More of Us
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Notes: Slash. M/M.
Oh, and I don’t own them.
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Krillin had told
him, but Yamcha had to admit that he didn’t really believe the short bald one
until he arrived at Capsule Corp the next morning to find Chichi and Vegeta
arguing at the top of their lungs with Goku eating a whole cow—no kidding, it
was a whole cow.
“Which one of us
gave birth to a Saiyan?!” Chichi yelled.
“You are a
stupid earth woman! You will not be
there when my sons are born!” Vegeta yelled back.
“Fine,
then! Who’s going to explain to Goku
what’s going to happen? You?
Yamcha felt his heart
stop. He’d been dead before, so he knew
what it felt like. But he never thought
that a person could actually dieshocshock.
In fact, had Bulma not pushed her way past him to get into the kitchen
he could have very well died right there and gone to Otherworld without anyone
noticing a thing.
“Stop it!” Bulma
shrieked at the two of them. “Vegeta,
it’s five months away. Chichi, stop
yelling so loud, you’re giving me a headache.”
“Do you have any
chocolate?” Goku asked. He paused in
ripping charred flesh from bone long enough to look at Bulma with the pleading
dark eyes.
“Shohe bhe be
eating that much?” Chichi asked.
“He’s pregnant,”
Vegeta said. Then he crossed the
kitchen, managing not to turn his back to Chichi, and retrieved a stack of
chocolate bars. Then, as he sneered at
the woman, he returned to Goku’s side and dropped the candy in front of him on
the table.
“I was pregnant
too, and I didn’t eat that much.”
Yamcha only
realized his mouth was open when the drool dripped off his chin onto his
chest. He closed his mouth finally,
made a sort of strangled squeaking noise and then chuckled like a moron, felt
like an idiot, and then said: “So…
Congratulations!” And ran as
fast as he could to get away from the freak show.
~~~~*
Goku
unwrapped the chocolate and purred.
Just a quick little purr to let his mate know he was pleased with the
food he had been given. Over the past
twenty-four hours—since Goku woke up and realized that his three little
children had developed into four—Goku had learned that a little thank-you
purring went a long way. In fact, a
purr to thank Vegeta for giving him food generally made the Prince smile in a
patriarchal way and that in turn made Goku smile, and then everyone was smiling
and everyone was happy.
Then
Chichi had started talking about delivery.
Delivery of what exactly Goku had no idea. As it often happens, Goku got bored with listening to her, and
promptly turned to his mate to provide him with distraction and food.
like ‘labor’ and ‘birth’ and ‘nobody explained where babies come from to Goku’
and that made Goku start to think about it.
Because he knew that he was a boy and that that meant he was the one to
put the babies into women—like when he had sex with Chichi and Gohan was
made—but as he considered it nobody really explained how that worked
exactly. Something about mixing body
fluids or something and wham, bam, thank you, there was a baby.
Wait a minute, Goku paused in the middle of chewing a piece of
chocolate. If the babies started out
inside of him, how exactly do they come back out?
Then
he heard Chichi say things like “IV” and “Doctors” and “Hospital” and suddenly
Goku did not want to be pregnant anymore.
He choked, felt Vegeta look at him, and then, he managed to sputter:
“Hospital?!”
“Yes,
Goku, a hospital. What did you think
that the babies just appeared?”
“Woman,”
Vegeta growled, “Your continued existence is not necessary.”
something further but Goku shot to his feet and grabbed both of his shoulders.
“Vegeta!”
he screamed, “I don’t have to go to the hospital do I?”
Vegeta thought with a grimace, that getting the babies back out was not going
to be as nice as putting them in.
“No,
Kakarot,” he said.
“Vegeta,”
Goku said quieter, “How do they come out?”
And
Kami, Vegeta thought, why did he have to be the one to explain this to the
baka? Why wasn’t there someone else he
could hand the task off to?
