Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Catch of the Day ❯ Chapter 15

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CATCH OF THE DAY: Chapter Fifteen

Disclaimer: Don't own anyone but Kage and the babies. Err...and I should have mentioned this in the other chapter with a song, but I don't own any songs in this. They all belong to David Pirner and the rest of the boys in Soul Asylum.


Vegeta lay on top of the covers, his arms under his head as he stared up at the ceiling. He had changed clothes earlier and was dressed in a white button up shirt and black spandex shorts. He didn't know why, but he felt a lot better than he had before. He was still depressed, it just wasn't as bad.
He sighed in a mixture of boredom and despondency and sat up. //Damn it, I need something to do,// he thought as his eyes focused on the CD player on the stand next to the bed.
He grabbed one the Soul Asylum CD's from the stack next to the machine and put it in, setting it for repeat shuffle. He couldn't help grinning as he heard the opening bars of the first song to start playing. //This one might have a bit more appropriate several days ago.//
He closed his eyes and began singing along, his tail slowly swaying in time to the music.
Bare foot and pregnant she tries not to bend
The ear of the doctor's not much of a friend
The doctor's on location missing his kids
And wondering where she went to live.
Spend time alone and look after your life.
Remember your loved ones, your boyfriends, your wives
And if you are lonely and she's lonely too,
Then she will stay lonely for you.
Yes she will stay lonely for you.
Come what may
Come some day
And she will stay lonely for you
Patiently waiting for taxis to come
To take you away from all you have become
The driver tells stories like he's your best friend
And you hope the ride never ends.
To all the ones who have got no one else.
Who keep their own time and look after themselves
Someday you'll meet someone lonely as you
And he will stay lonely for you
Yes he will stay lonely for you.
Come what may
Come some day
And I, I will stay lonely for you.
I will stay lonely for you.
...
Goten heard music coming from Vegeta's room and went to investigate. He froze when he heard the lyrics Vegeta was singing along with. He had discovered that Vegeta was a very good singer, but he was putting even more emotion into this particular song than usual.
//It's because the song fits,// he realized. //He's lonely and has been since Bulma died. Even with Trunks and Bra here.//
His eyes went wide as he thought of the half-breed girl. //Oh, no! We forgot!// he turned from the door and raced off to find the others.
...
Piccolo finished changing his daughter's diaper and carried the cooing infant back to her crib. He put her down and gazed at her, smiling slightly as he remembered the day she was born.
...
"Ooow!! Shit, this hurts!" Trunks hissed. He was sitting on the edge of one of the beds in the med lab, Gohan, Piccolo, Goku, Goten, Chi-Chi, and his father standing near by.
"Give him pain medication or something," Piccolo growled, glaring at Gohan.
"Don't...need any," Trunks gasped. "I've felt worse while fighting." Then he yelped as he was hit with another contraction.
Piccolo started growling low in his throat. His mate was in pain and no one wanted to do anything about it.
Vegeta snorted from where he was leaning against the wall and glared at Piccolo. "Shut up and quit complaining, Namek," he said. "My son does not need any pain medication. He's not a weakling."
Trunks yowled in pain as he experienced a particularly bad contraction. "Damn it, Piccolo, after this, you're getting neutered!!" he shrieked. Vegeta had to clamp a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing.
"Neutered?" Goku said, looking confused.
"Like when you take a dog to the vet to make it so it can't have puppies," Chi-Chi explained with a sigh. Goku was in one of his normal moods, but Gohan was prepared to intervene if he went nuts again and tried to do anything.
"Oooohhhh....." Goku said, his eyes widening as understanding dawned. He couldn't help snickering slightly.
Trunks turned to glare at him. "You'd be next, Goku," he snarled. He still hadn't forgiven him for everything he had done to his father.
Vegeta completely lost it at that point, sliding down the wall into a sitting position and laughing so hard tears appeared in the corners of his eyes. He glanced over at Trunks and the two exchanged evil, bloodthirsty grins.
Piccolo swallowed hard, his love and concern for Trunks battling against his sense of self-preservation.
"You...you wouldn't really do that, would you, Vegeta?" Goku asked, staring at the floor. He couldn't even look at the other Saiyan without feeling both horribly guilty and extremely possessive.
