Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Words ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

ulma slowly sunk to her knees and stared at the mound of dirt that covered Vegeta's grave. She did not cry, she refused to make a noise. They had half an hour to get everyone off this planet or they'd be meeting the same fate as their prince.
She clutched her hands together in her lap until blood began to trickle between her fingers. Her betrothed was brutally murdered in front of her in cold blood with no ability to protect himself and he was taken from her so quickly.
"Lady Bulma?" Raditz drew Bulma out of her gaze. "Yes, Raditz." Bulma shifted her gaze towards the burly Saiyan. "We should gather the dragon balls and move farther away from here. It seems that Kakarot is holding him off fairly well." Bulma nodded and gave Vegeta's grave one last look before standing up and brushing herself off.
"He wouldn't want you to suffer like he did. We need to get you off this planet." Bulma bit her lip, refraining from letting out a sob. She wrapped the three balls in her tiny arms and held them close to her chest. Raditz carried the other four in his massive arms and knelt down. "My lady, get on my back and I will carry you away from here." Bulma nodded and climbed on and wrapped her legs around his abdomen.
As the two flew away, Bulma looked down at sight of Vegeta's grave and Kakrrot fighting Frieza attempting to avenge his death.
Kakarot was giving everything he had, but Frieza was always a couple steps ahead of him. To say the young Saiyan was pissed was an understatement. "You are a monster, Frieza!" Kakarrot screamed. Blood was trickling from his hairline and over his left eye and his eye was beginning to swell. His chest plate was cracked and his flight suit was beginning to rip.
"Oh Kakarot." Bulma murmured and allowed one tear to fall from her face. Frieza looked up to see Bulma and Raditz's retreating figures and he chased after them. Kakarrot's eyes widened and phased between Frieza and his brother and friend. "This is between me and you, Frieza." Kakarrot crossed his arms and mimicked Vegeta's scowl.
"As charming as your loyalty is to your monkey friends, it seems they have something that belongs to me." Frieza frowned at Kakarrot before raising his hand to fire at them. "No you don't!" Kakarot yelled and ambushed Frieza, he twisted his arm behind the alien and looked at Raditz, "You idiot, get Bulma the hell out of here!" Raditz nodded and took off to a safe haven.
"I'll let them go. They're going to die anyways." Frieza smirked at Kakarrot. "What the hell is your problem, Frieza?" Kakarot yelled before letting out an array of ki blasts towards the alien.

Bulma and Raditz landed far off and Nappa soon landed near them with Dende. "Well I got the boy, you guys got the dragon balls. Let's get out of this shit hole while we can." Nappa stroked his mustache and looked off in the far away direction towards Kakarrot and Frieza fighting.
"I can't believe our prince is gone." Nappa mumbled. Raditz frowned, "Kumiko and the King are not going to be happy when they hear about this."
Bulma frowned and looked down at the ground. She was trying so hard to hold it together and focus on the task at hand.
"May I say something?" The small boy asked the trio. "Yes, Dende, what is it?" Bulma weakly smiled at the child and knelt down near him. "Porunga, the Dragon of Love, can grant three wishes. However I must ask these questions in our language. It is how he was created." Bulma smiled and nodded at the boy before placing a hand on his shoulder. "This means we can revive everyone that has been killed at Frieza's hand that are good at heart and transport them home!" Bulma looked over at Nappa and Raditz excitedly.
"I don't see how it would be a problem. We have enough room in the kingdom for them." Raditz reasoned. "We need to get going then, we don't have much time!" Bulma exclaimed.
Dende arranged the balls in the correction formation before stepping back "Are you guys ready?" He asked the Saiyans and Bulma. They nodded in unison and Bulma clasped her hands over her chest. This was her chance to have Vegeta back!
Dende turned around and raised his hands overhead, "takkaraputo popurunga pupirittoparo!"
Before their eyes, a majestic green dragon towered over them and looked down at the child and three others. "He's kinda cute!" Bulma chided, and paused when she noticed Porunga blushing down at her. "Oh." She whispered and stepped back, slightly embarrassed.
