Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Chizzari-Bardock ❯ Birth ( Chapter 7 )

Things have gotten interesting. Yep. The boy's gotten… well, not bigger, really, but he's got to be getting close. You can tell he's pregnant if you look hard enough. And I've another on the way as well. Wasn't being careful enough… hell, when am I ever careful when it comes to sex?

Doesn't really matter. I mated her. I've got a mate. That's unusual for a chizzari, what's even more unusual is that my mate enjoys my orgy-fests as much as I do. Most mated pairs get beyond jealous if their mates stray, but Mato has been in on every fuckfest I've had since we mated. She's even initiated a few. It's been a hell of a lot of fun.

Course, she doesn't join in when Raditz or Prince Vegeta are involved. She just asks if I had a good time, then tries to screw me through the bed. Bitch is a powerhouse, she is. I love it.

My training has been going pretty well. My prince trains with me fairly often. I may actually be up to par before too much longer. That's good, 'cause I really can't wait to get out and wipe out a world or two again. Maybe purging a couple worlds will help me forget the shit I've been through.

Mato brought some friends over for the evening. Said they were a present for me. The woman is soooo good to me, I get a present like this nearly every night. But for now, relaxing in the tub is fine. There's something to be said for a group of women giving you a bath. It feels great… and I want it to continue awhile.

My son's shrieks break the enjoyable atmosphere. I'm out of the tub and in his quarters before I realize I've even moved - or grabbed the robe I shrug on. The girls follow me. It's a nightmare. My son's up, legs splayed, hanging onto the headboard for dear life, and screaming his fool head off. I just stand there, kind of frozen, and Mato suddenly takes over.

She sends Vegeta off to get some basins of hot water, then sends me to get a doctor. It hits me then, what's going on, and I run for Maternal as fast as I can. We've kept the pregnancy a secret, of course, and now I gotta get a doctor? I fly through the halls at my fastest pace, and slam through the door, panting hard. It doesn't take me long to snag a doctor, and we're back in the room.

Raditz is cursing up a hell of a storm. I'm impressed. Didn't know he knew that many languages, not to mention amount of curses. Which are getting increasingly creative, and seem to be aimed at Nappa. Come to think of it, the doctor's cursing too?

I look over at him, to find him sending one of my playmates after someone who knows about breeder births, and pawing through a huge book from his bag. I look at my son again - he's trying to rip the headboard apart - and find that Mato is in front of him. She's calm! How the hell can she be so calm? It's rather a shock when she has him lean forward and then sticks her fingers up his ass. I almost go over and ask her what the hell she thinks she's doing when I realize she's stroking his tail and that he seems to be calming down.

I have to grin when she starts ordering Vegeta around, and makes him help her clean the boy up. They must have finished fucking not long ago. But when Raditz yanks the headboard off the bed and half the wall comes down with it, it occurs to me that being elsewhere might be a good idea. Especially since he seems to think he should kill me for his current condition. There's a closet - I duck in and listen to the action.

Something that sounds like smashing rocks? And that sounded like rock against wood. The rock won. There's a sudden silence.

"What was that?" I hear my son ask.

"Neural block," a crisp voice answers. "Breeders have a tendency to go ballistic when the baby comes."

"How?"

"How what, chizzari?" The woman's a bitch, I can tell from her tone.

"How does it come?"

"Out your ass, child, through the hole that isn't meant to shove babies out of."

"Then why is it coming that way?"

"You'd rather it came out your dick?"

"Oh, no. This hurts bad enough!" I shudder. That was one image I could have done without, and it sounds like my son agrees.

"Woman. Answer the question."

"Breeders are rare, Prince Vegeta, and they breed true." Everyone turns to look at me, and I step sheepishly from the closet where I've been hiding. "The child he bears will be a breeder as well, if it is male."

"It is. Now answer the question."

"The rarity of breeders, and the fact that they rarely ever actually breed, makes information on them very sketchy, Highness." Raditz yelps as she pokes something up his butt. "The only reason I know where the child will come from is because I delivered him." She points at me.

"You're older than you look," I say in shock. Then dodge as she throws ones of the stones from the wall at my head. Probably not the best thing to have said. I'm usually better with women… but this is an odd situation.

"I was ten years old, you jackass! And got stuck in medical because of your damned breeder father. I wanted to kill things, not deliver frigging babies!" She turns to Vegeta, still fuming. "What little information there is says only that breeders always breed true from father to son. A breeding line will die out if a breeder produces only daughters, because the females do not pass those genes to their sons. A breeder can become pregnant only during times of great stress."

I find myself wondering who Raditz' mother is. They never did tell me, just brought him for the rite. "So, you get a true-bred breeder, stress him out, have a guy fuck him, and he gets pregnant. It is normal for there to be little or no change in the breeder's physical appearance. They are still capable of fighting or whatever they were doing before, and they turn into feral little shits when the babies come. That one's father destroyed the dungeon on the west side of the palace, he destroyed half the downtown pubs before this one was born, and this one wrecks the palace walls!"

"Who's my father?" I hear my son ask, at the same time I say, "What did you say?"

"Oh, that's right. You never knew the kid was breeder-born. One of the royal guard managed to knock you out. You'd already ripped your pants off by then, and he saw the kid's tail hanging out of your ass. Lucky for you, he wasn't a stupid man, and hauled you to maternity and yelled 'breeder birthing' at the top of his lungs. We had to cut the kid out of you, he was breech."

The boy and I stare at each other for what seems like an impossibly long time. I'm not his father, I'm his… mother? "I was not in bad shape!" I complain, finally getting a grip on the idea. "The last two, I couldn't even carry them to term. But he's twenty-nine! I was having a ball back when he was born!"

