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Lost

Chapter 46…….

-- July 1st --

How long has it been? Well since my last entry maybe a day. Yet since I've reflected…..quite a while. So many things have happened. How can I simply reiterate everything without taking up a million pages? I guess in all respects the beginning is the best place to start, but….do I truly wish to delve into such things that wrench at my heartstrings till they almost break? Perhaps when things got better, past the middle but far from the end. It seems better this way. After all I won't need to write any of the misfortunes that have befallen since my memory refuses to burry them completely.

Though things have become better, I cannot say that I feel at ease. In fact I am quite restless; partially due to my heavy surveillance i.e. Bulma, Vegeta and everyone else who have confined me within a rather large room in this gigantic building. Yet thanks to the grace of Dende I have not gone insane yet. Well, not for long anyway. I shouldn't complain though. They take care of me, well even though I don't need it. I may be pregnant, but I'm not helpless. But here I am jumping forward again, when I said I'd talk about before. Just near the end, when the virus was completely gone. When I was FINALLY released from the dreadful infirmary downstairs.

I was still confined to the Capsule Corp. building, my parents finding it more favorable to keep me in a place that had medical equipment handy. As if I'd relapse at any moment…. Did they have any faith in me? Well that can be refuted with many different reasons, so maybe I'll retract that statement. However, with everything I had put them through it still surprised me that they could act as almost nothing had happened. They were all nice and kind, answering to my requests as if my life depended on them. If I took one step out of bed, I'd have an angry saiyan-jin male staring down me. Most of the time it was Vegeta. He couldn't scare me, but the look left me rather uncomfortable. After a while I realized maybe for a little while I should get some rest, if only to please them all.

Yet, talking with them was rather uncomfortable. Though they tried to act as though things were back to normal, they knew that they weren't. I knew the baby was still a touché subject, maybe that was why I avoided talking about it. I wished to ask them all what they thought, but I'd remembered their reactions in the basement and quickly change my mind. Well to say that I never brought it up would be a lie. I did talk about it with Trunks and my father, well only tidbits with my father. Trunks seemed all right with the situation. I think he was more concerned on what I felt about the baby. Yet ever once in a while when I'd mention Turlus as its father, he'd suddenly get this look. I understood his feelings, but at those times he'd look at me with so much doubt, glancing at my stomach almost fearfully. I hated these moments. They made me more uneasy.

I was looking forward to holding the tiny babe in my arms, yet I was also dreading it. What if it did look like Turlus? I knew I'd be able to accept him, but would everyone else be able to? Maybe that's why I secretly wished it to be a girl, so that more of my own features would rub off on it. I know it was terrible thing to say. To judge my baby based upon who'd it look like, but I couldn't help myself. For the next few months I held this doubt in the back of my mind, yet I refused to show it to Trunks or anyone else for that matter. I wanted them to believe that I felt as though this was not a mistake, yet something beautiful and wonderful. Which it was...but without the lingering doubts. I'm contradicting myself over and over, aren't I? Yet, that's how I feel and I know it may sound confusing, but it can't really be helped. Maybe I'll let this subject lie for a while, or I'll be here forever till every page remaining is filled.

My parents come everyday. At first it left me with an awkward feeling. I didn't feel right around my mother for one. I'd kidnapped her and threatened to kill her…yet she'd dismiss what happened as something that couldn't be helped. I do agree with her to a degree, but I can't accept that I was willing to kill my own mother. The guilt rides me every time I remember my father's anger at me during those tumult days . Maybe that's why I believe I don't deserve the right of being around them. The guilt-ridden conscious has faded over time, yet it still exists within its little crevasse in the back of my mind. They've tried to soothe me, but sometimes it is to no avail. Though I do place a cool and happy demeanor to fool them, or rather I think I fool them. I can never be quite sure. But things have become better between us, though I still haven't been granted the pleasure of sparing with my father. Though I have fought him, in a way it's not the same. He refuses every plea. However after my baby's birth he has promised, after I have rested up, that he'll spar with me everyday if it pleases me. My parents are still something that I haven't fully accepted. Maybe after I know they approve of my baby completely, after it's born, then things will truly feel normal around them. Yet I'm still quite doubtful of this.