"You have collected all seven dragonballs, and now, as it is written, think wisely and I will grant you three wishes within my power." Porunga lazily said, he seemed a tad irritated to be summoned.
"Dende, wish back everyone that has died at Frieza's hand, those that are good at heart!" Dende nodded before addressing Porunga.

Where am I? I've opened my eyes but I cannot see! Vegeta went to move his arms but found it difficult to move. Am I dead? Man, if this is what death is like this is totally ridiculous!
He opened his mouth but coughed when cold dirt fell into his mouth. Dirt? Why would I have dirt on top of me? Vegeta raised his ki and pushed through the layers of dirt on top of him. His hands broke through the surface and he pushed through the rest of the dirt.
He sat up and brushed the dirt from his face. The sky was dark and lightening was cracking all around. Vegeta looked up and saw Kakarrot and Frieza fighting above him. Kakarrot looked like he was losing, however.
Damn weakling, he thought to himself.
Suddenly Raditz appeared. "Kakarot, we're about to wish everyone off this planet, you coming?"
"No, I am going to stay here and make sure this creep doesn't go anywhere."
"Now who do you think you are?" Frieza mimicked Kakarrot's voice. "I am his brother, you idiot." Raditz glared at Frieza before hitting his scouter and relaying to Nappa that Kakarrot was staying.
"Alright brother, hope you make it out of here safely." Raditz began to fly away back to his comrades.
"Where do you think you're going?" Frieza smirked at Raditz. The departing Saiyan turned around towards Frieza, "What?" He paused, but his eyes widened as a flying ki flare flew in his direction.
"Raditz, no!" Kakarrot bellowed towards his brother. Raditz was enveloped in a cloud of smoke. When the smoke cleared ashes floated towards the ground and landed in a pile near Vegeta.
I must be dead! Vegeta thought to himself as he stared in horror at Raditz's ashes. Vegeta's gaze shifted slowly towards Kakarrot. He stood with his head bowed and his hands balled into fists at his sides. His hair began to float upwards as the pain from the loss of his brother exploded outwards. His aura turned blue, then red, then gold. Kakarrot remained with his head bowed and his face snarled in pain. "How dare you!" Kakarrot let out ear shattering scream and exploded in gold heat. His hair turned from charcoal black to a bright gold and once he opened his eyes were a vibrant teal.
Vegeta's mouth dropped, "This can't be! The legendary was my birthright! Not his! I surely must be dead. A death is more desirable than living with this!"
Kakarrot flew towards Frieza delivery the first blow towards Frieza's demise.

Vegeta sat against a tree on Vegetasei. His armor was destroyed, his pride stripped from him. Many Namekians were milling about the kingdom's garden inspecting the greenery. "Vegeta?" A meek voice broke him from his train of thought. She stood in front of him, her body had been beaten and bruised. The trip to Namek wasn't easy on her, either. Her tousled short aqua locks hung limply by her shoulders and her flight suit was ripped. She had dirt smudged over her cheekbones and had cuts on her hands. "You look awful, woman." Vegeta sneered at her. "Good to see you too." She put her hands on her hips and stomped her foot. "I thought I lost you on that planet! Thankfully we got you back before the planet exploded!" She shrieked at him.
"Kakarot?" He raised an eyebrow at the woman. "He took care of Frieza. The empire is safe once again!" Bulma exclaimed. Vegeta huffed and stood up and walked past her.
"Vegeta!" Bulma chased after him, "Vegeta, what is wrong with you?" She reached out and grabbed his arm. She frowned when he flinched away. "You know what my problem is, woman?" He growled at her. Bulma knit her eyebrows and looked at him, waiting for him to continue. Vegeta glared at her.
"My problem is a third class idiot has taken my birth right and also has killed what I should have killed. I was not going to rest until Frieza's head was in my hands. Now I will never have that chance!"