Apparently
the prince should be careful what he asked for because Chichi opened her fat
mouth to say: “you have to give birth to them Goku. I assume you have the parts if you got pregnant.”
Goku’s
eyes widened impossibly. “They have to
come out down there?” he asked. His
hands were tightening on Vegeta’s shoulders, and the Prince was certain if Goku
got another shock he would in advertently shatter Vegeta’s shoulders.
“AT
ONCE?”
“No,”
Vegeta said calmly, “Not at once.
You’ll have time between each birth.”
Goku
let go of Vegeta’s shoulders, finally, and sat back down.
started to eat it. Vegeta took the
candy away from him and unwrapped it so the idiot didn’t eat the wrapping as
well. Then he looked at Chichi and
narrowed his eyes.
“Leave,”
Vegeta growled, “Get out of this house, out of this city and if I see you
anywhere her here I will not spare your life.”
Chichi
opened her mouth to object, but Bulma stepped in, wisely, and yanked the
dark-haired woman out of the kitchen before any mwordwords could be exchanged.
~~~~*
Trunks
stayed away from Goku and Vegeta.
Getting beaten into the ground by his father for hitting on his father’s
mate was not the reason he caack ack to the past. Of course, the past he thought he was returning to would have had
Vegeta be a heartless jerk that could not achieve Super Saiyan despite his
unhealthy fixation with it.
That
was not the past Trunks found himself in.
So he stayed away. Stayed on the
lookout with Dende and Piccolo and Gohan.
Trained with the chibi version of his future best friend, and thought
about how he should probably go back to the future. He had given Bulma the antidote, so there was really nothing he
could do here besides cause problems between Goku and Vegeta.
So
he left, without saying anything to anyone but Dende. He had done his part for the past, and it was up to them to make
the changes.
~~~~**
The
morning faded into the after, an, and then the evening, and as Vegeta laid on
the roof, with Goku at his side, he cursed that loud-mouthed woman.
unpleasant prospect of having to push the brats out. Every so often he would whimper and mumble something like: “I
didn’t know about thart” rt” or “Isn’t there some other way?” or “How
they come out?” and occasionally when the baka realized that somebody would
have to be between his legs watching the babies come out, he would say “I don’t
want anyone down there! That’s
personal!” Until Vegeta found it very
hard to believe that this was the same warrior that defeated Freiza.
“That’s
all five months away,” Vegeta said again.
an>“an>“Why?”
Vegeta looked at Goku,
raised an eyebrow in silent questionalizalizing even as he sat here and waited
for the question that it was going to be one of those questions that the
oblivious Saiyan asked that he should have already known the answer to.
“Why
does it take five months? Why can’t
they be born now?”
“Because,”
Vegeta said, “They aren’t even this big yet.”
He held up his fingers spread with less than an inch between them.
“Bigger?
“You
had a son, Kakarot, how big was he when he was born?”
“Huge!”
Goku yelled. “I can’t do that.
Vegeta
sighed again. Patted Goku on the back
and started to trill. It was like
purring, but it was more masculine, it was a comforting noise that soothed the
mate and allowed them to rest.
Kakarot—difficult as always—ignored him at first and continued to whine
about his unfortunate luck, but eventually, he settled down, purred in
response, and slowly fell asleep. For
the first time that day, Vegeta was left in peace, and the silence was like
heaven on his poor, abused ears.
Between Kakarot’s wailing and the harpy’s screeching, he wouldn’t be
surprised to find that he suffered permanent damage to his ears.
snort. The very imagine of an older him
standing in the middle of a battle with one hand to his ear attempting to hear
what was being said.
And
then, as a chuckle reluctantly rose from his chest, Vegeta realized, much to
his own horror, that he was actually getting a sense of humor.
had the potential to be his undoing.
Especially since he could not spar with the oversized Saiyan.
end with the four tiny developing Saiyans in his womb attacking with the full
force of their mother. Then Vegeta
started chuckling again, because Kakarot was going to be a mother.
