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Chapter Thirteen

Although I had initially looked forward to the New Year, I was beginning to dread it. I parted with Trunks early that morning as he left for the World Organization and then said my ‘good-byes’ to Bulma, Zod and Bra as they left to prepare for the baby. As I suspected, Bra was roughly due in two months but had prolonged telling the family until her next visit that happened to be on our wedding. While my office was being finished, I took up in Trunks’ temporarily while I drove head first into the palace documents. Reviewing through the paper work, I was able to get a rough idea of how Trunks was taking care of palace and the funds allotted for certain departments.

Once I got down to taking care of the paper work, I felt the stress building as I worked on organization and summaries for when Trunks came back. Halfway through the current week’s work, my office had been finished which pushed me into taking a day off to organize it and get set-up. There were countless times I experienced waking in my bed without the memory of how I got there. Vegeta and I had a pattern to stay out of each other’s way while we conducted ourselves with whatever tasks needed handed. The only time I saw him was for a mandatory breakfast he had requested we’d quietly spend together.

The first two breakfasts had been awkward and quiet while I was unsure what he expected. It didn’t feel like it took long for me to warm up to his silent persona and got used to doing it myself...after all, Trunks and I were always quiet in the mornings. Sitting quietly and focusing on the taste of my food or the beautiful winter scenery seemed very relaxing. The new physician arrived and Livingston left, giving me a bit of peace to know that the last person that had been involved with Caspian was gone. I felt happier and my mood was inclining.

I thought all was going well during the recent week until I received a call from Trunks explaining he would be gone a few extra days. I pushed off the disappointment while I felt accomplished to have a few months of paperwork organized, filed, and the current week’s issues pending for our agreed approval or disapproval.

Nearing the time Trunks was expected back, I received a call from Rei announcing the birth of a healthy baby. Usagi had gone into labor and delivered the same day our new Prince Mamoru Chiba the Second. Looking at the pictures Rei sent, I couldn’t help but feel the joy spread through me of Usagi holding the sleeping child with a head of ebony hair that had hints of silver in the light. Just looking at their beautiful baby left me with excitement and curiosity for my own. I wondered when they would come, what gender, and what they would look like. Would they have my eyes, his nose, and a mix of our hair color?

Gazing at my growing belly, I felt I was learning more and more about them as time pressed on. When I was beginning to feel indigestion or squeamish, I would hum and feel how calm we became. Could they recognize my voice? Or noticed when something in me changed? The feelings were intriguing and the experiences were something I would remember for a lifetime. Bustling through the last stretch of work that kept me up later than usual, I was proud to finally be finished and up-to-date with the palace documentations. After giving Trunks time to rest, I would go over the current pending documents while waiting on others to come in.

Feeling mentally tired but not wanting to sleep, I stole a slow paced walk around the palace to marvel in the silence. Everyone had gone to bed surely at this hour while I enjoyed the slow paced walk without the bustling halls, giggly maids, or noisy kitchens. Soon, we would no longer have this silence or peace of mind. Randomly pulling a book from the shelf in the parlor, I took a seat closest to the tumbling fire that still raged and began to read of a strange adventure starting in a forest.

Somehow I felt I was intertwined in the arms of tree as I slowly pulled back to visibly see the dark branches cradling me. Curiously, I climbed down the tree to explore the forest below as I gripped the rough bark limbs before dropping to the forest floor. It was silent as my movements never seemed to make a sound. There were no animals, breeze, or sound. It felt lonely and desolate.

Soon, I found a clearing where long colorful fabrics of silk billowed in the wind as I heard the silk lightly flapping in the wind. Pushing through the fabrics, I felt lost in the bright colors as the sun rose and I begin to step on warm sand. Beholding in the distance, I could see the palace I had once visited in Egypt with its tall white walls and distinct shape yet, it felt eerie. A distinct smell of blood loomed in the air, coating the area in a heavy sticky, sweat. Within a blink, I was walking through a bloody mess of bodies bent and contorted in riveting positions. The smell of death produced bile in my throat making it hard to swallow as I covered my nose and mouth with a hand. As I gazed upon the palace, I felt the war had been won yet a battle still raged inside.