My brothers have been supportive. Actually for the first couple of weeks Gohan was over nearly everyday. I had to lecture him about family values and spending time with Videl and Pan to finally get him to spend more time at home. Don't get me wrong, I love having my older brother here, but sometimes it was too much. Goten however was a different story. After all, he was with me anytime I wanted. Either physically or mentally I could call upon him and we both understood that. Though I overheard him explaining it to Gohan after our older brother had nagged him about seeing me so little. I was so fragile in Gohan's eyes. Goten told me that he blamed himself a little for my kidnapping. I hated that he did, but after talking to him many times over I realized that I wouldn't be able to deter him from the guilt. Goten felt the same though, mostly since he said he should have been able to sense that I was alive. After all we did have a telepathic bond. Even after telling him about the units' ability of blocking off telepathic emotions or messages from him he still felt guilt-ridden. It seemed as though everyone around me felt it was their fault I was taken.

Maybe that's why I felt more comfortable around Trunks. Bulma didn't talk to me much. With Trunks's twenty-first birthday coming up, he'd soon take over the company as Capsule Corp. president. Though that was a whole year off now.

Bra sometimes saw me, but to say talking to her was a bit awkward would be an understatement. She'd gabber on as usual and I'd simply lay down smiling, nodding once in a while and then adding my two cents to whatever she was saying. I wasn't like her. Conversations weren't my forte, so to speak. Well, with certain people they weren't anyway. Yet, Trunks was different. I didn't have to hold anything back from him and if I wanted silence he'd know somehow and we'd just sit there staring out the window or at the television.

How everyone found out is beyond me. Trunks isn't the type to tell everyone. It probably was my father, but that seemed unlikely too. Yet before I knew it every time someone would come in when I was with Trunks, well to say they gave me a knowing look would be rather subtle. I practically overheard Bulma and my mother talking about wedding plans and grandchildren. To say that scared the both us is an understatement. Although, I'll tell you that I didn't mind the idea…..

Yet to say such a thing to Trunks is a little unsettling. Well perhaps that isn't the right word. I was nervous and scared. It was that simply. I was so happy with the way things were going between us and I still am. Things have changed a bit. At first things consisted of simply the two of us talking from time to time or eating together. It wasn't anything as serious as our mothers' behavior implied. Yet I can't place when he started to sleep with me at night. One night I simply woke up to find him next to me, one arm around my waist as he placed a soft kiss to my forehead. Suddenly he'd cook up these romantic dinners and picnics so that I could get out of the room. He'd also secretly take me out….out of Capsule Corp., out of West city. We'd simply fly around for a bit, well he would while he carried me, much against my pleas for him not to. After all as I said before I may be pregnant, but I wasn't helpless. Yet, despite it I enjoyed these moments the most. Times when I was away from everyone and I could simply lie in his arms and relish at his warmth. Sappy, yes, but I'm like that at times. Never thought I'd be like that with Trunks though. Well, till now. They say the best relationships are formed from those who were best friends or good friends at least. And this ring on my finger proves it! Well, I guess our relationship is serious then, however it will be a little while before we think of having children. After all, we soon will have one to look after already.

Well, now I'm still confined to this room. It's mid-afternoon and Trunks and Bulma are at a meeting. Trunks has been away a lot the past month. Bulma says he has to get use to the rigorous schedule he'll have come his takeover of the company. I miss having him around, after all having Bra for entertainment and an almost non-existent Vegeta was somewhat boring. That damn man would simply lock himself in his training room as he had done when I was younger. Though it was surprising to find out that he'd stopped trying to be stronger than my father. Yet, what else can I tell you now. I know I'm leaving things out, but at the moment my mind is developing holes over the various untouched subjects. Maybe next time…

It's almost time; well the doctor told us it could be any day now. Trunks has been reluctant to go with his mother the past week. I had to reassure him MANY times that I'd be all right. Yet to tell him I was in the hands of his father left him a bit unsettled. It was quite amusing actually. I'm scared and delighted. It's finally coming. Scared of the gender and delighted that its coming and this torment of pregnancy will soon be over. I know pregnancy for saiyan-jin females is easier, but those kicks and punches inside my womb were murder. Vegeta said that it was likely, with the power me and Turlus had possessed, that the baby would be born a super saiyan. Though such an outcome was dangerous. The birth might be too much for me to handle then and this also contributed itself to my fears. I guess all I can do is wait.

