Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Playing Home ❯ Part 31 ( Chapter 31 )

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

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

 

Playing Home

 

by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by RowinaDequina

 

Part 31

 

Goku shifted closer to the fire then pulled Vegeta closer to him. After two weeks, they had finally managed to get away from the house and go to the lake as Goku had promised.

 

The lake was frozen, and it was covered with white snow. They had cleaned up a small place on the ice and farther in the forest found some logs to sit on. Goku had made a fire, and now they were holding the spits with sausages over it. Nature and exercise usually made people hungry, and Goku was already drooling.

 

“It would be fun if the ice melted and…” Goku chuckled, looking at the ice.

 

“If that happened, you wouldn't be able to sit on your butt, because I'd kick it,” Vegeta snorted, removing the spit from the fire and checking if it was done yet; Goku's drool was contagious.

 

Goku had made Vegeta wear a fur coat. Goku was glad Vegeta didn't know that currently Vegeta looked like an oversized fur-ball. Sure, Goku thought that it was absolutely adorable, but he knew that Vegeta wouldn't think that - Vegeta would only be pissed.

 

After Vegeta's weird outburst concerning his appearance, Goku had been trying to spend as much time with Vegeta as possible. And he immediately noticed that it paid off - Vegeta's moods became much lighter.

 

Vegeta was becoming a bit slow, his movements more calculated and careful. They had even stopped having sex after Bulma had warned that it might induce premature birth. Although before that, Goku had already noticed that after the act Vegeta usually would become unsettled. That he found a bit disturbing - after sex they usually simply dozed off or whatever, and recently, when Vegeta decided that he wanted to go skiing, it wasn't something he was very comfortable with.

 

The other time Vegeta accused him of being too cold and sulked for an hour while he was killing himself trying to cheer Vegeta up. Later Vegeta just said that he wanted a chocolate cake but was too lazy to leave the bed. He'd expected that Goku's stupid brain would realize that and that he'd bring it to the bed. Goku felt a little pissed and said that he still wasn't able to read Vegeta's mind. After that they shouted at each other for three long hours.

 

Vegeta was keeping his promise to be unbearable for the last months of pregnancy. The things the prince's mind was able to come up with…

 

At least Vegeta's current mood let Goku relax a bit.

 

“I saw Ahrae…” Goku shuddered while munching three sausages at once. “Creepy…”

 

Vegeta shrugged. He took a plate, got a knife and a fork and started cutting his sausages into small, neat pieces. “And what did you expect? - Two days and she's back?”

 

“Well, no, but those wires…and…” Goku shook his head. He couldn't get rid of the image of Ahrae floating in the tank. The body didn't even resemble a body yet. - It was just some pinkish mass of flesh in greenish liquid. “Gods, she looks like a…you know how just born mice look? - All pink and blue and transparent? Yuck!” Goku's body shuddered again. “It's scary. I had a nightmare the other day…”

 

“It's absolutely normal. I had seen plenty of clones.” Vegeta shrugged. “They all look more or less like this. She's developing. She should be fully developed after a month.”

 

“So everything is going as planned?” Goku inquired. He finished his sausages then opened a new pack and started spitting them onto the skewers. “Do you want more?” he asked.

 

“Yes,” Vegeta nodded. Then he continued with the topic: “Actually the Woman said that it was much easier than she thought. Fire Clan cells have the ability to multiply much faster than usual, so it will be much faster.”

 

“Still…what if she doesn't remember who she is?” Goku looked seriously at Vegeta.

 

“She will.”

 

Goku just sighed.

 

XXXXX

 

Gohan smiled when Kamala cursed the tomato that he had been trying to cut with the blunt knife. Even after the successful operation, Kamala was sticking to his bad moods in the mornings; Kamala really wasn't a morning person.

 

“Ah dammit!” Kamala yelled after he had cut himself. “You bitch!” He smashed the tomato with his other hand. The tomato burst all over the window, Kamala and the floor.

 

“Hey, hey,” Gohan chuckled, approaching. “Don't go around smashing food.”

 

Kamala started and turned around. “How long have you been standing there? You are not supposed to see my bad side,” he said, looking for something to tend the cut and clean himself and the window and the floor.

 

“Oh, I have seen enough of it,” Gohan chuckled again. “From inside and out.” He tugged on Kamala's tail, handing him a clean cloth.' Or `reaching for a clean cloth.'}

 

“For fuck's sake…” Seventeen looked at the mess after entering the kitchen. “He has been trying to make breakfast again… Why do you let him set foot in the kitchen at all?” He looked at Gohan accusingly.

