Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Catch of the Day ❯ Chapter 9

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

CATCH OF THE DAY: Chapter Nine

Disclaimer: Don't own anyone but Kage-chan and the babies.
Warnings: Vegeta gets a little OOC in this chapter at times, but there's a reason for it. Trunks is also a little odd in this one, but it's for the same reason Vegeta is.


Vegeta slowly drifted toward wakefulness, vaguely aware of a wet, rough tongue gently licking the bruise on his cheek. He blinked his eyes open to see Kage-chan curled up on his pillow, lightly bathing his face with her small, pink tongue.
"Morning, cat," he muttered, scratching her ears. He sat up and looked at the figure curled up at the end of his bed, a small blanket on top of him. "Koneko, wake up, we have some plotting to do."
"Plotting?" Goten mumbled sleepily as he sat up.
"Yes. We have to get your mother to bond fully with Kakarot and force Trunks to tell who the father of his child is," Vegeta said, getting up and skipping to the closet. He pulled on a pair of pants then changed out of the long t-shirt and put another just like it on.
"How are we going to make Mom bond with Dad?" Goten asked, looking at Vegeta like he was crazy. Not because of the suggestion, but because the little Saiyan was bouncing around like a demented cheerleader.
Vegeta grinned at him. "You'll see."
...
"Hi, Mom," Goten said nervously, going into the kitchen where his mother was doing dishes.
"Hello, Got-" She was cut off as he hit her in the back of the head, knocking her out. He caught her before she could fall and took her to Vegeta's room, laying her down on the bed.
He turned away as Vegeta efficiently striped the woman and redressed her in something more appealing. A pair of tight blue jeans and a black turtle neck sweater.
//She's actually a fairly attractive woman,// Vegeta thought as he looked down at her.
"Let's get her into the bathroom," Vegeta ordered. Goten carefully picked her up and set her down on the toilet, steadying her.
Vegeta perched on the edge of the counter, holding one of Bulma's old makeup cases. He had Goten apply a light coat of foundation and some burgundy lipstick, then put a small amount of blush on each of her cheeks.
"It's a good thing I'm left handed," Vegeta muttered as he started on her eyes.
"Umm...Are you sure you should be doing this?" Goten asked. "Maybe we should get Videl."
Vegeta glared at him as he began putting beige eye shadow on the unconscious woman. "I did this for Bulma a lot that time that she broke her arm. I know what I'm doing."
He applied the navy eyeliner and mascara, then cocked his head to survey his handiwork. "Hmm. Needs some more work," he muttered. He unbound her long black hair and fluffed it out, then gave a low whistle. "Not bad."
Goten stared at his transformed mother in shock. "Wow."
"Ooooh, my head," Chi-Chi moaned suddenly, coming to.
"Sorry about that, Mom," Goten mumbled apologetically.
Chi-Chi crossed her arms and glared at them. "You'd better have a good explanation for this," she said icily.
Vegeta wordlessly handed her a small mirror. Chi-Chi snatched it and looked at herself, her jaw dropping in shock. "What? Why?"
"Goten, leave," Vegeta commanded.
"Huh?"
"Now. I want to talk to her privately."
Goten blinked. "Umm...Okay." He headed out the door, looking over his shoulder once before leaving.
"I want you to bond with that psychotic husband of yours so he'll leave me alone," he said bluntly once Goten was gone. He pulled a credit card out of his pocket and handed it to her. "This is one of Bulma's. Go out with him tonight. Spending time together will help when the time comes to bond."
"Goku is not psychotic," she said, taking the card.
Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest and just looked at her. "Oh, all right, he might temporarily be a little crazy right now," she muttered, taking a long look at some of the bruises her husband had left on the small prince. She knew there were a lot more hidden beneath his clothing.
She sighed and looked at the credit card in her hand. "You guys need me to stay here and cook."
"I've lived here by myself with Trunks and Bra for three years. I don't need some woman looking after me. And that daughter-in-law of yours is here."
"How do I bond with him?" she asked, giving in.
"You already have a partial bond with him. All you need to do is bite him or have him bite you. It will form a full bond between the two of you, the first one to bite most likely being dominant. Once that happens, the partial bond I have with him will disappear. That will leave me with just a partial bond to Goten, and one partial bond is easier to ignore."
Chi-Chi blinked. "If you want Goku to leave you alone, why don't you just bond fully with Goten?"
Vegeta stared at her like she had just asked what color grass was. "Are you insane, woman? He's just a boy."
She sighed. "Vegeta, much as I hate to admit it and wish he was still my little boy, Goten is eighteen. He's an adult."
"Hmmph. If I just wanted an adult to bond with, I might as well bond with you. There has to be a reason other than that."
"Okay, how about the fact that you love him?"
Vegeta just glared at her. "And what exactly makes you think I do?"
"If you don't care about him, why do you let him sleep in your room? And why do you call him koneko a lot? You don't give someone a pet name unless you care about them."
"Because I find it amusing," Vegeta muttered, not sounding the least bit convincing. His cheeks turned red from embarrassment.
He slid down from the counter and paced around the room a little, fidgeting nervously. Chi-Chi narrowed her eyes as she watched him. He was not acting normal today.
"Vegeta, just bond with Goten and get this all over with."
He whirled to face her, baring his teeth in a vicious snarl. "Don't tell me what to do, woman. If you want to get Kakarot back, your going to have to make yourself more interesting then another full-blooded Saiyan, so concentrate on that, not on some imagined relationship between me and your brat."
"I don't see why I should have to play dress up to attract my own husband. He's only interested in you because of that stupid bond, and you could get rid of it by fully bonding to Goten."
"Oh shut up, you shrew. You're just jealous because Kakarot thinks I'm a better lay than you are."
Chi-Chi's eyes flared with anger and she had already lifted her hand to slap him when something occurred to her. That had been a nasty comment even by his standards. She lowered her hand, her eyes narrowed as she looked at him. He had gone from nervy to vicious awfully fast.
"Vegeta, have you been doing, saying, or feeling things that seemed strange later and that you couldn't figure out?"
He blinked at her, remembering the weird skipping episode from earlier. He nodded slowly.
"I think you're starting to have mood swings," she said with a sigh. "Heaven help us all."
Vegeta glared at her and stalked out of the room. //I plan on forming a full bond with Goku, Vegeta, but until after you've been forced to admit your feelings for my son,// she thought.
She didn't really like the idea of them together, but she wanted Goten to be happy. She didn't understand why, but being with Vegeta made him that way, so she'd do her best to get them together.
...
"If neither you or Goku are the father of Trunks's baby, who is?" Videl asked. She and Gohan were in their room, having a much-needed discussion.
"I have a suspicion. If I'm right, it would explain why the baby is developing so fast. At this rate it will be born in only two months rather than four. I was trying to get him to tell me when Vegeta brought Dad home."
Videl frowned a bit at the mention of Vegeta. "Why isn't Trunks's power level that low? It only dropped to around Piccolo's level while Vegeta is actually a little below your mother."
"Vegeta was originally carrying triplets, remember? Two of them...died..., but his power level never went back up after being drained so much."
"Gohan, will you end up going into heat too?" Videl asked worriedly
He shook his head. "The only half Saiyan who has it as a dominant trait is Bra. It was even recessive in Trunks. He wasn't consciously affected by Vegeta's scent, but it was enough to convince his body to go into heat at the next full moon. And even if Goten or I did go into heat, we didn't inherit the necessary equipment to get pregnant."
"Why hasn't your father gone into heat?"
"Pure luck. Apparently full-blooded Saiyans have an eight year cycle. Dad's always been either badly injured or dead when it was time for his cycle. But I don't think he'll be getting out of it this year. Hopefully he'll bond with Mom when it happens and everything will go back to normal."
"Normal. I think I've forgotten what that is," Videl said. Gohan put his arms around her, leaning his head in close to kiss her.
At that point Goten poked his head into the room. "Gohan, Videl, come to the living room, we're going to try to get Trunks to talk."
They glanced at each other, then followed the young half-breed down the stairs.
...

