Try Again.

Title: Try Again
Pairings: Vegeta x Goku
Warnings - MPreg!
Author - CrimsonTide


Chapter 10


NEARLY TWO MONTHS LATER…

Vegeta, as usual, was training in his gravity room. Goku hadn’t been able to do much more than simple kata routines for nearly four months now, and the prince was sure his power had become greater than his mates', or if not, he was close.

Very close.

Vegeta’s lips curled into a smirk as he threw a few more lightning fast punches at his invisible foe and darted around the chamber. He’d been training for hours now, and when he’d seen Kakarotto last, the younger Saiyajin had been busy trying to find the bottom of several cartons of ice cream while he watched his daily Soap Operas. His mate had become very fond of the ningen shows over the last month, and it was amusing to watch him yell at the characters who dared cheat on their spouses.

The prince was pulled from his musings when the gravity in his chamber was suddenly shut off from the outside. The Saiyajin growled when a fist pounded on the thick door, and he immediately swung it open. A certain blue haired ningen stood before him, and he grabbed her fist a second before it came into contact with his nose.

“Woman, what have I told you about interrupting my training?!”

Bulma frowned as she pulled her fist from the Saiyajin’s grasp. She snorted and began to jog back toward Capsule Corp. “Well excuse me! I thought you might want to be around when your child was born!”

The woman gasped and stopped in her tracks when a blue blur shot past her, causing her hair to fly around her face. She blinked and glanced back to where the prince had been a moment before, then turned back to the house.

“Are you coming or not?!” Vegeta shouted from within.

Bulma chuckled and ran after him.

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“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow OWWW!!”

This was the only word Goku could form at the moment as he clutched his stomach and tried to keep himself from killing the doctors that were practically running into each other around him.

And they were supposed to be the best?

“Kakarotto?!”

The Saiyajin blinked and looked up just as Vegeta and Bulma rushed in.

“Where have you been?!” Goku shrieked as the prince took his outstretched hands and sat beside him.

“I got here as fast as I could. Now how long have you been in labor?” the older Saiyajin asked as he glanced down at his mate’s stomach and rubbed a hand over it in a soothing gesture.

“Ten whole minutes!” Goku cried. “And these idiots haven’t done anything about it yet!”

Bulma sweat dropped as she placed a cool cloth on the Saiyajin’s forehead. “The doctors are preparing everything. But you know, a person can be in labor for days… My labor lasted 27 hours.”

“Twenty-seven hours of hell…” Vegeta muttered, earning himself a slap upside the head from the woman.

Goku’s face had gone pale at the news. “WHAT??!! I can’t last that long! I’ll take care of this myself!”

Vegeta and Bulma watched in horror as the Saiyajin’s finger lit up with ki, and it was obvious he was going to attempt to cut the child out himself.

“KAKAROTTO, DON’T YOU DARE!”

“GOKU, NO!!”

They each pounced upon Goku at once, and Vegeta quickly grabbed his mate’s wrists, making sure to keep his hands away from his stomach. Meanwhile, Bulma was attempting to calm her long time friend, who was currently trying to bite the prince restraining him.

“Get him something for the pain, damn it!” Vegeta shouted to the doctors, who were currently staring in shock. They all scrambled to do as the prince ordered as soon as they heard his angry voice.

A moment later, one of them approached the squirming Saiyajin with a needle.

This was not to Goku’s liking.

The Saiyajin screamed when he saw the syringe and his tail immediately lashed out and knocked the doctor’s feet out from beneath him. The needle flew from the man's hand and rolled across the floor.

Bulma immediately crawled across the room to retrieve it.

“Kakarotto! This will help with the pain until it’s time to do the C-Section. You’ll thank me later!” Vegeta explained as he raised his power level and took a better grip on his mate’s arms, pinning him to the floor. He straddled the Saiyajin’s thighs and wrapped his tail around Goku’s in order to prevent another lashing.

The younger man growled and squirmed as he eyed Bulma, who was picking up the needle. Then he turned his gaze back to Vegeta. “You don’t want to know what I’m going to do to you later, but I’ll tell you now I won’t be thanking you!” he hissed.

Vegeta ignored the threat as Bulma kneeled beside them and readied the syringe. Goku’s threats vanished when his attempts to free himself were unsuccessful and instead tears sprung to his eyes as he glared up at the other Saiyajin. “I’ll hate you, Vegeta!”

