Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Confessions Of A Believer: II ❯ Secrets Revealed ( Chapter 5 )

It was so cold in the house. Chikara whimpered and nuzzled closer to me, without thinking I lifted my shirt and held him against my body, letting my own heat warm him. Chewing my bottom lip, as I often did when I was nervous or scared, I tried to formulate a plan in my mind. Ugh! I was no good at planning! Well, I couldn't just stay here, that was obvious.

Standing up, the tears drying on my face, I pulled my son from under my shirt, bundled him up carefully in my dark blue jacket, careful to hide his tail from view, and ran back down the stairs and out the front door, not even bothering to close it completely. Running down the darkened streets, I made shhing noises to my baby to keep him calm and looked around, trying to figure out where to go, what to do.

I hated this! My mind was spinning, fear threatened to trap me in it's web and cut off all circulation. I hated feeling out of control and it showed, I wanted nothing more than to fall down in the middle of the street and throw a tantrum. I wanted someone to come and pick me up and tell me everything was going to be okay. How could I take care of a baby? I asked as I ran, my breath felt like fire in my lungs, my side starting to hurt, I was hardly past the mental age of a teenager myself!

What had I gotten myself into?

"Shut up!" I told myself, sometimes I talked to myself, but only when no one could hear, I did the same to my posters at home. When I was a teenager, after coming home from another day of being bullied and otherwise ignored at school, I would spill out all my frustrations and sick fantasies of torturing my classmates, (and yes, sometimes even the teachers), to my silent, smiling rock and movie posters.

Before I went to that anime convention that had changed my life forever, I used to talk to my Dragonball Z posters. I think it was therapeutic, sorta like writing your feelings down in a letter to someone but never mailing it. Plus, you don't worry about being judged or hurting feelings, you can just vent. But, I would only do so when no one was looking. Because I didn't want people to think I was weird. "It won't do any good to throw a fit! All that matters is Chikara! So get a grip girl!"

I had found my way to my sister and her husband's house. It was a small, block-shaped residence, painted in light yellow with white trim. It sat so far back in it's wide front yard that it was easy to pass by if you were driving and not looking. I ran with Chikara wrapped in my coat, sweat plastering my hair to my neck and face, it was chilly outside but my running and walking had kept me as warm as I needed. I saw their black car parked on the gravel driveway next to the house.

Gavin's old stroller sat next to the large, brown trash bin and a coffee can filled with Stephanie's cigarette butts sat on the cement stoop right outside the front door. There was a pile of small stones next to it from when she'd been smoking outside and arranging them into patterns while she finished. I switched Chikara to my other arm and banged on the door with the side of my fist. I heard their black lab, Eliza, bark.

The curtains covering the small square window in the door moved aside for a moment, revealing Stephanie's face. Her dark eyes widened and she opened the door for me. "What are you doing?" She asked, noticing my disheveled expression. Her eyes darted to the baby in my coat and asked; "Where did that come from?!"

"It's a long story." I said, brushing past her, "If I didn't have my son to show you, you'd never believe me."

"Your son?" Nathan looked over from the couch, he was holding Gavin on his lap and the little boy was chewing on a pacifier, watching Stephanie and I with huge greenish-brown eyes. "Ami, what's going on? You weren't pregnant the last time I saw you and that's not enough time to have a kid that old. Besides, what about Shawn..."

"It's not his." I blurted, "Sit down, I have to show you something, just promise me you won't freak out when I do."

Nodding, Stephanie sat down on the loveseat. I sat down next to her and began to unfold my coat from the now squirming half-saiyan infant. He glared up at me, mouth formed to start wailing. I knew he was hungry, my breasts ached to feed him, but I needed to get this over with first. I knew I couldn't do this alone and I wanted so much to rely on family at this time.

"God!" Stephanie cried when she saw the way his thick hair shot straight up around his head, "His hair looks like he stuck his finger into a light socket!"

"You think that surprises you..." I murmured, as I lifted him up out of the jacket and turned him around so that his backside was facing my younger sister. If eyes could have popped, literally, her's would have been laying somewhere on the floor by now. She reached over and pulled his diaper away, there was a hole ripped into it for his tail to poke through, just to see if it were real or not.

"He has a tail!" Stephanie cried, her voice held a mixture of disgust and sick fascination, "Nathan! Look at this!"

"Weird." Nathan said, as held Gavin.

