Try Again.
Chapter 8
Pairings - Vegeta x Goku
Author - CrimsonTide
A/N - As most of you know, I wrote this story YEARS ago and I wondered for a long time if I should re-write this particular chapter. Then I thought... NAHH!! SO, warnings - OOC. This chapter is meant to be funny, NOT serious. There's enough seriousness in this ficcy as it is. I wanted to write a different reaction to this situation than everyone else usually does... and I guess this is what I got. ehehe... So, ONWARD!
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CHAPTER 8
One month later…
Vegeta grinned as his fist connected with Goku’s jaw, only to be countered by the other Saiyajin with a punch of his own. Delicious pain shot threw the prince’s body, fueling his adrenaline and pushing his body to higher levels. For the first time in a couple weeks Goku was giving Vegeta a decent spar, though the younger Saiyajin still seemed a little more defensive rather than offensive.
Vegeta broke away from his thoughts and focused on the man before him as he gathered his ki and concentrated it into his palms. An evil smirk formed over the prince’s face as thoughts of victory came to mind, and he brought his glowing hands to his sparring partner’s mid-section. The younger Saiyajin had gotten far too close at the wrong time, and now he’d lose this particular match.
Goku’s eyes widened when Vegeta brought a ki attack directly to his stomach, stunning him to the point he froze, his eyes wide. Of all the places to take a hit, that was not the best at the moment.
“Vegeta!! Wait!!”
“Too late, Kakarotto! Don’t be a sore loser!”
Vegeta laughed as he released his attack at pointblank range. He didn’t see the fear in his mate’s eyes until it was too late, and a second later, Goku disappeared in a burst of light, followed by clouds of smoke his burning gi produced. The prince saw no reason for the fear he had seen. The attack he used wasn’t enough to do any serious damage. The worst the other Saiyajin might suffer would be a slight burn.
Vegeta descended through the smoke and landed a few feet away from his mate, who was currently crouched on the ground with his arms wrapped around his mid-section. The younger man was breathing heavily and his body seemed to shudder with each intake of air.
“Kakarotto, get up! I didn’t hit you that hard!”
“I… I need to see Bulma.”
Vegeta raised an eyebrow. “What, now??”
“NOW!” Goku suddenly shouted, glaring up at the startled prince.
Vegeta growled in annoyance and pulled the other warrior to his feet, pulling his arm around his shoulders to support his weight. A second later, Goku raised his fingers to his forehead and they disappeared.
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Bulma and Goku both watched a black and white screen as an ultrasound was performed to check on the unborn child within the Saiyajin. The chibi was developing much faster than a human baby, and it was estimated that it might be born within the next three to four months. Goku’s stomach was already beginning to become more and more rounded by the day.
“So??” the Saiyajin asked anxiously. He couldn’t make out what the hell he was looking at on the screen in front of him.
Bulma’s eyebrows were taut as she studied the pictures, guiding the ultrasound over Goku’s stomach. “The heartbeat is still strong, and according to the x-rays, its bones look intact… It seems like everything is fine.”
Both of the room’s occupants let out a sigh of relief, but they only sucked it back in when the door swung open.
“Kakarotto!! Are you two going to be here all da---“ Vegeta’s pace slowed as he took in the scene before him. His mate was lying on a bed, his stomach was covered in gel, and Bulma was currently performing an ultrasound on him. Not only that, but X-rays hung on the walls displaying an unborn child. Both Goku and Bulma were frozen like a couple of deer caught in a pair of headlights.
“…Bulma… Tell me that you’re pregnant and Kakarotto just wanted to see what his lunch looked like after he ate it…”
The blue-haired woman swallowed and slowly shook her head, causing the prince to once again glance at the x-rays. Upon closer inspection, he could see tiny bones forming a tail. With wide eyes, the Saiyajin turned and looked at his mate, who, also upon closer inspection, had a slightly bulging belly. Vegeta struggled to say something, but failed and promptly fainted.