Bulma paused and looked between the two, and she noticed the prince’s eye twitch slightly at the comment. “He doesn’t mean that, Vegeta. It’s just the fear and pain talking. I said the same thing when I was having Trunks, and I can assure you I don’t hate you now.”

The older Saiyajin frowned as he tightened his slightly loosening grip and nodded for her to continue, much to Goku’s dismay. The Saiyajin screamed and sobbed as the needle penetrated his skin. “I HATE YOU BOTH!!”

“Bet you won’t say that in about ten minutes.” Bulma smirked as she removed the needle and handed the empty syringe to a waiting doctor.

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TEN MINUTES LATER…

“I love you, Vegeta. I love Bulma too...and that guy over there.” Goku said as he pointed to a random doctor across the room.

The prince raised an eyebrow as he glanced over at the blue haired woman standing on the other side of the bed. “What did you give him?”

Bulma chuckled. “Oh, you know. A little of this, a lot of that. Just a bunch of happy drugs.”

Vegeta blinked when Goku’s hand suddenly fisted in his shirt and he was pulled closer to his mate. “Hey, Geta. Ya know that thing you do with your tail that makes me scream really loud? I like that. I like that a lot. Too bad you didn’t have your tail when you were with Bulma or you two would still be together. But then I’d be sad.”

A few chuckles sounded around the room as the Saiyajin rambled on, causing Vegeta’s face to turn red. “Kakarotto, you really shouldn’t say things like that in front of everyone.”

Goku blinked in confusion. “But why? Don’t you want everyone to know how much I love you? Hey everybody, did you know Veggie is ticklish?”

“Kakarotto!”

Bulma tried to stifle her laughter. “Do you want me to start putting him to sleep now? We’re all ready for the C-Section.”

“Yes, do it now!” Vegeta cried as his mate began to talk about all the fun things they liked to do at night. “Hurry!”

The blue haired woman laughed as she placed a plastic mask over Goku’s nose and mouth, though judging from the muffled sounds, he hardly noticed as he continued on with his stories.

Bulma frowned as the Saiyajin’s eyes began to drift shut. “You were never that ‘friendly’ with me.”

Vegeta snorted and folded his arms. “You weren’t as much fun to play with. Besides, the things I do with him would have killed you.”

The woman coughed as she checked to make sure Goku was asleep before removing the mask. “Being human is a drag sometimes.”

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Vegeta watched in mute fascination was the most experienced doctor in the group made an incision in his mate’s stomach, creating a large cut that began to bleed immediately. The prince growled lightly to remind the doctor that if he harmed Goku, he’d end his career early.

“Vegeta, stop threatening my staff!” Bulma snapped.

The prince stopped growling and glared at the woman before turning his attention back to the task at hand. Various layers were being cut and moved aside, and it wasn’t long before the child could be seen.

Vegeta couldn’t help to wave his tail in excitement as he spared a glance at his mate’s peacefully slumbering face.

“Ok, one more layer and…”

Suddenly the room was filled with a loud shriek, followed by a series of screams as one of the doctors lifted a very messy baby into his arms. Vegeta immediately snatched the child away and Bulma smiled as she handed him a pair of scissors. The prince waved them away, however, and used a small amount of ki in his fingertip to cut the umbilical cord. Instead, Bulma handed him a few towels and the two set to work on cleaning the baby up.

Vegeta grinned as he gently ran a towel over the baby’s tail, a tail which immediately wrapped around his wrist afterward. The child stopped its' screaming once it was wrapped in a clean, warm blanket.

“It’s a boy! Annnnd… he has your hair, Vegeta!” Bulma said with a huge smile on her face as she admired the child cradled in the prince’s arms.

Vegeta blinked as his eyes traveled to the child’s royal hair. It was true. The only difference was there was no widow’s peak. Instead, the boy had Kakarotto's bangs and his hair was jet black with midnight blue highlights, as was his tail.

“He’s soooooo cuuuuute!!” Bulma cooed as the child popped his thumb into his mouth. After a few suckles, he paused and his eyes began to clench and unclench.

The woman gasped. “He’s trying to open his eyes?? Already??”

“Of course! He’s a Saiyajin, woman!” Vegeta said. His voice dripped with pride as he watched the youngest full-blooded Saiyajin slowly open his eyes to gaze upon his world for the first time.

Twin gasps echoed throughout the room as the child’s teal green eyes made contact with Vegeta's. Father and son stared at each other in silence for a moment before the infant’s lips curled into a smirk around his tiny thumb.

