Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Words ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

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

Vegeta, Nappa, and Kakarot touched down outside of the palace. Kakarot immediately had a read out on his scouter along with Nappa. Bulma was in the medical wing, an heir has been born, a healthy baby boy.
"Well, we must go see the boy." Nappa added gruffly but waited for Vegeta to take the lead. Vegeta growled and flicked his tail in annoyance before taking the lead. He wouldn't let the others know it, but secretly he was excited to see the baby.
The trio made their way through the hallways to the medical wing and as they passed many servants congratulated the prince on his heir. Vegeta merely nodded at the servants because as they came closer he grew more nervous. He could already feel his son's ki spiking. The baby was already as strong as some of their elites and was only a few hours old. He then reached out to feel Bulma's. Her ki was in distress, he growled at this.
Vegeta stopped outside of the door his mate and child were and hesitated before entering. "Don't you want to see your son, Vegeta?" Kakarot walked up to his friend and paused next to him. "Will he accept me?" Vegeta looked up into the younger Saiyan's eyes before opening the door.
Bulma lay in the bed with an oxygen mask covering her mouth and nose with various I.V. lines running into her arms. Her face was ghostly white and Vegeta noticed how weak she was. She wasn't the strong and well-formed woman he left a little over 9 months ago. Vegeta paused, nearly ten months to birth a child? Surely that wasn't right.
"You!" He growled at the chief medic who happened to walk in the room at this time. "Saiyans are not with child this long. I want a gene map at once!" He yelled at the medic, pushing him into the wall. "My Prince, I understand your worry. But if you listen to meÑ" Vegeta dropped the medic and crossed his arms, ready to hear what the medic had to say.
"Bulma is human, therefore your heir is half human. Human pregnancies are a lot different that Saiyans. Your child as an embryo took on the human traits for development. Though the pregnancy was hard on her body, the embryo adapted for survival and followed typical human development. I have full faith the child will develop as a normal Saiyan does now he is born. I am sure you can feel his ki as we speak." The medic smiled softly as he watched Vegeta relax visibly.
Bulma began to stir from her slumber and try to push herself up. "My lady, you mustn't stress yourself. You are still very weak." One of the nurses chided Bulma and lightly pushed her back into bed before adjusting the I.V. bags. Bulma groaned in pain, unaware her mate was observing her from a distance. "It is quite remarkable how resilient she is. To go through this whole pregnancy on her own." The medic looked at his prince before bowing and leaving him.
Vegeta waited for the nurse to finish taking care of Bulma before approaching her. "Where's my son?" She whispered, still unaware Vegeta was standing over her. "The nurse took him. He is fine." His gruff voice jarred her awake. Her eyes fluttered open and took in his form. First her eyes softened realizing he was back, but then darkened. "Get the fuck out! You left me alone like this for my whole pregnancy, I sure as hell don't need you now!" Bulma yanked herself upwards and pointed an accusatory finger towards her mate.
He frowned and backed away from his enraged mate. Bulma's lip began to tremble and she collapsed pack into bed and covered her face with her hands. She needed rest, she was too tired and hurting physically to deal with this. She wanted her son.
As if on cue, Kumiko walked in with the infant in her arms. "Look who it is!" She sang, lightly rocking the baby. Vegeta leaned forward, catching a glimpse of his son. He definitely looked like his mother. But his eyes were so familiar. No doubt that he was the father of this hybrid. "My baby!" Bulma exclaimed reaching her arms out towards her son. She took him lovingly in her arms and began stroking his hair. "Trunks." She whispered to him and smiled while the baby took in her sight.
"Trunks?" Vegeta asked out loud. Bulma frowned and looked back up at Vegeta, surprised he hadn't left. "My Father's name." She curtly responded. Kumiko observed the tension between the two.
"Vegeta, walk with me. Let Bulma and the young heir have some time together. Vegeta frowned and gave his mate and son one last look before leaving with his mother.
Bulma pretended not to watch her mate leave the room, but as soon as he made his exist her lip began to tremble. The baby watched his mother and cooed at her. Bulma looked down at her son and brought him to her cheek. She rested her cheek on his forehead and laid him across her chest and whispered lovingly in his tiny ears.
