Chapter: Vegeta-between pride and love The End

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> shut up! Vegeta commented on the doctor. "Are you the husband or a relative" the doctor now asked expertly. > neither nor! replied the Saiya-Jin. > then I have to ask you to leave the delivery room! the doctor asked Vegeta. The proud prince lifted the doctor by his collar> Listen, you lousy rat, I'm staying and nothing will stop me! <he snapped in the doctor's face. Startled, the doctor turned to Bulma. Bulma's heart was beating faster now, she gasped and screamed, her hands clung to the bed sheet. The handsome Saiya-Jin hurried to Bulma's bed worried> What's going on? <he chopped, his voice was fragile calm. She narrowed one eye that was glaring at Vegeta> Get out of here! she screamed. > Calm down Mrs. Briefs, it won't do the baby! <the doctor put an IV in Bulma's arm. Vegeta started up. "What" he hissed in disbelief. Bulma fought back her tears, but under Vegeta's piercing gaze, she couldn't stand it.Bitter tears rolled down her red cheeks. > What kind of baby? <Vegeta's voice was soft but sharp. The doctor watched helplessly as Vegeta put Bulma under nervous pressure> Talk woman! Before I forget myself! <his aura glowed bright with anger. > it ... it ...! <she was always opposed to the rigid gaze of her once beloved prince. The infinite hatred in his eyes burned in her soul. How she wished to look at his loving gaze again. > it is yours! she sobbed and cried into her sheet. The Saiya-Jin was petrified from one second to the next. A blazing lightning flashed through him. His eyes were big and frightened, his whole body was shaking> Mine? ..my child? murmured his frail voice. Bulma flinched away from him> I'm ... I'm sorry! she stuttered in fear. Her howling blue eyes suddenly looked into the same black, wild and yet equally loyal, loving eyes that she had once fallen in love with.Was it a dream She wondered, but the more she looked the more love smiled from the eyes of her Saiya-Jin. Those eyes melted her, she was completely wrong. She still loved him with all her heart. He carefully placed his trembling hand on Bulma's stomach. The expectant mother could feel his panic through his trembling hand. As if spellbound, he stared at the slight curve, what he felt there, how it moved, that made his heart melt. He looked deeply and lovingly into her eyes> sure? <she nods reluctantly. "What did you just have to go through because of me?" he asked himself, pulling his head up. > Ah! Vegeta! <her contractions began. Your Saiya-Jin panicked, what should he do? He began to doubt his abilities when Bulma took his hand. > Stay! she exclaimed painfully and squeezed Vegeta's hand tightly. > I will never go away! <he promised her from the bottom of his heart.> How touching! <objected the doctor,> either I am leaving this clinic with a healthy child and my wife or your life is ended here! he snapped. When he suddenly startled. His breathing was getting faster and faster, his heart was beating to his throat. It almost looked like Vegeta was going to have the child. He had just caught himself connecting his heart and pride. and he stated "It's a unique feeling". > Vegeta ... let it be! Bulma reassured him. Now Bulma had to endure painful minutes in which she had to take care of her child and Vegeta, he shouldn't mess up. The expectant mother squeezed so hard that Vegeta couldn't scream in pain anymore. He barely felt his hand> Veeegeta! she screamed and tears rolled down her cheeks. The Saiya-Jin, who had just melted away in self-pity because of his hand, started in disbelief. > I love you! she sobbed.Vegeta was torn from his mind> How many times have I hurt her? And she still loves me! The greatest woman in the world loves me! "He admitted to himself and gently stroked her hand. The more Vegeta saw about the birth, the more he got upset.
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Confessed!