Out of nowhere a sharp sting spread across his cheek. "What was that for?" He glared down at Bulma. She was red faced and had tears brimming in her yes, "You are such an egotistical jerk! Kakarot watched his best friend and his brother murdered cold-blooded in front of his eyes! How can you blame him for stealing your birthright? It's not like he set out to do it!" She stomped her foot at him and turned on her heel to talk to the Namekians.
Vegeta pinched the bridge of his nose and headed towards the palace. He needed to get far away from them and their happiness. At this point he wish he died with that stupid planet and Frieza. He'd much rather have that than dealing with someone else that's below him in rank surpassing his birth right.
"My son!" His mother gasped when he entered the large double doors in the main palace foyer. She wore a long navy blue dress that trailed behind her. Her muscular arms were covered with a three-quarter sleeve and had she had elegant jewels adorning her body. She had her hair in an elegant bun that was pinned behind her simple crown. Her ringed fingers reached out towards her son's cheeks as she pulled him close to her. Her bangs pressed against his bare forehead as she smiled at him. Her hazel eyes glinted over his form in glee that he was back in her palace.
"I have missed you so." She smiled at her son and stroked his cheek. "Glad to see you are well, Mother." He grunted at her. "Bulma is back and safe too?" She questioned her son. "Yes, along with the whole population of Namek. It was the wench's idea." Kumiko smirked, "More the merrier!" She released her son to talk to the others.
Vegeta grunted and went in the opposite direction towards his personal chambers. Many personal servants paused and bowed down in respect towards their returning prince. Vegeta frowned at them and continued on his way. He could not understand why they were still respecting him, he disappointed his people; first he died at the hands of Frieza then he got resurrected to be whisked back to safety while a lower class finished the job. Vegeta slammed his doors shut and collapsed on his large king size bed. He buried his head in the pillow, relishing the satin feel of its case. This bed was far different than the one he used in Frieza's ship. He groaned as his body begged for sleep.
The ocean waves were gliding over his body as he began to fall deeper and deeper under. Sleep was needed, the only way he can get away from this shame.
He sighed and flopped on his back, submerging himself in the deep ocean, allow it to drift him far away.

"My fellow friends, it is my pleasure to welcome you to our humble abode." The graceful Queen smiled down at all the Namekians. The green men gathered in the royal garden and the Queen stood above them all in a fancy balcony overseeing it all. "You will find homes suitable for you in our green house. Our scientists have set its climate to equal that of Namek's. Please make yourself at home!"
Kumiko clasped her hands together over her chest and smiled down at her new guest. Bulma stood back to her left. Upon seeing her lady in waiting a couple hours ago, the Queen ushered Bulma directly towards her chambers where she met up with ChiChi.
ChiChi gasped at Bulma's appearance and drug her into the bathroom and began scrubbing away at the lady. The events of that afternoon blurred for Bulma. First she was stripped of her tattered clothing, all the dirt and grime was washed from her body. For once in what felt like years, Bulma's hair was tangle free and swept up into an elegant bun.
Chichi had Bulma quickly dress in an aqua floor length dress. The dress flowed easily off her curves and elegantly gathered at her bossom into a sweet heart neckline. The dress also had sheer aqua sleeves that traveled down towards her elbows and tapered away. White and aqua jewels adorned her neck and fingers. Simple white pearls were pinned into her hair to keep the short wisps in place.
The Namekians were amazed at Bulma's goddess appearance when she appeared at the Queen's side when her majesty welcomed them to her planet. Once the Queen was finished, she returned to Bulma and lightly touched her elbow. "I am so glad my son and future daughter returned to me safely."
Bulma looked into Kumiko's eyes, it was evident this bout with Frieza had aged the beautiful Queen. Faint lines appeared in the creases of her eyes. Bulma also noticed the frown lines near the Queen's full pink lips. The Queen noticed Bulma taking in her appearance before shaking her head. "My dear, don't worry about me. I am fine. You have a prince to look after now." Bulma nodded, remember how unhappy Vegeta was a few hours ago.
