Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Reconcile ❯ Reconcile Epilogue: Birth of a Princess, the Dark Prince's Glass Doll ( Chapter 8 )

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Reconcile Part VIII: Birth of a Princess. The Dark Prince's Glass Doll.

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"Wench, I will show you who is the Prince of Saiya-jins!"

Bulma smiled sweetly at him and brought his head down for a small kiss. "I love you Vegeta,"

He smirked. "Of course you do."

With her mouth agape, she whacked him but squealed as he growled and attacked her neck with sweet, loving and extremely arousing kisses.

It is always a good thing to be reconciled with the one you love. You get so much out of it. For the rest of that day, Bulma definitely got a lot of out of it. And I mean a lot.

*****

Bulma awoke to find her cheek snuggled up to her husband's chest. A feral grin spread across her face as she recounted the night's activities. They had indeed gotten very close in the past two months, since Vegeta had initiated the Py'ar ritual. That sacred ritual had changed Bulma's life forever.

There were no more squabbles between her and Vegeta, that had any repercussions. Of course they did argue, more than ever before, but it was playful argument that didn't affect their loving relationship. Bulma was glad that things had gotten back to normal. She also noticed how he spent more time with Trunks than ever before, of course it was in the Gravity room, but it still meant that the father and son bond between them was growing.

She groaned, not wanting to wake up. She also found that in the past two months, not once had Vegeta left the bed before she did. Normally he would have been up and gone, already training in his precious little chamber. But now it felt so good to wake up in his arms, to feel his solid chest beneath her warm cheek and to hear the strong and slow beating of his heart.

Bulma chuckled to herself. She sounded like a lovesick poet. Not that she could help it. Pouting, she rubbed her cheek into the corded muscles of his chest, fluttering her lashes so they scraped against the sensitive skin. As she earned a small growl from him, she looked up to see him awake and staring down at her with two cold orbs. She grinned, "Morning 'Geta."

He frowned. "Onna, how many times have I told you not to call me that ridiculous pet name? Yet you still insist upon it."

Bulma chuckled at the morning argument he was trying to stir up. They both still loved a good argument. "But I think it sounds cute, 'Geta."

Vegeta narrowed his eyes. "You know that I am far from cute On-" He was cut off as she began to trail lazy kisses up the side of his neck. A deep rumbling in his chest that sounded like a purr, came forth.

She slid her bare body over his, teasing his neck with her lips.

Unable to take anymore, Vegeta grabbed her sides and pulled her up even more so their lips met in a hungry and passionate kiss. He ground his hips against hers, causing Bulma to gasp as she was thrown off of him and pinned down beneath him. As he devoured her lips in an even more hungry kiss, Bulma moaned.

But it wasn't from pleasure.

She began to feel slightly nauseous, her stomach churning at a sickeningly fast pace. As his tongue brushed hers, Bulma began to feel dizzy and even more nauseous. She groaned, thumping at his chest.

Vegeta pulled his lips slightly away, taken aback by her refusal of him. He looked down questioningly into her eyes and saw a few crystal tears lace her lashes. What had gotten into her.

"Get off me," she whispered, almost like a threat.

Confused by her strange behaviour, he snarled and lifted himself off her, rolling to the other side of the large bed and glaring at her with hidden anger and hurt.

Bulma jumped up, putting her hand to her mouth. Racing to the chair that had a silk robe placed on it, she grabbed it and made a b-line towards the connecting bathroom. All the time, Vegeta had watched her in confusion and slight anger. What was causing her to act so cold towards him?

Bulma slammed the door behind her, ran into the bathroom and put up the toilet seat. As if on cue, she heaved into it unceremoniously.

His eyes widened as he heard his Tashi and mate, heave from behind the door. The anger soon faded and it was replaced by worry. Pushing the covers off his sweat slicked body, he cautiously walked to the bathroom door and tapped on it gently.

"Onna?" His voice was harsh but concern could be heard through it. His acute hearing could hear her still regurgitating. Without waiting for an answer, he stepped in and walked over to her naked form crouched over the toilet, clutching the unworn robe.

"What's wrong?" He asked as he crouched beside her.

Bulma shook her head and grimaced. "Probably the food I ate last night." Although, she knew exactly what was wrong. The only other time this had happened was when she had been pregnancy with Trunks. This time, she could say with an acute conviction, that she was pregnant.

It had been blatantly obvious when she had missed her periods. She saw the blank look on her husband's face and knew that he didn't acknowledge that she was pregnant. How would he react? Firstly, she had to make sure she really was pregnant. Then she could worry about telling him later.

