Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Heaven's Gift To Me ❯ The Gift of Life....... Shattered ( Chapter 1 )
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By: SSJ420 
Three lives shattered.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Martial Arts / Occult / / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.16.2002 | Pages: 6 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 390 | Status: Completed
Three lives shattered.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Martial Arts / Occult / / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.16.2002 | Pages: 6 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 390 | Status: Completed
The Adventures of SSJ4.20
Heaven's Gift to Me
Disclaimer: I own nothing of DBZ. I am a poor shaman living in the middle of a desert with no $$$$$. So do not sue. I am merely borrowing Mr. Akira Toriyama's brilliant characters. Plus I make no $$$$$ doing this, just entertaining myself (and hopefully the reader).
(A/N: Greetings and welcome to this fic. It shall start out grim indeed. But I assure you all that it will lighten up in no time and this story promises to be a rather long one. There shall be lemons dispersed though out though not for perhaps the first 1/3rd of the story (maybe). Enjoy the ride.) And now... Chapter one.
(A/N: The name Hiryuumegamijin: Roughly translates out to "People of the flying dragon goddess" Saiyajins refer to them simply as Darckons.)
Setting: Earth| Time: Present
Gift of Life...Shattered
I was excited, today I was going to see how my baby was doing and probably
find out it's gender. It moved very little which worried me quite a bit.
But the doctor wasn't worried so I tried not to. I nearly jumped when the
nurse had called my name. My husband Kirkjbur gave me a "calm down
Reginleif" look. I smiled back at him sheepishly. While I lay down on the
table the doctor smeared my swollen belly with warm bluish goop that would
help the ultra sound machine glide better. "Well it looks definitly like a
boy." He stated. My heart began to race, I already had my daughter Frigga
and hoped that I was having a boy. My elation was dulled when the doctor
made a negative sound. He moved the ultra sound receptor to a couple of more
angles making that sound each time. "Is something wrong?" I asked
nervously. He was silent quite a bit as he checked and rechecked. Yes,
Reginleif I'm affraid your son won't survive hours to days after birth." He
stated frankly. I felt faint and nausiated, Kirkjbur took my hand looking at
the doctor in shock. "WHY?!" I demanded my eyes still dry. The doctor
looked at me firmly. "He has Anencephaly." "It means he has no brain, only a
rudimentary brain stem. He said flatly. "???????????" I was too shocked for
words as was my husband. "It is an extreamly rare occurance 1 in a thousand;
and there are only two options." He started. "TWO options, there is only one
option." Kirkjbur insisted. I knew what he ment, late term abortion. My
heart screamed "NOOOOOOOO! HE CAN'T DIE!" While my head said "listen to the
other option." All the while tears streamed down my face. "What are the
options?" I asked though sobs. Kirkjbur was about to argue with me but I
forstalled him and gestrued for the doctor to continue. "The first option is
of course teminate the pregnacy." "The second option is to carry the fetus
to term, deliver either naturally or cesarean and donate the organs for use
by other infants who are alive but need the organs. "ABSOULUTLY NOT!" "MY
SON WILL DIE INTACT!" stated Kirkjbur insistantly. "Do you agree
Reginleif?" the doctor calmly asked me. I thought through my greif, though
the "why my baby?" and the "what did I do wrong?" senario's and focused my
thoughts. Wait didn't the doctor say OTHER babies could be saved by my son?
That means his life would mean something. That this is his purpose for
coming into being. Yes that had to be it. My unborn son's purpose was to
save the live's of other babies so their Mamma's won't lose them like I would
lose him. That also ment HE would live too since his organs would be living
in others. "I want to carry him so he can save other babies." I stated
firmly.I gave Kirkjbur the "NO COMPROMISES THIS TIME look." I was in no mood
to argue and I was determined to make my son's short life count by helping
others. The doctor sighed audibly, apperently happy with my decision. "Very
well Reginleif." "I'll have Nancy draw up the necessary paper work so all
you have to do is read it over and sign it." He replied as he got up to do
that task. I felt numb as I cleaned off the gel and dressed. Kirkjbur just
staired at me, hoping I would change my mind. But I was resolved, I would
help my son live some how and this was the only way. Though deep in saddness
I read over the paper work throughly before signing it. Nancy had told me
how very brave she felt I was for doing this. I didn't feel brave. I just
felt like it was only right to make this horrible situation into a
constructive one. I would not denigh any other child their lives if my son's
organs can help them live. It took some coaxing, but I got Kirkjbur to sign
it as well. He was too upset to argue about this any longer and accepted my
decision. With heavy hearts we went home. But at least this dark cloud of
doom had a silver lining. My son would live by helping others and that was
the thought I would cling to.
