Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Playing Home ❯ Part 7 ( Chapter 7 )

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Playing Home by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com) (beta-read by achillona)

 

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. I'm not making any money.

Warnings: Yaoi (male x male). Goku/Vegeta.

 

Part 7

 

Although Kamala and Raaven assured that Vegeta's sickness should end very soon, it already had been lasting for more than three weeks. And it was only getting worse. Vegeta was hardly able to eat anything. He had lost weight, felt weak, dizzy and tired all the time.

 

Goku became very worried when he learned that the sickness shouldn't have lasted longer than one week. He tried to persuade Vegeta to visit Bulma, but the prince was still refusing. That led them to arguments. They almost had a fight after Goku threatened Vegeta with ki-cuffing him and bringing him to Bulma. Of course, Goku didn't do that, even if he thought he ought to.

 

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Goku observed Vegeta's pale face while they were in the middle of a common argument. Vegeta was sick, why didn't Vegeta see that?! “Vegeta, look at yourself! You are white! Your eyes are bloodshot and you have black sacks under your eyes! It's several days now you are drinking only juice! What the hell are you trying to prove here?! If you don't care about yourself, do that at least for our baby!”

 

“I'm not going to be a laboratory mouse!”

 

“Vegeta!” Goku hissed. “I never wanted to use my power against you, but you don't leave me any option…”

 

“Just touch me and I'll break the bond!” Vegeta hissed back.

 

“You won't do that,” Goku calmly shook his head, reaching for Vegeta.

 

“Yes, I will!” Vegeta stepped back. Of course he wasn't going to break the bond. But he wasn't going to Capsule Corp. either! Something was wrong, he perfectly knew that, never in his life had he felt so ill, but he was afraid that if he went to Capsule Corp., his suspicions might appear to be right. He didn't want them to be right. He wasn't ready to accept that.

 

He tried to avoid Kakarott's hands but was too slow. It was easy for Kakarott to catch him now. Kakarott had him in a corner now. Kakarott's hand firmly fell on his waist, preventing any escape.

 

“Vegeta, please,” Goku patiently repeated while Vegeta was shaking his head in refusal. “Why are you so against a small checkup? It won't hurt you. It wouldn't even hurt your pride - you are pregnant, you don't feel well, it's only natural to clear up what's wrong. What are you afraid of?”

 

“I'm afraid of nothing!” Vegeta spat. His eyes widened as Goku suddenly swooped him from his feet into his arms and began to carry him into the bedroom. “Let me down!” Vegeta struggled, but Goku didn't even seem to feel his efforts.

 

“Now you are going to tell me why you are afraid of that small checkup,” Goku calmly sat on the bed with Vegeta in his lap.

 

“Stop treating me like a child!” Vegeta tried to wiggle away.

 

“Stop it,” Goku's grip became firmer. “If you behave like a child, I'll treat you like one.”

 

“Fuck off!” Vegeta tried to push Goku away, but Goku just held him even tighter.

 

After ten minutes or so, Goku felt Vegeta's struggling lessen. Finally Vegeta stopped trying to escape. The prince just slumped in his lap in defeat. Goku felt worried when Vegeta began to shake.

 

“I think I'm not able to give birth,” he muttered, giving in. He was tired and hopeless and at the moment he didn't even care if Kakarott was going to leave him.

 

“What do you mean?” Goku shook his head in surprise. “You conceived after all.”

 

“In my line there never were bearers. I'm not able to do that.”

 

For some time Goku simply stared at Vegeta's slumped shoulders. “I see that you are not completely sure…”

 

“I don't see another reason.” Vegeta tried to stand up.

 

Goku held him down. He heartily embraced Vegeta to reduce stress Vegeta was now experiencing. “You are just guessing. Was there some similar case or something?”

 

Vegeta shook his head. “No, but…”

 

“We are going to Bulma now. We need to clear this up.” He stood up, bringing Vegeta up with him.

 

“No, I…”

 

“Vegeta, if you can't carry it, it has to come out one way or another. There's no need to risk with your health.”

 

Vegeta felt himself shaking even more. Kakarott had never called the child `it'. He had been always referring the child as a `baby'. “No, you would be upset…”

 

“Vegeta, all I care about is you. If it does damage to you it has to be removed.”

