Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Darker than Ebony ❯ ...In the Yellow Night ( Chapter 7 )

…In the Yellow Night

Disclaimer: No. I don't own the title either. It's from an 80's song I think. I'm not that keen on 80's music, I lived through it once, I don't need reminded. I do own baby Kinoko and thanks to the list of vegetable words that SMDSP sent me ages ago, I guess partial rights go to her also (since that is where I got the name from).

Dedication: This is for you SMDSP. *Meep!*

Warnings: Lemon, starts out PWP but I think the plot is kinda developing quite nicely, and slightly TWT (set during Saiyaman Saga but no World Martial Arts tournament and no Goku or Buu).

A/N: There was never supposed to be another part to "Darker than Ebony" but my muse had other plans. And my muse is still Renegade Phoenix. You know, if she didn't bug me daily about writing, I'd never get anything done.

A/N 2: yes, I changed the title of the fic. I found a better title that will have something to do with the story later on. It was only called "Darker than Ebony" because that was the name of the one shot this started out as! Hey, SMDSP, guess who's POV it is this time? Have you figured out the pattern yet?

I thought that I could actually get some sleep after the brat was born because I definitely did not get much the week prior to her birth. Little Kinoko definitely takes after her father in the food department because of how many times she wakes my mate and I up through the night to feed her like I am currently doing. She is a bottomless pit and does not yet understand that one in the morning is not lunchtime.

I just cannot believe she is real. I mean girls were very rare on Vegeta-sei and especially rare when two males mated. There had not been a female born to the Royal family in 6 generations and here on a Kami-forsaken planet, a princess is born to the last prince of Vegeta-sei and a half-breed son of a third-class. She would have been a treasure indeed to everyone on our home world like she is to her parents here. Gohan is going to spoil her … if I do not beat him to it. I was never like this with Trunks but it's hard to resist the child I carried in my womb. I do not think the older brat minds the attention his half-sister is getting, he has taken the role of big brother quite seriously. He even stated yesterday that anyone who wants to date his baby sister when she's old enough would have to go through him first. Unless some super-strong human is born soon, the only people on the planet that will have a chance of getting through him are related to the girl.

Finally, she has gone back to sleep. I hope these midnight feedings end soon so I can get a full night's rest. It's not that I don't like the time I spend holding and rocking her back to sleep, it's that I really want to get myself recovered enough so I can resume training. Things may have changed drastically in my life but there are some things that will never. This all happened because I was not strong enough to defeat a hormonal, teenaged Super Saiyan. Not that it was a bad thing; I just won't let it happen again. I mean that I do not want to be defeated again; I rather enjoyed what followed the defeat and hope it happens again and again and again.

I lay my little princess back down in her cradle and exit the room. I reenter my bedroom to find my mate taking up most of the bed. I crawl back in on my side and nudge him slightly to give me more room. He just wraps his arms around me. Everything seems right with the world as I drift back off into slumber. That is until the shrill ring of the telephone jolts both of us awake. I curse loudly and condemn whatever telemarketer it is to the deepest pits of Hell. I hope that he makes good friends with Freiza and Cell.

Gohan picked up the receiver, "Hello?"
"…"

"Goten? What are you doing on the phone at this hour?"

"…."

"Slow down, kid. Tell me again what's wrong." My mate's voice is very worried.

"……"

"Something's wrong with mom? Are you sure?"

"…"

"Ok, ok. Calm down, little guy, I'll be right over."

As my mate hung up the phone, I could tell something must really be wrong for him to actually choose to go to him mother. He looked at me with worry etched in his face. I hope that woman figures out how great of a son she has because if she were my mother, I wouldn't think twice about leaving her when something was wrong.

"Goten couldn't wake mom up. He said that she was trashing in her sleep and that her skin's hot when he touched her. I'm going to go over there and see what's wrong. Hopefully she'll wake up by the time I get over there and all I have to do is calm Goten down. I don't know how long I'm going to be. Will you be ok with Kinoko for a while?"

I just nod and tell him to get going. I watch as he quickly grabs a pair of pants and a shirt from his drawer and puts them on. I seemed to have rubbed off on him with my distaste for underwear and my preference to sleeping in the nude. He leans down and kisses me quickly before he leaves the room. Moments later I hear the front door open and then close again to mark his departure.