Vegeta scowled, "Yes. You insane mother's cooking does seem to have an effect on almost everyone who eats her poisonous food." He was trying to lighten the mood with a rude comment, he didn't like to see her become sick. And here he was thinking that he had done something wrong!

Standing up from his position, he removed the robe from her hand and draped it around her shoulders. "I will be in the Gravity Room, training with Trunks. I suggest you see a doctor immediately and report to me your condition." The worry on his face betrayed the aloofness of his voice. Dropping a kiss to her forehead, he left the bathroom to use the one across the hall.

Bulma smiled sadly at her husband's retreating back. Did he really care about her or did he see it as a duty? She shook her head, thinking that the Py'ar had done wonders for their relationship and she shouldn't question his actions. She would have to get a home pregnancy test and see if her suspicions were right. She had a funny feeling that she was going to be right.

*****

It was night time and Bulma sat on the toilet seat of the bathroom, waiting for any indication of her state on the home pregnancy kit. She hummed to herself as she waited for a minute, for the colour to change. A knock on the door brought her out of her reverie. She waited for someone to speak from the behind the door.

Vegeta frowned as he stood at the door. He knocked softly. He hadn't seen Bulma for the entire day, if you discounted the brief meeting at lunch. He was beginning to grow wary of her behaviour. She seemed to be distant from the morning he had spoken to her in the bathroom. He couldn't help but feel suspicious of what was going on. It was as if she was purposely avoiding him. Tonight, he was determined to find out what was going on and so he tapped on the door even louder, not speaking.

Bulma bit her lip as the knocking on the door grew louder. She knew it was Vegeta. "I'll be out in a minute!" She called out with a shaky voice. With trembling fingers she looked at the code on the tester. The butterflies in her stomach grew with each passing moment. It felt the first time she had been when she found out she was pregnant. She was worried about what Vegeta's reaction would be then, and she was worried about how it would be now.

Drawing a deep breath, she looked down at the indicator and let a burst of air escape her lips.

She was pregnant.

Standing up from her seat, she chucked the kit into the bin and flushed the toilet. Slowly unlocking the door, she stepped out quietly into the darkness, pulling up the thin straps of her short silk nighty. "Vegeta?" She called out cautiously into the dark. When she couldn't find anyone in the large room, she shrugged and looked around for any sign of him.

She saw his silhouette being outlined by the moonlight as he stood on the balcony, the large french doors open wide. Silently walking behind him, she sidled up to him and stood quietly beside his unnerving presence, not daring to breath a word. Instead she waited for him to speak, sensing something was on his mind.

"You are hiding something from me." He spoke quietly, as he looked at the vast expanse of stars. Hidden anger seeped into his voice.

Bulma couldn't help but let a small smile slip across her bland features. "You're right," she whispered and looked at the sea of stars like him.

Vegeta tore his gaze away from the twinkling stars and glared at her angrily. "What is it?" He hissed. "You might as well tell me, or I'll find out from someone else." The anger was blinding him from reason. Accusation after accusation pounded its way in his mind and he forced himself to remain calm. He didn't know why she was hiding things from him. He thought that she would trust him, but that obviously wasn't the case. He was startled as she began to chuckle.

"Vegeta," Bulma spoke softly, "It's not a big deal you know." She hugged him from behind, pressing her cheek into his back.

He felt his resolve of anger towards her, slipping. "Oh?" He dreaded the answer of her secret. Maybe he didn't want to know. What if she hadn't forgiven him? Or what if she had gone back to that baka scar-face human...? He shook his head, no that couldn't be it. "Get on with it Onna," he growled impatiently.

Bulma stood on tip toes and whispered huskily into his ear. "I'm pregnant."

Vegeta sideways glare at her, faltered. "WHAT?"

She giggled as the vein in his forehead popped up. The famous vein turned up when he was upset or anxious. She hoped it was the latter. "You heard me," she teased, "I'm pregnant."

He had to blink several times before he actually began to understand the full meaning of her words. An evil grin spread across his face. "Wench! You dare deceive me into thinking it was bad news!"

Bulma laughed as she was pulled out from behind him and swept into his arms. Nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck, she sighed happily. He was pleased, not upset or angry but pleased! "Sorry Vegeta, but I had to be sure."

As her stomach pressed tightly into his, Vegeta closed his eyes and reached out his senses. Sure enough there was a tiny ki coming from the folds of her womb, a female ki. He was going to have a little girl. A lazy smirk spread across his face as Bulma lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist.

