Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Devine Introvention ❯ Six ( Chapter 7 )

Devine Introvention.
By Ladylupin.
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Diclaimer : Don't own them. Too bad.
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"I don't beleave it!!!!"

Vegeta growled under his breath. Gohan had said that 32 times already. Sometimes he seriusly wondered what the point of all those books he read really were. Lying on his back, he couldn't see the reaction of the other two, but he was willing to bet he was much the same.

Telling their childran that he and Kakarot were both pregnant off of each other hadn't been easy. Funny, maybe. Easy, no. After he had told them, however, the biggest problem had been waking them up after they had passed out. Then he had told them all the saiyan legands of Marageta, and they had insisted that he was mistaken, and had dragged both full-blooded saiyans off to the Capsole Corp. medical lab to prove it to him. Hence how now he was lying on his back, shirtless, with really cold gel smeared all over his stomach. Kakarot, waiting for his chance at being a lab rat, was sitting off to the side, continuing to wolf down his peanut butter and pickle sandwiches. He wished that Gohan would hurry up with the ultrasound. He was still hungry. He wanted more spagetti-o's.

"Seven."

He looked up at Gohans' voice. "What, brat?"

"Seven. There are seven heartbeats" The demi-saiyan then percided to point them all out to the prince.

Vegeta groaned audably, "I thought four, maybe five." He pushed the little camera away from his abdomen and lept off the table. He wiped off his stomach with a paper napkin before putting his shirt back on.

"Your turn, Kakarot." was all he said before going back down to the kitchen to get some more spagetti-o's.

Goku sat his tray down somewhat regretfuly and removed his top, getting onto the exam table as he did so.

"Lay back and keep still, dad." Gohan aproached his sire with a container of the same gel he'd used on Vegeta.

Goku did as he was told. "No needles, right!?"

"No needles,dad."

The gel was placed on Gokus' belly and Gohan pressed the little camera to it.

"One....two....three....four.....five.....................six. There are six."

Goku grinned hugely. Goten and Trunks steped forword to have a better look.

"Dad..that's so amazing!" was Gotens' reaction. Trunks just nodded.

Vegeta walked back in, holding a large pot filled with his wierd spagetti-o/pickle relish/musterd stu.

Trunks rinkled up his nose. "Father, how can you eat that?!"

Vegeta didn't answer, just sat down in Gokus' vacated chair and procided to stuff his face.

Gohan just grinned. "With Videl it was ketchup covered chocolet ice cream."

Trunks glared at Gohan "Don't give them any ideas."

Goku, meanwhile, had gotten dressed and was making his way back to his sandwiches.

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Vegeta went to bed early that night, after the son family had gone home. He fell asleep almost instantly, and felt suprisingly good when he woke up. That is untill he set feet on the floor. A wave of violet nausea compleatly overpowered him. He rushed across the hall to the bathroom, bearly making it in time before what was left of all those spagetti-o's left his body in a most involintary manner.

"Dammit." He'd forgotten about this little detail of pregnancy. He staggered toward the sink, running cold water and rinsing out his mouth. That done, he stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. He looked horrible. His skin was dead pale, his the hair on his head as well as his tail dull and dead looking, and what was that? He turned sideways, reaching behind him and pulling the fabric of his tee-shirt, eyes going wide at the sight that greeted him. How could his stomach have swollen that much so quickly?! Shit, he looked like Bulma- god rest her soal- had when she was about seven months gone with Bra! But Bulma had only been carrying one child........ Vegeta nearly fainted as it dawned on him just how big he was going to get. He really hoped that Kakarot hadn't told any of his humen friends about this. He'd never live it down.

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