The noise does not go unnoticed by Kinoko. It was either that or her sensing that her father left the vicinity. She cries loudly from her room across the hall. I guess there is no rest for the wicked, at least tonight there isn't for me.

I get dressed quickly and I exit the room once again. I enter my daughter's room and flick on one of the lamps. I think the Onna went a little overboard with the decorating of the room. Every last object in the room is either pink or has Hello Kitty on it, or both. I shake my head for a second and then go to pick up the crying child. I sit down on the rocking chair near the window and begin to rock. She quiets instantly and snuggles into my chest. I drift back off to a light sleep after a few minutes.

I am awoken yet again by an approaching power level. It is too low to be my mate returning but too high to be human. I go to the front door to greet the visitor. As he approaches, I find that it is Kakarot's youngest brat. I wonder what he's doing here when Gohan's at his house.

"Mr. Vegeta…" he gasps. He must have flown as fast as he could to get here if he is out of breath. "My mommy's really sick. Gohan sent me to get somethin' from Bulma."

Just then, I hear the Onna walk up behind me. "What is this, Grand Central Station? What's going on tonight?"

Goten blurts out that him mother is sick and he had called Gohan to come help. "And then, when he got there, he took one look at Mommy and sent me here to get medicine from Bulma."

"Well, that doesn't make much sense. How would I know what kinda medicine Chichi needs if I don't know what's wrong with her?"

"I dunno. That's what Gohan told me to do. He said somethin' was wrong with her heart… like what happened to Daddy once. He said you'd know what to do. He looked real worried and I was so scared. I flew as fast as I could. I don't wan' anythin' to happen to my mommy!!" The little brat started bawling right there at the door. I wouldn't shed tears for that woman but then again, she's the only parent that boy has ever had.

"Oh, why didn't you say all that before? I took a minute sample of the medicine that was brought back from the future for Goku and then I copied. I have it right in my lab so I'll go get it," the Onna exclaims as she runs out of the room. I am left standing there with a sleeping infant in my arms and a crying child in front of me. The later is looking up at me with tears running down his face as if he's waiting for me to say or do something. I just reach down and pat him slightly on top of the head.

"Quit crying, brat. Tears aren't going to help you mother," I say more sternly than was probably necessary. "And it's really annoying to hear you. I can only deal with one crying kid a night and it's not your night."

The boy wipes some of his tears from his face but more seem to fall to replace them. He then asks, "Was 'Noki being cranky tonight?" Both Goten and Trunks seem to have adopted that ridiculous nickname for her. My mate thinks it's cute but I just think it's annoying.

The onna reenters the room just in time to stop me from reprimanding the kid. "Here it is!"

"Thank you Bulma!" the kid says. It's as he reaches for the vial of medicine that I notice the trembling of his hands and the dark circles under his eyes. It's the middle of the night and the brat has not slept plus he pushed himself to the extreme in his break-neck flight here.

"I'll take it," I state to the surprise of everyone in the room, even me. Since when do I care about Kakarot's mate or youngest brat? Somehow I know the answer to that is that I have cared since Gohan took me as a mate. "Onna, put that brat to bed in Trunks' room. He's about to drop over from exhaustion."

She blinks for a second and then pick up the emotionally and physically exhausted child. I take the vial and head out the door. It takes me a second to realize that I am still holding Kinoko. I pull her blanket tighter around her and hold her closer to my chest. I power up more to increase my speed and to increase my body temperature to keep my daughter warmer. She is still sound asleep as I touch down in front of the little house.

Gohan runs out to me and looks at me questioningly. I just hand him the vial and explain, "You're weakling brother was too tired to make the trip back. He's with Trunks and Bulma."

"Thank you, Vegeta," he replies knowingly. Damn kid, can always see right through me. He runs back into the house and up to his mother's room while I make my way into the living room. I take advantage of the couch and lie down with Kinoko sleeping on my chest. It is past dawn when I wake again. My little one is fussing again and momentarily I panic thinking that I left the house so fast that I forgot to get any of her baby supplies. Then I realize that I had put on the same thing that I wore the day before and sure enough, I left my capsules in my pocket. Getting the capsules out, I proceed to change the now wakeful infant and then mix her formula up in the kitchen.