“He’s got the eyes of a Super Saiyajin…” Bulma said in awe.

Vegeta was about to respond when an urgent call interrupted him.

“Ms.Briefs! There’s more bleeding than I expected! It’s flowing too quickly for me to stitch him up!”

The prince’s eyes widened slightly as Bulma ran to assist, and he approached his mate and stroked his hair as he cradled their son in his other arm. Goku’s face was extremely pale and his breathing was shallow.

“Damn it, Kakarotto. Don’t you dare! You’re not going anywhere!”

“I need something to help soak up the blood! And get some damn suction!” Bulma shouted, sending doctors in all directions.

Vegeta clenched his teeth as he gripped Goku’s hand and tried his best to comfort their son, who was now wailing loudly.

“Hn. Don’t worry, chibi. If I have to, I’ll drag his ass back from the Other World.”


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Goku’s world was dark and quiet. He wasn’t sure whether or not his eyes were open, but quite frankly he didn’t give a damn. His body was numb to any pain and his muscles were relaxed. He was at the pinnacle comfort, and that’s how he wished to remain. But he knew it wouldn’t last, and when quiet voices began to drift to his ears, he couldn’t help but frown in disappointment.

“I better be dead because if the people around me aren’t, I’m gonna kill them for disturbing me.” Goku thought to himself.

“Kak…”

“Nnnnnn.”

“arotto….”

“Naaaaa….”

Goku moaned as his mate’s voice became clearer and clearer with each passing second. Now he was going to have to kill poor Vegeta.

“Kakarotto!”

“Nooo… Sleep!” the younger Saiyajin moaned as he waved his hand… or tried to. He only managed a small flick of his wrist. It was obvious he was still under the influence of the drugs that’d been injected into him earlier.

For a moment Goku thought that his demand to be left alone had been honored, but he was proven wrong when something warm and wet touched his chest. There was a small movement and then the same wet feeling occurred on his face.

“Not now, Vegeta. We’ll do that later.” he mumbled as he attempted to hold onto the last remnants of sleep. However, a few soft chuckles piqued his curiosity, and he hesitantly cracked his eyes open, blinking several times as light flooded his vision.

Very slowly, the outline of what looked like Vegeta’s hair took shape, and the silhouette of a very small person was attached to that hair. Goku blinked in confusion as his jumbled mind tried to come up with an explanation.

“…Someone shrunk Vegeta…”

More snickers.

“Baka…”

Goku slowly turned his head toward the familiar voice, and his eyes finally focused on Vegeta, who was smirking down at him with his arms folded over his chest.

Confused, the Saiyajin looked back at the being perched in his chest. He blinked in surprise when a child with jet-black hair and bright green eyes looked down at him. One of his tiny fingers was in his mouth and drool covered Goku’s chest and dripped onto his cheek, which explained the warm and wet feeling. A small tail that twitched back and forth caught his attention and a smile formed on his lips as he looked back at Vegeta.

The prince gave his mate a genuine smile. “Hai, Kakarotto. He’s a full-blooded Saiyajin.”

Small tears of happiness formed in the corners of Goku’s eyes as he took the gurgling child into his arms and sat up, glancing down at his stomach. There was only the slightest hint of discoloration where the incision had been made.

Vegeta noticed the questioning look and answered the younger man's question before he was asked. “There were some difficulties. I had to use my last senzu bean to heal you.”

“Yeah.” Bulma added. “You almost bled to death. It’s a good thing Vegeta remembered he still had one more senzu or my best doctor would have been dead.”

The prince snorted as he shot a death-glare toward the man in question, and the doctor immediately stiffened and walked out the door.

Goku had previously been so occupied looking over his newest son that he hadn’t even noticed the other occupants of the room; and so he was slightly startled when ChiChi stepped forward and placed her hand on the side of the bed. The Saiyajin subconsciously held his child away from the woman, holding the boy closer to his chest. The chibi frowned as he looked between Goku and ChiChi, not at all liking the woman.

The Saiyajin’s ex-wife noticed the protective gesture and removed her hand from the bed before folding her arms to her chest. “I’m sorry for what I suggested you do. It was a terrible thing for me to say…and your child is adorable.”

Goku was still suspicious, as any ‘mother’ would be when it came to the safety of their child, but he nodded. It was the only way he could accept her apology at the moment. He wasn’t very fond of the woman any longer, and there was nothing he could do to change those feelings.