"We can do this, baby boy. Your father is just going through a hard time. It'll be ok." Bulma smiled down at her son while he scowled at her inquisitively. He looked more like Vegeta than she wanted to admit. The baby snuggled into his mother's bosom and quickly dozed to sleep. Bulma leaned back and watched her tiny son, growing more in love by the minute.
V
Vegeta slammed up against the stonewall and slowly slid to the ground. "You need to get over yourself. There is no way you will reach legendary acting like this! The legendary has a lot more to do with brute force. It has to do with one's heart. You will never get there if you continue this way." Kumiko crossed her arms and looked down at her son. He met her furious eyes and frowned, he hated being scolded by his mother. "Mother, you do not understand." Kumiko slapped her son harshly across the face. "First, you will not tell me what I will and will not understand. I do not tolerate that from your father and most definitely will not deal with it from you." Vegeta gaped at his mother; the last time she struck him was when he was a small child. Kumiko frowned at her child, not pleased with his actions.
"I am a combat strategist by trade, Vegeta. You forget that I once was one of the top Elites in my quadrant and won many battles before I mated your father. I spent a lot of time studying the legendary. What your father and other male comrades neglect to tell you is that this level require harnessing your emotions and battling for much more than a ruthless victory." Vegeta looked down at his feet outstretched before him, trying to understand what his mother was saying.
"Kakarot saw you die and also saw his brother die in front of him. He had to protect your mate and the inhabitants of Namek. Without his commanding officer Ð his best friend, his emotions went rampant. He was over flooded with grief, anger, and the instinct to protect. That is where his energy came from that caused him to peak. Your down fall, my son, is that your time with Frieza numbed your emotions. Partially that is my fault. I should have fought to keep you here and not let you go with him. We had no choice; we had to protect the empire. I knew you would survive, but if I knew it would put your heart at risk I would not have done it."
Kumiko quickly brushed a tear away and met her son's eyes with a great sadness. "You have a mate and son. You cannot numb your feelings for them. If you do then there will be no hope of the legendary, no hope of the Empire. You will grow old alone with a severed bond. I do not think you want that."
Vegeta closed his eyes and thought to Bulma a few rooms down with their son; he couldn't bear to lose her. She was the only thing that kept him sane during Frieza's reign. Vegeta pulled out the worn ribbon from his glove and stroked it tenderly. Kumiko recognized the ribbon and smiled softly at her son. There still was a glimmer of hope for him still.
"Mother?" Vegeta looked up, but his mother was gone. He looked back down at the ribbon before stuffing it back into his glove and heading to his own chambers.
V
"Broly." Vegeta ruffed at the jeweled Saiyan. "Your majesty." The young servant bowed to the prince. "Move Lady Bulma's belongings to my chambers and all of the young Prince's things as well. They will live with me."
"Yes, your majesty." Broly bowed to his master before baking away respectfully. "Broly Ð one more thing. I want you to be the woman and boy's personal guard. They need extra protection now we have an heir." Broly nodded, "As you wish your majesty."
Vegeta sat back in his chair and pushed away from his desk. He took to heart what his mother had to say and needed to make changes. He needed to connect with his family, his parents took the time to connect with him as a child, and his son deserved the same. Vegeta stood up quickly with his cape fluttering behind him. He needed to pay his mate a visit.
He walked down the grandiose hallway to where his mate and child rested. He was nervous and unsure how she would receive him. The medical doors slid open and he stepped inside.
"Your majesty, the Lady is resting. The child is healthy, but she refuses to let us take him to the nursery. She insists on feeding him and caring for him." The medic looked up to the Prince waiting on his response.
"If that is what she wants, then so be it." Vegeta smirked before turning away from the medic and into his mate's room.
He paused at the door taking in the sight before him. Bulma lay in the bed with her long aqua locks neatly splayed around her. They framed her delicate face with elegance; even without all the jewels and fancy court wear, Bulma was breath taking. Vegeta's eyes shifted to the moving bundle resting on her chest. His blue eyes peered from his swaddled blanket and watched Vegeta. His purple tail was flicking near his face in curiosity.