Gohan slowly makes his way into the room from down the hall. He looks disheveled and weary as he reaches into the cupboard to get a glass. He pours himself a glass of juice before he speaks to me. "I think she'll be alright but she should be awake by now. I'm starting to get worried that we waited too long to help her."

"She'll be fine," I assure. He gulps the cold liquid down and sets the glass in the sink. He looks at me again before he speaks.

"What are you still doing here anyways? I thought you didn't like my mom."
"I don't like the witch," I agree. "I just didn't want to take the baby back out in the night. She was finally sleeping."

He did not saying anything else as he went back to his mother's side. I take Kinoko back to the living room and look around in there. I have never really paid that much attention to the house before and I might as well take advantage of my time here now. I start my inspection by looking at the pictures strewn in frames all over the room. Kakarot seemed to like his damn picture taken a lot. Just about every picture had him it with his damn smile. My eyes finally settle on a picture of Kakarot, his mate, and Gohan as a small child. In the picture, my mate is even younger than he was when I first came to this planet. The child in my arms coos to herself and I playfully point to her father in the picture. It's that moment when I realize that her father is Kakarot's son. That would make her Kakarot's granddaughter. Shit! You are probably laughing at me right now up in the afterlife aren't you?

My sudden change of moods alerts my daughter in my arms that something was not right. She lets out a little fussy cry that is her way of saying that things are not what they should be. I always made fun of the Onna when she said she could tell what Trunks wanted just by how he cried but now I believe her. I quickly soften my mood and cuddle the child slight to sooth her again. Just when I get her calmed down, my mate pokes his head around the corner.

"Hey, Vegeta, can you come with me for a minute?" His tone is lighter than it was before. I do not know what is going on but I follow him anyways. We enter his mother's room and I see the cause of our midnight flight to be propped up pillows and giving me the weirdest look. Well, how else would a woman look if she were just faced with her son's gay lover holding their baby she did not know about?

"Whose baby is that and why would any mother let that monster near their child?" She says weakly. She barely evades death and a few minutes later she has enough strength to insult me. Maybe I am starting to see what Kakarot probably saw in her.

"Mom, that's my baby - well it's Vegeta's and mine," Gohan states blushing slightly. The human woman looks back and forth between me and her son and then her eyes flutter shut briefly. When she opens them again she is looking solely at her son.

"Did you just say that you and Vegeta had a baby?"

My mate goes on to explain everything about Saiyan physiology that allows two men to breed. He also tells her about the scarcity of females in our species and that most male Saiyans were forced to mate with other males. He explains that in our world that it was commonplace. She quietly takes it all in and then when the explanation is over, she clears her throat and speaks.

"So I am a grandmother?"

Damn that woman switches modes fast! One minute she's about ready to rip my head off for making her son homosexual and the next she's gushing pride. I will never understand human women.

"Do you want to hold your first granddaughter, mom?"

"It's a girl? What's her name?" The bed-ridden woman exclaims excitedly while she reaches out to show that she wants to hold the infant.

"Her name's Kinoko, Princess of All Saiyans," I say with more pride in my voice than I wanted to put there. I walk over to the side of the bed and almost reluctantly relinquish the bundle in my arms to the waiting arms of her grandmother. "Watch her head…"

"I know, I know! I've had two kids or have you forgot that?!" She snaps at me. She takes my child in her well-experienced arms and moves the blanket around to get a better look at her. She instantly starts making baby noises at the infant and a smile plays across her face.

I back away from the bed slightly to watch for a minute. My mate sits down on the edge of the bed to watch his mother interact with his child. He is finally smiling again and he looks up at me with that smile. I guess one could deduct that his mother has forgiven us for our misdeeds. I just hope she knows that I have not forgiven her for hitting me when I was pregnant. Not that it really hurt me physically but no one gets away at beating me. Maybe I'll force her to make it up to me by cooking… Kami knows that she cooks a hundred times better than the Onna…