He hadn't been able to sense the baby growing in her stomach previously due to her own ki engulfing it. He had to search deeply to find the second ki, but he found it. He remembered the last phase of the Py'ar in which a little blue-haired girl jumped lovingly into his arms and called him 'Daddy'. He couldn't wait for the small child to be born. It was going to be strange having a little girl in the house, but he knew he could adjust or he would die trying.

He carried his mate back into the room and laid her down, prowling over like a tiger on top. "That was a big mistake in not telling me sooner Onna. Instead you chose to avoid me for the entire day," he spoke as he prowled over her, letting his face hover above hers.

Bulma lay back and grinned, squeezing his waist between her legs and bringing him closer to her. "I'm sorry," she said innocently, chuckling as she heard him growl and purr into her neck. A gasp came from her parched lips as he nipped at the scarred bite mark he had left there two months ago.

She arched her back and moaned. His response to her pregnancy had been better than the first time. This time, he didn't run away whilst flinging a strong of insults at her. The memory still brought a chuckle to her. But she should say with honesty that he had responded well this time, almost as if he had been expecting her to become pregnant.

As he pulled off her silky negligee and revealed her creamy curves, she smiled and wondered what the next seven months would be like. After all, she was already two months pregnant and this came from the knowledge that she had missed her period for two months. Running her hands down his bare and muscled back, she held back a moan as he kissed her in unmentionable places, pleasuring her beyond reason.

That night, she couldn't help but feel greatly sated with the love and attention she received. Of course the pleasure had a little bit to do with it.

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{9 Months later}

Bulma waddled painstakingly slowly towards the other side of the living room to retrieve the TV remote. She grumbled to herself all the way across the room. Her feet were aching, she was pale and she felt like a beached whale. How was she ever going to recover her figure from this large bubble state to the curvy form it was in before?!

It was the middle of the day and because she was into her third trimester of pregnancy, she wasn't allowed to do any form of work, or so her mother ordered. She hadn't been allowed to touch a single piece of paper or document for Capsule Corp. since she had entered her third trimester. This had happened when she was pregnant with Trunks. It was becoming rather tedious for Bulma. She hated to be idle and her husband still insisted on training, so he was locked up in the Gravity Room by and then he would join her at night.

But Vegeta and her mother had been driving her crazy with their demands that she not do too much work. She wanted to scream at them that she was not a little child anymore and that she had been pregnant before, but where had Vegeta been then? Of course she couldn't say this to his face, for she knew she would hurt him immensely if she did.

In the past few months since the ritual he had seemed to grow more sensitive to her abrasive comments, even though he kept his air of disdain and 'superior than thou' attitude. She sighed as she slumped back into the sofa. She could wait until her baby was born, at least she would have something to do, someone to look after.

Now that Trunks was growing up, he seemed to need less of her attention than he did before. He was currently at school, in which Bulma had to convince Vegeta to send him. Vegeta had naturally thought Trunks would stay home and train with him but Bulma would damned if he did not get an education first.

She chuckled as she flicked through the channels aimlessly. She sounded a bit like Chi Chi. She had asked the doctor not to tell her the sex of the baby, she wanted it to be a surprise. She secretly hoped it would be a girl. The family was becoming overrun with the male testosterone. She needed some oestrogen in the house.

And besides, she knew that if she had a little girl, she wouldn't need to be trained to fight and Bulma would have one less person to worry about if another evil showed up. She sighed as she placed a hand on her inflated stomach. She hadn't seen an inch of Vegeta since breakfast and his lack of participant to occupy her in the day was annoying. She wasn't due for another week, but she prayed to Dende to speed things up a little.

As if on cue, a pain in her abdomen caused Bulma to gasp and frown. She leaned forward in the sofa, clutching her round belly. She gasped again as the pain became worse than ever before. Falling to the floor on her knees, she knew she was entering the stage of labor. As a feeling of wetness trickled down her thighs, she stood up calmly. So far, the contraction were far apart and everything seemed to be normal. All she needed to do was inform Vegeta and her mother of her current situation.

Standing on shaky legs, she made her way to the kitchen and out of the sliding glass doors, onto the large backyard and towards the Gravity Room. So far, she had remained calm, pausing every so often on her way to Vegeta's location, the pain becoming more intense with each passing moment.

As she neared the chamber, she tapped softly on the white wash metallic door of the room. "Vegeta?" She tried to keep her voice sedated. From behind the door, she heard annoyed mutterings and growling.

The door slid open and Vegeta stood there scowling, arms folded. "What is it Onna? I have told you not to interrupt my training."