"Come on, Trunks, you can't keep it a secret forever," Gohan said. They had been trying to get him to talk for the past ten minutes. "Who's the father?"
"Hmmph. The brat probably got knocked up by some farmer and is ashamed," Vegeta said from where he was perched on the back of the couch.
"I did not!" Trunks snarled, glaring at his father.
"Then tell us who, Trunks," Goten said.
Trunks glared at him then. //I wanted it to be you,// he thought. "Piccolo," he muttered.
"Thought so," Gohan said, sounding a bit smug.
Vegeta got a very odd expression on his face, then burst out laughing. "You...you and the Namek?"
He threw back his head and howled with laughter. He lost his balance suddenly and fell back behind the couch with a thump.
Goten immediately ran to him and knelt, scooping him into his arms. Vegeta leaned his head against the boy's chest, laughing helplessly. Tears were running down his cheeks.
Goten put his arms around him, basking in the feeling of the small, warm body cuddled against him. He wondered if Vegeta would ever let him hold him like this again. Ever since he had cuddled with him the day Goku had first hit him, Vegeta had carefully avoided any real physical contact with Goten.
"Wow, that's the same reaction I had to finding out that Bulma and Vegeta were Trunks's parents," Goku said. Everyone was watching him warily even though he seemed normal at the moment.
"It's not that funny," Trunks growled, ignoring Goku and glaring at the back of the couch.
"Yes...it is," Vegeta managed to gasp out. Then he started coughing. Trunks grumbled something under his breath and stalked out of the room.
Vegeta finally got a hold of himself and seemed to realize where he was. "Let me go, Koneko," he said, struggling away from him.
Goten swallowed and let him go, helping him to his feet.
...
Vegeta went into the kitchen and got out some pans to start making spaghetti, munching a little bit on the raw hamburger as he put it in the skillet. Then he put a Soul Asylum CD into the kitchen CD player and set it to repeat shuffle. He sang along with the words as he cooked, his voice surprisingly pleasant.
She walks into the outhouse
The cold night breathes into her face
The flies are standing still now
The moon it spills through the place
And she starts wondering what's it like
To be liked by everyone and like everyone
Be just like anyone who just wants to be so
Just like anyone...just like anyone.
She reaches through the darkness
Her fingers touch the porcelain seat
She spins and pulls her pants down
The cold air holds her like a thief
She starts wondering what do they mean
Do they just mean to be mean
And thinking about the scene
Do they just want to be seen
Trying not to seem so
Just like anyone...just like anyone
The door comes screeching open
She walks into the evening air
She disappears in the darkness
All that's left is the faint smell of her hair.
She's done wondering what's it like
To be liked by everyone and like everyone
Be just like anyone who just wants to be so
Just like anyone...just like anyone.
And wondering what do they mean
Do they just mean to be mean
And thinking about the scene
Do they just want to be seen
Trying not to seem so
Just like anyone...just like anyone
...
Goten stood in the doorway of the kitchen gawking. Vegeta was cooking and singing and dancing along with some song. And strangely enough he seemed to be pretty good at all three, though it was very strange hearing a pregnant male alien sing along to a song about a social outcast idly wondering what it would be like to be like everyone else.
//And he's not bad at dancing either,// he thought, watching the lithe body appreciatively.
"Hi, Koneko," Vegeta chirped, turning to look at him as the song ended.
Goten jaw dropped in shock. Vegeta did not chirp. "Umm...Vegeta, are you feeling all right?"
"Of course I am," he snapped, suddenly seeming back to normal.
Goten blinked and shook his head, remembering what his mother had told him about Vegeta having mood swings. //Only Vegeta would have perkiness as a mood swing,// he thought in amusement.