"Don't worry, Goku," Chi-Chi said. "I'd never let him do anything like that. Unless he was willing to let me help."
Vegeta looked at her, grinning ferally, his eyes gleaming. "You can hold him down, but I get to do the actual cutting."
Goku looked back and forth in alarm. "You wouldn't...."
Vegeta stood up and rummaged through some of the medical supplies in the room and pulled out a needle. He turned back to Goku, that sinister, gleefully evil look still on his face.
"Don't worry, Kakarot," he purred, tail swishing lazily behind him. We'd make sure to shot you up with some nice painkillers after."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH, NEEDLE!!!" Goku screamed, running from the room.
Vegeta laughed and took off after him, still holding the needle. Goten stared after them in shock for a few moments before following, not trusting his father alone with the smaller Saiyan.
Piccolo watched it all in bemusement before a piercing scream from Trunks caught his undivided attention. Piccolo's eyes widened and he paled when he saw blood appear on the white t-shirt the half Saiyan was wearing.
"Gohan!" he shouted, glaring at the older half-breed. He tried to look cool and collected, but he was panicking. Something was wrong. Trunks was bleeding. He and the baby were probably in danger of dying and no one seemed to care. He was beginning to hyperventilate.
"I see," Gohan said calmly, going over and laying Trunks down on the bed. "Calm down. It's just the pouch opening. He lifted the shirt to reveal a line where the skin and muscle beneath had split open.
Piccolo paled even more as Gohan forced one surgical gloved hand into the opening. Then his rolled up into the back of his head as he passed out.
He came to several minutes later to see Gohan holding a squirming child. The half-breed turned to look at him with a smile. Then he went over to him and placed the infant in his arms.
"Say hello to your daughter, Piccolo," Gohan said.
...
Piccolo snorted as he came back to the present. //I can't believe I did that.//
The door suddenly burst open and Goten came in, looking around wildly. "Where is everybody?" he demanded.
Piccolo frowned. "Your mother decided Goku needed to get out of the house. She had Gohan and Trunks go with them to keep him in line.
"Oh, no," Goten said, slumping against the doorframe. "I was hoping maybe they had gone to the airport."
"Airport?" Piccolo repeated, confused.
"Yeah. Today's the day when the girls are coming back from camp."
"Oh, shit," Piccolo spat.
"Exactly."
...
The last note of the song died out and Vegeta just sat there, his eyes closed. Then he slowly opened them, taking a shuddering breath as he switched off the CD player. //Damn, why the hell did I have to listen to that song?//
He winced a bit as he felt a slight, achy sensation in his chest. He slipped a hand under the shirt and gently pressed at the slight swelling around one of his nipples.
Olenji started crying and he looked over at her hesitantly. Usually someone left a bottle for her somewhere in the room, but he didn't see one at the moment. He walked over to the edge of her crib and peered down at her.
He glanced around nervously, as if expecting someone to appear out of nowhere, then quickly unbuttoned his shirt halfway down. He lifted Olenji and held the girl against him, gently pressing her to his chest.
It hurt at first when she started to nurse, then began to feel weirdly pleasant. He closed his eyes as he felt all of the pent up tension in his body drained away. He would never let anyone catch him doing this, but it felt nice. Like it was right somehow.
"Besides," he muttered. "She's a Saiyan princess, she's too good for that human baby formula."
...
Goten went back to Vegeta's room, wondering how they were going to deal with the girls coming back. Bra was and always had been a major daddy's girl, there was no telling how she'd react to what had happened. //Probably in an extremely violent manner.//
He silently opened the door and froze at what he saw. Vegeta was standing next to Olenji's crib, apparently nursing her. He looked more relaxed then Goten had seen him in weeks and his tail was slowly swaying behind him as he softly purred.
Goten remembered what had happened when he had caught Trunks doing the same thing. The slightly older young man had been sitting in his room nursing Ocarina, sing snatches of songs off-key and talking to her in goofy baby talk. Goten had burst out laughing, thinking the sight of a man nursing a child was incredibly funny.

With Trunks it had been. With Vegeta it seemed like one of the sweetest things he had ever seen.
He slowly backed out, exiting the room as quietly as he had entered, leaving them alone to bond.