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Enough Time	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 2186 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Enough Time

By Sefiru

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Pairings: none yet, Mirai x OC
eventually

Warnings: R, violence, character deaths, angst

Disclaimer: I don�t own Dragonball,
but Mirai ownz at
everything.

Starlight_dragon: This story is
currently happening in the year-and-a-half gap between Pure Evil 3 and 4.
Specifically, this chapter occurs about 8 months after the end of PE3.

Pun_xy: you do realize that only a hopeless fangirl would describe someone pounding a wooly
rhinoceros�s head to a pulp �adorable� � I thought so too. ^^

Macha: I�m glad you liked it. This story has a lot of
these slice-of-life scenes, and I�m trying to depict what normal Saiyans do all day, not just the galactic-superpowered ones.

In this chapter: Pan is born.

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Chapter 14: Birth

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�� When Mirai and Shiso rushed into the
hospital lobby, the receptionist took one look at their tails and said, �Son Videl, right? Suite
541.�

�� Thanks.� Ignoring
the elevators, the two of them pelted up the stairs. The whole family was
there, and they were the last to arrive. Mr. Satan sat on one end of a sofa
wearing a baseball cap that read #1 Grandpa and a giant foam hand. His wife was
sitting on the other sofa with an arm around Chichi�s
shoulders; Chichi was holding a teacup with a white-knuckled grip. Mrs. Briefs
was handing out cake to the human Z Fighters. Bardock was whipping Piccolo�s
butt at shogi while Vegeta watched, quietly laughing
his ass off; Bulma was head-down in a physics
journal, and Kakarott was talking soothingly to the nurse. The chibies looked down at all of them from the top of a
cabinet. �You�re late,� Goten crowed.

�� We were out in
the wilds of Vegetasei,� Shiso
said.

�� Mirai added, �I think Piccolo called us last on purpose.�

�� Would I do
that?�

�� Yes. You would.�

�� Hmph.� Piccolo slammed a piece
down on the board.

�� Bardock suddenly
grinned. �Thanks, Mirai.� Piccolo scowled.

�� Mirai could sense Videl and Gohan in the room beyond. Videl�s
ki was raised and it spiked rhythmically; there was a
gaggle of low kis from doctors and nurses, plus a
faint, fluttering ki that pulsed in time with Videl�s. Mirai looked at
Kakarott, who nodded. The little ki spiked, wavered
and settled into a steady glow. Kakarott announced, �There. She�s breathing on
her own now.�

�� A wave of relief
passed around the room. Mr. Satan leapt up shouting �Go, Pan, go!� Everyone
else rolled their eyes. A minute later, the inner door flew open and the
hospital staff piled hastily out.

�� I can�t believe
he threw us out,� the human physician complained.

�� I warned you he
would,� his Saiyan counterpart said. �He was
surprisingly polite about it, considering.� She turned to Kakarott. �The little
princess is doing fine, my king. Give your son a few minutes to get control of
his instincts and you can go in.�

�� I understand.
Thank you for your help.�

�� The midwife bowed
and followed her colleagues out. Everyone started putting away whatever they�d
been using to pass the time; Goten jumped down and
stuck his head in the door. �Is it safe to come in now?�

�� Yeah, family is
fine.� The tone of Gohan�s voice implied that if
anyone other than family tried to go
in, they would find themselves going right out again. Possibly head first. Of
course Goten and Trunks were first through the door;
as the rest of the gathering filed in, Mirai could
hear them chant, �Pan, Pan, she�s our man, if she can�t do it, no one can!�

�� Kids. Mirai stuck his hands in his
pockets and looked at the new parents. Videl lay back
against the bed�s headboard, looking both exhausted and delighted; Gohan stood beside her with his arms crossed, a familiar
expression on his face. Touch my family
over my dead body. The other Gohan had had that
exact look the last time Mirai had seen him alive. He
shivered. Pan was a black-and-pink bundle in her mother�s arms, her tiny tail
wrapped around Videl�s wrist. She was suckling
drowsily from Videl�s breast while Videl laughed at the chibies, who
were waving around giant mylar
pompoms. �Mirai! Shiso! You made it!�

�� You don�t think
I�d ditch my first niece�s birth, do you?�

�� Nah. Where�d you get the scratch, Shiso?�

�� A gertha nicked me. Then Mirai went
ballistic and flattened it.� She gave him a sideways look.