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I flopped back on the bed and rested my pen beside the small notebook. Who'd ever guess that my diary would once again become my best friend. Well, at least I could tell it things without worrying what it thought. That was comforting. Smiling, I stroked my stomach for a moment. Saiyan-jin females didn't get as 'large' as human females, which I had to say was a plus. I had seen pictures of Bulma and my mother pregnant and if I was that big I believe I wouldn't be able to get up and out of bed without a lot of help.

I closed the small blue notebook then. Taking a small key, I locked it before placing it back in the drawer of my night table. Maybe Trunks could take me for another trip around the city sky tonight….though highly doubtful. He was scared to move me now a days. I didn't blame him, but it was rather irritating. I pulled myself up and leaned back against the headboard. I needed a walk, at least around this floor. After all Bra was downstairs in the kitchen and Vegeta was in the gravity room as far as I could tell. I could get away with it for a little while.

Throwing back the sheets half-hazardly, I carefully stood up and stretched a little. Lying in that bed all the time would make my entire body feel stiff and rigid. Taking a few steps I glanced outside and smiled as I felt the breeze from the open window wash over my face. I had a great view of the forest grounds of Capsule Corp. I just wish I could go down there and actually walk through it.

I smiled and settled myself against the sill. I'll stay here for a few moments longer….

I suddenly winced then and inhaled sharply as I felt a sharp kick just as I had begun to truly enjoy the view before me. Oh, it was active today….

"All right, we'll go for a walk." I chuckled lightly and turned away from the window. Sometimes the baby got antsy when I didn't get at least a little exercise. I walked slowly over to the door, being sure to avoid any creaking boards. Bra, with her saiyan hearing, would hear me if I wasn't careful. I opened the door and glanced out into the hall and sighed in relief as I didn't find anyone in sight.

"It's my luck day," I stated somewhat giddy and stepped out of the room.

Yet no sooner than I had, I instantly stopped as I felt my legs grow wet suddenly. My body fell against the wall as a streak of pain shot up my body electrifying every nerve ending. Oh no, oh dear Dende not now…..I gritted my teeth at the incredible pain that invaded me and stole my breath away. It was coming….it was coming NOW….I did the first thing that came to mind…I yelled for help.

"TRUNKS!!"

Why I yelled for him, well he was the first person to come to mind. It didn't occur to me till Bra came up that I remembered he wasn't home.

"Oh hell….." She trailed off as she stared at me with eyes as wide as saucers, "Now?"

I glanced up then and hissed sharply as I gritted my teeth together once more, "YES!!"

//Just kill me now why don't you!!//

"We…I…we have to….well I have to get you and…" She paced back in forth in front of me and began to quickly panic. I dug my hands through the white plaster beside me as I tried not scream once more. Just what I needed….a teenager having a nervous breakdown as my baby decided to punch through me!!

"VEGETA!!!!!!"

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"And as you can see here…."

Trunks listened as the chairmen of the sales board continued with his report. He glanced at the projected image on the opposite wall and the charts that were being explained with feigned interest. Sighing he ignored the urge to lean against his arm as boredom set in a bit. His attention was somewhat divided at the moment, it had been for a week or two now. He simply couldn't stop his mind from detouring itself from his meeting to Xenia. After all, the baby was due any day and-

He suddenly felt a sharp kick and glanced up at his mother as she sent a glare at him. Apparently the man had finished his report; his rather short report apparently.

He watched carefully as another man soon got up and made his way to the other side of the table opposite of his mother and himself and collected his papers into a organized stack.

