Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Chizzari-Raditz ❯ Birth ( Chapter 9 )
The pain intensifies, but the position feels right, so I stay that way, screaming my head off. Bardock and his women have come tumbling into the room, and Nappa, who has been obeying the orders to stay in his room - Vegeta broke both his legs and wouldn't put him in a tank - opens his door to find out what's wrong.
One of the women has had a child before. I thank the gods as she takes over, ordering even Vegeta to do things that make no sense to me. Bardock pales, then darts out the door, following orders to fetch one of the doctors from Maternity. There is a moment of mass confusion when everyone realizes that no one knows how a bearer delivers the child. Another pain hits me, and I begin a steady litany of every foul word I know, in every language I have any knowledge of.
I know enough of those that the doctor arrives before I have finished, and even Nappa is beginning to look impressed. I can see him from where I am trying to rip the headboard to shreds with each contraction, and switch to creative cursing instead. Since every curse is directed at him, it is a pleasure when I see him slam his door. Then I concentrate on the agony wracking my body, ignoring the doctor who has discovered that his patient is a male, not a female.
His creative cursing joins mine, and he sends one of the women away again to bring back someone who has actually dealt with a breeder before. While he waits for her to return, he paws through the pages of an enormous book that he pulls from the bag of instruments he brought.
The woman who has had a child is in front of me know. I focus on her because she is the only one in the room who seems to be remotely calm. She asks me if the pain is coming in waves. I tell her yes. She ask if it seems to be moving in any particular direction. I promptly tell her it feels like I'm trying to shit Nappa out of my ass.
She is the one who tells me to lean forward, and she is the one who examines my rear, not the doctor. She strokes my tail, somehow managing to time the strokes with the waves of pain, and negates them a little. She has Vegeta give her one of the hot washcloths he has gotten ready, and presses it against my anus.
I yelp, squirming to get away while she very determinedly cleans the semen that Vegeta missed off of me. The pains are worse since I've leaned forward, so I get back up on my knees and go back to seeing if I can break the headboard off the bed. It's made with chaining Saiyans to the bed in mind, so I'm not having a lot of luck.
My luck changes with the next pain. I scream so loudly that I can feel my throat tear, and rip the headboard away. That's when I discover it had been fastened to the wall as well, because part of it collapses on me as well. I just keep screaming, pushing my power to its limited limits, trying to get away from that damned PAIN!
Bardock has disappeared, probably something to do with the screaming I am doing about how I am going to kill him for this. I smash the rocks that have collapsed around me, or throw them aside, not really caring who I hit or if I hit someone. Then again… my aim improves, the broken pieces of the wall aimed straight for Nappa's door and battering it down.
Someone presses something against my neck, and my hand wraps around her throat. I blink. "What was that?"
"Neural block," a crisp voice answers. It is the doctor the other one sent for. A Saiyan, thankfully, a female in the last stages of her own pregnancy. "Breeders have a tendency to go ballistic when the baby comes."
"How?" I ask.
"How what, chizzari?"
"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 exclaim. That was one image I could have done without!
"Woman. Answer the question."
She turns, and I can see the retort die on her lips when she recognizes Vegeta. "Breeders are rare, Prince Vegeta, and they breed true." Everyone turns to look at my father, who steps sheepishly from the closet where he's 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." I yelp as she pokes something up my butt, then wonder why I can feel that and not the agony that had just been accosting me. "The only reason I know where the child will come from is because I delivered him." She points at my father.
"You're older than you look," Father says in shock. Then dodges as she throws ones of the stones from the wall at his head. My father's an idiot.
"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."
It occurs to me suddenly that I've never met my mother, but I decide not to interrupt the woman. "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?" It's the only thing I can think of to say into the sudden silence, at the same time my non-father says, "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."
My father and I stare at each other for what seems like an impossibly long time. He's not my father, he's my… mother? "I was not in bad shape!" he complains finally. "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 my ass again. "Ah, there he is. Coming as he should. You should be feeling that shortly."