The King approached Bulma and the Queen and nodded at Bulma in acknowledgement. "Any word from our Prince, wife?" Kumiko raised an eyebrow at the King's concern. "He is in his chambers, husband." The Queen looked into her husband's eyes and studied him carefully. "We received a signal from Kakarot's scouter. His space pod landed on a peaceful planet not far from Namek. It obviously was Frieza's next purging mission. He is recovering there and will make the trip home shortly." Kumiko nodded, relieved that at least one of Bardock's sons survived. "Is Bardock and his mate aware of Raditz's demise?" The King breathed through his nose before continuing, "Yes he is aware. He spoke to Kakrrot directly and told him. He's fine, it is what is expected when your son is a soldier." The King then dismissed himself to attend to other matters.
Kumiko looked down and saw that the palace guards were directing their guest to the green house and smiled. "Go to him Bulma, he will need you." Bulma nodded at her Queen before curtsying and dismissing herself.

Vegeta leaned against the railing on his balcony. He woke up an hour ago and showered, finally relaxing after his tour with Frieza. He stared out over the palace's beautiful landscape. His mother did pay attention to detail; even during the empire's darkest times she spent a lot of attention on appearances.
He smirked remember back a few years ago when he stumbled across one of the woman's books from earth. There was an Austrian woman that served as the Queen of France back on Earth named Marie Antoinette. Even though he didn't understand why there were multiple Kings and Queens for one planet, he did see the similarities between this figure and his mother. He always teased his mother for being so frivolous, but found it humorous she carried the same characteristics a Queen from Earth had.
His thumb traced over the worn material between his fingers. The tattered material stayed with during his whole tour with Frieza and kept him sane. He always hid it inside his glove in the left finger. It kept it well hidden from comrades on the ship and also safe from his ki blasts. The poor ribbon now had blood and grime stains on it. Not the once beautiful ribbon that once adorned the woman's hair.
Vegeta frowned as his thoughts drifted back towards the woman. Would she want him? What shame it would be for her to be the Queen to a failure. The King of lost causes is probably what his people will think of him as when the truth began to surface.
Vegeta frowned and tightly gripped the ribbon while tightly closing his eyes. Kakarot had survived, the legendary will return. He was just the weakling prince that had to stand in his shadow. Vegeta slammed his hands down onto the railing, causing it to buckle under the impact.
He jumped down and softly landed on the ground below, everyone was inside the banquet hall feasting and celebrating. Vegeta felt no need to celebrate. He just needed to get away. He let out a low growl in irritation before fleeing away into the darkness.
Bulma stood near the banquet hall windows and watched Vegeta retreat away. She good tell he was sinking into a darkness, and this would be something he won't come out of any time soon.
She sighed before taking a sip of her wine and glanced around the room. All the Elites were rejoicing the safe return of their prince, Queen Kumiko was gossiping about the plans for her son's wedding and all was at peace. Bulma frowned, wondering where Vegeta was flying off.
"Bulma, come join us!" Kumiko outstretched her arms towards the aqua female motioned her to come sit. Bulma smiled and headed her way towards the Queen. Kumiko nodded and dismissed her ladies from her table and turned to her future daughter. "Have you spoken to my son?" She smiled at Bulma patiently waiting for an answer. "I have not, my lady." Kumiko frowned and slowly picked up a grape from her plate and plopped it inside her mouth.
Kumiko chewed it slowly and eyed Bulma. "I think he took his defeat on Namek pretty hard, he was really dark when we returned." Bulma spread hands out across her lap and stared glumly down at her jeweled hands.
"If he talks to anyone, it will be you. Just be patient with him and he will come to you." Kumiko reached out and firmly grasped Bulma's fidgeting hands. Bulma slowly lifted her eyes towards Vegeta's mother. When she locked eyes with the woman she held her breath. Vegeta and his mother shared the same eyes, sincere and caring but also serious and focused. With one last smile Kumiko stood up and left Bulma alone at the table. She glanced out the large windows wondering where her prince went.

Bulma was finally drifting to sleep when her balcony doors slammed open; she jumped up and covered her body with the satin sheets. "Vegeta?" She murmured in her half-sleep. "Hmn." He quickly advanced towards the woman and quickly pinned her against the headboard.