********************
* Months Later *
********************
* Light years away *
********************
King Vegeta paced looking from time to time for any sign of the ship that had
taken his Queen and mate on a very important mission to a world where the
females were domanant. Hence why he had to send her instead of attending
himself. The ship was still not due for a couple of days yet. Still he
could not stop from checking just the same. It was not his queen for whom he
worried for however. It was his unborn son who should be born any time that
occupied his thoughts. He smiled inwardly as he thought about the imminent
birth. To his people he was the Mighty King Vegeta. A man with no emotions
to cloud his judgement. Few knew that his emotions were always in tight
control. Only when with his cousin Cumba or his mate Lehree could he let
down some of his guard and have some sort of "normal" family relationship.
He envied his cousin as he and Lehree were deeply in love, even moon bonded
so when one would die the other would perish with in seconds after. He too
had hoped to find a love of his own. Have his OWN family that he could be
around and show the warm passionate Saiyajin man he was. His thoughts of
such a family were set asside in the end. He mated the Lady Arteesia based
on her Ki power alone as this was sure to ensure a strong offspring. It was
decreed by law he had to be mated before he reached prime maturity, which was
60 years of age. There was no affection what so ever in his relationship
with his queen which dissatisfied him further. Then the hope of some sort of
family had been renewed when it was found out that she was expecting his
heir, HIS son. Some of the dream was shattered though because of his mate.
For his queen would be executed as soon as the brat was born. She had been
caught conspiring two months prior to assasinate him while using their son to
establish her place on the throne even ploting to kill the brat later should
he prove to be a nuisance. He was infuriated by her callousness and pure
vicious nature. Even for a Saiyajin she was WAY TOO ruthless. Now he had
only his son to look forward to and that would be enough. He would have
prefered to keep her close by during this last phase so he could insure his
sons safty. But this treaty had proved to be too important to ignore. He
had to send her, though he made very sure she was to be watched constantly.
He wanted nothing to happen to his precious brat. "Damn, I'd wish they'd
hurry already." He muttered irritably.
******************************
* On board the Saiyajin ship *
******************************
"Bare down queen Arteesia your son is nearly here." Encouraged the blue
skinned female doctor. "Damn why does the brat have to come now." Thought
Lady Arteesia as she bore down to expel the baby. "I still haven't found
away to save my hide this time." she fretted. "Keep calm Arteesia,
opportunity will knock just be paitent." She soothed her self. "Just one
more like that last one and he'll be out." The doctor instructed. With a
final push Arteesia heard the lusty cries of her son. The brat struggled and
kicked at the doctor as she went quickly about cutting his umbilical cord and
cleaning him off while her assitant tended to the afterbirth and clean up.
Since he was way too combative to wrap in a blanket the doctor simply placed
the naked new born prince into his mother's arms. She felt like killing the
little thing the moment he touched her. But a quick glace at the gaurd that
was to see to the princes safty was watching too close. She looked at him
with loveless eyes. He was the very image of King Vegeta save that his hair
was black like her own. Once he saw his mother he made a happy sound as the
doctor lay him on her breast. Greedly the newborn suckled at his dames
swollen breasts while he wound his tail around her wrist in recogniton of her
being HIS mother. "You fucking little leech as if you didn't suck the life
out of me already." She thought to the nursing infant. She narrowed her
eyes. She just had to kill or get rid of this brat somehow. Else her life
was forfeit. If she could some how "loose" the brat he'd have to keep her
alive till she bore him another one. He had to it was law, an old and
obscure law, but one that would still be honoured. She would then use any
method of birth control that would work on a Saiyajin to make sure she
wouldn't. Till she could find away to get what she had always wanted to
begin with. The throne and with it POWER. She sneered at the newborn after
he finished his meal when he snuggled trustingly into her warm soft breasts.
He sighing contentedly as he felt he was totally safe in his dames arms.
Inspite of her distaste she too found herself drifting off to sleep, very
tired from the whole birthing process.