Bursting into a run, I pushed into the empty palace and somehow remembered the way to throne room. The once beautiful palace was now destroyed and crumbled as if something, or someone, had blasted through it. Crater-sized holes littered the walls as scorched burnt marks burst around the mouths. Woman and children cried, groaned, and wailed for the injured or dead as I tried to run faster to where I felt the battle continued. Slipping through the broken throne room doors, I froze as I could tell who he was from the back. Bloody clothes in tatters, muscles quivering from anger, and a dark aura consumed him. On his knees in front of him was Kaspar; regal, and holding his head up honorably to take his punishment for a fair defeat.

A dread brewed in the pit of my stomach of Kaspar sacrificing himself for the dishonorable acts of his bother. Acting upon instinct, I know I couldn’t let that happen to a man I considered a dear friend and once confidant. Running forward, I reached for his arm before the bright ball blasted from his hand but felt the wind knocked from me. Gasping to breathe, a searing pain pulsed through my abdomen as I jolted upright. Peeling my eyes open, I was surrounded by darkness as my breath panted. The pain felt so real, and so had the dream.

Another wave of pain coursed through my abdomen as a cold sweat of dread thrust through me. I could feel something wasn’t right. Starting to move from the bed, I paused at the edge as another searing pain pulsed through me. Ra’s cold nose on my arm gave me the jolt I needed to continue moving toward the bathroom. Feeling my fingers touch his back, Ra lead me to the bathroom in the darkness as I flicked on the light. The bright light pushed a wave of nausea through me I’d never felt before.

Making it to the toilet in time, I thrust the lid up before crumpling while I heaved. A ringing sounded in my ears as I tried to regain my breath and a headache began to set in. The loud barking from the bedroom wasn’t helping my condition as I felt the pain once more, protectively holding my belly. Wiping my mouth before giving the toilet a flush, I regulated my breathing and looked down to feel my heart suddenly sink. I began to panic the moment I saw the red color spreading slowly through the fabric of my bottoms.

“Oh kami no...” I barely uttered, fear shuttering through me. Quickly moving into action, I pushed up to my feet to wobbly lean against the wall to exit the bathroom. Ra let out a loud, haunting howl as I paused near the sink as another wave of nausea suspended my actions. Silently cursing, I started to rock on my heels hoping the motion would soothe the nausea enough so I could continue to the medical ward.

“Blasted dog, what’s going on in here?” I heard Vegeta’s voice slice through the noise and felt hope begin to rise. Turning my head slightly over my shoulder, Vegeta’s contorted face suddenly changed when he came into the bathroom and stared.

“Get the doctor,” I managed up, feeling my voice crack as a cold sweat pulsed.

“Let’s go woman,” Vegeta demanded as I stepped away from the counter and felt his light touch carefully lift me into his arms. I sucked in a painful breath and felt the air quickly flood past us as Vegeta landed at the medical ward and kicked in the door. “Get moving!”

“Place her on the table,” a strange voice ordered. The cold table chilled me as a blinding light took over my vision while various hands seemed to get to work. Stiffening at another bought of pain, I sucked in another breath to try and cope. “Your highness, I am Dr. Ezra. If you are able please tell me your symptoms.”

His kind voice helped sooth me a little as I was able to blink away from being blinded to see the kind face of my new doctor. For being recommended by Ami, he looked rather young with his baby face, soft chocolate gaze staring at me from silver framed glasses, no sign of stumble, and ruffled russet hair from being roused awake.

“Vomiting, nausea, chills, and pain here,” I answered between my clenched teeth as I shifted to help the hands remove my ruined bottoms and kept my hand pressed near my abdomen. I could see his gaze harden over as he disappeared from my view.

“I’m going to take a look through an ultra sound,” Ezra tried to say calmly. I winced at the cold jell while I turned to gaze at the screen as he worked carefully saving images. Carefully he continued to look before turning on the sound over an image of one child. The room was sudden filled with fast-paced ‘thumps’ that resembles a quick tiny heart beating. Hearing a pause, another ‘thumping’ sound began again. “This may be uncomfortable, but I need you to bear with me as I try to find the source of bleeding.”

I felt my breath hold while I was still unsure what the situation was. I felt tender, sensitive, cold, and the pain was beginning to slowly fade to a soft minimum.