Bulma's breath quickened as she took in his overly masculine form. "Where did you go?" She whispered. He didn't respond to her and quickly ripped the sheets from her body. "Vegeta!" She gasped when his lips savagely crushed against her own. Bulma quickly laced her hands behind his neck and pulled him closer. Vegeta groaned into her mouth and slowly roamed his hands up and down her small body. She began to tugged at his chest plate silently begging for him to remove it. He pushed himself off and ripped the armor off, only leaving his thin spandex from separating them.
He pressed himself against her body, letting his need to overwhelm her. "Woman." He murmured while grabbing her nightgown and yanking it from her body. Bulma shivered when the cold air hit her body. He smirked at how sensitive she was and began exploring the rest of her body with his mouth. Bulma shivered under his body again, remember how his body molded into her own. She spread her shaky legs out around his waist and drew him near. "Woman, you are intoxicating." He growled then ripped his spandex off, freeing his lower appendage.
Bulma muffled a yelp when he plunged inside her without a warning. He ransacked her body and did not let up. She could feel her hips giving out and she clung tightly to his masculine form. "Vegeta!" Bulma reached out him and yanked his head back down and kissed him greedily.
Vegeta broke away from the kiss and looked down at the writhing female. Then it happened.
Bulma muffled a yelp when she felt his sharp teeth sink into her shoulder. Her eyelids shot open as she gasped for air. The sudden pain quickly faded as images from Vegeta's life flashed before her eyes.
Images from him as a small child growing up with Kakarrot flashed by, then the day she arrived to Vegetasei with ChiChi. Scenes of the playing together in the royal gardens slowly faded into the moment they shared at his father's fountain. She could feel his pain when she ran away.
Bulma smiled into Vegeta's neck when he flashed to the night they first shared and the promise he kept her.
His time with Frieza floated by quickly with horrifying scenes of abuse and his beatings that brought him near death. He grunted when the memories on Namek appeared. Bulma sighed when her body prickled in pleasure at the scene when he first laid eyes on her. The relief flooded over them both when he saw she was alive and well.
Then the darkness game and he started using her body harder, trying to drive past these thoughts. The disappointment he felt about his demise, the rage towards Kakarrot for surpassing him. Then came the doubt that Bulma would never want him, to be married to a failure.
Bulma frowned at this when she realized this form of doubt was not going pass. Bulma shifted up and sunk her own teeth into his olive skin. He groaned and threw his head back as happiness flooded through his system. He relived her life vicariously though their meeting. He felt how she did that day at the fountain and realized she didn't intend on rejecting him. The undying love she felt for him was now felt in himself. Then her thoughts drifted to the night she was savagely forced from her home.
The small child was curled up in a dark cold room. She whimpered out for her parents and crawled on her knees. She paused with the familiar smell hit her nose, it was blood; it was then she realized where it was coming from. Bulma crawled closer to where she thought the source was coming from. She muffled a scream when she realized it was her mother. Bunny looked up her young daughter while convulsing from her blood loss. The gaping wound in her abdomen was the fatal blow. Bulma sat in her mother's pool of blood watching her life dwindle to nothing. Bunny went to say something to her daughter but instead spewed out blood and the convulsing stop.
Bulma silently cried at her mother's dead form when she heard a sinister smirk. A Saiyan was standing in the doorway. Bulma yelped in pain when the ki blast hit her in the shoulder. She looked down at the blood oozing from the wound and touched her hand to it. She looked at her crimson hand before passing out.
Vegeta's hand grazed the old scar and looked into his new mates eyes. Bulma's eyes met his and they both peaked in their climax. Bulma leaned against her pillow, wondering exactly what happened.
"Woman, you are mated." Vegeta turned his back on her and hastily put his armor back on. "What does that mean, Vegeta?" Bulma sat up and covered her chest with the sheets. He sighed and snapped his gloves on. "Woman, you belong to me. I belong to you." Before she knew it, he was gone.

