More of Us
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Notes: Slash. M/M.
Oh, and I don’t own them.
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Vegeta
got up first, Bul Bulma, to find the appropriate accessories.
manufactured cribs strong enough to hold a Saiyan?—and the blankets and diapers
and all that annoying stuff was still in the lab. Goku was holding the babies, purring away while he tried to think
of another name—which, thankfully, looked like it was going to take hours.
“So,
everything went okay?” Bulma asked on the stairs.
“Obviously.”
“Gee,
Vegeta, don’t let fatherhood turn you into an ass, or anything.”
her head at him, but didn’t attempt to ask him anything further.
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that Vegeta would have answered her anyway.
There were just something things that were completely private, and the
nature of the birth of his children was one of those things.
first and hers second. He followed her
to the lab and graciously accepted the cribs, carried them back up the stairs,
two at a time, and she hauled the blankets and the sheets and other soft, easy
things. And while he positioned the
four cribs in the room, she made the beds inside, and hummed to herself.
but Vegeta didn’t like the fact that she was pregnant.
son—other than the fact that Trunks had thought he could touch Kakarot—but
because she was infringing on his mate’s territory. It was Kakarot’s duty and pride to be the mother, not Bulma’s.
Vegeta
watched her move around in his bedroom, and he didn’t like it.
from her and made his and Kakarot’s bed.
No need to have her inadvertently set off a turf war.
away. Once all the linens were in
place, Vegeta picked up his children, one by one, and with a trill in his
throat and a soft smile on his face, placed them in their cribs.
Once
unburdened, Goku tried to get up out of the mess of blankets he had made into a
nest—which was made difficult by the fact that he was naked—and yowled out in
pain. “Ow, ow ow!”
hands on his hips.
“What?”
Bulma asked—she wisely stepped back when Vegeta growled.
“I
think I broke my butt,” Goku said. “It
hurts.”
Vegeta
raised his eyebrows. “Broke your
butt? s"> What does your butt have to do
with anything?”
Bulma
cleared her throat, Vegeta turned to look at her. “He could have cracked his pelvic born. Guys aren’t exactly structured for giving birth.”
“Do
you have something that can fix it?”
“No.
near the door until Vegeta gave her a nasty look.
“I’m
going to carry him to the bath. When
you hear the water running you can take the blankets. Untiln.
OUT.” And Vegeta considered himself
very rational for having been so polite with her. He waited—impatiently—until she closed the door behind her, and
then he picked up his mate and carried him—whimpering all the way—to the
bathtub. He held him with one arm and
used his free hand to toss a towel in the bottom the hard tub, then set his
mate on the towel—for cushioning his abused pelvic bone—and turned the warm
water on. The sh fil filled the room
with steam, and Goku started purr.
“Feels
good,” he said.
Vegeta
kissed him. Felt the water all over
him, dampening his hair, and stared at Goku as the man smiled and purred.
life, he said: “Thank you.”
“What
about Gogeta?” Goku asked.
“If
that is a name that you like,” Vegeta said.
He reached for the soap and washed away the sweat and blood from his
mate, trilled for him, and felt a sort of contentment in being able to show
such affection that he would never have before.
“Your
welcome,” Goku said. He wrapped one of
his arms around Vegeta’s shoulders, kissed his face everywhere he could.
Vegeta
turned the water off, slid out of his mate’s grasp and grabbed one of the
oversized towels. He rubbed Goku dry,
and picked him up again, carried him back to the other room and laid him on the
bed. As hetructructed Bulma had removed
the dirty nest. “Sleep now,” he
instructed.
~~~~~***
woke up two hours later, perked his head up like a mother deer, and even before
Vegeta could move off the bed, Goku was at the crib side of Bardock just as the
baby rose his fists into the air and started to wail. He picked him up, nestled him to his chest and smiled when the
little boy began to drink. Of all the
things Goku imagined he would one day do, being a mother was never on that
list. He thanked every ounce of his
naiveté and his stupidity that made him make a wish. He thanked the dragon and Vegeta and everything, because right
here in his arms was what he had wanted for all his life.
Vegeta
gave him a stare, and then sighed.
“Pants first.” And Vegeta pulled
a pair of soft, plain colored pants down, held them as Goku stepped into
them—painfully, because his butt really hurthurt a lot—and when they were
secured around his waist, Vegeta left to find Gohan.
Goku
sat on the bed and watched as his second oldest son fell asleep and stopped
sucking. Little face went lax.
nose—resembling a monkey a little—tiny lips.
His tail had wiggled out of the onesie, and was wrapped around Goku’s
wrist. It was so thin, and tiny and
frail. He held for only a moment before
laying him back down, because the others would wake up now and make their
hunger known—which reminded Goku that he was actually really hungry too.
