruction.”
“I see.” And Bulma did see. She could remember little of what heaven was like but the name of Proserpine conjured up an image of a beautiful woman with long black hair and glowing eyes. An angelic creature that had been cast from heaven because of her disloyalty in the war and her inability to fight solely for God – she was not the demoness of destruction for nothing and had killed many people and destroyed many lives during the turbulent years in heaven.
Bulma forced herself to concentrate and not slip off into thought as Proserpine watched her thoughtfully. “Do you want to hold him?” She offered.
Bulma nodded and, smiling softly, Proserpine lowered the child into Bulma’s waiting arms. She tilted her head as she watched the son snuggle into his mother’s hold, sensing from the child a bizarre satisfaction. Perhaps from the corruption of innocence? No. Bulma was not corrupt – at least not in the way that she should have been. The child was simply happy to be in his mother’s grasp.
[Protection.]
Proserpine nodded to herself as she understood the thoughts running through the anti-Christs head. Bulma’s inability to believe that her son was evil meant that she would protect him from the forces of good with all her strength. She may not have been strong compared to some of the angelic powers that could be thrown at her, but she would die before allowing her son to die. Her love, although misguided, was the one thing that would always protect the child until he was able to protect himself.
“Smart.” Proserpine muttered, stretching as she listening to the dimming sounds of battle. Vegeta was not yet dead, perhaps he would not completely, but he was losing and losing badly. Soon Goku would return and he would take Bulma to a safe place – a place where their son would be safe to grow.
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A/N – Possibly not the chapter that people were looking forward too – however it is an important chapter because it deals with the birth. I can’t write pregnancy well, never having been pregnant before so don’t give me crap about labour pains. It’s a demonic labour and a demonic birth – different to human birth. Anyway, I shall be trying to update this fanfic more often now that I’m available to write a little more often – I enjoy this story and want to finish it. So I shall! Let me know what you think and remember that feedback of any kind if always appreciated.