//Ah, but as one sits., another jumps up to continue this endless meeting…//

He wasn't always like this. Trunks knew that these meetings were very important and in the future he'd have to attend them nearly every day, but he didn't seem the harm in slacking off a bit.

//I wonder what Xenia is doing….//

No doubt his fiancé was trying to walk about the grounds, but he left specific instructions to his sister to not let Xenia do that. Yet if he knew his sister, whom he did, then Xenia probably was wandering around Capsule Corp. this very moment. However, he couldn't stop the smile from forming on his lips. One glance at his mother rewarded him with a sympathetic smile. She leaned towards him and softly whispered as the man continued his presentation, "I know you're worried, but you have to concentrate."

He smiled at his mother and nodded as he turned back at the presentation.

//If only it was that easy…..//

Suddenly he jumped as he felt a high vibration against his side. Glancing over he pulled out his beeper, rather difficultly because if his slacks. Unknown to the soon-to-be-president, he had gained the attention of the entire meeting as well as his mother's murderous death glares. Yet, it wasn't that which made him uneasy. There on the screen of his beeper where three little numbers which sent his body into a shock-induced state.

"Mr. Briefs?"

He slowly glanced up at his mother's advisor, his mouth falling open to say something yet failing utterly to produce any sound.

//Panicking would be bad…..very bad….//

"I'm sorry gentlemen, but you must excuse me." Trunks stated politely as he stood up from the table. Later his mother would marvel over his composure, but for now she stayed ignorant of his reasons of leaving. This was soon evident by the death grip of her hand on his wrist. "Trunks." She hissed angrily, "What the hell are you doing?"

Glancing at the men in the room for a moment, he stooped down and whispered simply, "911" Instantly, Bulma released his wrist, the shock on her face quite obvious.

Quickly she stood up and glanced around the table, almost hesitant of what to do. After all, she never expected this to happen, well today that is. "This meeting will have to continue tomorrow."

"But Mrs. Briefs." Pleaded one man.

"No, It seems my son's fiancé is in labor and since consequentially that baby will someday be the heir of this company, I must excuse this meeting."

She turned to Trunks approvingly, but he simply balked at the quick and sudden announcement. Why did she have to go and tell them Xenia was his fiancé? She was but they weren't going to announce it till the yearly banquet next month! Then again she never specified whom….

"Trunks we need to get going."

The urgency behind her calm demeanor shook Trunks from his thoughts and he quickly nodded in agreement. Now all they had to do was locate which hospital she was in. Although the sudden spike in ki a few miles off was a good place to start. He just hoped they'd get there before it was born. He wanted to be there for her….

//Just hold on Xenia….//

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No one, no one said it'd hurt like this!! My hands plowed through the plaster quickly, one hand gripping a beam steadily as I tried to drown out the pain. Where the hell was he?

"VEGETA!!!!"

I glanced at the stairs and then back at the pacing Bra, whose value had diminished quite quickly.

"You have to breathe remember." Said Bra suddenly as she stooped down in front of me. "In and out, in and out."

What the hell did she think she was doing?! She should be helping me get to the hospital, not become my midwife. I reached out and grabbed her shirt with my one free hand, "Now listen here Bra. You either help me get to the hospital or go and get Vegeta. And if you tell me to breathe one more time I swear to Dende that I am going to hurt you." I tightened my grip on the slender wooden beam and heard it give and splinter under my hold.

"Bra." We both turned to the stairs to see a rather flustered Vegeta standing at the top of the stairs. Apparently my screams had pulled him from the middle of his training session. "Why the hell didn't you try to get me?" He asked quickly as he came up beside me.

"I'm sorry, I just-"

"OK!" I screamed as another jolt of pain rang inside my womb, "IF SOMEONE DOESN'T GET ME OUT OF HERE…!!"

Quickly I felt myself being picked up, my vision granting me a side view of Vegeta's face as he took me back inside my room and over to a balcony that had been previously locked for my own safety. Needless to say he didn't have the key and Bulma would need someone to come and replace the glass door tomorrow.

//Flying is much faster than driving…..oh no….//

I gritted my teeth as yet another contraction gripped me.