My father is pacing, a frown on his face. He looks at me, stares at the ceiling, and starts another circuit. "Why will I feel that if I can't feel the pain anymore?"
It is the woman still stroking my tail who 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 look over my shoulder at her, then look at my father. He's still pacing, muttering to himself now. I look back at her. "You're too calm to have fucked my dad." An inane thing to say, considering that she's stark naked and came running from his room when I started screaming. Father at least grabbed a robe. OW!
She starts laughing as I suck in my breath. The bitch was right, I am feeling the kid now. My sib's mother notices, and pats my shoulder. "There, starting to fade, is it? Your father is a marvelous lover, Raditz."
Well, yeah, I know that. What that has to do with anything, I don't know, but it was probably something I said before I started feeling like I was trying to shit Nappa again. I moan, my sib's mother suddenly pressing herself against my back. She tells Vegeta to remove the doctors, as they will be of no further use, and then begins telling me how to breathe. I know how to breathe! She tells me to breathe how she says, and the pain won't be so bad.
Sounds good to me. I follow her lead, and discover she's right. "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." His pacing stops abruptly, his face becoming white. I almost don't notice, because I'm really starting to feel this kid coming. He's suddenly on the bed with me, pulling my hair and turning my face to the sunlight pouring in through the wall. "Oh, holy hells. The hair's from my father, but you're definitely Toma's kid."
"Toma?" I know Toma. He's my father's second on the team he was leading. And then I gasp with pain. Nice as it is to know, I really don't care right now.
"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." Ow. Ow ow owwowowowowoowowowowowowowooooooowwwwwwwwww! I really don't care, I don't I thought "You said the shit wouldn't wear off until an hour after!"
Her tail leaves mine as Father continues to babble about his relationship with Toma and how this was different because he hadn't tanked first. The next thing I know, she's probing me! "Yes. The child is nearly born. You have only to push, very hard."
Okay. I push. Blood gushes over the bed, and something large drops from my rear. I collapse onto my father. "If you ever bring your dick anywhere near my ass again, I will rip it off and feed it to you," I say quite clearly. Then there is a faint cry. I turn, my father helping me to get comfortable. "Bloody hells, what a mess!"
But I reach out and pick the boy up, examining fingers, toes, and tail. The baby squalls indignantly, and my sib's mom hands me a washcloth. I start cleaning the kid with it, but something seems wrong. So I pull the baby close, and start licking. I hear the women make disgusted noises, and then my father is licking our son as well.
He stops crying. That's good. Between us, we get all the ick cleaned off him, and yet something still seems wrong to me. For one thing, I'm still having those waves of pain. I rise up on my knees again, and another gush of blood floods from me. Something else plops onto the bed. Whatever it is, it attached to my kid. That isn't right. I follow the ropey part up to my son's stomach, and sink my teeth into it. It parts, and I chew it the rest of the way off, then lick the wound I've made until it stops bleeding.
Something prompts me to take a bite out of the thing. I chew it well, then feed the masticated mess to my son. My father is doing the same thing. Our son takes every bite we offer, swallows it down eagerly. The women are dismayed, apparently this is not something that happens when they give birth. We ignore them, offering the baby bites until he refuses to take any more. What's left, I eat. I hear one of the women flee the room, retching. My father looks up and growls, and chases the others out, even the one pregnant with his child.
He stands guard at the door, allowing no one to enter while I clean myself up. I hear Vegeta come in, and the claims he has on me makes themselves known. I tell Father to let him in. He comes straight to me, laying me back and cleaning up the parts of me I couldn't reach myself. He'll make a good mate, even if I will have to share him with Zarbon.
Vegeta is the one who changes the sheets and brings me something to drink. Not until then does he ask me what the baby's name is. I glance at my father, and then at the miniature replica of him I hold. "His name is Turles."
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J hehe… *flees for her life*