...
Trunks flew to the cave where he had last seen Piccolo. He needed to talk to him as soon as possible. He located the Namek's ki, and headed toward it, landing near where he was meditating above a lake.
"Hello, Trunks," he said, not even bothering to open his eyes.
"Piccolo, we...we need to talk," Trunks said, sounding like he was about to cry.
"What is it, Trunks?" he asked, sounding concerned as he went over to him.
Trunks gave a shaky laugh. "Remember what I was saying about you probably not being able to get me pregnant? I was wrong."
Piccolo's eyes got wide and he backed away a little. "You mean you're..."
Trunks nodded, tears starting to spill from his eyes. "I...I know you don't care about me or the baby, but I thought you should know."
He turned to leave, then found himself caught in a fierce hug. Piccolo pulled him against him, gently petting the soft, purple hair. Then he tilted his head up to give him a tender kiss.
"I care about you both a great deal. It was just a bit of a shock to find out that I'm going to be a father."
"You really do care?" Trunks asked a little uncertainly.
Piccolo kissed him again, his hands sliding over his body, making the half-breed moan. He turned him around so that his back was pressed to him and slid a hand down to lightly caress the gentle swelling at his lower belly.
Trunks twisted in his grip and pulled his head down for another kiss. He was lost in the electric contact of their dueling tongues and barely noticed as Piccolo stripped them both of their clothes and lowered him to the ground.
Piccolo broke off the kiss and sucked on two fingers, gently sliding them into his young lover. Trunks moaned softly as the probing digits brushed his prostate, making hot pleasure surge though his body. Then his thighs were spread wider and the fingers were replaced by Piccolo's hot length.
"Oh, yes," Trunks hissed, bucking up against him. He pulled Piccolo's head down, lapping at the Namek's neck. He followed instinct as it prompted him to sink his teeth in. Images and thoughts rushed through his mind, and he could suddenly feel the pleasure Piccolo was getting from thrusting into him as well as his own pleasure.
He lapped at the hot purple blood, enjoying the odd, alien taste of it. Then he pulled away and pressed Piccolo's face against his own neck. Piccolo took this as a cue and sank his sharp teeth into the boy's throat. Thick, sweet blood poured into his mouth as Trunks's memories and feelings poured into his mind.
//What's going on?// he managed to wonder before what Trunks was feeling hit him full force. Then there was no room for thoughts as they shared the amazing sensations flooding through them, temporarily one in both body and mind.