Maybe,
Vegeta repressed the nightmarish shudder; he could spar with the brat.
months without fighting something. And
if he was going to be the father to Kakarot’s forthcoming brats he should at
least be civil to his oldest brat. Not
that Vegeta really wanted to. But the
kid was strong for his age. Vegeta
could teach him a few things that the stupid green alien had never seen
before. Besides, Gohan—since when he
start referring eopleople by their name—was a Saiyan and he should learn to
fight from a Saiyan.
Goku
mumbled something in his sleep and rolled over to curl up against Vegeta’s
side. He shivered, and Vegeta
begrudgingly accepted the fact that he needed to wake Goku up and move him
inside where it was warmer and more comfortable. He poked the man in the ribs until the sleepy black eyes
opened.
“We’re
going inside,” Vegeta said.
Goku
stud tod to his feet and followed Vegeta.
When they reached their room, Goku shed his clothes and crawled into the
bed, curled into a stack of pillows and immediately fell asleep again.
was like if you were truly so free from self-reproach.
other people thought of him. After Vegeta
slid out of his clothes, he slipped into bed and wrapped an arm around the larger
man’s waist. He could feel the warm
pulse of developing life under the man’s skin.
It was a comfort to Vegeta to know that even if he had done horrible
things his race wasn’t going to die out of existence. Goku’s stupid little wish seemed to be a much smarter thing than
anyone else could really understand.
Vegeta
smiled to himself, and with the sound of Goku’s purring in his ear, fell
asleep.
~~~~*
Awwwwwwww!
I NEED ONE NAME FOR A BOY. (a
name that Vegeta would come up with besides his own name.)
Vegeta: Because it didn’t really
happen>
>
Gk: And why did Trunks leave so suddenly?
Trunks: Because the author hasn’t seen that part of the DBZ saga and I
was really nothing more than a convenient plot twist to prove to Vegeta that he
was being a pigheaded asshole.
Gk: Huh?
Vegeta: He missed his mommy.
Trunspanspan style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I did not miss my mommy!
Vegeta: Riiiiiiight.
Gk: Vegeta.
Vegeta: WHAT did you DO?!
Gk: *Grin*
LadyLupin:
Well, It’s good to know I haven’t lost my hand at
lemons. I figured it wasn’t that good.
Mechanical Butterfly:
Of course they’ll be at Capsule house.
conversation. But then I figured he’d
go back to his house eventually and wonder what happened.
big one) Yes. Once Vegeta makes up his
mind there is no turning back. So, now
that he’s decided to protect Goku…
Naruto Kenshin
Poor Geta. He
usually ends up on the bottom. When I
thought of this idea, one of the things I liked the most and was nervous about
was that Goku became slightly feminine and be the not-entirely-dominant
one. *this assumes that every ‘mating’
has a dominant and submissive partner.*
Poor Goku. Just think if Vegeta
hadn’t been a jerk, and they had been screwing like bunnies the whole
forty-eight hours! (For every orgasm
Goku has, he gets pregnant again.)
Jaygoose
I like Goten & Trunks. *ain’t sayin’ no more than that.* Thank you for reviewing all the time! I have a chapter finished a head of time always, and I have to
restrain myself from posting it. *just
to squeeze out all the reviews that I can… mwhahahah!*
Kitkat:
Sorry bout that.
I was going to put Trunks in it more, but the chibis in my mind weren’t
interested. *too busy getting’ it on*
Hectate 18
Yes. Pregnant
Goku is a funny Goku. I figured he
spent all of his time fighting as a child nobody really explained where babies
come from and the like. stuff as he gradually realizes these things.
Pixydust:
Yeeeaaaaah.
You’ll just have to keep readying to find out where Trunks comes
from. :)
Luna:
Just wait.
There is more lemon juicing.
*with two hunky, hormonal Saiyans like this, what else would there be?*