 

Vegeta's breath hitched, cold passed his spine. That was the so long waited proof that Kakarott was ready to do everything for him, but the situation was chilling. Now he didn't want that proof.

 

Vegeta was shaken, he could see that. He himself was shaken. He had wanted this baby so much! But if Vegeta was right, there was no way he could let Vegeta torture himself further. Vegeta was ill, Vegeta was slowly dying. At this point he didn't care about the baby. Vegeta probably would miscarry anyway.

 

“I'm sorry,” Vegeta whispered.

 

“It's not your fault. It's bad luck.”

 

“Bad luck?” Vegeta laughed softly. “It's my fucking genes. I said I was not a choice for mating.”

 

Goku closed his eyes, restraining himself from whimpering. How much time had passed after Vegeta had come to this conclusion? How long was he trying to conceal that? Vegeta's mental state was worsening again. Vegeta again was blaming himself and questioning their mating. Usually that led to panic attacks… “Vegeta, it's not true, you…”

 

“Mating is to create a family and what family can I create?! It's no use! It's fucking…”

 

“Stop it,” Goku sternly shook Vegeta by his shoulders. “Get a grip on yourself!” Vegeta was being hysterical and this was the only way. “This way you won't achieve anything.”

 

“Exactly! I can't achieve anything!”

 

Goku considered slapping Vegeta. “Shut up. You have a family. You have Trunks, you have me.”

 

“You know what I'm talking about! It's not a family! It's a parody!”

 

“Vegeta!” Goku growled. “I'm sure Trunks would be happy to hear you just called him a parody!” Vegeta went silent. Suddenly Goku felt wetness splash on his arms. “Vegeta, calm down, please.”

 

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,” he tried to escape Kakarott's grasp. This was hell. He didn't want to do that to Kakarott.

 

“Shhh…it's not your fault. None of this is,” Goku gently stroked Vegeta's side. “We just need to go to Bulma, maybe she will be able to do something. Will you go?”

 

“Yes.” Then more tears followed. He felt completely defeated.

 

“Shhh…”Goku nodded, kissing Vegeta's nape before him. “Just calm down and I'll IT us to Capsule Corp.” Vegeta stopped trying to escape Goku. Now his mate was pressing himself to him seeking comfort. He was going to give Vegeta all the comfort he could. He carefully laid Vegeta on the bed and lay himself down next to him. Vegeta still didn't face him. Goku wrapped one arm around Vegeta's waist and pulled him closer. “Shh…it's okay. Calm down.” He kissed Vegeta's shoulder.

 

Vegeta heavily exhaled then turned to face Goku. “We can go.”

 

“Alright,” Goku nodded and slowly stood up, bringing Vegeta up with him.

 

Goku ITed them directly to Bulma's laboratory. Bulma jumped in surprise then froze.

 

“Goku, what the hell did you do to him?!”

 

Goku glared at Bulma. Vegeta scowled at her.

 

“I didn't do anything! His sickness had been lasting for almost three weeks now. He can't eat anything,” Goku snapped at her.

 

“Where have you been earlier?!” Bulma gasped. She rose from her seat, motioning for them to follow her. “Three weeks! Are you both completely nuts?!” she shook her head in disbelief. “Do you feel hungry?” she asked Vegeta.

 

“No.”

 

“You throw up everything you eat?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Do you feel pain or discomfort somewhere?”

 

“No.”

 

“Do you feel tired and week?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Did the baby's ki lessen?”

 

“No.”

 

“Is it growing or stable?”

 

“Stable.”

 

“Did you notice something unusual? Like changes in your body or something?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“What changes?”

 

“Hmm…”

 

“What changes?”

 

“Err…”

 

“His sperm is brown,” Goku answered.

 

“Well, THAT is interesting.” Bulma finished preparing the apparatus and computer. She motioned for Vegeta to sit down on the table. She had been using the same equipment when she had been pregnant with Trunks. “I'll take blood sample. See how much different it is from your old one. And I want to check on the fetus. Is there something else I should know?”

 

“He thinks he can't give birth because his line never was bearers. He thinks his genes might be affected by that.”

 

“That's very doubtful,” Bulma shook her head in disagreement. “How old is your line?”

 

“Over five thousands years,” Vegeta rolled up his sleeve, seeing Bulma reach in the drawer for a syringe.

 

“Did the Saiyan males always have an ability to conceive?”

 

“No.”