Bulma was slightly hurt by this; her pregnant state was causing her to be more emotional and highly sensitive to harsh comments that were directed towards her. She tried to keep the hurt out of her voice as she spoke. "I'm just letting you know that I'm in labour and if you need anything, ask my Mom, because I'll be in hospital." She turned to leave, coldness set in her eyes.

Before she could step away from him, his hand shot out and gripped her arm. He was still not familiar with some of the human terms. "What are you babbling about?"

Bulma rolled her eyes at him. "I'm having the-" But she didn't get to finish as another wave of pain coursed through her lower stomach. She cried out and leaned against her husband for support. "Baby," she managed to gasp out between deep breaths.

Tears sprang to her eyes but it was almost comical the way Vegeta's face changed from flushed to pale in a matter of moments. Gripping his arm tightly, she hissed into his ear. "Get me to the fucking hospital. NOW!" She watched as he winced, but to her relief, he picked her up and sped to the nearest hospital. He would let Bulma's parents know of her situation later.

As he flew to the hospital with his moaning wife in his arms, he felt a small pang of guilt attack him. He had been a little distant with her lately, but only because he needed to keep training, if any form of evil decided to show itself once more on Earth. There was no such thing as peace in the world of a warrior after all. His panic increased as his wife became unconscious in his arms. He shook her, making her wake up again.

"Wha?" She asked in a dazed state. She couldn't remember where she was. As another stab of pain rushed through her, all the memories flooded back. "Hurry," she murmured into his ear, earning a silent nod from her husband.

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They wheeled Bulma into the hospital waiting area, the nurse becoming extremely upset by the presence of the frightening man by the blue-haired woman's side. With a clip board in her hand, she walked up to him nervously. "Sir, I need you to fill out a few forms and then you can go and be with your wife."

Vegeta looked away from the nurse and saw Bulma being wheeled away towards the maternity ward. Looking back at the nurse he growled, unsure of what he had to fill in exactly. "Very well, but make it fast."

The nurse gulped and led the angry man to the counter. How could someone as beautiful and intelligent as Bulma Briefs be associated with such a mean guy like him? Casting a sideways glance at the man by her side, the nurse suppressed a giggle. He was good looking, so she couldn't blame the blue- haired scientist for falling for the mysterious and handsome man.

Vegeta growled at the nurse. She had better not get any ideas, or he had a right mind to blow her ass to the next dimension. All he wanted to do was get back to his mate's side.

*****

Vegeta regretted the previous thought he had a while ago about being near his wife.

"Vegeta!" Bulma cried weakly from the hospital bed, holding her husband's hand tightly. She had been in labor for over twenty hours and the baby still refused to exit her womb. Bulma buried her head in her husband's shoulder and choked on a sob as the intense pain washed over her abdomen again. "It hurts," she cried like a child.

"Look Onna, you've done this before and you can do it again. Do not give up!" He tried to hold his patience in check. He hadn't been present for Trunks' birth and so this experience was completely new to him. He watched with mild disgust and fascination as the doctor positioned his hands between his Tashi's legs.

He growled, but remained quiet knowing full well that Bulma would only scream at him. He had been waiting for this day for nine months. Impatiently awaiting the family's newest arrival. A girl! It would be a new and strange experience indeed.

Bulma huffed as another contraction washed over her. Growling, she pushed with all her might and cried out as the heavy burden from her stomach was lifted. She flopped back ungracefully, exhausted but extremely satisfied.

A piercing cry echoed in the room.

Vegeta's eye twitched. Would his daughter be doing that constantly? If so, then he would gladly leave Earth and go train in space until she stopped. The doctor walked up to the mother and father of the demi Saiya- jin girl and placed her in her mother's arms. "Ms. Briefs, you have a beautiful and healthy baby girl!"

Bulma beamed with joy as she snuggled the child close to her bosom, cooing at the tiny child. She would have a little girl that she could pamper to her hearts desire. Secretly though, she knew that her daughter would never truly be hers. She would be a Daddy's girl in the entire sense. A soft smile graced her face as she stared into the sky blue eyes of her daughter.

Definitely a Daddy's girl.

Bulma looked up and saw the distant look on Vegeta's face. "Vegeta?"

He snapped out of his trance and looked down at the tiny girl in Bulma's arms. A small smile played on his lips.

"Do you want to hold her?"

He didn't know what to say. He had never held a child before. He hadn't even held Trunks when he had been a baby. Guilt began to surface in him. He nodded reluctantly and held out his arms awkwardly. Bulma gently placed the baby in his arms, showing him the proper way to hold her.