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he stared at her inquiringly, it was incomprehensible to him how much love she gave him, how much she took for him, he had hurt her so much. The young, pretty woman was at the end of her strength, and the Saiya-Jin didn’t ignore that either. "I ... I" he began his sentence. Full of fear and helplessness, he took a deep breath, his plan was not easy for him> I ... I can't ... um, I can't live without you! he whispered. . Bulma forgot all her pain because of this statement. The cold-hearted prince who lived with her had never openly expressed his feelings to her. She could feel his warmth transferring from his hand into her. So he did love her after all.A heavy burden fell from the young woman's heart. The feeling of having a father for her child and a loving husband was the best feeling in the whole world for her. A few minutes later ... Vegeta sat stunned, almost more exhausted than Bulma on a chair next to his wife's bed. the whole time he stared at the beautiful being who had given him so much and was now sleeping. Suddenly a nurse walked into the room> Mrs. Briefs her son! she woke her exhausted mother. > give it to the father! she smiled weakly. > Must that be you then? Not? <the pretty midwife beamed at the cold Saiya-Jin> Who else? he growled and gave the young blonde a cold look. But when he lifted his son in his arms, he literally seemed to glow. His usually blue, cold aura. Was now sunny and golden like that of a super Saiya-Jin or a father. he looked into those cute little googly eyes that beamed at him. "the same eyes as Bulma!" he stated.Concerned, he turned the child back and forth, also upside down.> No tail? Hardly any hair? and so tiny? <Saiya-Jin, usually so bold, was worried about his newborn son. Bulma laughed at the black-haired prince> that's true! when he gets older that will come! she explained. > Sure? he screamed completely out of joint. > Trunks? he exclaimed. The little bundle of joy immediately began to squeak at his father's rough voice. > Huh? <Bulma couldn't keep up with her husband's logic, understandable. > Trunks! That's his name! he said proudly of his son. > As you want! she smiled. > here! <he hugged her son to Bulma. Briefly he watched Bulma lovingly turning to her son, he almost burst with pride. > Then let's go again! <said the Saiya-Jin and rolled his shoulder once. > What? the doctor screamed and dropped his report. > Vegeta? <Bulma was also irritated> Don't worry. Your father is a doctor!but in no case will I leave you here! I'll take you home! <he immediately got back to work in the interests of his family. The young mother beamed to us at home! she corrected. The proud Saiya-Jin lifted his young wife in his strong arms and they flew through the open window with their son home, to the C.C .. finally, after a long time the two slept together in one bed again that night. Since Bulma still needed a lot of rest, Vegeta took over her job. That made her trust and fall asleep safely. The once cruel vengeful warrior now embodied a loving father. He even made attempts to feed his son, which, despite best efforts, failed, as expected otherwise. So 5 more months passed. Now Bulma fully followed her motherhood role, she really blossomed in this job, but she neglected her prince in the process. The then somewhat offended in his G.R. disappeared to prepare for the imminent arrival of the cyborgs.However, he took enough time for his son. From time to time he trained to feed and it worked out better and better, from Trunk's point of view. He was so similar to this thoroughbred Saiya-Jin. Vegeta had to take a lot, the nagging pissed him off. And every day he needed fresh combat suits, Trunks pulp was difficult to remove. In addition, there was an obstacle in his training, completely annoyed he entered the cheerful, colorful room of his son, this bright place that he otherwise avoided.
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Human or prince?
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Bulma hung over Trunks bed enthusiastically and played with him. Her happy smile was identical to her son's squeaking. When she noticed her proud husband she drove another joyful burst of joy> Vegeta? Come play with him! she asked. > Oh no! <he tried to get out of the matter clandestinely. > watch out. Where is my little one? <she played with him. The little one was amused by his mother's jokes.Vegeta mimicked his wife, that was definitely too stupid for him. Bitter tears came over his son. Vegeta laughed contentedly. > Stop it. You scare him! What should he think of his father? He's your son, not a recruit. What kind of person are you <she started. Vegeta's already severely scratched mind now began to boil over> DON'T DARE TO CONSIDER ME A HUMAN: I AM A PRINCE! he roared angrily that his son was speechless. Bulma's beautiful, blue eyes filled with clear tears, reflexively they hit his face. Without control, completely beside himself with anger, Vegeta slammed back. With one big leap it slammed against the nursery wall. She cried out briefly in pain, held her cheek and back, but her tears faded. > Good Vegeta, I will never address Your Highness like that again. Worlds separate us. I won't share anything with you anymore, neither the bed nor anything else. Get out of here! <she snapped at him, pulled herself up against the wall and hugged her son.Without hesitation or forgiving a smile, Vegeta disappeared from the room. Bulma fell to her knees crying. Overwhelmed by his honor, his sense of worth, he had hurt what meant most to him. He flew around for hours until he arrived at Mount Paosu and settled there. A few minutes later it began to rain. His blue one-piece got soaked quickly, and he stared guiltily into the dark sky. without forgetting a mine. After a short time he began to freeze, the wetness and cold offended me and his soul. All his stress had driven him to this point, nowhere. When suddenly a black-haired figure landed on the ledge on which Vegeta was pondering his misdeeds. It was Son Goku. > Vegeta. I finally found you! <he said relieved. > What do you want Kakarott! > Bulma, she sags, she is in miserable shape, she cries all the