 

Kamala glared at Seventeen. “I'm not that bad of a cook!”

 

“Oh really?” Seventeen rolled his eyes. “Raaven told me that once you set your tail on fire.”

 

“Raaven!” Kamala bellowed. “Raaven, you bastard! Keep your mouth shut!”

 

“You called?” Raaven entered the kitchen, yawning. “Morning, sweetie.” He pinched Seventeen's behind, making him startle. “Ah, cooking again, I see.” Raaven looked at Kamala's bandaged finger. “You should give up already.” He moved away from Seventeen whose nose dyed pinkish.

 

“Why are you all against me?” Kamala hissed.

 

“Actually, I just want to save your life.” Raaven approached to look at the dead tomato. “You might kill yourself if you keep waving that knife around.” He pointed at the knife in Kamala's hand.

 

Kamala stuck the knife into the cutting board and crossed his hands over his chest, scowling mightily. “You are a real pain in the ass…”

 

“Tell me about it…” Seventeen muttered.

 

“What was that, sweetheart?” Raaven's head snapped to Seventeen.

 

“Eh…” Seventeen's eyes widened innocently. “I said we should do something about food…”

 

“Ah, yeah, yeah, really. Thought so…” Raaven flashed a smile at him.

 

“You don't get much sleep, do you…?” Gohan grinned at Seventeen.

 

“Shut up,” Seventeen scowled.

 

Suddenly, there was a crash upstairs.

 

“I'll get the brat…” Seventeen sighed.

 

“His name is Karela, sweetheart. And if you call him that again, I'll gut you.” Raaven smiled sweetly at Seventeen. “No, better yet fuck you to death.”

 

“Dammit…” Kamala groaned. “Can't you take your dirty laundry elsewhere…?”

 

“Hn,” Raaven turned around to go, his tail swishing in the air behind him. “Yes, we can. Seventeen?” he motioned.

 

“Damn…” Gohan groaned after the two left. “Why is Karela being so explosive lately?”

 

“I think it's because he saw me and you train earlier. He is growing, and must be experimenting…” Kamala leaned on the wall. “Listen, so how about breakfast? Do you want me to kill myself or will you make it?”

 

Gohan sighed and went to the fridge and started looking for something to quickly rustle up. Although, he was sure that they would end up going to a fast food restaurant - he wasn't bad with food, but hell, to feed two Saiyans, three including himself, and an android… And of course, it was him who always ended up paying…

 

While making sandwiches, he thought about what Raaven had told him earlier. Raaven talked to him several days ago. It had been more of a threat than a talk - Raaven warned him not to mess with Kamala. That wouldn't disturb him in any way, but the thing was that Raaven had a lot of influence on Kamala. He knew too, that his and Kamala's relationship had become possible only with Raaven's support. Raaven had all the strings in his hands to control Kamala as he wished. Even though they weren't mated anymore, Kamala always considered Raaven's opinion. Luckily, it worked the opposite way, too.

 

Although Raaven had lost any right to Kamala, Raaven still was a considerable force to reckon with. He knew that sometimes Saiyans used to have more than one mate. In the end Raaven seemed to fit quite well in that category - the Saiyan appeared to have an insatiable sex drive and protectiveness of everyone around him - even he himself once experienced that firsthand when Raaven beat some drunkard off him. It didn't matter to Raaven that Gohan was way more powerful than Raaven, Kamala and Seventeen put together; Raaven made it his business.

 

However, maybe he was just misinterpreting that - maybe it was the pack thing. He didn't actually have enough experience or instincts to feel that, but it might be that Raaven started considering the five of them a pack. He wouldn't be surprised if that were the truth after all: they spent most of their time together, and it didn't seem that it was going to end soon. Not that he minded; to tell the truth, he quite liked that.

 

He still wasn't very sure if Raaven had given up on Kamala; several times he caught Raaven staring at Kamala with that strange look in his eyes, like he'd suddenly come up to Kamala and… Hell, he didn't know what Raaven would do, but it was quite disturbing. And if Raaven wasn't able to defeat him in a straight fight, Raaven still could cause a great tumult in Kamala's head if he wished.

 

However, he doubted that Raaven would stand between Kamala and him - Raaven wanted what was best for Kamala, and although it seemed that sometimes Raaven got jealous, it had been Raaven who encouraged their relationship. And as long as Raaven didn't touch Kamala, it was fine with him.