Vegeta unraveled his own tail allowing it to fall to the ground. He kept the tip flicking side to side in a friendly manor, showing the boy he meant no harm. Trunks cooed at Vegeta and squirmed to get closer. Vegeta approached the bed and picked up the small boy. He held him close to his chest and ran his hand through the child's lavender ringlets.
"What an odd creature." The father whispered to his child. The baby scowled at his father, causing him to chuckle. Vegeta brought his tail up towards the child's and their two tails intertwined. Silently Vegeta bonded to his child. He immediately familiarized himself with the child's strong ki. He learned the child's personality and intelligence. He smiled to himself; his mate birthed a perfect hybrid of the two of them.
Trunks began to whimper out of hunger. Vegeta looked down at his sleeping mate and frowned. The woman cannot recover sufficiently and feed a half Saiyan baby to health. He called the med bay to bring in a nurse with formula to feed the baby.
The young Saiyan nurse glided into the room and happily took the young child. She cooed to him and Vegeta listened in until the two doors slid shut again.
He took a seat on the woman's bed and brushed her bangs from her eyes. She was so frail. Vegeta swallowed a lump in his throat thinking how he could have left her like this. Bulma's face scrunched before yawning and waking up. "Vegeta?" Bulma whispered. Suddenly her eyes widened, "Where's Trunks?" She began to panic. "The boy is with the nurse. You need to use supplemental feeding. You are too frail to feed him and remain healthy." Vegeta frowned at his mate. "I believe I know how to raise my kid! I didn't need you while I was pregnant, I sure as hell don't need you now!" Vegeta turned fully to his mate and grabbed her wrists and pinned them on her pillow. "Woman, listen. I felt like I could only leave. I did not know you were pregnant. I do however know how Saiyan babies are. I will not be out of this child's life, you are my mate and I will never abandon you again. I will never have another." Bulma looked into his eyes and her lip began to tremble again. Her gown slipped off her shoulder while she was asleep exposing the scar. Vegeta bent down and kissed it lightly, Bulma's eyes followed his actions allowing the tears to fall.
She briskly wiped them away and looked across the room, away from the Prince. "I won't leave again." Bulma grunted in response, she wanted her son back in her arms. As if the nurse read her mind she reappeared with the swaddled baby. Trunks was beginning to doze with his tail contently flicking back and forth.
Bulma stretched out her arms towards her bundle and quickly brought him to her chest. She protectively held the baby in her arms and watched him yawn and fall back asleep. "Motherhood suits you well." Vegeta smirked down at his mate.
Bardock walked into the royal's room and smirked at the sight of mother and child. "Healthy baby boy, the empire shall be pleased." He folded his arms and glanced down at the baby, slightly taken back by the child's hair. "He takes after my father, Bardock."
"I see, very interesting I must say." Bardock thoughtfully studied the child a little more before turning his attention towards the prince. "Your parents wish to speak to you. When you're finished you may return to Bulma's side." Vegeta frowned, not excited about seeing his parents after his ten month excursion.
Bulma pretended to be fixated with Trunks' sleeping form. Vegeta looked down at the woman and frowned, he has done some serious damage to his spit fire mate.
Vegeta slowly turned around and sauntered out of the room. When the doors slid shut Bulma threw her head against her pillow and sighed. "Here I am, with the heir of the largest Empire in my arms. The vary Empire's future King has returned to me and seeking my forgiveness. And what am I? I was the lowly lady in waiting for his mother. I did not want this! I want my life how it used to be. It used to be so simple." Bulma met Bardock's fatherly gaze with blurred vision.
"You are a strong woman, Bulma. That is why the Queen chose you to fill her shoes. It is why Vegeta chose you as his mate." Bulma frowned and looked back at her son, "Will the accept me?" Bardock raised an eyebrow, "Of course they will. Everyone is excited to lay eyes on their new heir." Bulma smiled at her beautiful baby. "I hope they love him as much as I love him." Bulma smiled down at her son. "There is nothing stronger than a mother's bond to her cub." Bardock smirked at the young mother and then checked her vitals and the baby's. Content with how they were doing he dismissed himself to his labs, leaving Bulma and Trunks alone to relax.