Goku stared at him for a moment before looking at a sweat-dropping Bulma.
“Ummm… I think now is a good time to tell him…”
He received a quick nod of agreement.
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“Vegeta? Are you awake yet??”
“Nnnnn….”
Goku jabbed the Saiyajin prince with his tail, hoping to bring him out of his unconscious state. But at the same time, he wanted to run away and hide. Goku hadn’t exactly wanted his mate to find out about the pregnancy by an x-ray after all.
Vegeta finally opened his eyes and blinked a few times as he focused his vision. He was confused at first as he looked up at his mate, who was staring down at him with a goofy smile on his face, but very slowly, he began to recall the reason for his sudden blackout.
With a gasp the prince sat up and fisted his hands in Goku’s shirt, pulling him close.
“Kakarotto… Are you really pregnant?”
The younger Saiyajin’s eyes shifted from side to side. “Ummmm…. No….”
Vegeta raised an eyebrow. “You’re not?”
“It… It was all just a dream…” Goku waved his hands around and ‘ooed and ahhed’ in an attempt to convince his mate that he was only dreaming, but a swift slap upside the head from Bulma brought that plan to an abrupt end.
“Oww…” the Saiyajin pouted as he rubbed his skull.
“Just tell him already!” the blue haired woman snapped as she rubbed her temples in annoyance. One should know when the jig is up.
Goku sighed and continued to pout as he slowly raised his eyes to those of his mate.
Vegeta’s hands were still fisted in his shirt, and he still looked unsure of the situation. “So are you or aren’t you?!”
The younger Saiyajin blinked. “Am I what?”
“Pregnant!!”
“No!”
*whack*
“Ow!! Bulma, you shouldn’t hit a pregnant person!” Goku snapped as he rubbed the newest lump on his head.
“So you are pregnant??!!” the prince cried.
“Yes, he is!” Bulma shouted before anyone else could reply.
“I AM?!” Goku shrieked. The Saiyajin ran around in a few small circles before running out of the room and down the hall as he screamed in horror.
Bulma and Vegeta were silent for a moment as they listened to Goku’s voice fade as he ran further and further away.
The blue haired woman chuckled as she turned to the Saiyajin. “Uh… The pregnancy is messing up his emotions a bit.”
The prince’s eyes widened. “So he IS pregnant then??!”
Bulma nodded.
“GREAT GALAXIES!!” Vegeta screamed in horror and ran down the same hall Goku had traveled before, his arms flailing in the air as he went.
Bulma sighed as she ran her hand slowly down her face. She could only imagine what the next few months would be like.
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A couple hours later, once all the screaming was over with… for now.
Vegeta and Goku were sitting in a quiet corner of Capsule Corp, each seated in a chair across from each other. There was only silence at the moment, aside from the steady ‘tic, toc’ of the Kuku clock on the wall.
Vegeta was the first to find his voice. “So….. You ARE pregnant?”
Goku nearly fell from his chair. “Yes!”
“Well I wanted to make sure!! I spent the last two hours on the brink of a heart attack and I’m fairly certain I stole a car and crashed it somewhere!”
The younger Saiyajin blinked. “What kind of car?”
This time Vegeta was the one to nearly fall from his chair. “That’s not important! Now why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
Goku poked his fingers together as he stared up at the ceiling. “T…Tell you what?”
The prince growled in annoyance as he dug his fingers into the arms of his chair. “That you’re pregnant!!”
“I am??!”
“KAKAROTTO!!”
Goku slouched in his chair as he sighed heavily. “Because I didn’t want anyone’s car to get stolen. And what did you do?? You stole a car, Vegeta! Shame on you!”
“How about the real reason? And shame on YOU! I saw that candy you stole from that kid out there!”
“Eh heh… Yeah, well it was my favorite kind…”
Vegeta glared at his mate, who was obviously going to make it as hard as possible for him to get any straight answers. He smirked as he stood and headed for the door.
