Labor hit Sarada far harder than Parsley ever could. She doubled over the moment the first birth pain hit her, right when her water broke. That was the extent of her knowledge of how this birthing **** worked, so from there, all she could say was that she was in the most extreme pain she had ever been in. She was thankful she listened to Inanna and started to move some of the displaced Turripian Saiyans to Tatenen -- or was it Ilargi? Whatever -- and that they started building their own stuff around. As an aside, she noticed they were also far stronger than they had been on average in the past. She supposed they had to fight for their lives just to stake out a bit of land for themselves, and that meant constant zenkais. At the moment, though, she really didn't care about that.

The entire fucking ordeal lasted for literal hours; 12, if she heard the doctor right. Inanna was by her side the entire time, and Parsley was standing in the corner. When it was over, one of the nurses handed her a screaming banshee of a thing. She had her skin tone and fuzzy brown tail. She could see two bumps on her forehead -- which did not make for a smooth exit -- where her horns were going to come in.

Sarada looked at her daughter, a creature that came out of her after leeching off all the food she ate for five months. This was the child she and Inanna had wanted all along, and now, they finally had her.

They had already decided they were going to name her Shala as her Oni name and Kumara as her Saiyan name.

"Look what I made, guys," she said to Inanna and Parsley, the latter of which was still standing in the corner.

"Yes, that's very nice," she said, strained for some odd reason. She also looked extremely flushed. "Congratulations to you both."