"Perhaps onna you should do those breathing exercises that my mate taught you." Vegeta stated, a bit of worry etched into his voice.

"ARE YOU HAVING THIS BABY OR AM I! IF I WANT TO DO THE DAMN BREATHING, I WILL!!" I screamed, my ability to speak normally completely lost at the moment. Yet the high octaves brought us down a couple of feet as Vegeta's ears endured the piercing sound.

"Dammit onna, can't you speak normally?!" He yelled back.

"VEGETA, IF YOU-" My statement was cut short as pain roared through me again.

//If someone would simply kill me now I'd be eternally grateful.//

My body jolted suddenly and I glanced ahead to find myself being carried through a white corridor. Another scream managed to pass my lips as my fingers dug into Vegeta's shoulders. Everything was too intense, I couldn't' take much more of it.

"She'd having a baby!" I heard Vegeta shout suddenly at the women next to us as I glanced back to see Bra run up to us.

"Did you page Trunks?" I asked shakily, surprised I could ask her without the pain interrupting me.

She nodded quickly as she brandished her cell phone for proof, "Just did."

"You have to calm down sir."

"I WILL NOT CALM DOWN YOU PATHETIC NINGEN! NOW EITHER YOU GET A DOCTOR DOWN HER OR I'LL DESTORY THIS ENTIRE HOSPITAL!!"

//Ok, he has been pushed off the deep end again…//

"Vegeta…" Another contraction and I found myself crying onto his shoulder and if that didn't strength his resolve to destroy the place nothing would.

"You should transform onna." He quickly stated as he watched the woman call someone on the phone.

"WHAT?!" I asked as I glanced at him, the pain overriding all my senses.

"Do it!" He urged quickly.

"The doctor is coming, you-"

I heard the woman scream suddenly as I felt my ki rise rapidly. No doubt the sudden change into a glowing-blonde-haired woman was a little surprising to her.

"What did-what did she just do?" She asked shakily as I gripped Vegeta harder. The contractions were coming more frequently, if a doctor didn't get here soon….

"Damn onna, are you trying to kill me?!" Asked Vegeta.

"Vegeta, if you could feel the amount of pain I am going though….YOU WOULDN'T BE WORRIED ABOUT THAT!!"

"JUST DON'T DIG YOUR FINGERS STRAIGHT THROUGH ME!" He yelled back, his pride and temper not letting himself back down even with the current circumstances.

"VEGETA WHY DON'T YOU-"

"I believe this is the mother to be."

I glanced ahead to see a man approaching us. "And I am presuming you are the father." He stated quickly as he glanced at Vegeta.

"THE ONNA IS NOT MY MATE!"

"THANK DENDE I'M NOT!!" I cried out as I felt more pressure.

"WHAT THE HELL IS-"

"SIR!" Cried out the doctor suddenly, his outbursts drawing all of our attention. "We need to get her to a room, as quickly as possible I might add or she'll have the baby right here in your arms!"

//Finally someone who is making some sense around here!!…oh no…Not another one!!//

"SOMEONE GET THIS THING OUT OF ME!!"

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"TRUNKS SLOW DOWN, YOU'RE GOING TO KILL ME!!" Bulma screamed as her son carried her over the city. Instead of getting into the car, the boy had simply picked her up and speed off into the air.

"We have to get there as soon as possible." He protested automatically without looking at her.

"I KNOW THAT, BUT I DON'T NEED TO GET KILLED IN THE POCCESS!!" Bulma screamed again as her son took a quick turn and dived down to the ground.

"TRUNKS!!!!"

He stopped seconds before the impact with the ground and safely landed, "I could have sworn that I felt her energy suddenly spike into super saiyan here."

Trunks let his mother down quickly and rushed inside, not noticing his mother was still standing in the same spot in an almost catatonic state.

"I'll be in a bit," Bulma whispered as she tried to slowly regain her wits.

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"Where is she?!"

"Calm down sir, who are you asking for?" Asked the woman at the desk. She was getting too old to deal with these insane patients and visitors.

