had never seen anything like this before. His respect for Bulma increased. Such an earth woman is apparently tougher than he had always thought.
The doctor glanced briefly at the contraction recorder. "Immediately to the delivery room!" he ordered aloud and almost immediately two nurses appeared who brought the pregnant woman, along with the bed and Vegeta, from the room to the assigned room. Or better: Bulma simply took Vegeta with her by not letting go of his hand and he had to run after him for better or worse. Of course, he could easily have gotten free, but he didn't feel like doing that. Somehow he was pleased that she so obviously wanted him with her.
Bulma's parents went to the visitor room in front of the delivery room."Would you like something for the pain?" the doctor now asked the patient.
"OF COURSE! What a stupid question!" replied the addressed. And to Vegeta: "What are you looking so stupid? Are you satisfied now? Now you can continue to make fun of these soft earthlings!" The turquoise-haired woman interpreted Vegeta's distant stare completely wrong. He stared spellbound at the doctor who was pulling out a syringe for Bulma's spinal cord anesthesia. "Please turn to the side!" and Bulma turned to Vegeta who was staring at the man in the white coat.
"What's that going to be now?" he asked him.
He patiently explained: "This is a spinal anesthetic. Miss Briefs will now get it in the spinal cord and then the pain will subside!"
"WHAT? YOU WANT TO TORTURE MY WIFE?" Vegeta yelled at the man, without really realizing how he had just called Bulma.
Despite the pain, the heavily pregnant woman stared at him in disbelief.Was he trying to protect her? And what did he call her? Well, you don't even know Sayjajin like that. "Vegeta anything is better than the pain. Let him!"
Vegeta, in turn, stared at Bulma and the doctor in disbelief. This just put the syringe on the back of the turquoise-haired. At that moment Vegeta's eyes rolled inward and he sank to the floor next to the bed.

He had a feeling his head was going to explode. His mouth was wide open and he was screaming in pain! In the middle, Freezer's face appeared before his eyes. A sneering smile played on the tyrant's lips.
"Hey, hey, hey, I told you that I would teach you absolute obedience. Where is the pride of the Sayjajin prince? Yeah, an acupuncturist can do other things than heal! Hedge, now you've shown him what Pain is, now show him what obedience is! "
With that, Freezer turned away.
Vegeta felt another needle in his neck ..... and another ...!Suddenly his head was wrapped in cotton wool. To understand only very softly but clearly and clearly a thin voice whispered: "Freezer is your lord and master! You must obey him! Freezer is your lord and master! What he commands must be done immediately ....."