 

“When did it start?”

 

Vegeta thought a moment. “I'm not very sure… Maybe about five hundred years ago…”

 

“It's pretty recent then. I don't think that your presumption is right then. But with you, Saiyans, one can't be sure.” Bulma finally found the needed needle. She startled at the door-slam. She rolled her eyes. Goku's phobia was stronger than him.

 

“How did it start, anyway? The male pregnancy?” she asked, inserting the needle into Vegeta's flesh. The Saiyan didn't even flinch.

 

“No one knows. Some thought that it was evolution, because females were almost extinct. Other believed that it was the touch of God.”

 

“God?” Bulma wondered, pulling the needle out. She pressed a piece of cotton to a small-bloodied spot. “Usually it's a goddess who gives fertility…”

 

“It was a God,” Vegeta scowled at her.

 

“Alright, it was a God,” Bulma rolled her eyes while preparing the sample. “So what do YOU believe?”

 

“I'm not sure,” Vegeta admitted. “It might have been evolution, but it started too sudden and too fast. It was like an explosion. Suddenly there started to flow reports about pregnant warriors. My great-grand father had trouble then when a sixth of all legions had to be relieved from serving due to oncoming labor,” Vegeta smiled.

 

“Can bet it shook the society a bit…” Bulma smiled too while programming the computer to compare two blood samples.

 

“Yeah, that was a huge boost to our population. Well, at least till the next war…”

 

“So most of the Saiyans already had been bisexual at the time?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“When did you think that you wanted to mate Goku?”

 

Vegeta blinked. He scowled.

 

“Oh, c'mon. I'm curious,” Bulma shrugged. “All the time you pretended that you hated him. To say that I was surprised to hear about you moving in with him would be an understatement… And then you come back from that space-trip and announce that you are mated and pregnant. I thought you'd rather die than let him touch you… So when did you think that he would suit you as a mate?” Bulma turned from computer screen to Vegeta. She sighed and turned back. She didn't expect Vegeta to talk anyway.

 

“The first time I saw him.”

 

“What?!” Bulma gasped. She turned to him. “You tried to kill him plenty times after that!”

 

“So what?” Vegeta shrugged nonchalantly. “I preferred him dead than being my mate.”

 

“Gosh, your logic always amazed me…”

 

“Look,” Vegeta snorted, “it's simple. I wanted him, he's powerful and attractive, but he's a third class. I'm a Prince. I thought it was better to kill him than to torture myself.”

 

“Yes, selfish as usual. A good way to declare your love…” Bulma rolled her eyes. “Good that you never loved me.”

 

Vegeta looked a bit hurt.

 

Bulma sighed. “Sorry.” She turned back to her computer. “I know you love me at least a bit,” she smiled at the screen after a longish pause.

 

“Hn.”

 

“And when did Goku realize that you are his chosen one? I suppose you didn't perform that kiss you performed several weeks ago?” she smiled again “He might have been a bit shocked…”

 

“Ask him,” Vegeta crossed his arms, looking through Bulma's shoulder at the screen and trying to understand the numbers and records.

 

“You don't know?”

 

“Hn.”

 

“That's sad. You are not interested?” Bulma slyly smiled at the screen.

 

Vegeta scowled at her back. Oh, he knew what she was doing. He knew her all too well. “I think it happened when he brought me to his old house. He went into heat and naturally became interested in me. Later it was very fast.”

 

“That didn't sound very romantic…”

 

Vegeta gave the back of Bulma's head a very stern look. “I never was a very romantic person, was I?”

 

Bulma sighed. She went over Vegeta's defenses. Vegeta was saying to stop. “Who made the first move?” she motioned for Vegeta to undress.

 

“He,” Vegeta dropped his shirt on the chair then began to unzip his jeans.

 

“Oh,” Bulma blinked surprised. “But probably he needed some encouragement…” she rolled her eyes noticing Vegeta hesitate with his underwear. It's not like she hadn't seen him naked before.

 

“Yeah, lots of encouragement…” Vegeta smirked. He looked at Bulma waiting for further instructions.

 

“Here,” Bulma patted the same table. “Just lay down and relax.”

 

“It's fucking cold!” Vegeta gasped after the gel touched his stomach.

 

“Stop whining, it's not for long,” Bulma smeared the gel further. But she knew that because of higher blood temperature than humans', Vegeta must feel very uncomfortable. “Yes, and I'll measure you body temperature just in case.”