It had been ten months. Ten months since that night they shared, since they became mates. The scar had long healed and she was facing the royals, alone. Kumiko smiled down at her, the King remained indifferent.
Bulma raised her hand to her stomach and a small tear rolled down her cheek. "He has been found, Lady Bulma." Kumiko smiled at her daughter. "Nappa and Kakarrot will be returning to him this evening. He has not been told of your condition." The King paused glancing over Bulma's now full figure.
"You shall remain in my royal chambers until he is aware of your condition. At this stage we do not need to endanger the heir with my son's temper." Kumiko smiled at Bulma and dismissed the young woman.
Once Bulma was outside the throne room she slid to the ground and broke out into tears. ChiChi was walking down the grand hall with her young toddler, Gohan, following closely behind.
"My lady!" ChiChi hurried over to the red-faced woman. "Bulma you must get up off the floor, it is not good for the heir!" ChiChi knelt down near her beloved friend. Gohan crawled into the distressed woman's lap and wrapped his tail around her wrist. "No tears Miss Bulma!" Gohan whimpered at his lady.
"They found him ChiChi." Bulma choked out another sob and frantically brushed the tears away. "I just heard, Kakarrot told me that he and Nappa are going to retrieve him now. He just left." ChiChi stroked her friend's hair and smiled, "He will be here for your son. That isn't worth tears, that's worth happiness." Bulma gave a weak smile through her tears. "No tears!" Gohan wailed again. "No sir!" ChiChi scolded her son and removed him from Bulma's lap.
Bulma pulled herself up and straightened out the folds of her skirt and smiled at ChiChi, "I am off to Kumiko's chambers, ChiChi."
Her friend bowed and gathered up her energetic child. "I am taking Gohan to his tutors then I shall join you." ChiChi curtsied and dismissed herself while Bulma turned and headed towards the chambers.
Bulma swallowed her emotions and stared straight ahead as she made her way through the grand hallway. The court has been buzzing about her pregnancy and how the missing prince left his mate right after marking her. Bulma at first felt shame, she was worried she was a disgrace to the court and royal family. Kumiko put a stop to this, after many bouts with the aqua female she got it through her head they respected the young princess and her unborn child. It was her son that caused great fear and scandal amongst the court. The sudden disappearance and shaming his mate after getting her with child; none of this was Bulma's fault.
Over the past ten months Bulma could feel Vegeta's emotions. He was in a dark place, a place she wish she could help him out of. The feeling of shame she soon figured out was coming from him, too. Kumiko told her daughter that he could feel her being ill from the child, but it wasn't probable he knew of the coming baby.
Kumiko's door soon came into view and Bulma fastened her eyes upon it. She was desperate to sit down. Her back and feet were killing her and her breasts were sore. The maid in the medical wing told Bulma that her time was near and should be delivering in the next week.
Kumiko was thrilled, the King didn't care, and Bulma was scared to death. Her body had been transformed by this unborn being. Every kick the child made bruised a rib and she felt her life was being sucked from her. She now needed help bathing and ChiChi was the only one she allowed to see her in this condition.
ChiChi could count Bulma's vertebrae down her spin and her knees were knobby and her once full legs were toothpicks. Bulma's arms limply hung to her sides and her shoulder blade protruded outwards. Her face was drawn in, but the stress her body was going through didn't affect her fight.
Nights when the young child would not allow his mother to rest, she would stay up and pace her room. She would scream a line of profanities towards her balcony, hoping Vegeta would hear them. She would not let some man break her, especially not the prince of all shitheads.

Vegeta crossed his arms tightly across his chest when he felt their Ki. He let out a low feral growl; there was no way of avoiding them this time. Ten months of solitude was nowhere near enough for him to recover from his embarrassment. Especially now that the clown was on his way to fetch him, he didn't bother turning around to acknowledge Kakarot and his idiot comrade.
