Title: Scared
Author: Sara/Sazza/Yaoi Pimp
Started: Sunday, April 22nd 2001 (rewrite started: Wednesday, March
26th 2003, 16:25)
Finished: Thursday 2:12am 3rd January 2002
Disclaimer: DBZ does not belong to me, but Indira, and any resulting
chibi's belong to me! Ooh, and Hera, too!
Warnings: Angst, death, cruelty to children, yaoi, lemon, male
pregnancy (so far….) Um…oh yeah, maybe best read listening to
Thankyou by Dido, that's the song I listened to while writing this…
Archive: Of course! Just tell me where!
Thankies: To ye who's feet i have yet to kiss!


Chapter 1

"Save me from drowning in the sea,
Beat me up on the beach
What a lovely holiday
There's nothing funny left to say" Robbie Williams - `Road To
Mandalay'

Vegeta sat in his room on Frieza's ship, taking deep breaths
and trying to ignore the sharp pains in his swollen belly. This had
been going on for about six hours now, but he had been through this
before, and knew he didn't need any help…yet.

A particularly sharp contraction tore through his abdomen,
causing him to tighten his hold on the edge of the metal desk, which
had already been warped by his clenched fist. After about a minute,
the pain faded away leaving Vegeta gasping.

Loathe as he was to call for a doctor, he knew it wouldn't do
him or the baby any good if he put it off for even longer. Taking a
deep breath, he gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes closed as
another wave of pain tore through him.

Just as he was about to call over the intercom, one of the
men who had been positioned to look after him throughout his
pregnancy, came in to see Vegeta looking ready to be taken to theatre.

Vegeta put up no protest as the Doctor picked him up and
carried him out of the room where he had spent the majority of the
last two months. What seemed like an eternity later, they strode into
the operating theatre.

Vegeta was placed next to the bed and held up as another
contraction shot through him, threatening to make his knees give out.
Vegeta gritted his teeth, doing his best to keep up his façade of
strength even through labour.

After what seemed like an eternity the pain passed, and he
felt a sharp sting in his spine as the needle was inserted this time
making his entire lower body collapse. One of the nurses picked him
up and lifted him onto the bed, settling him on his back as the
doctors began cleaning his skin and testing the equipment.

Finally, a cover was hung over his chest, blocking his view
of his abdomen. He felt the pressure of the knife applied just below
his naval area and felt as it moved across, cutting through the scar
tissue that was already there. This stopped as the sensation of
muscle and internal organs being moved took over and made way for the
baby to be cut out.

After what must have only been about a minute, Vegeta heard
the quiet gasping breaths, then the crying of his second child. He
turned his head, gaze following the doctor as he took the baby across
the room to clean it up and test its power level.

As he watched this, Vegeta was blissfully unaware of the
father of the child as he walked in the door. Eyes widening as the
changeling crossed into his line of vision, Vegeta watched with a dry
mouth as he approached the Doctor and child.

Despite his current condition and the fact that from the rib
cage down his body was useless Vegeta tried to sit up and say
something…anything to take Frieza's attentions away from the child.
However he felt another small pain in his arm and turned around, only
to fall back onto the bed as the room began spinning and the rest of
his body gave into the new drug.

The last words he heard were Frieza telling the doctor to
kill the brat.

~*~*~*~*~

Zarbon stood quietly near the door as he watched Frieza
circle the incubator that the baby had been placed in.

"I wonder what made this one different from the last child?"
Frieza mumbled to himself, half expecting Zarbon not to hear him.

"Maybe it's just that he has more of your genes than the last
one?"

"Hmm, the last one was a weakling. Even by monkey standards."

"So shall I send for someone to kill him now…"

"No. This child could make a good ally, and being his loving
father I'm sure there'd be no reason for him to want to hurt me. I
think I'll keep him, just tell Vegeta that he's dead. I don't want
him getting any ideas."

"Yes sir."

"Ok, you may leave. I want to bond with my child."

Zarbon bowed his head and walked out the door, bracing
himself to tell Vegeta that his second child was dead. He hated doing
this, he really didn't like Vegeta and all but it was still…wrong.

He gave himself a mental shrug, and carried on towards the
sick bay where, with luck, Vegeta would still be in the regeneration
tank so he could leave it to the doctors to inform him. Zarbon felt
guilty for lying, he'd never had kids himself, but he'd lost his
younger brother who'd also been brought aboard Frieza's ship.

Zarbon gave himself a mental slap as he realised that he had
reached the medical bay, he walked in and over to the room where
Vegeta would be kept, almost crossing his fingers that Vegeta would
still be in the tank, only to have his hopes dashed as he walked in.

The Prince of Saiyans was sat on a chair, pulling his armour
over his head and then bending down to pull his boots on, his stomach
was almost flat again. He did nothing to acknowledge Zarbon as he
walked over to him.

"Vegeta, I'm here to tell you that…your child is dead,"
Zarbon said quietly, as though a lack of volume would make the news
easier to take.

He watched as Vegeta froze for a moment whilst pulling one
boot on, then gave a slight shake of his head.

"What do I care?"

Zarbon almost believed his act, until Vegeta stood up and
walked straight past. No comments, no evil looks

Nothing.

~*~*~*~*~

Authors Notes: "Operating theatre" is a term common in England,
meaing an everyday operating room. "Take him to theatre" etc. I've
been assured this isn't commonly used in America and possibly some
other places. Just so you know, it IS the right term. And no, people
aren't watching. It's a term for a common operating room. Just the
doctors and the patients.