 

Seventeen… Seventeen seemed to be content with the situation. And if it seemed that he let himself be pushed around, it was pretty clear who had the say-so in his and Raaven's relationship. Raaven had enough freedom to do as he wished, but it was only with Seventeen's approval.

 

Yes, they all were quite a weird bunch, but nonetheless it somehow worked, and there were no incidents bigger than the ones when Kamala tried to cook something.

 

The relationship between him and Kamala was going well. After that incident Kamala became much calmer and more confident in himself. Kamala stopped being paranoid and simply enjoyed himself. As Kamala was a bit more than three months' pregnant, it was decided (whose decision was that…? He didn't remember deciding anything…) that he'd move in with Kamala, Raaven and Seventeen in the house. He knew Kamala hated cities; it was easy to see. So each morning he flew to the city to attend the university and then flew back home.

 

The baby that Kamala was carrying made them closer. He still didn't mate Kamala, but he was seriously considering it. Not only would it tie them together even closer, but it would also finally prevent Raaven from interfering in their business. He was planning to do it the next week, and he was pretty positive that Kamala would agree.

 

Otherwise… Sex with Kamala was great. After the operation Kamala showed him many things. They both liked playing in bed and acting out their fantasies. He could never get enough of Kamala. Sure, he always thought that Kamala was very handsome, but it was more than that.

 

They still had some problems. Several times he found Kamala crying. The first time it appeared that Kamala had seen him talking with Dane; another time Kamala simply wanted to cry and wasn't able to explain why he was crying. Then he shifted the blame on hormones, but hell knew what it was.

 

And nightmares. Kamala usually dreamt a lot and even talked in his sleep, and sometimes he had nightmares. He'd scream and toss in bed. He would be depressed for several days after that. However, Raaven had talked to him once about that and said that it was actually much better than it used to be, so he had hope that one way or another it would pass. It had to.

 

“Ah, breakfast is ready.” Raaven appeared in the kitchen with Karela under his arm. He plopped on the seat by the plate of sandwiches.

 

“Hey, I made them for Kamala.” Gohan removed the plate from under Raaven's nose.

 

Raaven rolled his eyes. “Fine. But after Seventeen comes back with a catch, I won't let you eat, either.”

 

“Listen, you are a grown man. Do something for yourself.” Gohan pushed the plate over to Kamala.

 

“Then why are you feeding him?” Raaven grinned, pointing at Kamala.

 

“Because he's hopeless with food.” Gohan shrugged.

 

XXXXX

 

Goku leaned on the bench comfortably. He just loved Bulma's organized gatherings. There weren't many of them today: only he, Vegeta, Bulma, Piccolo, Yamcha, Goten and Trunks. They saw each other occasionally but rarely gathered to spend some time together to simply relax and talk.

 

“So how is Gohan doing?” Bulma asked, raising her glass to sip the wine.

 

Goku scowled. Gohan was giving him a headache. Even though it was Gohan's life, he didn't really approve of how Gohan was living it. But he never said anything to his son. Gohan had grown up accustomed to the thought of him appearing and disappearing any time, and it was a bit too late to inflict parental nurture. Besides, even if it hurt his pride to admit it, Gohan was several times cleverer than him, anyway.

 

“Okay.” Goku scowled at his glass again. He sipped. “I don't get it… How can the bunch of them live in that house? I mean that weird relationship… Gohan, Kamala, Raaven and Seventeen…and to add Karela and that Kamala is pregnant… It's just not right!”

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes. He had been trying to explain the situation to his mate several times, but it didn't seem that his mate would understand it anytime soon. “It's called a pack; I've told you plenty of times already! It's how the Saiyans used to live. The pack is a unit which is very useful when there are several small children or pregnant persons. It makes it easier to defend them and to provide food,” Vegeta explained. “Besides, if they can live together, it means they came to some agreements or compromises. It's not something you need to worry about…” he said to Goku.

 

“And how the hell did Seventeen managed to squeeze himself into that triangle?” Yamcha wondered. He had already contemplated the third of a bottle on his own and was again starting to feel underrated. He needed to marry and the sooner the better. “Hey,” his eyes suddenly sparkled, “I will create a pack, too! Bulma, wanna be my first selection?” he suggested.

 

“Over my dead body!” Vegeta snarled.

 

“That's not fair!” Yamcha pouted.

