I am Kera, a Saiyan Warrior Princess

Chapter 54

Kera:

Kera arrived at Dende's house completely out of breath. He looked at her with irritation. He quickly conjured up new clothes for her so that she no longer had to run around in a towel while she spoke haltingly. He asked her into the familiar room with the bed where her children had been born.

Gently he laid his hands on her and concentrated. After a while, he disengaged and stared ahead.

"Dende, what's wrong?" asked Kera anxiously. She didn't want to hear his answers, but she had to.

"You were intimate last night," he said softly.

Kera swallowed. It all had to be a bad dream.

"And there's something else," Dende continued.

How much worse could it get?

"You're pregnant."

Kera was pretty sure she heard glass shattering. She didn't know how to breathe for a moment. Or was it hours? An uncomfortable pressure formed on her ears. "What?" she asked in a whisper after what felt like an eternity.

"There is no doubt," Dende replied.

"When ...?" Kera felt unable to ask whole questions.

"In about a year."

"But that would mean that during my time in space ... with Vegeta ..." She broke off. This was absurd. Then it slowly seeped into her mind that she couldn't really remember being in space. Violently, she shook her head. She felt herself on the verge of completely losing it. "This can't be. It can't be!"

She didn't know whether to scream, cry or laugh because it was all so absurd.

"Kera, please calm down," Dende tried to soothe her.

Kera interrupted her fit of laughter and pulled her legs to her body. She rolled to her side and sobbed. "What am I going to do?"

Dende stroked her shoulder and remained silent. Probably he didn't know a solution either. After a while Kera breathed more calmly again. "Who is the father?" she asked haltingly.

"I can show you a picture," Dende replied.

She nodded, turned on her back and waited until Dende could work his magic to show her the child. When the picture had materialised, she looked at it.

The baby had its knees drawn to its torso, one arm was wrapped around its legs, the other raised to its mouth and its thumb was stuck between its lips. The baby's skin was pale, like her own. A fuzz of black hair, the beginnings of a tail, no pointed ears. That left no doubt.

Slowly, Dende lowered his hands again. He waited patiently for Kera to say something.

"It's unlikely that Piccolo is the father, is it?" she asked quietly.

Dende nodded. "At least as we can see it so far. We can't rule it out completely. You can never accurately predict a child's appearance beforehand."

"But it's also unlikely that it was anyone else, is it? When Vegeta and I were in space ... we couldn't remember for a few months. Maybe there ..." She didn't finish the sentence.

"That's not out of the question either. After the child is born, we can determine it exactly."

"What do I do now, Dende?"

Dende sighed. "I don't know. I think it would be best if you talked to Piccolo about it."

Hesitantly, Kera nodded. "And with Vegeta."

Kera straightened up, thanked Dende with a smile, and left his palace without another word. For a moment she stood on the edge of the platform, wondering where she should fly to now. Her heart and body pulled her towards Piccolo. Her head pulled her towards Vegeta.