"His name is Chikara," I said, "And he's half-saiyan." After that I launched into my story, skipping over some of the more...well...explicit scenes since this was my little sister I was talking to and ended with me shoving Vegeta back though the mirror and stealing his means of transportation. I handed Chikara over to Stephanie and reached into my pocket, bringing out the small glowing ball. I handed it to her so she could see it and she gave it back to me.

"Wow..." She said, "This is so crazy, Ami."

"I know!" I cried, I was so thankful she didn't completely freak out, "To think that my favorite anime is actually real..."

Chikara started howling and I fixed myself so that he could eat, finally, he went at it like a starving animal, making me wince. Nathan stood up and handed Gavin to Stephanie so he could go into the kitchen and start mixing up the baby's cereal for his breakfast. Just for the record, Gavin is about nine months old and is just beginning to crawl around and get into things.

"Hmm," Stephanie stroked her own child's light brown locks absently, "I never really watched much of the show, you know that, but isn't Vegeta the one who always thinks he's better than everyone? I saw him on tv once and he was beating the shit outta some huge weird looking monster."

"Yeah, that's him," I said, "And he doesn't like being caught off guard. I injured his pride when I pulled my little stunt and I know he's gonna come after me..."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. But stay away from shiny objects large enough for him to slip though?"

"Ami," Stephanie said slowly, her normally large eyes growing even bigger, I'd hate to see how big her eyes would be were she in the anime world! "I feel bad for saying this, but, with Gavin here, I can't really afford to have all this drama..."

I felt as if someone had shoved a rock down my throat and it rested in my stomach, heavy, making me feel slightly sick. More tears stung my eyes but I swallowed. I would not cry. Not now. I had done enough crying. Taking a shuddering breathe, I said; "Okay. Can I just rest here for a little bit. Chikara is tired and needs to sleep."

"Sure." I laid the infant down on the blanket on the floor next to the sofa that Gavin always napped on and the little part-saiyan curled himself up into a ball, his tail wrapping around his small form. He was asleep, milk crusted on his mouth, in seconds. He looked so adorable like that I momentarily forgot my ordeal and present danger and smiled, wishing I had a camera with me.

Stephanie I continued to talk for a while, Nathan finished feeding Gavin, washed him up and rocked him to sleep. I saw, out of the corner of my eye, Nathan lay Gavin down next to Chikara on the blanket. I became engrossed in telling Stephanie how scared I was and that I didn't know what to do or where to go or who would help me.

I didn't notice that Gavin, who was a light sleeper that only slept for a few minutes at a time during the day and slightly better at night, had woken up and was looking at my son.

I was jerked out of my whining to my sister at the sound of my baby's sudden, high-pitched wail. Gasping, my heart in my chest because I thought...well, I don't what I thought, but it sure scared the crap out of me! Gavin had been watching Chikara's tail as it's tip moved slightly in his sleep, and, with typical child-like curiosity, Gavin had grabbed a hold of it and had closed his mouth around the end, his sharp new baby teeth causing the pain that had awoken my son from his nap.

"Gavin!" Stephanie scooped her baby up and shook her head, pulling brown furry hairs from his mouth, "Eeew! Ick! Ick! No! No! We don't go biting tails!"

Chikara continued to scream even as I checked to make sure there was no lasting damage. Saiyan tails are very sensitive, you know. It hurts them like crazy when they get pulled or slammed into doors or even bitten. No wonder Goku had had his removed! Instinctively, my half-saiyan baby boy wrapped his own tightly about his little waist, sniffling up at me as I held him and rained kisses down on his face and hands and ears.

"I don't care that you look just like your father," I said to him in a whisper, watching as his mouth moved into a huge yawn, "I'd love you if you were pink with lime-green polka dots with a baboon's ass!" Chikara answered me by rooting around again. Sighing, I began to feed him again. Just how those saiyan women managed is beyond me! I knew how much a half-saiyan infant ate, because of Chikara, I'd hate be caring for a full-blooded one!

After an hour, I had to switch him to my other breast and start all over. Stephanie watched with a weird expression. "How much can that kid hold, anyway?"

"You'd be surprised." I snorted, "Go online later and look up stuff about saiyans, then you'll understand. Ow...ow...Hsst!" I hissed between my teeth, pulling him away, he didn't start to cry, much to my relief, but curled against me and fell back to sleep. At least I could be sure he'd sleep for awhile, now. I could pretty much carry him around anywhere and he wouldn't wake up for several hours.