 

Vegeta glared at him. He opened his mouth to make some snippy remark, but then was surprised by Yamcha's uncommonly huge eyes and his suddenly unlocked jaw that almost hit the table. Vegeta's eyes followed Yamcha's and then widened, too.

 

“I found the first person for my pack!” Yamcha squealed happily.

 

“Oh my God,” Goku breathed.

 

Bulma pressed her palm over Trunks' eyes.

 

“Dad, we have a naked girl in the yard!” Goten yelled enthusiastically while running from the house; he had been to the restroom. Goten was clapping his hands in happiness - he loved seeing weird things.

 

“Close your eyes, Goten! You are too young to see this!” Bulma shouted. Then she looked at her hand over Trunks' eyes. Trunks was trying to remove it. “What the hell am I saying?!” She startled suddenly. “Must be getting old,” she mused, depressed. She removed her palm from Trunks' eyes. “Sorry, I forgot I was young once,” she groaned, sinking deeper into depression.

 

Trunks reddened after his eyes returned to the naked frame.

 

Vegeta was first to get up from the table and approach the naked woman. “Ahrae?” he asked cautiously.

 

“Finally!” Ahrae turned to Vegeta. “What the fuck is going on?! Hi, Goku,” she added, waving her hand in the direction of the table. “As far as I can remember I sort of died!” Ahrae thought a moment. “Yeah, I died!”

 

Goku quickly approached. “We sort of cloned you.” Goku scratched his head.

 

“Hey! I cloned her!” Bulma glared at Goku for trying to pirate her ideas.

 

“Okay, you cloned her.” Goku shrugged.

 

“I'm someone's clone?!” Ahrae stared at them in disbelief. “Gods.” She felt the need to sit down and simply slumped onto the grass.

 

“Ehh…you okay?” Goku asked nervously.

 

Ahrae raised her head to glare at him. “Yeah, I was just born and then I find out that I'm a clone! I'm perfectly fine!” she snapped.

 

Five minutes of complete silence followed.

 

“Okay,” Ahrae sighed finally. “How is my mother?” She looked at Vegeta's abdomen. “Last time I saw you, you were nowhere near as pregnant. How much time has passed? Just don't say that this is your second or third child…”

 

“She didn't look happy when I last saw her…” Vegeta admitted. “It's about eleven months since you passed.”

 

Ahrae cursed loudly. Then she sighed. She looked around. “Well, probably I should thank you all,” she said. “That was really a lame death. To die a virgin, what a nuisance…” She shuddered in horror.

 

Goku slapped himself on his forehead. Vegeta just shrugged. He looked at the naked girl on the grass. “Why didn't you tell me?” he asked the question he wanted to ask a long time ago.

 

“That you killed my sister?” Ahrae asked. “You never would have trusted me,” she said after Vegeta nodded. “First you never would have let me lure you off the planet, but later you would never have believed that I changed my mind about you. It was simpler like that.”

 

Vegeta nodded. The girl was right. That would have been a problem.

 

“Alright,” Ahrae stood up then stretched, causing Yamcha's neck to lengthen about 10 cm. “Get me some clothes, brother,” she looked at Trunks. “Is he alright?” she asked Vegeta after Trunks ran off to look for clothes, with Bulma in tow.

 

“Yeah, he's fine.” Vegeta went back to the table and sat down. “The two Saiyans are fine, too. Actually, one has already born a child, and another is pregnant. They were mated, but then unmated, and one of them is with an android, and another is with Kakarott's son… Long story,” he waved dismissively after Ahrae's eyes bulged out.

 

“Goddamn,” Ahrae breathed out. She looked at Vegeta's stomach again. “Are you planning to take over the Earth?” She poked Vegeta's abdomen. “Maybe it's twins?” She yelped when Vegeta slapped her hand. She stuck her tongue out at him.

 

“Ehh…” Goku stammered. “Not really…” He scratched his head.

 

“Well, if I find more Saiyans, I'll send them all here,” Ahrae giggled. “Thanks, kiddo.” She grabbed a bundle of clothes Trunks had held out for her.

 

“Would you be more modest and go to dress somewhere else?” Vegeta asked bluntly. “Yamcha here might choke on his own drool.”

 

Ahrae chuckled. “Fine.” She took the clothes and flash-stepped to the house then went into it.

 

“Her attitude still pisses me off,” Vegeta declared.