The woman smiled and stepped aside as Goten and Trunks practically pushed her out of the way to get a good look at the newest addition to the Saiyajin Club. Vegeta hadn’t given anyone the chance to see the child before Goku had woken up. The prince felt it was only right that his mate get to see his own child before the others did.

“Wooowwww!” Goten said in awe. “How come his eyes are green?”

“Because his parents are both Super Saiyajins, stupid!” Trunks snapped as he batted his friend upside the head.

The younger demi-Saiyajin rubbed the back of his head with a laugh. “That makes sense, I guess! What’s his name gonna be??”

Everyone looked at each other.

“Vegeta.”

They all turned to the prince.

“What?!” Bulma cried. “That’s ridiculous!”

“What’s so ridiculous, woman?! Everyone in the royal bloodline is named Vegeta! It’s tradition!”

“No, no, no! That’d get too confusing. That can be his middle name. Name him Gochi!” Chichi suggested, causing the others to sweat-drop.

Bulma rolled her eyes. “How about Boxers??”

This, however, caused everyone to fall over.

“Why is everyone in your family named after underwear anyway, Bloomer?” Piccolo muttered. He’d gone practically unnoticed up until that point.

“Yeah, might as well call him ‘Fruit of the Loom’” Goten snickered.

“Yeah! Or Tighty Whitey!” Trunks added. Both chibis laughed together for a good two minutes before the oldest of the two stopped abruptly, realizing that he was in the middle of the whole joke. “Hey, wait a minute!!”

“How about Yasashii?”

“Or Vegetto? That’d be cool!”

Goku tuned the group out as they continued to argue about names. He watched as the child he still held in his arms moved his own tiny arms around. His hands were formed into small fists and the chibi blinked and studied the new shape of his fingers. He slowly brought his fist to his face, going cross-eyed as it got closer. Eventually, the boy ended up whacking himself in the nose, and he shrieked as small tears formed in his eyes, though they didn’t fall.

Goku chuckled and gently poked the child in the nose with his tail, smirking as his son took the appendage into his tiny hands and rubbed the soft black fur against his face, squealing in delight.

The others all paused and turned just in time to see the chibi’s eyes fall shut as he fell asleep, still clutching his …. Mother’s (shrugs) tail in his small arms.

“How about Kakuto?” Goku finally said. He didn’t look up from the child, but Vegeta knew the question was directed only at him. The prince thought about it for a moment before smirking and nodding in satisfaction. It was a fine name for a warrior.

“I suppose, Kakarotto. But his middle name is Vegeta.”

“Make it Geta.” Goku countered with a small smile as he looked up at his mate.

A sigh of frustration filled the silent room. Not even the Prince of all Saiyajins could say no to those puppy-dog eyes. “Fine.”

“So then what’s his last name?” Gohan asked in curiosity. He knew it wouldn’t be Son or Briefs, so what was left?

“Prince.” Vegeta replied almost immediately. “And THAT is final!” he added. He had to give up one name, but he wasn’t giving up his title.

Goku nodded in agreement.

Trunks, on the other hand, wasn’t happy that his brother was getting such a cool last name. “No fair! Can that be my last name too??”

“Yeah, me too!” Goten piped in.

Neither or their mothers looked too happy about it.

“Well, why not?” Goku suddenly asked. All eyes turned to him. “My name isn’t Son anymore, so why can’t Goten have my new name?”

“Yeah, Goten Prince!” the younger demi-Saiyajin cried, throwing his hands in the air in excitement.

“What about me?” Trunks asked, looking at his father for an answer.

Vegeta smirked and nodded in confirmation, causing the demi-Saiyajin to join in Goten’s excitement.

Bulma sighed and rubbed her temples. She knew she couldn’t win this battle. It was only fair, after all. Vegeta let her give their son his first name, so she didn’t mind if he gave their son his last name.

ChiChi, on the other hand, was less than enthusiastic. The only thing that kept her quiet was the glare and mumbled words that Piccolo gave her. The woman growled and folded her arms. She’d have to talk to Goku when there were fewer annoyances around.

“So it’s settled then. Kakuto Geta Prince it is.” Goku said as he beamed a smile down at his sleeping son, who was still clutching his tail tightly.

He was going to be a great warrior, and unlike with Gohan and Goten, Goku was going to be able to raise his child his way. He’d be a true Saiyajin warrior, which was something Vegeta’s influence would insure.

He couldn’t be happier.

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TBC

There ya go; and extra long chapter for those who have been so patient :)