Goku looked at him in confusion. “Where are you going?”
The prince paused. “You remember that promise I made you about not killing a certain ningen?”
The younger Saiyajin’s eyes narrowed.
“Well, I’m going back on that promise. UNLESS, you give me some straight answers!”
“Vegeta! That’s not fair!” Goku pouted.
“It’s perfectly fair!” The older man turned and opened the door before strolling down the long hallway. His stride was interrupted when Goku suddenly wrapped his arms around his left leg.
“No, wait! You can’t break your promise!!”
“Watch me!” Vegeta snarled as he continued to walk, dragging his mate along with him.
Goku made it even more difficult for him as he began to kick his feet. “Stop walking! Stop it! I’ll bite your ankles!!”
“You’ll do no such thing!” the prince snapped as he neared the steps. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot up his leg and Vegeta glanced down, only to see that his mate had actually bitten into his ankle and was showing no signs of letting go.
“Kakarotto! This is your last chance! Tell me, or else!”
Goku was silent for a moment before he slowly detached his teeth from the prince’s ankle. He mumbled something Vegeta couldn’t quite make out.
“What?”
“I said Yamcha might be the father.”
“I’LL KILL HIM!!”
Goku gasped as Vegeta powered up and went right through the ceiling.
“HEY!! YOU PROMISED!!” the Saiyajin shouted as he pointed an accusing finger at the prince, who was no more than a speck in the sky now. It took him a minute to realize that Vegeta couldn’t hear him and he quickly powered up and followed after his mate.
Bulma, who’d heard all the commotion, was just reaching the top of the stairs when Goku flew away, and she gawked at the large hole above her.
“MY CEILING!!!”
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Yamcha, who was still nursing his swollen eye, sighed as he leaned back on the couch and grasped his Nintendo controller in his hands. There was nothing like a good fighting game when you’re too lazy to do it for real.
He was just hitting the start button when the entire wall behind him suddenly reconstructed itself upon his couch, kicking dust and debris all over the living room.
“What the…”
The scarred ex-warrior pushed a few concrete slabs off his lap and spun around to the source of the destruction, which was none other than Vegeta, who, judging by his golden hair and burning teal eyes, wasn’t in a very good mood.
“Er, Vegeta! Hi, I…erm… wasn’t expecting you…”
The Saiyajin prince’s fists clenched as he glared at the dust-covered man. “Well I don’t normally call ahead before I murder someone!!”
Yamcha’s eyes widened as another wave of ki washed over him, and he swallowed audibly. It looked as if the Saiyajin would launch at any moment. Lucky for him, someone else was there.
“Vegeta!” Goku shouted as he appeared through the enormous hole in the wall. The younger Saiyajin took a second to assess the situation before moving between the prince and ningen. “You can’t kill him! What if he’s the father??!”
Vegeta glared at his mate. “If that’s the case then I’ll be doing the kid a favor by ridding it of a huge embarrassment! Now get out of my way!”
Before Goku could protest further, the prince brushed him aside and advanced of a very horrified Yamcha, but before the Saiyajin could reach the frozen ningen, a sharp pain traveled up his leg, causing him to pause.
“… Damn it, Kakarotto!! Stop biting my ankles!!”
The younger Saiyajin glared up at the other man from where he was latched into his leg. “Not until you stop your murderous rampage!”
Vegeta growled as he looked between Goku and Yamcha. His mate was now sporting the largest set of puppy-dog eyes he’d ever witnessed, but the ningen was looking so damn killable at the moment too!
“Kuso!!” the prince shouted as he powered down and took a less aggressive stance. Goku smiled and let go of his leg as he stood, and Yamcha finally remembered to breathe.
Silence lingered for a moment.
“Can I at least break some of his bones?” Vegeta asked, looking hopefully at his mate, who actually looked as if he were considering it for a moment.
“Mmm… No.”