“Do you have any allergies to iodine?” he asked softly as I felt pulled away from where I hand managed to center.

“Not that I know of,” I answered quickly.

“Ok...you may feel a slight burn...you’re doing great your highness,” he continued as I felt it was fine to relax. All I wanted to know was if my children were alright, I couldn’t care less about myself. “I’m going to take one last look here and walk you through it.”

Another small layer of cold gel smeared around my abdomen as I carefully watched the screen. Within a few clicks of his keyboard and moving around the mouse, I watched carefully to try and gauge what he was looking for.

“Will they be ok?” I asked, not wanting to wait only to receive a small smile.

“They are fine, your highness,” Ezra started before completing his task of shifting between both babies. “If you look here, you have two beautiful and healthy growing babies. From your last exam, they have both been growing rather rapidly. Now, a small complication with twins is there can be limited room while your body is trying to adjust around them. This can cause some discomfort for you, and can sometimes possibly lead to necessary visits here. From their sudden growth, your body tried to adjust too rapidly and caused a slight tear. Now, has there been any changes lately where you could be a little stressed, not sleeping well, or more active than usual?”

I was trying to listen to his words after the relief poured through me about the children. I tried to think over his words and felt it hit dead on about how busy I was this past week.

“Yes, I have been,” I answered, not bothering to go into detail while I watched Ezra wisely nod as if knowing.

“Your highness, may I speak blatantly?” asked Ezra, surprising me by his request as I nodded. “Her highness, Ms. Mizuno, sent me here with a chance of a lifetime and request that I take the utmost care of you. I take giving my word seriously, and agreed to the tasks presented. I need your help by following my instructions carefully so that this will be a smooth, healthy pregnancy.”

I was surprised by his words, and most of all proud of how thoughtfully Ami considered a candidate before sending them to us. Pushing up a small smile, I gave a firm nod.

“What instructions do you have?” I asked knowing it was true I needed to slow down. Ezra gave a soft smile while he moved through the task of cleaning the ultrasounds jell carefully from my abdomen.

“For the next few days I’m prescribing bed rest to give you time to heal and your body the ability to adjust. During the rest of your pregnancy I need you to limit all activities. Everything you could normally do, I want you to cut that time in half. As the babies develop, the more stress you put on yourself is the more stress put on them,” he explained and felt like a bigger help than Livingston had with his explanations. “I’m going to let my assistants help get you ready, and if you need assistance back to your room it will be done. I will prepare the instructions to pass to his highness on his return.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, I took a moment to relax before getting dressed in the borrowed teal scrub bottoms and cleaning my mouth. I couldn’t help but feel more than thankful Vegeta was here since I’m sure if it wasn’t for him, it would have taken a while for someone else in the palace to hear Ra barking to come to my aid. By then, the circumstances could have been worse. Slowly exiting the office, I found Ezra finishing up with Vegeta before giving me a warm smile and heading back into the office.

“Come on woman,” Vegeta ordered with a slight irritation in his voice. At a slow and steady pace, we traveled back to my chambers where Ra was excited we were back. A maid had changed the bed, and set up an extra pillow and blanket on the couch. I couldn’t help but feel curious while I pet the happy Ra sticking closely to my side. Vegeta arranged the pillows on the bed while giving me an irritated look. Climbing into bed, I was surprised at his kind gesture of tucking me in while Ra watchfully climbed up to sit by my side.

“Thank you Vegeta,” was all I could manage up for his kindness.

I felt my feelings change toward Vegeta, feeling more thankful for him being here from when I had initially thought of him. This experience was a prime example of how a person could have a rough exterior and soft inside. Now, I fully understood what Bulma saw in her husband and how he could be different to her than others saw. With all that happened early that morning, I was still up early and began getting ready for the day. Listening to Dr. Ezra, I obeyed by taking it easy and slow. As the time approached to meet for breakfast, I heard a knock at the door and watched maids come in bringing breakfast.

“What’s this?” I asked, gazing from relaxing on the bed reading the paper.

“Mr. Vegeta requested breakfast in your chambers instead of the veranda,” the maid answered before bowing to leave. I felt lucky I dressed for the day and waited for Vegeta’s arrival, letting Ra out. The privacy I once felt in our rooms was gone as the doors were left open, and Vegeta walked right in. Without a word, but a soft nod, breakfast went by as usual. Feeling a bit peck-ish after last night, I focused on reading over the newspaper except to find glowering eyes when I glanced up to drink my juice.