"Then maybe you better figure out what you were doing seven months before then," the woman snaps, and pokes whatever it was up the boy's ass again. "Ah, there he is. Coming as he should. You should be feeling that shortly."

"Why will I feel that if I can't feel the pain anymore?" I start pacing, a frown on my face. I look at Raditz, stare at the ceiling, and starts another circuit, listening to the conversation continue as I try to make out how I came to have Raditz.

Mato answers. "Because, honey, you have to be able to feel the baby in order to push it the rest of the way out. The block's only to get you past the worst of the pain. It wears off gradually, so that you start feeling where the baby is and can help it out. It's designed to wear off completely about an hour after administered."

"And how do you know that?" the nasty doctor woman snaps.

"I've given birth to six children. The seventh is coming along nicely. And according to what you just said, it just may be a breeder like his father."

I can feel my son look at me. I'm still pacing, though, and realize I'm muttering to myself as I work out what happened.

"You're too calm to have fucked my dad." An inane thing to say, considering that she's stark naked and came running from my room when he started screaming. I grabbed a robe!

She starts laughing, and pats Raditz' shoulder. "There, starting to fade, is it? Your father is a marvelous lover, Raditz."

I grin at the praise, my mind still only half there as she presses up against my son and starts ordering people around.

"Father, if you don't claim her, I'm going to kill you."

"You're already planning to kill me. Something about a knife up my ass." I stop pacing abruptly, feeling the blood drain from my face. I leap up on the bed, grabbing Raditz' hair and forcing his face to the sunlight pouring through the broken wall. "Oh, holy hells. The hair's from my father, but you're definitely Toma's kid."

"Toma?"

"We came back from a rough mission, got shit-faced drunk, and screwed each other's brains out. I got in the tank the next day."

"You always do that." His thoughts are suddenly obviously not on me. "You said the shit wouldn't wear off until an hour after!"

I keep trying to explain about my relationship with Toma. "This was different! I was still tore up, hadn't been tanked yet!" It seems like a good idea to shut up when Mato glares at me, then shoves her fingers up inside Raditz again.

Especially when she says, "Yes. The child is nearly born. You have only to push, very hard."

I can tell when he does. Blood gushes over the bed, and something large drops onto the bed. He collapses into my arms. "If you ever bring your dick anywhere near my ass again, I will rip it off and feed it to you," he tells me, quite clearly. Then there is a faint cry. He turns, and I help him get comfortable. "Bloody hells, what a mess!"

I have to agree, even as he reaches out to pick up our son and examine him. The baby squalls indignantly, and Mato hands me a washcloth. Raditz starts cleaning the kid with it, but soon pulls the baby close, and start licking. I hear the women make disgusted noises, and then find myself licking our son as well. It just seems right.

He stops crying, a good thing… kid's got a hell of a wail. Between us, we get all the ick cleaned off him. Raditz gets up on his knees again, and another gush of blood floods the bed. Something else plops onto it. Whatever it is, it attached to my kid. And it's disgusting. I watch as Raditz chews the ropey part, so that the crap isn't attached anymore, then licks the wound clean.

My attention is caught by the blobby thing. Without thinking, I pick it up and rip a hunk out of it, chewing. And feed it to my son. Raditz does the same, and the boy takes the stuff eagerly. I can hear the women, they keep saying that what we are doing is NOT appropriate. When he refuses more, Raditz eats the rest. One of them flees, retching, and I look up. Glaring and growling, I drive the other women out as well, Mato included. They don't belong here.

I stand guard at the door, refusing to let anyone enter. I know the boy is trying to clean himself up now, and feel that I should help. But these shouldn't be allowed in, and I must guard. The small one… something clicks in my mind and I move aside even as my son tells me to let him enter. He tends to my sons, cleaning them, changing the sheets and taking the elder something to drink.

He asks Raditz what the boy's name is. I glance back, catching his gaze before it lowers to the miniature me he holds. "His name is Turles."

Turles. It's a good name. I nod once, then realize I should just shut and lock the door. So I do, and join my sons and my master on the bed. Raditz is exhausted from the birth, and it isn't much later that he falls asleep. Turles already has.

"He'll be shipped away, you know."

"Of course, my prince. Only royalty stay with their parents." Even so, I twine my tail around my younger son, realizing with amusement that the elder had done so the instant Vegeta finished speaking.

He stares at the tails wrapped around the baby, and his own joins them. "I have never seen a birth before."

"I don't remember Raditz' birth," I admit. "I never had much to do with him, but… it seems like I was… protective of him, after we became yours. I tried to draw Nappa from him, instead of trying to break him to his place as the least of your chizzari."

"He is my first."

I stare at him. Raditz was the last chosen for him. But, I'm not stupid. Raditz is the only one of us he took himself, the only one he had first claim on. He's also the only one of us that Vegeta is trying to mate. I've seen the wounds on his neck after they've been together. So I nod.

We talk for awhile, quietly. He will send the boy to a training facility elsewhere, will set it up with Zarbon. The boy should go to the crèche, should already be there, actually. But neither of us wants to take the child from his… mother. Not just yet. I find myself grinning, wondering how long 'not just yet' is going to turn out to be.

My son Raditz is the Prince's favorite, after all, and the Prince seems willing to do about anything for him. When he leaves the bed, I say only one thing. "Mato's my mate. She'll stay quiet."

He nods. I know that the other women will be dead by the time I leave my sons' quarters tomorrow, as well as both doctors. I'm pretty sure he already took care of them, though. As for Nappa… I sigh. He'll tell the king. My prince still needs that louse left alive. I wish I knew why.