Vegeta looked down at the beautiful little girl in his arms. He held her rigidly at first but soon began to relax as she yawned and curled into his chest. He grinned up at Bulma, who was surprised but smiled back nonetheless. "What do you want name her?" He said 'you' because he wanted to see what name she would choose. He secretly hoped it would be Bra.

Bulma tilted her head and thought for a moment. "I'm not sure... Aria?"

Vegeta scowled.

Bulma laughed. "Relax Vegeta, I'm joking!"

The scowl softened but still remained. "Think again."

She bit her lip, "Mmm... How about Bra?" She asked uncertain of his reaction.

To her surprise he didn't comment and instead asked her, "Why?"

"Because it was my great-aunt's name... Do you like it?"

He didn't admit that he did, but just nodded. He looked back down at the little girl in his arms and held back a full blown smile. "I suppose it will do for a girl."

Bulma gaped at him. In Vegeta language that meant, 'it's perfect'. She pulled him towards her and hugged him around the waist. They stayed in the silent portrait for a few moments longer, looking like the perfect family.

*****

Vegeta stared at his sleeping Tashi and felt a smile tug at his lips. He softly bounced the child in his arms, in a painfully gentle manner. He looked over as Bulma stirred in her dreamless sleep. Reaching out, he brushed away a few strands that covered her cheek. She looked like an ethereal goddess, even though she was pale and sleep deprived. The moonlight softly hit her cheeks, causing them to glow spiritually.

The baby girl in his arms gurgled, causing Vegeta to tear his gaze away from his mate and look down at his beautiful daughter. He smirked. She looked every bit like her mother but as she scowled at him in the darkness of the hospital room, she began to look more like him. Lifting his index finger, he brought it to her tiny balled up fist, lifting up her own tiny index finger. He was amazed how giant like his own index finger look as her tiny one tried to curl around his own finger.

The baby in his arms yawned sleepily. Swaying Bra gently in his arms, a slow smile spread across his face as she smiled up at him in a sleepy manner. She seemed so fragile at that moment, like she could be crushed in an instant. He knew she would grow up to be beautiful, just like her mother. He began to worry at the prospects of boys pestering his baby girl came into his mind.

He frowned, he'd just have to blast all of them. It seemed logical. As she yawned and smiled again at him, his own smile expanded tenfold. Who would have thought that the Dark Prince would have become the father of small fragile glass doll? Even he couldn't believe it.

It almost made him want to run away and revert to his former self, but as he looked at his sleeping mate, he knew he could never do that. He had already hurt her too many times to do that and he vowed never to hurt her again. And a warrior never breaks his vows. There was the small thing of love as well.

He snorted into the darkness, thinking of what he had been reduced to, but what he had gained in the process. He was no longer the prince of a dead race. He was the king of a loving family and this little girl in his arms was a princess. Yes, it had been the birth of a Princess. Trunks's birth had also been the birth of a Prince. With Bulma as his Queen.

They truly were a royal family, in every sense of the phrase. So in a way, Vegeta had not lost anything, but had gained not one but three precious things in his life.

Shaking himself out of his reverie, he looked at his daughter as she slept peacefully and trustingly in his arms, it was time to return her to her own bed. He didn't want to leave his mate's or daughter's side, but knew that he had to in case he woke either of them. He was glad he and Bulma had sorted out their differences through the Py'ar ritual. It was the one thing in his heritage that he was proud of.

Standing up from his seat beside the bed, he bent down and softly kissed Bulma's cheek as he mumbled into her ear. "Ni goro shim dar'khe dono, sarto var Tashi. Vash t'har nek Min'rha. Dar'khe shi ni."

Holding the baby close to his chest, he walked out of the room knowing that he would never say those things to her if she was awake, be it in his own language or hers. But the moment to confess his feelings was too great for him to pass up.

What he didn't know was that a smile formed on Bulma's lips as he left the room. He didn't know that she knew his language because of the Py'ar, nor that she was wide awake. She opened her eyes in the darkness, slowly translating the meaning of his ancient language's words.

"Ni goro shim dar'khe dono, sarto var Tashi. Vash t'har nek Min'rha. Dar'khe shi ni."

"To reconcile is to love, my dearest wife. Sleep well my Queen. I love you."

She was elated that she understood what he was saying, but she couldn't sleep as the words touched her heart. She knew he would never say that to her again, but she was content in hearing it, even if it was only once.

A solitary tear trickled down her cheek and she whispered out into the darkness, "I love you too Vegeta."

They were made for each other, they were reconciled and nothing would separate them again.



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A/N: There you have it, another one of my fics completed!!!

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