�� Videl sighed. �Don�t inflict your post-traumatic stress on
your girlfriend, Mirai.�

�� We were just
about to discuss it when we got pre-empted. It can wait.� He saw that Pan had
fallen asleep. �She�s cute.�

�� Isn�t she just?�

�� At this point
Chichi emerged from the press of taller bodies. And the fool woman had to
exclaim, �she has a tail! This is terrible!�

�� All the adult Saiyans bristled, but Videl just
laughed. �Don�t be silly, Chichi, it�s adorable. Just
like her father.�

�� Chichi frowned. �Gohan, did you really throw out all those doctors?�

�� Well, once their
work was done they had no more business here.� Mirai
and several others nodded in agreement.

�� Why did all of
these men have to come anyway?�

�� It�s a Saiyan thing.� Kakarott laid a hand on her shoulder to
guide her out of the way. �Come on, you�re making Gohan
feel bad.� Mirai covertly rolled his eyes. They
couldn�t really keep her away from her own granddaughter�s birth, but still �!
Over the next hour or so, all of the family stepped up to the bed to offer
their congratulations and agree that Pan was, indeed, very cute. Mr. Satan left
his foam hand on the bedside table (�You are so strange, Pop�),
and Bardock presented a fur blanket, saying, �I made it myself.� (�Thank you,
Bardock). Vegeta looked down at her with crossed arms: �got a good grip there,
does she?� (�Yes, she certainly does.�) Kakarott just stood back and watched
the proceedings, grinning.

�� Mirai and Shiso eventually
slipped away, ending up in a hole-in-the-wall yakisoba joint near their club.
They found places on the bench and collected bowls of noodles; Mirai toyed with his chopsticks. �You know, I�ve seen Gohan die? And Kakarott, and Bulma.�

�� Huh? But ��

�� Yeah. Have you ever wondered why Trunks has the same name
as me? I�m not actually from this universe. I�m a time traveler.� He told her
the whole story, the androids, the time machine, everything. �I finished the
second time machine and came here,� he concluded. �The rest you know.�

�� Shiso slurped her noodles. �Whoa. I thought you must have
some deep, dark secret, but that�s a doozie. I�m
amazed you�re functional at all after that.�

�� That�s
debatable, you know.�

�� No, really. Saiyans are so social, there are lots of cases where people went off their
heads completely. The planet-purging operation was really bad for that � even
with the programming, a lot of the soldiers were so irrational they had to be
put down. Nobody�s sad to see that one discontinued. And even if you don�t go
nuts, you might end up with some weird neuroses and stuff.�

�� It sounded like
an urban legend � but then Mirai considered his
father�s hang-ups about trust, Kakarott�s childhood
fixation on the four-star Dragonball, his own
outbursts while fighting his enemies. He chewed on a piece of cabbage. �So � do
you mind that I�m a little cracked?�

�� Not at all.� She leaned over and planted a kiss on his ear.
The shopkeeper just raised his eyebrows and poured them a round of beer on the
house.

***

So, what kind of monster takes a highly social species which
is fiercely protective of its children, and sends its members alone to alien
planets programmed to kill every man, woman, and baby?

�

FRIEZA, that�s who. And then he
blew up their planet for afters. Dickhead.

Also, Saiyan midwife must be a
rough job, if what I�ve written here is any evidence.

Next chapter: (sings) I�ve been workin�
on the planet, all the live-long day �

Mirai: here, I�ve got rotten
vegetables to toss.

Vegeta: dibs on the tomatoes.
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