The Sayjajin Prince opened his eyes. What was that shouting? He turned his head and saw Bulma in a bed next to his. she had sat up and was smiling blissfully holding a small bundle in her arms that made these strange noises. Mr. and Mrs. Briefs stood by their bed, beaming at the little bundle.
"It's good my little Trunks! You have a beautiful, powerful voice!"
Vegeta frowned. What should that be when it's done? Can't she talk normally? The Sayjajin bed rose slowly. Shit, had that happened to him again! He remembered his fainting spell while donating blood all too well.No, how embarrassing! Bulma can even withstand being pricked with needles and he, a proud, strong and cruel Sayjajin warrior, faints like a weak woman at the mere sight of it!
Apparently the birth was over. Was that bundle his son there? He had to take a closer look at that.
He slowly approached the Briefs family and glanced curiously at the little creature. The young mother noticed and looked up at him beaming with joy.
"Look, little Trunks, this is your papa!" she exclaimed happily and held the bundle out to Vegeta. Vegeta moved his face closer to the tangle of cloths from which a small, laughing face looked at him. The Sayjajin prince looked at the baby in disbelief and his features almost became soft. Trunks chuckled loudly as his father's face came even closer and ... smack! The warrior got hit on the nose from his son! And since not only Sayjajins but also their babies are stronger than normal people, Vegeta rubbed his nose in amazement, because that onion was already quite nice.And his son laughed with joy at the successful hit.
"Yes, yes, quite the father!" said Bulma. "Do you want to hold him too? But be careful, don't hurt him!"
Vegeta carefully took the bundle and held it roughly as he had seen the turquoise-haired mother. That didn't seem to please the little Trunks that much, because he kicked hard and began to roar with all his might.
"Quite the mother! He doesn't like me!" the Sayjajin misinterpreted his son's reaction and returned the struggling bundle to his mother.
In fact, it wasn't that Trunks didn't like Vegeta. Rather, he felt the fighting energy of his father and since the apple does not fall far from the pear tree, he wanted to fight with him! The kicking was a bit of uncoordinated fighting and the roaring was a battle cry. But how should his parents know?
Bulma gave the father of her child an angry look."What does that mean? I never said I didn't like you. I just can't imagine raising a child with you!"
"You will not think it possible, but I have no interest in raising a child with you either! That is not the job of a Sayjajin warrior, but only something for wimps like Kakarott!" replied Vegeta sourly.
"It's better that way with this attitude!" Bulma hissed. "Better a wimp like Son-Goku, on whom one can always rely and who stands up for his family, than an insensitive stubborn head who only has fighting on his mind!"
"Oh, but if the cyborgs show up here soon, you won't mind that I'm not afraid of the fight?" answered the Sayjajin with a wise undertone in his voice. "I have to prepare myself for it and also for defeating Kakarott afterwards. You only disturb!"
"Then just go!" shouted the young mother "Nobody is forcing you to stay with us and least of all me!I knew from the start that you couldn't be relied on and that I would be left alone with the little Trunks. And should I tell you something? That’s a good thing! I don't need a chauvinistic ass like you to raise my child. "
Meanwhile the little Trunks had started to cry. Big tears rolled down his cheeks. That the stupid adults have to argue too!
"There you can see what you have done!" she ruled the prince. "Shhhhh ... take it easy, my little one ..... nobody's going to hurt you ..." She put her child over her shoulder and patted him on the back, reassuringly.
"Well, I'll go now! Old man, fix my spaceship, I need it for training! I'll come over in two days to get it!" With these words Vegeta went to the window and opened it. Before he started to fly away, he turned around again. "I like Trunks as a name for our son" he said quietly and ..... he was gone.Oh yeah, did his heart ache! Right, Vegeta flew away from the hospital with a sore heart! Even if he didn't want to admit it, least of all to himself, Bulma's words had struck him deeply. Something had happened when he had the little Trunks in his arms. He couldn't explain it to himself. It felt like nothing else matters, just that laughing baby face! And Bulma's radiant face. Something had moved in him when he saw her with the gentle smiles and the baby in her arms. He couldn't describe it and didn't know what it was either. He felt torn. On the one hand, it was right that he had to train for the arrival of the cyborgs, and now even more. After all, he couldn't allow these Blechheinis to be dangerous to his son or Bulma. On the other hand, oddly enough, he would have liked to stay. Would have loved to watch Bulma talking to his son in that weird singsong, how Trunks chuckled.It fascinated him. But actually that had nothing to fascinate a cruel, cold-blooded and strong Sayjajin prince. He was only fascinated by good fights and conquests and nothing else! Yup! But why this uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach? And this strange pulling in the heart area? Why?

Bulma wasn't too thrilled that Vegeta had actually flown away, even though she had wanted it that way. When he turned around again and said that he liked the name of his son, no, our son, she was about to hold him back. But she couldn't imagine, with the best of will, making a family with this arrogant stubborn head. That wasn't planned either. She should be relieved, and yet ... she didn't know that she was feeling anything like Vegeta at the moment. She didn't even know it.
Mrs. Briefs didn't know what to do. Her daughter looked slightly confused. She should probably be alone for a while.She quickly kissed the young mother on the cheek.
"Honey, we'd better leave you alone with Trunks. Come on, honey, you still have to repair Vegeta's spaceship!" With these words, she grabbed her somewhat uncomprehending husband by the sleeve and marched out the door with him.
As she continued to comfort her son, Bulma herself had faint tears rolling down her cheeks.

The Sayjajin prince sat on a rock and looked into the sunset. He liked this play of colors in various shades of red, pink and orange. The earth really had one of the most beautiful sunsets when the weather was clear. Somehow it seemed to calm him down so he could think. He actually wanted to train outdoors until his spaceship was repaired, but he couldn't concentrate at all. He kept thinking about the scene earlier in the hospital. It felt wrong. Also that he had just flown away. How is Bulma and little Trunks doing?He couldn't get the picture out of his head as she held his son lovingly in her arms. He had never felt anything like this before. This bond and such a strange feeling that he had to protect them at all costs and that only the two were important. He had already felt