"Prince Vegeta." They both said in unison and placed a fist over their hearts. "Hmn." Vegeta began walking away from them. "It is time you return to the palace." Kakarot walked up behind Vegeta and placed a hand on his shoulder. Vegeta growled and swung out at him. Kakarot was not ready for the hit so it easily made contact with his jaw.
The younger Saiyan spit out blood and wiped his mouth, "Now what was that for?" Kakarot whined. "You're a clown that oversteps his place." Vegeta growled before turning around and facing him. Kakarot paused when he noticed how dead his eyes were. "Vegeta, it's not about that. I only did it toÑ"
"Oh shut up you fool, you did it because I was dead and our world needed saving. You will never understand the shame brought upon me by a third class reaching the legendary and not myself!" Vegeta roared flaring his ki in warning.
"Bulma's pregnant." Nappa blurted out. Vegeta's rampage stopped immediately and he looked over at the large Saiyan. "Is she and the child healthy?"
"Yes, she is due any time this week." Vegeta turned his back on them once again. "Well I am no longer needed. There is an heir, once my parents retire from the throne the brat will be old enough to rule."
Vegeta took off in the air, desperate to get away from them. He did not wish to go back. He could watch Bulma and the brat from afar. Kakarot sighed and phased in front of the arrogant prince.
"You are coming home. No options." Kakarot firmly stated, pissed that Vegeta was so eager to ditch his friend like this. Especially now a baby was on its way.
"I am the Prince of all Saiyans, I can do as I damn well please!" Kakarot rolled his eyes at the older Saiyan. "You may be prince, but Bulma is my friend. She is my mate's friend. She is your friend, the mother of your child. So you are returning. If not for her, at least for your people, you don't want to bring shame to your people because you abandoned them out of fear." Vegeta scowled at Kakarot, for as dumb as he could be this time he was right. It was time to quit hiding.
"Hmn." Vegeta floated towards the palace before powering up and flying that way. Kakarot and Nappa nodded to each other and decided to follow at a distance. The prince was in a fragile state and easily could change his mind.
"You think he'll ever get over what happened on Namek?" Nappa nodded towards the smaller Saiyan ahead of them, "It's going to take a long time." Kakarot frowned at Vegeta's figure a few miles ahead of them.

Bulma was sitting at Kumiko's vanity fiddling with her hair when everything changed. Her dress suddenly soaked through to her stool and puddled at her feet. Kumiko's ladies heard her shriek in fear and all rushed in and quickly assessed the situation. They all surrounded Bulma and helped her up and placed towels over the fluid. "It will be ok my lady, the baby is coming!"
Everyone but Bulma was excited, the poor girl was terrified, and she just wanted her child to be safe. The Queen flew into her room with a smile plastered across her face. She grabbed Bulma's face and quieted the panicking woman. "It is ok, this is completely normal. Let's get you to the delivery bay." Kumiko practically danced around the room preparing Bulma for the travel.
One of the male guards made his way into the room and carefully lifted the laboring female into his arms. Bulma was getting dizzy from the contractions and did not know if she could last any longer this way. Her body felt as if it were being ripped apart.
"The pain is normal my child. Your body is allowing the prince to drop down and make his way into this world." Kumiko stroked her blue sweat-soaked hair as they made their way to the delivery bay.
Any thoughts of Vegeta's return were forgotten in that instant.
"Darling you got to push! Get that baby out!" Kumiko grasped Bulma's hand and willed her daughter to keep fighting. Bulma was fading in and out of conscious and the pain was almost unbearable. "I can't!" Bulma spat out, the birth maid looked up at the distressed female. "You're about to pass the head, once the head is out everything will soon follow." Bulma tensed when she felt the woman's cold hand massage her pelvic area, pushing the baby towards her opening.
Bulma grit her teeth and let out another hard push and collapsed back into her pillows when she felt the relief from all the stress. A little wail let out announcing to the room the prince was born. The maid lifted the baby over the drape and showed Bulma her beautiful son. The baby was covered in fluid and blood, but she could tell he had lavender coloring. His blue eyes glared at Bulma and his tail flicked in agitation. "TrunksÉ" She whispered before passing out.