“Eat woman,” Vegeta ordered, staring at my plate. Somehow feeling the need to obey, I finished my meal and discarded the newspaper. Vegeta pushed to his feet and motioned for me to follow as I un-expectantly followed him through the halls at a slowed pace. Leading me to my office, Vegeta quietly stood peering out the window behind my desk while I completed my tasks. Vegeta watched over me carefully before leading us back to my room where entertainment had been set-up like when Bulma stayed with me.

Mindlessly, I watched the shows and felt relaxed around my silent father-in-law but more than that thankful he was here. Trunks had been right to ask Vegeta to stay with me while he was gone, and to have doubted it was wrong.

I was roused by a soft murmur of voices as I gave Ra a soft pat from where my hand rested on his side. As soon as Ra knew I was awakening, he gave a groan and yawn before standing to jump off the bed. The murmuring ceased as I slowly opened my eyes while afternoon sunlight streamed through barely opened blinds. Feeling a little disoriented, and groggy, I slowly lifted to my feet to take the beginning steps of getting ready for my usual morning outing with Ra.

“Mako, I’ll take care of it,” Trunks suddenly said from beside me as I almost jumped. At first I’d thought I was alone and the murmuring voices were from another dream. Slipping out of the jacket as Trunks let Ra out, I started through my usual morning routine since Trunks looked distracted with files; like a strange fog through the cool shower, drying my hair, and dressing comfortably in a pair of jeans and long-sleeved graphic shirt. Slipping into a pair of slippers, I moved back into the bedroom where Trunks was waiting patiently sitting on the couch with one file at his lap. Catching my curious gaze as I sat down, Trunks softened but still looked hardened from whatever he read. “I understand you had a situation, do you want to talk about it?”

“If you’ve already spoken with Dr. Ezra then I’d rather not,” I answered, letting out a sigh and feeling the disappointment pulse through me. I would do whatever Ezra said, the thought of possibly losing them was sickening and I wanted to have a healthy and successful pregnancy.

“I’ll redirect my questioning then. What do you think led to what happened last night? Ezra commented stress, anxiety, or unusual activity,” Trunks continued. I felt guilty enough and didn’t feel like I needed the third-degree, but I also didn’t want to potentially get into an argument.

“I wasn’t limiting or monitoring my activity and was trying to properly prepare to oversee the palace,” I replied a bit emotionlessly. Trunks looked rather stern while he quietly looked at me and then back to the notes before tossing the folder to the side.

“I don’t want to ask you to give up overseeing the palace, but trust you will monitor your activities accordingly. That night, I wish I could have been there for you Makoto,” he said, being softer than I would have expected.

“Vegeta and Ra took care of me,” I answered, pushing up a soft smile. Trunks chuckled and pushed to his feet, closing the distance between us to press a soft kiss on my forehead.

“Yes, they did. What’d you say to going out for lunch?” asked Trunks, a smile pushing through me. With the holidays and being busy taking care of unforeseen issues, Trunks and I hadn’t been able to spend quality time together. No matter what, I wasn’t going to past up this chance.

“Sounds perfect, let me get my coat,” I answered and grabbed my last needed items. Spending time with Trunks was on the top of my ‘to do’ list and I couldn’t help but feel glad we were going on an outing. Going to down town Satan City, we grabbed lunch at a cozy Italian restaurant before heading out onto the boulevard. Often we would stop to get hand-shakes, take pictures, and chat with a few of the locals. Most were surprised to hear heirs were on the way, having thought it was gossip. It couldn’t have been a better day as we finally reached our destination in front of a baby store. “Here?”

I had asked surprised and curious enough that Trunks chuckled.

“Did you think I would want to miss out on shopping for the children? We have two rooms to decorate,” Trunks began as we entered the baby store.

“For the first few months we’ll need bassinets to make nightly feeding easier until they can mostly sleep through the night,” I answered, remembering the classes and training I took during high school to prepare for a family. I was thankful for those courses to learn about children since I didn’t have someone to help or show me. That’s what made me strive to be a great parent and always there for my children. I didn’t want them to have to grow up alone as I was.