"Son Xenia. She came in here today with my father and my sister I believe." Trunks stated somewhat calmly.

"Ah, yes those three. And you are?" Asked the nurse. She cringed at the memory at the insane trio, but then again every pregnant women on the brink of giving birth acted like that. However that transformation…what the hell was that?

"Trunks Briefs, I'm her fiancé."

"The Trunks Briefs?" Asked the nurse in disbelief.

"Yes, please just tell me where-"

"STOP TRYING TO BREAK MY ARM ONNA!!"

"I WILL IF I DAMN WELL WANT TO VEGETA!!"

"I believe those are the people you are looking for?" Asked the nurse as she glanced down the corridor.

"Yes, thank you." Trunks stated quickly before following the screams that flooded down the hallway.

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"Now Ms. Son, you need to push." Stated the doctor calmly as he sat down in front of me.

"I KNOW THAT!!" I cried out as I tried to comply, "Why can't I get any painkillers?"

"I'm sorry," Said a nurse beside me, "But you're so close to giving birth that the medication would take in effect after the baby was already born."

I sighed in frustration and gripped Vegeta's arm tighter, the saiyan-jin Prince still unable to make his escape just yet.

"STOP TRYING TO BREAK MY ARM ONNA!!"

"I WILL IF I DAMN WELL WANT TO VEGETA!!" I cried out again as another contraction hurled pain into me.

"You need to keep pushing."

"I know….I know…" I felt the tears trail down my cheeks, "But its hurts so much, I-"

Suddenly a hand wrapped around my arm and I glanced up.

"Hey, don't give up." Trunks stated softly as he took my hand and wrapped his fingers around my own.

"Thank Dende!" Cried out Vegeta as I let go.

"You made it," I smiled at him and tightened my grip.

"Ms. Son you have to push." Stated the doctor impatiently, "The head is visible."

Nodding I shut my eyes and pushed till the pain became too much again. Everything was too intense, my energy was already dropping and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold super saiyan much longer.

"The heads out, I need two more good pushes."

"Come on Xenia," Said Trunks encouragingly, "You can do this."

//But what if I can't….//

I glanced at the nurses quickly, who were mimicking the breathing motions, before pushing one more time. It felt as if something was tearing me apart and it just kept on becoming more and more painful. I couldn't take this much longer, I just couldn't.

"Ok one more, just one more and you'll be done." The doctor reassured as he gripped its head.

//Just one more…//

I tapped into all the reserve energy I had and gave one final push while simultaneously nearly breaking Trunks's fingers. I fell back as the pressure disappeared and my ki dropped dramatically. I simply laid there for a second as I breathed heavily, my hair plastered to my sweaty forehead as the pain subsided into a steady throb. Yet it was all forgotten as a small high-pitched cry filled my ears.

"Congratulations," Said the doctor as he wrapped the baby in a small cloth, "It's a boy."

"A boy?" I managed to whisper.

"Yes, and with the most hair I've seen born on a baby." The doctor said somewhat peculiarly.

I closed my eyes as I felt the small bundle placed in my arms. The nurses probably thought I still needed to recover from the birth, but in actuality I was scared to see it. What if….

I felt a few small fingers then wrap around my finger and I opened my eyes to a small round face. He stared at me curiously his green eyes complimenting his blond hair. So he was born a super saiyan…never doubt Vegeta's intuition.

"Hi there," I whispered and sighed as I realized that a miniature Turlus was in my arms. He was an exact replica of his father, and based upon what a pure saiyan-jin looks like when it grows up, he would as an adult as well.

"He's beautiful."

I glanced at Trunks and smiled. He looked so amazed by the tiny babe in my arms, almost like a small child when it sees a puppy.

"Do you want to hold him?"

He looked at me suddenly with hesitation, "I don't know, I-"

"You won't break him." I stated softly as I felt my body succumb to the energy loss.

"Alright," He carefully took him from me, being especially careful to support his head. The baby simply stared up at him as Trunks's smile appeared even wider than before.

//He looks so happy…//

I smiled at the two and sighed in relief.