 

Goku chuckled. “I'm so glad she's fine. I was afraid she wouldn't remember a thing…”

 

“She remembers too much,” Vegeta snorted.

 

Already dressed, Ahrae appeared from the house. She approached Trunks. “Do you still have my sword?”

 

“Yeah,” Trunks nodded. “You want to take it back?” he asked.

 

“Nah, I just asked,” Ahrae shook her head. “I gave it to you because I felt that you deserved it. I'll get a new one. Did you start practicing?”

 

Trunks was relieved to hear she didn't want to take the sword - he had grown quite fond of it. “No, not yet,” he shook his head. “Somehow we were waiting until it got resolved. I mean your cloning and stuff.”

 

“Do you want me to teach you?” Ahrae grinned when Trunks nodded enthusiastically. “It's a deal then. You gather information for me, and I teach you sword-fighting.”

 

“Information? Like a spy?” Trunks asked, unsure.

 

“Well, I do burn to know the whole story of those two Saiyans, the android and Goku's kid…” Ahrae whispered into his ear. “I love gossip… And try to get all the juicy moments…such as the first time they kissed, who was on top and stuff…”

 

Trunks grinned. “That's easy.”

 

Ahrae straightened and walked over to the rest of the group. She informed them that she and Trunks agreed on her teaching him sword-fighting, which resulted in Vegeta groaning.

 

“I'm going home,” Ahrae said then. “If I don't come back for several weeks, don't worry - it means either that I got lost or that my mom decided to kill me again.” She sighed. “But I'll try to come back very fast; I want to see your baby,” Ahrae smiled at Vegeta. “When are you due?” She laughed as Vegeta scowled at her.

 

“In about one or two weeks,” Goku replied instead of his mate.

 

“Fine,” Ahrae nodded. She extended her hand with her palm directed outwards to create a green portal. “See you soon, then!” she said before stepping into the portal.

 

“Hey! Hey!” Bulma shouted at her disappearing back. “How about my research?! I haven't finished my calculations!”

 

“Hey, take me with you! Let's create a pack!” Yamcha ran to the portal. He cursed as the green rippled and then disappeared with a soft pop.

 

“Do you know her mobile number?” Yamcha turned to Vegeta.

 

“Go to hell!” Vegeta scowled at him.

 

XXXXX

 

He turned to one side then turned to other, but this didn't help him fall asleep either. After fifteen minutes of tossing and turning he decided to go downstairs to have something to drink. He left a peacefully sleeping Kakarott and went to the kitchen where he grabbed some juice from the fridge and went into the living-room. He couldn't sleep anyway, so he decided to watch TV.

 

Vegeta settled himself comfortably on the sofa, the glass filled with juice in one hand, a chocolate bar in another. He flicked through the channels until he found a sci-fi movie (sometimes he laughed himself almost to death while watching them) and settled on it.

 

Vegeta got a bit confused as something in his stomach bubbled. And after he found himself sitting in a puddle of water, he grew suspicious that his small picnic had come to an end. He slowly put the juice and chocolate away.

 

He wanted to curse Kakarott to death for doing this to him, but only a painful wheeze came out when the enormous pain struck. He panted for some time after it ended.

 

“Kakarott! You damn… Oh fuuuck…” He gritted his teeth as the wave was back. “You bast… Damn…” he growled in pain as it hit again.

 

He tried to regulate his breathing but then he realized the first thing he had to do was to keep himself from blacking out - the contractions were irregular, and there were almost no breaks between them. His fingers dug into the sofa, shredding the material. He had never experienced such pain. It was like someone had crushed his tail. No, five tails at once. He was only able to gasp and writhe, his mind sharp with pain.

 

The flames engulfed him again, making him howl and push. And then it was over, his body getting lax, a quick hot rush between his legs, making him sigh in relief. His head was swimming.

 

Then he saw Kakarott in the doorway.

 

“I'll fucking kill you,” Vegeta rasped out before fainting.

 

Goku's mouth fell open after he saw Vegeta lying on the sofa. There was blood everywhere: under Vegeta, on Vegeta, on the floor. Panicking, he ran to Vegeta's side. There was a small, bloodied body between Vegeta's legs. The baby's fingers were clasping and unclasping but for some reason it wasn't crying. Goku carefully detached his son from his mate's body and laid him farther on the sofa. He had no time for that - as far as he could see the baby was fine, and Vegeta didn't react to anything he did.