Little
Gogeta—Goku grinned because the name was as close to naming one of their sons
Vegeta as he knew he was going to get—was the next to start crying.
stopped screaming and started sucking, Gohan and Vegeta were back.
looked down into his little brother’s face.
“Three
brothers?” he asked.
“And
a sister,” Goku added.
“Wow,
Dad.” There was silence for a moment
and then Gohan said: “I guess I should call you Mom now.”
Vegeta
moved to the crib of the last unnamed little boy and picked him up.
father’s fist and tried to suck on his knuckles. Other than the taste of his father’s skin, he didn’t get what he
wanted, and quickly started to wail.
Which woke up Bulla, and Bardock, and there was a symphony of screaming.
“Gohan,”
Goku said calmly, “Get Bardock and rock him.”
He crossed the room, sat on the bed and purred.
then moved back to pick up Bulla.
“What
are their names?” Gohan asked as he picked up what he assumed to be—and hoped
to be—Bardock.
“Bardock,
Gogeta and Bulla. Vegeta has to name the
last one.” Goku leaned back against the
pillows, tried to shift to alleviate the pain and pressure on his pelvic
bone. He was so very glad that it was
at least another three years before he would have to got through that nonsense
again.
“I
am thinking about it, Kakarot.”
“Hey!”
Gohan said. “He bit me!”
and found—to his amazement that Bardock had wrapped his tail around Gohan’s
wrist and was hanging by his tail. A
smile on his face just like his mother’s and the baby gurgled and then screamed
in objection.
Vegeta
just laughed at him. “Be careful.
Gohan
held the baby far away from his body—just in case the little boy tried to do
anything else—and sighed. “I’m going to
go back to Piccolo now.” He put his
screaming little brother back in his crib, flew across thom tom to hug his
father and then left as fast as flying could carry him.
Vegeta
picked Bardock up and trilled for him.
“Takashi,” he said finally.
“How
often are they going to eat?” Goku asked.
He yawned, and traded Gogeta for Bulla.
Vegeta continued to trill for them until they had fallen asleep and he
put them back in their crib.
“Probably
every couple of hours,” Vegeta said.
Then he took Takashi—the youngest son—and put him back in the crib.
Goku
nodded sleepily and concentrated on staying awake while his daughter drank and
drifted back to sleep. Vegeta and Bulma
decided that the Trunks and Chichi’s baby would probably both be carried for
nine months. That gave them just about
eight months to get the hang of this parenthood thing before they were proud
papas to two new babies.
But
Goku was too tired to worry too much about it, and Bulla was asleep, so he
yawned, leaned back into the pillows and trusted Vegeta to wake him up when the
food was ready.
~~~~~****
Pathetically short chapter, I
know. But I’m skipping a few months
ahead. *prolly those eight months until
Trunks & Goten are born* Just so the parents can do that four months of no
sleep and dirty diapers period without you, the poor readers, having to deal
with the sap and the sleep deprivation.
I’ll recap anything humorous of course.
:)
Gk: My poor
butt.
Vegeta:
*sigh* I felt that same way.
Gk: *Deadly glare*
DID YOU GIVE BIRTH TO FOUR CHILDREN?
Because I can guarantee you that my dick is nothing compared to FOUR
BABIES!
Vegeta:
Hn. Whatever.
LadyLupin:
Hn.
be named Vegeta. And I like Mpregs, but
your right, they do seem to always get cut open. Which is why I gave mine the equipment to do it the old-fashion
way.
Mechanical Butterfly:
I was
worried everyone would be like: er, why are you describing the way babies are
born. But I guess I wasn’t right.
think it be called that.)
Hectate 18:
I have
trouble remembering my name all the way around. I used to wear a set of dog tags just to remember it.
Jaygoose:
Oh no.
your review yet, but she prob wil will.
Then’ll she nag you until you fess up!
CrazyGurl:
No lil’Vegeta
in this ficcie (yet) sorry. But I
really like the idea of one of them carrying on that name.
Naruto_Kenshin:
Sorry you
weren’t feeling good. I thought of
naming one of the kids Bardock way back at the second chapter.
them. *oi*
Kitkat:
Normally my
stories are all angst. The fact that
this one has ended up with a great sense of humor is a mystery to me.
doses to make the story good.
Pixy:
Yep.
in business. All those babies.
Getarian:
*imagines
Goku flashing the androids and the androids staring until Vegeta beat their
metal heads in for looking in the first place*
Yeah, that would work. But I don’t
think its something that Goku would think of right off the bat.
off in every single major battle he f ights…*
You’re welcome about the Paragraph, of course.
Luna:
I love ‘em
too. Never wrote a story with the two
of them in it. (in fact, between me and
you, this is the first DBZ thing I’ve ever written and the first Mpreg.)
I’m sure.