The prince folded his arms and huffed in annoyance.
“But… You can give him a matching black eye.”
Yamcha gasped and looked from Goku to Vegeta, who was smirking evilly and cracking his knuckles. That was the last thing he saw before a curtain of black enveloped him.
“Vegeta… Is that blood coming from his ears?”
“Hn. Let’s get something to eat, Kakarotto.”
“Ok!”
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Vegeta grinned as he watched his mate devour plate after plate of food faster than the waitresses could bring them to the table. They’d certainly gained the attention of most the other customers within the restaurant, and some were even turned away due to lack of food. But it was obvious they were more than welcome, because the manager would constantly check on the two customers paying his brat’s way through college.
“Kakarotto, are you even chewing?”
Goku blinked as he slurped a few noodles up, flinching as one flicked him in the nose before disappearing into his mouth. He chuckled as he rubbed the back of his head, though he used his other hand to grab a roll from a plate. “Heh, sorry. I just haven’t eaten in almost two hours!”
Vegeta raised an eyebrow as the other Saiyajin attacked a new round of food that was being set on the table. Even for Goku, it was quite a bit to handle in one sitting. On the other hand, the other Saiyajin was eating for two now. The prince grinned at the thought as he continued eating. Pure blooded Saiyajin or not, the kid definitely had an appetite.
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Goku hummed happily to himself as he waved his tail around behind him. “That was great, Vegeta!”
“Hn.” The prince closed the door behind him as he glanced down at the bill he’d received after the meal. It was a good thing for him he swiped Bulma’s credit card. He smirked as he balled up and tossed the receipt over his shoulder.
“That was a costly meal, Kakarotto. I think you owe me something.”
Goku blinked and looked back at his mate, who had a smirk on his lips. The younger Saiyajin imitated the expression as he wrapped his arms around the prince. A soft purr erupted from his chest as their lips met and their tongues began to duel.
“Goku!”
The Saiyajins gasped and turned to the source of the voice, which was none other than ChiChi. Her eyes were wide from what she’d just seen.
Vegeta growled when his mate took a small step away from him, obviously uncomfortable with the banshee’s gaze.
ChiChi’s eyes narrowed into a glare as she folded her arms. “So is what I hear true?”
“Is… Is what true?” Goku asked. The excitement from a few minutes ago seemed to have left him completely now.
“Are you pregnant?” the woman nearly growled as she looked between the two Saiyajins.
She received a quick nod.
“That’s so… unnatural…” ChiChi said as she scrunched her nose up slightly.
“It’s perfectly natural for a Saiyajin, woman! Is that what you came for?” Vegeta snapped in irritation.
The black-haired woman shot him another glare, but otherwise ignored him. “You’re going to have an abortion, aren’t you?”
Both Saiyajins looked at her as if she’d grown a second head.
“Of course not, ChiChi! Why would you even think I’d do something like that?!” Goku cried, obviously offended by the thoughtless question.
“It’s not right! This kid is going to hate you!”
Vegeta growled as he suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the woman by her arm.
“What are you doing?!” she shrieked as she was dragged to the door.
“Showing you the way out!” Vegeta snapped as he tossed the woman outside. Any protests were cut short as the prince slammed the door shut. He snorted as he brushed his gloved hands together and turned back to his mate, who was looking very miserable at the moment.
“Don’t listen to that bitch, Kakarotto. She’s insane.”
“Yeah, I know.” Goku sighed as he entered the living room and flopped down on the couch. His hand blindly searched the cushions before be found the remote and flipped the television on.
Vegeta frowned as his eyes went from the Saiyajin to the door. He wanted nothing more than to blast that banshee woman on the other side to hell, but he knew his ankles would suffer Goku’s wrath if he did such a thing.
The prince grumbled angrily under his breath and he slowly walked over to join the other Saiyajin on the couch.
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TBC
Told you Vegeta's reaction would be OOC and crazy. TAKE THAT!