Bulma reaches out to Vegeta, but falls back to the ground as another contraction tore into her side like fire, telling her that it was time to push wether she liked it or not. She cries out, the world becoming a blur as her body convulsed. She begins to push, sweat beads forming on her forehead as tears silently fell from the corners of her eyes.<br>Vegeta places his hands over the crowning head of his son, placing the fingers delicately on the sides of the tiny skull, slowly helping to pull the baby from his mate. He can't help but smile, feeling the familiar company of their bond, their minds once again as one. He knew their bond had become much stronger now and it will be harder to break if anyone dared to do it again.<br>Bulma screams, the pain far worse than she'd orginally expected.<br>Vegeta's tail wraps around Bulma's wrist, trying to comfort her. "Two more pushes Bulma," Vegeta whispers.<br>Bulma grabs handfuls of grass as she began to push as hard as she can. Her body trembles as she felt his hands pull her son from her. She releases her held breath and collapses to her back as the night air is filled with the wailing of her new born son. She smiles weakly, looking over as her disguised husband holding their son.<br>Vegeta takes a wet bloody hand and pulls away the goggles and cloak, then the hair band. His hair flies up to the usual black flame and smiles as his son continued you to wail. The boy was as healthy as any saiyan infant should be. Vegeta finds the damp little tail curling out from just above his tail bone. A saiyan indeed. He notices the infant has a purple tuff of hair growing from his forehead and he sighs, knowing that this was the cause of Bulma. He looks over to her, their eyes connecting as they sat in silence.<br>"Vegeta, I knew you were alive. I just knew it," Bulma sobs.<br>Vegeta surrounds his index finger with ki, cutting his son's umbilical cord with ease, knowing that his son's healing ability will stop the bleeding in seconds. He quickly sits at Bulma's side hugging her to him as her arms went around their son that he held.<br>Bulma takes the wailing infant from Vegeta's arms as he pulls her into his arms. She smiles, cradling the infant to her bosem.<br>The baby's crying ceases as he looks up, blinking a few times before his vision focuses, resting on his parents. His little tail jerks, coming to life.<br>Vegeta chuckles, "He has your eyes and discolored hair might I add."<br>Bulma leans against Vegeta, raising her face to his. "Don't worry Vegeta, look at his face... It is identical to yours, even that cute little scowl."<br>Vegeta leans closer to her face, the world around him becoming a blur as he presses his lips to her, kissing her madly, his tongue rolling in her mouth. It felt so good to touch her...to feel her in his arms. He promises himself that he'll never let her go again. Never.<br>A large explosion nearby awakens him from his daze and he pulls away from the kiss, finding a rather large crater nearly meters away from where he, his mate, and newborn son sat.<br>The infant begins to cry, the loud noise upsetting him.<br>Bulma hugs her son tighter to her, cradling his small body in her arms. "Shh, she purrs into his ear. Don't worry, I'll keep you safe little one."<br>Vegeta stands up, pulling his mate with him and holding her to him protectively. He leans towards her, his face hovering above hers, his sweet breath blowing softly against her cheek. "I want you go to the pod. It is half a mile from. You'll be safe there, it is hidden. I want you to hide there and protect the brat. I promise you I'll return. Bulma... I......I love you." He kisses her swiftly before blasting off into the direction of the battle that is being fought without him. It had taken everything to tear himself from her. All he wanted to do was to be in her warmth, to relish her scent filling his nostrils, but for now he had to forget that. He had to fight, for the safety of his mate and son. Their lives depended on him and Kakarotto. Vegeta hopes that he can keep his promise to Bulma. The promise that he'd return... He blinks away the tears that had suddenly formed in his eyes. Yes, he would win his battle, even if he ended it near death. I isn't a quitter and neither is his friend...<br><font color=blue>~~~~~~~~~~</font><br>Goku flies up, his cloak torn and tattered beyond recognition, a mere rag clinging to his neck. He frowns, his hat blown away and his hair shooting out in seven different directions. He twirls his staff, holding it over his head and bringing it down in a slash, hitting SahlKahn's outstretched arm with a loud krack. Staff against bone.