********************************* Later*********************************
Hours later she awoke as the ship shook violently from an impact. "What the
hell was that?" She demanded. The guard had a surprised expression on his
face and with out thought left to find out. Moment's later he poked his head
back in. "You must get yourself and the prince to an escape pod we are under
attack." "Attacked! by whom?" She shouted. "It's the Hiryuumegamijin...you
know Darckon's." He replied before he left to join the battle. Arteesia's
cold heart warmed with elation. "What luck, I can ditch the brat, join the
fight, and blame his loss on the Darckon's." She thought with malicious
glee. All the comotion had served to awaken the slumbering babe. He yawned
hugely then began to nudge Arteesia's breast in search of a nipple to latch
onto. "Awwww is the little prince hungry?" "Well come here little one and
I'll make sure you'll never be hungry again." She purred sadisticly. The
baby prince looked adoringly into her eyes smileing at the sweet voice she
spoke to him in. His smile turned to terror as she gripped his small neck in
a vice-like grip. Confused the infant struggled little at first, then as the
need of oxygen became more necessary his Saiyajin instincts to survive kicked
in and he began to scratch, bite, and kick at his assailent. In his mind
this was NOT his mother, this was a MONSTER. In their struggle Arteesia was
not even aware that the desperate infant had torn off her queen's medalion
with the house of Vegeta's dragon symbol apon it. Soon the babies movements
ceased all together. She brought the now limp body to her ear. She heard no
sound of breathing with her sensitive Saiyajin ears. But what she did not
feel due to her shaking was his tiny heart stubbornly beating inspite of the
lack of oxygen. Satisfied he was dead she made her way to the near by
escaped pods that were stationed near the medical bay. She opened up the
hatch, set random coordinates and roughly threw the limp corpse inside. She
was unaware as she slammed the door shut and hit the launch button that the
impact of his body hitting the wall of the pod had shocked him into
breathing, filling his starved lungs and blood with needed oxygen. She was
also unaware that still clutched in his little fist was her medallion, not
that she would have cared. Fortunatly for him the life support systems
activated the moment the launch button his hit. He was still unconcious as he
sped away into the darkness of space. It was later when he woke up
terrified, hungry, and confused in the pod that threw his battered newborn
body into action. Adrenalin and fear drove him to kick and cry violently as
his terror mounted. It was then another stroke of good luck befell the
little prince as he happened to hit the button that released a thick gas
that would put him to sleep for a long time as he tumbled helplessly to an
unknown destination. Meanwhile a very satisfied Arteesia climbed into her
own escape pod. She had sustained many wounds that would corroborate her
story of how she desperatly tried to escape with the prince only to have him
killed as she defended him. It was well known that Darckon's NEVER left
debree behind so there could be no investigation. Oddly they also NEVER
attacked escape pods. Why no one knew, but she didn't care either. The brat
was dead and now she had her own chance at life. Yes, life was looking good
for her again.
******************
* Two days later *
******************
When she arrived back on the Saiyajin home world with the rest of the
survivors she gave her story of fighting for the life of her son but to no
avail. King Vegeta almost killed her on the spot had she not reminded him of
the law she had found. Grudgingly he spared her life. Devistated he went
off alone to his private quarters and sat on his bed. His son...he never got
to see his son. Now he still had a loveless mate and no offspring to care
for. A great sorrow overwhelmed the proud warrior king and for the first
time since he was six he cried. He cried bitter tears of loss, for a life
and son he seemed denied. Some where in his grief he thought that Arteesia
was truly responcible for his sons demise. But there was no proof only
Arteesia's word as no one else witnessed it. His pain was too much to think
any further. Many off worlders thought Saiyajins to be cold thoughtless
parents. Intrested only in selfishly gaining power at any cost. While it
was true for a very few it was not true for many. Many Saiyajin's like the
king himself would selflessly protect and nurture their brats to maturity.
The bond between child and parent being usually very strong. Hot tears
contiued to stream down his noble face as he looked outside to the dark
starlit night and whispered mornfully. "My s-son."
********************************
* 9 days after Arteesia's deed *
* Back on Earth *
********************************
It was April 2nd. The time came too soon for me. Fortunatly I went into
natural labour as I was not looking forward to another cesarean. Ironicly I
had no trouble giving birth. Before they whisked him away from me forever I
asked if I could say good-bye. My doctor knew me and allowed this to happen.
He looked so strange without a skull his closed eyes bludging frog-like. I
took my doomed son into my arms and put his tiny mis-shapened ear to my lips.
"Now my giving son you can go help those other babies." "Save them my son,
give them their lives." I whispered through my tears. I allowed the nurse
to take him from me while my step-daughter Freya who had helped me though the
labour comforted me. Now I was completely empty inside, but ever proud of my
giving son.