“Ah, perfect,” Trunks said as we stopped in front of a bassinet made specifically for twins. I couldn’t help but feel a little cheesy as we chose everything the same for the twins down to the bedding. Until we found out their gender, we wouldn’t be able to pick out clothing until a later date. Starting off with the basics, it would be fine until the due date drew nearer. Having it delivered at the palace, we were able to continue on our walk through the busy street. Slipping into a local coffee shop, we grabbed a window seat to sip our chai tea while watching the people walk by.

“This was a lovely day,” I commented, wrapped in one of his strong, secure arms with my head resting on his shoulder.

“I think we more than deserve a day off,” Trunks responded, pressing a soft kiss near my temple.

“It’s been long overdue.” Nibbling on my scone, I began to shift my position more often then I liked after feeling a bit of pressure and slight discomfort.

“Hey, are you alright?” asked Trunks, his voice dipping low and worried of another event like before.

“I’m starting to feel them move,” I replied, pulling his hand over on my ever extending belly. I was almost to the half-way mark, starting my sixteenth week. I’d read that during the next two weeks I would begin to notice activity that could be slightly discomforting at times while they fought around. Trunks looked handsome as I helped move his hand to apply some slight pressure to see if he could feel it too. The moment a grin pulled up into his face, I knew he had to felt something.

“Our little warriors,” he mentioned, the proud smile never leaving.

“Have you given any thought to names?” I asked, curious to see what he may have in mind. I honestly felt I couldn’t do another pun like his mother but felt my mind wonder toward more traditional names due to my Japanese heritage or even names that came from his Saiyan culture.

“I haven’t given much thought until we find out the genders,” Trunks answered, his hand never leaving my belly while we spoke. As we became quiet, I watched him check his watch feeling he was on a time limit. “Let’s get out of here.”

Following his lead, I settled into the car for the drive back to palace. I never knew how exhausting our day had been until we began to move. Jolting awake as Trunks leaned in to unbuckle my seatbelt, I watched a small smile flourish as our eyes met. Before I could protest, Trunks gently lifted me into his arms and soundlessly breezed through the halls landing in our room. Helping each other undress, I was glad to be back in his arm after over a week of naught. Snuggling into his pectoral and taking in his musk, Trunks tenderly wrapped an arm around my waist and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. I drifted into my slumber, his musk taking on the scent of musty dust.

This dirt filling my lungs, weighing me down with each gasping breath. Forcing my eyes opened, I squinted against the hot, humid sun that sucked the life from me. A chanting of voices coming to life in my ears as I rose to be in the middle of a bloody battle. Soldiers from all walks of life fighting around me and seemed to not even see me as I walked through them. Going on the hot, rocky steps I saw a man sitting on a throne as if watching the gruesome battles. His body was taut, scarred, and glistening with sweat. Dark raven hair hung around him in, sticking to his wet skin as an almost ebony eye stared at me while I drew closer.

“Daughter of Zeus, why have you come here?” his deep, baritone voice shook me to the core.

“Who are you?” I asked, holding my ground and watching a sly smirk pull up. Pushing to his feet, the beads and gold jingled around the waist of his mid-thigh silk sarong. Each step shook the rock beneath my feet until I lost balance to fall onto my knees gazing up at him.

“I am the God of War!” His voice roared loudly, causing me to cover my ears while the men behind me fighting seemed to roar in unison. Feeling my chin jerked up, I stared into his hardened, empty eyes. “I know what you fear, but war will soon be upon you. Blood will be spilt, and the coming of Hetspa* is drawing near.”

“Who is Hetspa?” I asked, my voice pleading more than I’d like as my hand reached out to grab hold of his write. The hold skin twitched and my touch.

“A god banished from Earth, sent to a desolate planet...or so we thought. As his body became one with the planet, life bloomed creating something more powerful and war hungry than could have been imagined,” the God of War spoke, feeling disgust. “This being survived and flourished, eventually drawn back to where it was once banished. A prophecy...consult the prophecy...”

I felt him begin to fade through my fingers as the ground rumbled; his words spinning through my mind as the Earth gulp me up and I was surrounded by darkness.

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*Reference to ‘Hetspa’ in Chapter Eight.
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