 

Goku lifted Vegeta into his arms and immediately ITed to Capsule Corp. Bulma was with them in several seconds. Goku's panic only increased after he noticed Bulma pale. And even after she attached all the necessary equipment to Vegeta, he could see that Bulma was shaking. He just managed to numbly stare at Vegeta's lifeless form. This couldn't be happening, he repeated in his head over and over. Now that everything was fine, now that they had been so happy together, it was impossible that Vegeta would simply die. Not Vegeta. Not Vegeta. Not Vegeta! No!

 

“Father! Stop! Stop!” Gohan pulled Goku away from Vegeta after Goku started shaking the older Saiyan, shouting for him to wake up. “Bulma, get Trunks here! No!” Gohan cursed, realizing that Trunks would probably freak out, too. “Get someone!” he shouted, trying to push Goku away from Vegeta.

 

Gohan swore again after he saw his mate in the doorway; Kamala must have sensed all that ki jumping, too. “Go home!” He pushed Goku away from Vegeta again. Kamala was pregnant and couldn't fight Goku!

 

Gohan sighed in relief after Kamala simply knocked Goku out by hitting him on the base of his neck.

 

“What's going on?” Kamala wanted to lift Goku, but was shooed away by Gohan who lifted Goku himself and laid him on the other table.

 

“Vegeta has lost too much blood.” Gohan cursed again. If only they could use Senzu!

 

“The baby?!” Kamala gasped.

 

“I don't know,” Gohan shook his head. “Goku only brought Vegeta. It might be that the baby is dead.”

 

“I'll go check the house.” Kamala ran to the door.

 

“Kamala, stop.” Gohan shook his head. “I feel Piccolo heading here. I'll call him, and he'll check.” He didn't want Kamala to see any of this. His mate became very sensitive lately.

 

XXXXX

 

Gohan stared at the small bundle in Piccolo's arms. The baby was alive, very alive - the small arms were waving about in the air.

 

“We need to wash it.” Piccolo looked at the bloodied baby again.

 

“Uh…” Gohan blinked, unsure. He had no experience in these things.

 

“I'll take care of him.” Raaven reached out for the baby.

 

Piccolo looked at Gohan. As Gohan was the closest to the baby, it was his decision. He gave the baby to Raaven after Gohan nodded.

 

While Raaven bathed the baby, everyone was watching.

 

“Is it alright?” Gohan finally asked.

 

“Well, it looks perfectly fine to me.” Raaven shrugged. “A bit hungry, though. But I already asked Bulma to get some milk.”

 

“Can't you…?”

 

Raaven laughed. “I stopped feeding Karela three months ago.”

 

Karela, who was sleeping on the sofa, raised his head after his name was mentioned. He was six months old and was beginning to respond to some words, like his name or words that had something to do with food.

 

Karela's eyes widened after he saw his misuu holding a baby in his arms. Karela quickly left the sofa and crawled over to Raaven. Sometimes he would take'} a step or two, but when speed was required, he always preferred to move on all fours.

 

Karela stood up on his feet to see the baby better. Then he tugged at Raaven's jeans, requesting that Raaven show the baby.

 

Raaven squatted down, showing the baby to Karela.

 

Gohan watched Karela with curiosity. Karela was sniffing the baby then carefully touched it. Finally Karela happily smiled. “Kakrot,” he bubbled.

 

“Well, he still can't tell the scents well.” Raaven stood up, taking the baby with him. He started wrapping it in a towel.

 

“Actually, I can only scent my father's scent, too…” Gohan smiled sheepishly.

 

Raaven looked at him surprised, then shrugged. “His scent is like Kakarott's but much sweeter. Actually, it's more like yours or Goten's. Yours would be probably the closest.” He sat down on the chair, holding the baby. “There's the Prince's scent, too, but it's hardly discernable. However, probably it will get stronger in a while.”

 

“Wow,” Gohan scratched his head. “I have never been able to scent so well…”

 

“Dad's up.” Goten stuck his head through the door. He had not been allowed to see the baby before it was washed. “He wants to see…” Goten didn't finish his sentence as Goku pushed past him, heading directly to Raaven.

 

Goku took his son from Raaven, and stared down at the face of the sleeping baby. The child was all Vegeta - Vegeta's lips, Vegeta's nose, Vegeta's hair, everything.

 

“Shhh…” Gohan was at his father's side as Goku's shoulders shook with sobs. “Vegeta will be alright. You'll see. He went through hell and back. You'll see. And Bulma is doing everything she can. She won't let him leave us.”

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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