(A/N: Sad begining eh. But not to worry the story gets much better from here on out. Boy did I cry when I wrote this. Oh and I hope you don't think that King Vegeta is wimp cause guy and gals he ain't and you'll see that later. He just has strong, passionate feelings that he keeps to himself. Well see you all next chapter and as always take care till then.)
;D
Heaven's Gift to Me
Disclaimer: I own nothing of DBZ. I am a poor shaman living in the middle of a desert with no $$$$$. So do not sue. I am merely borrowing Mr. Akira Toriyama's brilliant characters. Plus I make no $$$$$ doing this, just entertaining myself (and hopefully the reader).
(A/N: Greetings and welcome to this fic. It shall start out grim indeed. But I assure you all that it will lighten up in no time and this story promises to be a rather long one. There shall be lemons dispersed though out though not for perhaps the first 1/3rd of the story (maybe). Enjoy the ride.) And now... Chapter one.
(A/N: The name Hiryuumegamijin: Roughly translates out to "People of the flying dragon goddess" Saiyajins refer to them simply as Darckons.)
Setting: Earth| Time: Present
Gift of Life...Shattered
I was excited, today I was going to see how my baby was doing and probably
find out it's gender. It moved very little which worried me quite a bit.
But the doctor wasn't worried so I tried not to. I nearly jumped when the
nurse had called my name. My husband Kirkjbur gave me a "calm down
Reginleif" look. I smiled back at him sheepishly. While I lay down on the
table the doctor smeared my swollen belly with warm bluish goop that would
help the ultra sound machine glide better. "Well it looks definitly like a
boy." He stated. My heart began to race, I already had my daughter Frigga
and hoped that I was having a boy. My elation was dulled when the doctor
made a negative sound. He moved the ultra sound receptor to a couple of more
angles making that sound each time. "Is something wrong?" I asked
nervously. He was silent quite a bit as he checked and rechecked. Yes,
Reginleif I'm affraid your son won't survive hours to days after birth." He
stated frankly. I felt faint and nausiated, Kirkjbur took my hand looking at
the doctor in shock. "WHY?!" I demanded my eyes still dry. The doctor
looked at me firmly. "He has Anencephaly." "It means he has no brain, only a
rudimentary brain stem. He said flatly. "???????????" I was too shocked for
words as was my husband. "It is an extreamly rare occurance 1 in a thousand;
and there are only two options." He started. "TWO options, there is only one
option." Kirkjbur insisted. I knew what he ment, late term abortion. My
heart screamed "NOOOOOOOO! HE CAN'T DIE!" While my head said "listen to the
other option." All the while tears streamed down my face. "What are the
options?" I asked though sobs. Kirkjbur was about to argue with me but I
forstalled him and gestrued for the doctor to continue. "The first option is
of course teminate the pregnacy." "The second option is to carry the fetus
to term, deliver either naturally or cesarean and donate the organs for use
by other infants who are alive but need the organs. "ABSOULUTLY NOT!" "MY
SON WILL DIE INTACT!" stated Kirkjbur insistantly. "Do you agree
Reginleif?" the doctor calmly asked me. I thought through my greif, though
the "why my baby?" and the "what did I do wrong?" senario's and focused my
thoughts. Wait didn't the doctor say OTHER babies could be saved by my son?
That means his life would mean something. That this is his purpose for
coming into being. Yes that had to be it. My unborn son's purpose was to
save the live's of other babies so their Mamma's won't lose them like I would
lose him. That also ment HE would live too since his organs would be living
in others. "I want to carry him so he can save other babies." I stated
firmly.I gave Kirkjbur the "NO COMPROMISES THIS TIME look." I was in no mood
to argue and I was determined to make my son's short life count by helping
others. The doctor sighed audibly, apperently happy with my decision. "Very
well Reginleif." "I'll have Nancy draw up the necessary paper work so all
you have to do is read it over and sign it." He replied as he got up to do
that task. I felt numb as I cleaned off the gel and dressed. Kirkjbur just
staired at me, hoping I would change my mind. But I was resolved, I would
help my son live some how and this was the only way. Though deep in saddness
I read over the paper work throughly before signing it. Nancy had told me
how very brave she felt I was for doing this. I didn't feel brave. I just
felt like it was only right to make this horrible situation into a
constructive one. I would not denigh any other child their lives if my son's
organs can help them live. It took some coaxing, but I got Kirkjbur to sign
it as well. He was too upset to argue about this any longer and accepted my
decision. With heavy hearts we went home. But at least this dark cloud of
doom had a silver lining. My son would live by helping others and that was
the thought I would cling to.