<br>ShalKahn stiffles a growl as his ulna became more than just shattered into a million pieces, the cearing pain traveling throughout his nerves. For almost a second, he is blinded by pure agony as the staff connected with his side, breaking 2 ribs as it collided into them. He bites his tongue, not daring to show his weakness by screaming. How had he gotten so good in one month? He thinks back to what Freiza had told his so long ago...<br><font color=blue>~~~~~Flash Back-20 years ago~~~~~</font><br>"You do realize SahlKahn, that these monkeys must die." Freiza turns to SahlKahn, his long whip-like tail swishing gently from side to side. "They are a threat to our very existance. You, being the devourer of energies should know that you have tasted many a saiyans in your days."<br>SahlKahn nods as he gazed out a window, watching many pods leaving the planet he is stationed on. The pods were off to the planet Tranzal for a purge, the prince would be accompanying them on this trip. He turns to Freiza and nods. "Yes, I know what you mean. From what I understand as you have described. In each fight they become stronger, thus as the legend goes a supersaiyan will emerge. I am not stupid, I have heard of the legend even long before you were born. I have lived for many centuries, searching galaxy after galaxy for the energies that I crave. None are as... how should one put it? To be more simplistic, "I haven't had a better meal since I have felt the energy of a saiyan coarsing through my veins."<br>Freiza smirks. "Then you understand why I must terminate them? Even though you do enjoy feeding upon them, I cannot risk losing my place in society. Of all people, you should understand what it feels like to overpower races, to know that you are on top."<br>SahlKahn growls inwardly, <i>Yes, I WAS on top till you...hell spawn....was born. You grew far more powerful than I'd expected, overpowering me by a few million... I hope they kill you Freiza, you have been nothing but trouble since I first confronted you. I'd kill you myself, but I wouldn't want to have myself killed in the process now would I? Perhaps, someday... A saiyan will be lucky enough to kill you and then perhaps I can resume my place as number one tyrant. Races will fear me, not you... you digusting mostrosity of nature. Hmph, you and your gay self!</i> SahlKahn sighs, knowing that for now, his thoughts were his own. Perhaps someday he'd succeed in taking his place as leader once again, but till then... He'd have to play along in Freiza's game till the news of his demise spread throughout space. "Do as you wish Freiza, but I don't approve. I have never approved of your 'brutal' ways of trying to make yourself look good. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things I have to do. I am expecting a visitor from my home planet."<br>Freiza watches with little interest as SahlKahn left his quarters, leaving him to ponder his silence. "You know something don't you SahlKahn? Something you do not wish to share with me. Hmph, soon. I'll have to pry that answer from you... I know you fear me, and I'll soon proove that fear." A smirks crosses his black lips as he turns to the window to watch the last of the remaining pods being sent to space for purging. "There is much I have to plan for..."<br><font color=blue>~~~~~Present-Planet Sokna~~~~~</font><br>SahlKahn's ki flared as he blocked the sudden punch that had been aimed at his abdomen. He grabs Goku's fist, twists around and throw him over his shoulder. <i>Is this what Freiza had ment so many years ago? Was there a level higher than supersaiyan? Is it possible that there is no limit to a saiyan's power? If that is true, then perhaps I have underestimated Goku... No matter, I will not give up now. I am the strongest still. He is still too weak to defeat me, I've just been too distracted with this strange turn of events. I will not allow him to strike me anymore. Now...it is time for the saiyan race to die. No matter how much I enjoy their energy, Freiza was right. They are a threat to our existance. They must be delt with quick precision.</i> SahlKahn roars, his body shifting, bulking up into a form less frail. His body now looked at well build as Goku's giving him the false belief that SahlKahn is much stronger. <i>Oh, how much I absolutely love my ability to morph and deceive others!</i> SahlKahn chuckles, "So, where is your friend Vegeta now eh? You are alone... No one to help you now. I WILL defeat you Goku, so try as you might. I am invincible."<br>Goku smirks, "You're mistakened SahlKahn, I won't die AND I'm not alone."<br>SahlKahn's eyes widen when he feels another familiar power approaching from the west. He turns to find the familiar yellow glow of a super saiyan. The angular eyes... even though they are green, he knows them all too well... His lips part as he inhales suddenly, his hopes falling. "V...Vegeta!"<br><font color=blue>To be Continued...