"What should we call him?" I heard Trunks ask as I felt my eyes grow heavy. He looked so much like Turlus and Turlus looked so much like dad……

"Bardock." I whispered. "It was my grandfather's name."

Trunks simply smiled and let the baby wrap its small hands around his finger, "Hi there Bardock."

Yet, I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. I welcomed the darkness, my mind filled with the images of all the things I could teach Bardock, of my wedding and all the days we'd all spend together. Yet, slowly everything seemed to go numb as my body simply fell limp against the bed. I wanted to stay awake, but I was just too tired……

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"Xenia."

I opened one eye and blinked at the bright light. Couldn't I get just a little bit of rest?

"Xenia."

That wasn't Trunks voice, in fact I didn't recognize it all. I pulled myself up and slowly glanced around to find myself in a different room. Was I dreaming?

"Xenia!"

I jumped up and turned around to find myself face to face with the largest desk I had ever seen in my entire life. I followed it up to a rather large man, or shall I say ogre. Was this….

"King Yemma."

"You've heard me then, probably from your father or your brothers." The large ogre said as he looked through something on his desk.

"Where am I?"

"Hmmm, it seems we have a bit of a problem." King Yemma stated to himself, somewhat confused.

"What?" I glanced around and spotted Baba near his desk. "Baba where am I? What's going on?"

She levitated down on her crystal ball and frowned, "You know who he is and you don't know where you are?"

"Well, I can't be dead, so why am I here?"

"Xenia, you poor child" Baba sighed, "You are dead."

"WHAT?!"

Baba hopped down and wavered her arms around her crystal ball for a moment, "Look into it, you'll see."

I kneeled down and stared in shock at the image that greeted me. It was like déjà vu all over again. I was laying on the hospital bed while Trunks held Bardock in his arms. Everyone was around me as the doctor used a defibrillator on me.

"But, I can't be dead."

"Unfortunately you are." King Yemma's voice boomed across the office, "However you aren't suppose to be."

"What?" I asked glancing back.

"You have a choice." He stated simply.

"A choice? A choice between what?"

"Between life or death," King Yemma leaned against the desk for a moment, "You can either go back or remain dead. This happens very rarely so I suggest you seize the opportunity. However with your history, I don't know where you will go if you do remain dead. You may go to hell."

//Hell….//

I glanced back at the image and felt my chest tighten as I saw them frantically try to revive me.

//My history…..//

Everything I had done to them and millions of others came flooding back to me. All the pain, all the suffering I had caused. In these months that I had waited for Bardock's birth, I had almost forgotten it all. The guilt everyone held because of me, everything…..I was a constant reminder wasn't I?"

//Live for him…//

I remembered that vow, to live for my baby because he deserved the right to live. I couldn't imagine what he would think if he knew all the terrible things his mother did, let alone his biological father. If I stayed then they wouldn't have to worry about me anymore and I wouldn't have to see the disgust when Bardock found out about my history…

//Would it be selfish to stay?//

The small clear ball was suddenly filled with the image of Trunks's face. Tears were trailing down his cheeks as he screamed my name.

I felt my own tears as well and I hid myself behind my hands, afraid he might see me, "I'm so sorry Trunks. I'm so sorry."

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IT'S A BOY!! IT'S A BOY!! Sorry to you all who wanted it to be girl, but majority wins. Having a boy works better with the story too. You know for the pregnancy part I actually looked it up in one of my parents' medical books and read up on it to make sure I got this right. Well to say the least I am a bit traumatized from the experience. ::shudders:: Evil pictures!!! ::shudders again::

Now I know you all want to kill me, but just wait on that ok. I still have the epilogue to do, so don't worry. Well, do worry, but not so much. ^_^

Childbirth just makes everyone go a bit nutty, doesn't it? lol Or so I have heard, though my dad swears he was calm.

I might rewrite this chapter…I'm a little unsatisfied with certain parts of it. But I won't change anything important.

Anywho, only one more chapter to go….I can't believe it…. It will have taken me three years to finish this. Long project eh? I feel jealous of those who get stories done in a few months. I hope you all liked the chapter. Ja ne minna-san!