********************
* Months Later *
********************
* Light years away *
********************
King Vegeta paced looking from time to time for any sign of the ship that had
taken his Queen and mate on a very important mission to a world where the
females were domanant. Hence why he had to send her instead of attending
himself. The ship was still not due for a couple of days yet. Still he
could not stop from checking just the same. It was not his queen for whom he
worried for however. It was his unborn son who should be born any time that
occupied his thoughts. He smiled inwardly as he thought about the imminent
birth. To his people he was the Mighty King Vegeta. A man with no emotions
to cloud his judgement. Few knew that his emotions were always in tight
control. Only when with his cousin Cumba or his mate Lehree could he let
down some of his guard and have some sort of "normal" family relationship.
He envied his cousin as he and Lehree were deeply in love, even moon bonded
so when one would die the other would perish with in seconds after. He too
had hoped to find a love of his own. Have his OWN family that he could be
around and show the warm passionate Saiyajin man he was. His thoughts of
such a family were set asside in the end. He mated the Lady Arteesia based
on her Ki power alone as this was sure to ensure a strong offspring. It was
decreed by law he had to be mated before he reached prime maturity, which was
60 years of age. There was no affection what so ever in his relationship
with his queen which dissatisfied him further. Then the hope of some sort of
family had been renewed when it was found out that she was expecting his
heir, HIS son. Some of the dream was shattered though because of his mate.
For his queen would be executed as soon as the brat was born. She had been
caught conspiring two months prior to assasinate him while using their son to
establish her place on the throne even ploting to kill the brat later should
he prove to be a nuisance. He was infuriated by her callousness and pure
vicious nature. Even for a Saiyajin she was WAY TOO ruthless. Now he had
only his son to look forward to and that would be enough. He would have
prefered to keep her close by during this last phase so he could insure his
sons safty. But this treaty had proved to be too important to ignore. He
had to send her, though he made very sure she was to be watched constantly.
He wanted nothing to happen to his precious brat. "Damn, I'd wish they'd
hurry already." He muttered irritably.
******************************
* On board the Saiyajin ship *
******************************
"Bare down queen Arteesia your son is nearly here." Encouraged the blue
skinned female doctor. "Damn why does the brat have to come now." Thought
Lady Arteesia as she bore down to expel the baby. "I still haven't found
away to save my hide this time." she fretted. "Keep calm Arteesia,
opportunity will knock just be paitent." She soothed her self. "Just one
more like that last one and he'll be out." The doctor instructed. With a
final push Arteesia heard the lusty cries of her son. The brat struggled and
kicked at the doctor as she went quickly about cutting his umbilical cord and
cleaning him off while her assitant tended to the afterbirth and clean up.
Since he was way too combative to wrap in a blanket the doctor simply placed
the naked new born prince into his mother's arms. She felt like killing the
little thing the moment he touched her. But a quick glace at the gaurd that
was to see to the princes safty was watching too close. She looked at him
with loveless eyes. He was the very image of King Vegeta save that his hair
was black like her own. Once he saw his mother he made a happy sound as the
doctor lay him on her breast. Greedly the newborn suckled at his dames
swollen breasts while he wound his tail around her wrist in recogniton of her
being HIS mother. "You fucking little leech as if you didn't suck the life
out of me already." She thought to the nursing infant. She narrowed her
eyes. She just had to kill or get rid of this brat somehow. Else her life
was forfeit. If she could some how "loose" the brat he'd have to keep her
alive till she bore him another one. He had to it was law, an old and
obscure law, but one that would still be honoured. She would then use any
method of birth control that would work on a Saiyajin to make sure she
wouldn't. Till she could find away to get what she had always wanted to
begin with. The throne and with it POWER. She sneered at the newborn after
he finished his meal when he snuggled trustingly into her warm soft breasts.
He sighing contentedly as he felt he was totally safe in his dames arms.
Inspite of her distaste she too found herself drifting off to sleep, very
tired from the whole birthing process.