 

“Whatever,” Vegeta shifted feeling insecure while Bulma was sliding over his stomach with some device.

 

Bulma was fascinated. Sometimes she questioned herself and others if Vegeta's pregnancy wasn't simply a dream or illusion. Now she was proven. Vegeta WAS pregnant. And as far as she could see that tiny life was developing quite all right.

 

Vegeta quickly wiped the gel away after Bulma finished monitoring him. He approached Bulma who now was studying blood samples. “And?”

 

“It will take time, Vegeta,” Bulma sighed at the prince's impatience. “Now go to that gynecological chair.”

 

Vegeta turned to stare at the thing wide-eyed. “NO WAY.”

 

“Sit,” Bulma patiently patted the chair. She rolled her eyes when Vegeta backed away. “You agreed with checking.”

 

“But not with this thing!” Vegeta looked at the chair with a look of horror on his face. “This looks like a torturing tool!”

 

“Vegeta sit down. It won't bite you.”

 

“Forget that, Woman. I'm away,” Vegeta shook his head, backing even more.

 

“You are a coward, Vegeta.”

 

“What?!” Vegeta snarled at the insult.

 

“You heard me. Now stop that and come here.”

 

Vegeta growled in annoyance. He slowly approached Bulma. After staring at the chair for some time more he sat down. “Do you realize how fucking embarrassing this is?” he grit his teeth, spreading his legs.

 

“Calm down and relax.”

 

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“Goku, come here,” Bulma motioned.

 

Goku timidly entered Bulma's cabinet. Bulma phoned him to say that she had results. She already had spoken to Vegeta and now wanted to see him.

 

Goku sat down on the chair against Bulma's table. Bulma's face didn't promise any good. He felt really nervous.

 

Bulma sighed then brushed over her blue hair. “I did various tests and I can say what is wrong with him, but I can't do almost anything to change it.” She noisily dug in her papers. “First, his gastric acid is as effective as water. His glands almost stopped producing it at all. It's one of the hormones. I can't tell which of them, maybe it's a mix of them. Hell, he's so pumped with them… It's almost like I'd see a blood sample of a different man. Some of his hormones are hitting the roof, but others are so low…” Bulma sighed, seeing that Goku was just staring at her mouth without even blinking. “Second, his testosterone level…well, it's triple as low as it was before.” Bulma rolled her eyes at still unblinking Goku. “I mean recently he probably stopped being aggressive, territorial and possessive. In other words he's much calmer and compliant, isn't he?”

 

Goku blinked. “I had to fight him for days to persuade him to come here...”

 

“That's a different thing. So you didn't notice anything strange?”

 

“Well…sort of. He became more sensitive to everything.” Goku squirmed. “He cries easily.”

 

“Oh,” Bulma nodded. “That too. So it's because of the decreased testosterone level. Third, his sperm is brown because of natural dye; it's simply something in his system. It's normal, it's how it's supposed to be. That color appeared because his body stopped producing active sperm,” Bulma almost glared at Goku. “I mean he's completely sterile.”

 

“What?!” Goku almost jumped from his chair.

 

“Probably it's only temporary. I didn't find anything wrong, except that his body simply stopped producing it at all. One or some of his hormones are changing others, he's pregnant, so probably his body simply doesn't see any point in putting itself out with producing so many different hormones. It's actually good, because now he needs different hormones to help the fetus develop. I think it will be back to normal after he gives birth.”

 

Goku processed the information then squirmed again. “And how is the baby?”

 

“I didn't find any extraordinary departures from norm while checking the fetus' position. Logically it's where it's supposed to be. It appears that the fetus isn't affected by lack of nutrition, yet. But if this continues, Vegeta is going to miscarry.”

 

Goku looked at Bulma for some time. “So what can we do?”

 

Bulma sighed. “Not much, I'm afraid. I could induce his glands to produce gastric acid, but I'm not sure if that wouldn't mess his body up. The stuff I'd give him might make some combinations with the stuff in his system,” she explained for Goku. “It might damage the baby. But on other hand we don't have much choice. I'll start experimenting with several chemicals. Now I just gave him a saturated solution dressed with albumen and hydrocarbons, I can't do anything more. I'll need to get more of the solution for him if that continues.”

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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