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Changing Times.	By : bloodyreign Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 1699 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Dragonball Z characters. I do not make any profits off of this. I do not own Dragonball Z in any way, nor do I own any of their characters. Standard disclaimer applied here.

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So this is what it felt like . . . this is how it felt to have your heart break into a million pieces. I felt as though my heart had burst and I was unable to breathe. There was a heaviness on my chest that I couldn’t shake off. The worst pain imaginable coursed through my body--and my stomach churned and another type of pain hit me. I almost doubled over. “Gohan-”

“Do you understand what I’m saying?” his tone was gentle.

That gentle tone made my body convulse, made the pain worse, and I did double over now.

I couldn’t see his face, but I could hear the alarm in his voice when he said, “Story!” and rushed forward to grab me. “Story, are you okay?”

I pushed away from him. “I’m fine!” I snapped.

“Story, you’re not fine.” He came closer, touching my shoulder.

“What do you care?!” I pushed him away again. “Go, go now. I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Story, what are you talking about?” He put his arm around my waist, ignoring me as I pushed at him. “Oh, God, Story, you’re not okay, not at all.” He lifted me now, laying me gently on the ground. His hand moved to my stomach. “Oh, God . . . Oh, God, Story . . . Your water broke.”

I tried to sit up and he pushed me back down. “I’m fine, leave me alone!”

“Story, let me help!”

“Go away!”

He forced me back down, gripped the hem of the dress in his hands and ripped the dress up, baring me from the waist down. His hands came up, into the dress, and he pulled the soaked panties down. “Spread your legs, Story, let me see.”

I fought him as he put his hands on the inside of my thighs. “No, stop, no!”

“Story, dammit, let me help!” He forced my legs apart, settling down on his knees between them to keep them apart. “Stop fighting me.” He prodded at me gently, carefully. “You’re going into labor quite early.”

I tried to move away from him and he grabbed both legs, squeezing just enough to make me gasp.

“Stop fighting me, Story, now,” he said in a low, even voice. “I will not tell you again.”

I collapsed, breathing hard. “Why do you freaking care?”

“Because I love you.”

“Then why were you breaking up with me?”

He frowned, studied me. “What are you talking about?”

“You said you were done waiting.”

He nodded. “Yes, and I meant what I said.”

“But-”

“But what I meant by that was that I wasn’t going to let you go again. Ever. What I meant, Story, is that I am not letting you get away. That I am done waiting. My wait is over because you are here, here with me, and I’m never letting you go again. I’m not waiting anymore. I was going to ask you to marry me.”

My eyes widened. “What?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you, Story, more than anything or anyone. I love you. Marry me, take me, don’t make me fight for you anymore. I want to just have a peaceful, full, happy life with you. Make me happy, by sticking with me. Marry me.”

I nodded. “Yes.”

He smiled, nodded. “Then let’s get back to delivering this baby. Story, I know you can do this, baby. Just stick with me. You’re not leaving me again, got that? So, let’s do this. Together.”

“Yea.”

He let me take his hand into mine. “I love you, forever and always.” He let go of my hand, prodded gently at me. “Okay, baby, you’re going to need to start pushing.”

I did, bearing down. The pain worsened and I collapsed. “I can’t,” I said, shaking my head.

He grabbed my hand, squeezing. “Yes, you can. You are strong enough to do this, baby. You can do this.”

“I can’t.”

“You can. You can do this. Don’t doubt yourself.” He smiled at me. “Okay, push, you can do this.”

I bore down, pushing, gasping for air.

“Okay, relax.”

Once more, I collapsed, panting. “I can’t do this.”

“Yes, you can. Just relax for a minute, just relax, and breathe. Long, deep breaths, in through your nose, out through your mouth.”

I matched my breathing with his, focusing on nothing more than his face. When he said push again, I bore down once more. I don’t know how long everything took, but it felt like hours before I heard the loud, shrill scream of the baby. I was tired, energy drained, blood drained. I couldn’t move.

Gohan moved the torn dress over my legs, effectively covering me, and moved up to show me the baby. “It’s a boy, Story.”

I smiled. “I want to hold him,” I said. My voice felt disembodied, sounded contorted.

He frowned. “Wait, not yet.” He pulled off his shirt, wrapped the baby in it and set the baby aside to pick me up gently. “Bite me, Story.”

I couldn’t move, couldn’t open my mouth to bite him. I tried, failing instantly.

He lay me back, eyes searching mine, brought his wrist to his mouth--

And everything went black. I saw no more. That didn’t mean to say I heard nothing. My body was floating, it felt like, gone, weightless. I could hear Gohan yelling my name, could feel, dimly, something hot and liquid being forced down my throat. But I couldn’t swallow, couldn’t react.

Then over voices, shouting my name, calling for me. I yearned to go back to them, but I couldn’t find my way. The memories of who they were started to fade. Someone said, “We can’t let her die. This is a natural death. The dragons can’t bring her back.”

More voices, more sayings, then someone screamed, “Get out of my way! That’s my daughter!” and everyone went silent for a minute. A second later, they were questioning him, but he had no mind for them. I heard the sound of someone getting punched, then the man said again, “That is my fucking daughter. Let me through!”

“What can you do that we can’t?” some very close to me said. The voice was familiar, but I just couldn’t place that voice.

“I’m her father. I know more about how she works than anyone. Now move.” Someone else picked me up, cradling me softly against their chest. “Story book, I’m right here. I’m eighteen years late, but I’m right here.” Something was pressed to my mouth, something warm and somewhat soft, but hard. Something else pulled my mouth open and a liquid came into my mouth. I could taste it. It was a somewhat fiery, metallic taste. It wasn’t spicy or bitter or even sweet. There are no words to describe that taste. Something was rubbing my throat, forcing me to swallow, and I could feel strength returning. “Everyone, listen to me, you need to give off energy--someone grab my grandson, but not you, no, you’re the closest to her. You need to give off energy. Yes, you, you’re human. Pick my grandson up. You harm him, I’ll kill you.” I heard a squeal, then a baby’s cry, but it was distant.

“I won’t hurt him,” the girl said.

“Good. Now everyone with power, give it off now. I’ll absorb the power and force it into Story.”

“She can usually heal anything, why can’t she heal this?” someone else asked. There was the sound of tears in his voice.

“Because she didn’t survive. She’s not alive right now, but the death is fresh enough and Story special enough that if we do this quickly, we’ll bring her back. Now, give off energy.”

Silence, then the sounds of several people giving off energy like there was a fight. It made me try to give off energy, to protect myself and something-something else, something I couldn’t place my finger on.

“Good, her body is reacting,” someone else whispered.

“Okay, more energy. I’m going to start directing it into her.” A few seconds passed and I felt something new, some energy being forced into me. It tore my spiritual body away, forcing it back into my body.

I coughed, sputtered, tried to move. My eyes opened slightly and I was looking up at someone familiar, but I couldn’t place him. He had long, shoulder-length black hair and silver eyes. I couldn’t place him. Someone else came into my view. Black hair, black eyes--I knew him, but couldn’t remember. My eyes closed quickly and everything--the feelings, the sounds, the sights--everything went black.

The last thing I heard were three words I‘d waited my entire life to hear, “Rest well, daughter.”
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