********************************* Later*********************************
Hours later she awoke as the ship shook violently from an impact. "What the
hell was that?" She demanded. The guard had a surprised expression on his
face and with out thought left to find out. Moment's later he poked his head
back in. "You must get yourself and the prince to an escape pod we are under
attack." "Attacked! by whom?" She shouted. "It's the Hiryuumegamijin...you
know Darckon's." He replied before he left to join the battle. Arteesia's
cold heart warmed with elation. "What luck, I can ditch the brat, join the
fight, and blame his loss on the Darckon's." She thought with malicious
glee. All the comotion had served to awaken the slumbering babe. He yawned
hugely then began to nudge Arteesia's breast in search of a nipple to latch
onto. "Awwww is the little prince hungry?" "Well come here little one and
I'll make sure you'll never be hungry again." She purred sadisticly. The
baby prince looked adoringly into her eyes smileing at the sweet voice she
spoke to him in. His smile turned to terror as she gripped his small neck in
a vice-like grip. Confused the infant struggled little at first, then as the
need of oxygen became more necessary his Saiyajin instincts to survive kicked
in and he began to scratch, bite, and kick at his assailent. In his mind
this was NOT his mother, this was a MONSTER. In their struggle Arteesia was
not even aware that the desperate infant had torn off her queen's medalion
with the house of Vegeta's dragon symbol apon it. Soon the babies movements
ceased all together. She brought the now limp body to her ear. She heard no
sound of breathing with her sensitive Saiyajin ears. But what she did not
feel due to her shaking was his tiny heart stubbornly beating inspite of the
lack of oxygen. Satisfied he was dead she made her way to the near by
escaped pods that were stationed near the medical bay. She opened up the
hatch, set random coordinates and roughly threw the limp corpse inside. She
was unaware as she slammed the door shut and hit the launch button that the
impact of his body hitting the wall of the pod had shocked him into
breathing, filling his starved lungs and blood with needed oxygen. She was
also unaware that still clutched in his little fist was her medallion, not
that she would have cared. Fortunatly for him the life support systems
activated the moment the launch button his hit. He was still unconcious as he
sped away into the darkness of space. It was later when he woke up
terrified, hungry, and confused in the pod that threw his battered newborn
body into action. Adrenalin and fear drove him to kick and cry violently as
his terror mounted. It was then another stroke of good luck befell the
little prince as he happened to hit the button that released a thick gas
that would put him to sleep for a long time as he tumbled helplessly to an
unknown destination. Meanwhile a very satisfied Arteesia climbed into her
own escape pod. She had sustained many wounds that would corroborate her
story of how she desperatly tried to escape with the prince only to have him
killed as she defended him. It was well known that Darckon's NEVER left
debree behind so there could be no investigation. Oddly they also NEVER
attacked escape pods. Why no one knew, but she didn't care either. The brat
was dead and now she had her own chance at life. Yes, life was looking good
for her again.
******************
* Two days later *
******************
When she arrived back on the Saiyajin home world with the rest of the
survivors she gave her story of fighting for the life of her son but to no
avail. King Vegeta almost killed her on the spot had she not reminded him of
the law she had found. Grudgingly he spared her life. Devistated he went
off alone to his private quarters and sat on his bed. His son...he never got
to see his son. Now he still had a loveless mate and no offspring to care
for. A great sorrow overwhelmed the proud warrior king and for the first
time since he was six he cried. He cried bitter tears of loss, for a life
and son he seemed denied. Some where in his grief he thought that Arteesia
was truly responcible for his sons demise. But there was no proof only
Arteesia's word as no one else witnessed it. His pain was too much to think
any further. Many off worlders thought Saiyajins to be cold thoughtless
parents. Intrested only in selfishly gaining power at any cost. While it
was true for a very few it was not true for many. Many Saiyajin's like the
king himself would selflessly protect and nurture their brats to maturity.
The bond between child and parent being usually very strong. Hot tears
contiued to stream down his noble face as he looked outside to the dark
starlit night and whispered mornfully. "My s-son."
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* 9 days after Arteesia's deed *
* Back on Earth *
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It was April 2nd. The time came too soon for me. Fortunatly I went into
natural labour as I was not looking forward to another cesarean. Ironicly I
had no trouble giving birth. Before they whisked him away from me forever I
asked if I could say good-bye. My doctor knew me and allowed this to happen.
He looked so strange without a skull his closed eyes bludging frog-like. I
took my doomed son into my arms and put his tiny mis-shapened ear to my lips.
"Now my giving son you can go help those other babies." "Save them my son,
give them their lives." I whispered through my tears. I allowed the nurse
to take him from me while my step-daughter Freya who had helped me though the
labour comforted me. Now I was completely empty inside, but ever proud of my
giving son.
(A/N: Sad begining eh. But not to worry the story gets much better from here on out. Boy did I cry when I wrote this. Oh and I hope you don't think that King Vegeta is wimp cause guy and gals he ain't and you'll see that later. He just has strong, passionate feelings that he keeps to himself. Well see you all next chapter and as always take care till then.)
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