direction of the ship.<br />
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"Yes," she said calmly and without any tremors in her voice. "Bantor, Querl and Igeras should now see the sky and feel the wind, the wind of their world."
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"You didn't say goodbye to them."
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"You wouldn't remember," she said, looking up at the kite. "Not only did he give them a new future, but he also stole the memory of me. You will not miss me."
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"And you?" Asked the senior elder. "It was a very selfless wish, Bulma, but it also made you poorer."
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"Not really," she smiled a little sadly. "I will never forget the three and I have my baby."
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Immediately the somewhat softer expression on Vegeta's face disappeared and he turned away from her.
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Dende and the senior elder looked at Bulma questioningly, but she waved it off. Let this fool tell himself what he wanted. Anyway, she felt a lot better now that she was no longer worried about her friends.The dragon announced that the third wish had also been granted and disappeared. The dragon balls turned to stones and hissed away in all directions.
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"Because they're so heavy, they don't fly far," grinned Dende. "We'll easily find her again within the next few months."
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"Then I'm reassured," said Bulma, who had already considered building a radar specially for the Namekians. “I have to go again, my parents are waiting.” She hugged Dende and the senior elder and went back to the elevator that carried her back into the ship. Vegeta followed her shortly afterwards, a fleeting nod was all he allowed the Namekians to say goodbye.
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"Should we have said something," Dende asked the senior elder as the ship disappeared into the clouds. "Vegeta just makes himself and Bulma miserable the way he is."
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"That is not our business, Dende," instructed the senior elder. "We have to take care of this world and I also trust Bulma.Once the baby is born, that will all change. "
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Dende wasn’t that convinced, but since he was too polite to argue, he just nodded and then went back to work.
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Meanwhile, Bulma's Hope shot out into space again. Bulma keyed in the course to earth, leaned back and closed her eyes with a sigh. She was so terribly tired ...
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When Vegeta came to the bridge a short time later to ask about dinner, she was slumbering blissfully. First he wanted to wake her up, but then he thought that she would just scream again and stopped for a while to look at her sleeping face. She had always been so full of energy and stubbornness, but those five months had made her age more than he had previously suspected. Or was it the bellows in her stomach that sucked the strength out of her bones? Now she winced and put her hand on the arched body. Vegeta stepped closer and quietly wondered what was going on inside of her.She rolled over and mumbled a word. It sounded like Bantor. Vegeta gritted her teeth and stomped to the elevator to go back downstairs. Would he just prepare a meal for himself?
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Three days later they landed on a large meadow behind the Briefs' house. The surprise was great when the beaming parents realized that they would soon be grandma and grandpa.
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"Is that your doing?" Mr. Briefs asked Vegeta straight out. He just shrugged his shoulders contemptuously. "You should have asked a certain Bantor that your daughter got on really well with, even though he is a primitive barbarian."
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Mr. Briefs looked at Bulma in surprise. "But I thought that you and Vegeta ..."
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"Let the child come home first," his wife cut him off. "The rest of the time has until Bulma is ready."
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On the other hand, Herrr Briefs did not respond. His wife suddenly seemed to be a completely different person.She showed that under her kindness there was also an iron will hidden and she blocked off any conversation about the fatherhood of the baby. Bulma was looked after and petted by her and, above all, pampered until her skin showed the healthy freshness of before two months after her return. Ms. Briefs bought a whole bunch of fancy maternity clothes. In general, Bulma was radiating something lately that puzzled Vegeta and yet attracted him. It happened more and more often that he ended his training sessions earlier and came out into the garden, where, despite the cool autumn wind, Bulma was sitting under a tree and embroidering tiny ts on small bibs and crocheted skulls. Her fingers were so skillful in doing this, as if they were dismantling a delicate mechanism. He couldn't explain it, but there was something knowing and serene about her smile that made him forget more and more often why he actually wanted to avoid her.
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"T?" He asked once when he couldn't control his curiosity. "T?"<br />
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"Yes, it will be called Trunks," Bulma said without looking up from her work. "The doctors have confirmed to me that it will be a boy and since you don't want to recognize him, he doesn't need a Saiyan name, does he? He'll just be a letter and that's more than enough."
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Actually, that should have left Vegeta cold. But somehow the conviction that it wasn't his child had gotten weaker and weaker over the last few weeks, which of course had to do with the fact that so many books about pregnancy and childbirth were lying around the house. He had opened one by chance and the line with the nine months had jumped straight into his face and also the drawings with the various stages of pregnancy. According to the curve of her belly, Bulma was in her seventh month. And seven months ago ...
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Still, there was still the possibility that it had fallen for the barbarian soon after it arrived at the collector.It wasn't impossible. It annoyed him that he began to doubt himself and could hardly wait for the birth to finally gain certainty. The fact that she so openly took over the child for herself and refused to give him any say, even though she asserted that he was the father, annoyed him and gnawed at his pride. As always, he counterattacked without thinking too long and as usual, he overshot the target ...
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"Maybe you should have talked to your red-haired barbarian about it before you sent him into the desert."
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She looked up in surprise. "Do you mean you're pissed off because I DID NOT take him to Earth?"
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“At first I was wondering about it,” he said, crossing his arms, “but then I realized that this is your trick. You did it with Yamcha and with me, so why not with him too? First if you use the men, you drop them like cold potatoes.I wonder if this is generally a pastime for you earthly women. "
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"If you came just to talk bullshit, you can go back to training," she snapped. "Both of us," she put her hand on her stomach, "we both don't need you."
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"I won't let you tell me what to do!" He replied angrily.
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"As you like, I'll find another place!" She pushed herself up, gathered up her embroidery utensils and threw them into the basket. With her head held high, she marched past him heavily.
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He turned his back on her and listened to her every step. Suddenly she stumbled and fell to the ground with a choked scream.
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"About you don't need me," he etched, stepped next to her and looked down at her. “In your condition you should be careful.” He waited for her to ask for help, but she just doubled over, panting.All other thoughts were suddenly wiped away and he knelt by her side. "Bulma, what is it?"
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"That ... the baby," she gasped, "the baby is coming!"
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“Damn it!” Vegeta was sweating on his forehead. "Your parents aren't there, damn it, wait until they get back."
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A faint smile crossed her pained face. "You can't ... turn that on and off that easily. Vegeta", her trembling hand grabbed his, "it's too early. I don't want to lose him!"
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End of the 19th part
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Annotation:
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The number of comments on the last chapter made me very happy. It feels good that 16 people liked my story.
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The rest will come on the weekend (probably Saturday evening). Provided you want it ...