Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ PLAYTIME ❯ Chapter Nine ( Chapter 9 )

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PLAYTIME





Chapter Nine



Finally, the day had come when Goku had decided to tell the boys the news. The night before, Goku had not slept at all because of his anxiety, this time nothing had worked to get him relaxed. And to make things worse he had awaken with a bad case of morning sickness. After he emptied all the content of his stomach, he collapsed on the floor of the bathroom, panting and sweating profusely.

Vegeta kneeled in front of Goku to clean his face with a wet towel. Goku, irritated, slapped Vegeta’s hand.

“I can do it by myself, I don’t need a mother.“ He snarled at the prince. Vegeta gave him the towel and stood up, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I just wanted to help, Kakarot.“

Goku sighed, he didn’t want to act that way, but sometimes he couldn’t help it. It seemed that he wasn’t in control of his own mind and body anymore. He knew it wasn’t fair to Vegeta. The prince was a considerate and, surprisingly, affectionate companion.

It seemed that Vegeta was putting a great effort to be a perfect mate. He was breaking down all the barriers one by one and now he was eager to recover his ability to feel deeply, he had found the courage to let aside all his fears and prejudices. It was a gradual process, he couldn’t get rid of all his emotional baggage all of a sudden, but his perseverance was laudable nonetheless.

And he was doing it all for Goku. And, in return, the younger saiyan was surly and bad-tempered. Oh, how he loathed himself! But Vegeta seemed not to care, in fact the prince had tried to persuade him that it was just something transitory and it wasn’t his fault, which, ironically, made the younger saiyan feel guiltier.

“Sorry, it’s just that sometimes you make me feel so useless. I hate it when you are so overprotective. Damn, Vegeta, believe it or not, I’m not physically incapacitated.’’ Goku had done it again, he had tried to apologize but he just had been harsh, instead.

Vegeta reached out to help Goku up. As the younger saiyan stood upon his feet, the prince noticed how Goku’s legs trembled. But he fought his impulse to carry the younger saiyan in his arms, not wanting to get him more upset. Goku lay on the bed breathing heavily, with an arm over his face. Vegeta decided to stay with the younger saiyan instead of following his habitual schedule of morning training.

He crawled on the bed beside Goku and started to rub his stomach soothingly, trying to restore some of Goku’s energies with warm waves of his ki. ’’ Kakarot, try to breath slowly.”

With a weak voice the younger saiyan replied: “Vegeta, do you know how scary is not to be able to feel my ki, when I’m always being used to do it, to feel so sick and not being able to rely on my strength anymore?“ Vegeta nodded, recalling a rather unpleasant episode of his past.

“ I can imagine. One year ago I spent my last heat locked in my bedroom with ki restrains to lower my power level for five whole days. I didn‘t want to make the same mistake again and to screw the obnoxious woman all over the place. But I wasn’t totally drained of energy like you are.”

Goku seemed to be deep in thought for a while, before speaking again. “I had never considered before how hard is life for humans. How can they bear this weakness? They’re so vulnerable, such strong souls in such frail receptacles.” Vegeta shrugged.

“Pfft, pitiful weaklings.” Goku rolled on his side and faced the prince, looking at him intensely.

“No, Vegeta I think they deserve our admiration. Because they are capable to endure the harshness of life without our advantages.”

“One can never miss what he never had, Kakarot.” He said, stubbornly. It was useless to try to convince Vegeta that the earthlings were something more than a pitiful bunch of miserable losers.

“Ok, but that doesn’t make them less worthy of respect. I could never get used to this, it hurts deep in my soul, this sensation of loss, of uselessness. I’m nothing else but a burden. How can you stand me, Vegeta?” Blurted out Goku, the last words in an almost inaudible whisper.

“That’s absurd, Kakarot. You’re not useless at all. Your energies may have left you, but you still have a strong will and a powerful spirit. Those are the things that make you magnificent, Kakarot. And now you are going to accomplish another fantastic objective. You’re going to bring a new life into this world, a new saiyan, strong and powerful to continue or legacy. And your stupid earthlings will have another protector to preserve their fragile lives. So you should be proud, my beautiful warrior.”

Vegeta started to plant butterfly kisses all over Goku’s neck and shoulders, caressing tenderly the soft skin of his sculpted chest and chiseled abdomen. Goku surrendered unconditionally under such sweet ministrations, and he started to moan, breathless, almost forgetting his previous angst.

“Don’t worry, Kakarot. I’m here to protect you.” The prince whispered in Goku’s ear.
Wrong choice of words, now Goku needed the passionate lover, not to be reminded of his weakness. So, once that the magic of the moment was lost, Goku’s hormones ran high and he started yelling, shocking Vegeta with his sudden outburst.

“You…you…Haven’t you done enough Vegeta? It’s your fault that I’m in such state. I could take care of myself if you would have kept your stupid dick inside of your pants instead of sticking up in somebody else’s ass. I… I…ha..” Goku, realizing what he was about to say - something he would regret, something which wasn’t true and which would hurt Vegeta and himself - shut up and rolled on to lay on his side, giving his back to the prince.

Vegeta let out a resigned sigh, knowing that Goku was just experiencing one of his, fortunately very rare, mood swings. He pulled the younger saiyan’s body against his, spooning behind him. Vegeta started to stroke Goku’s chest while kissing his shoulders and the back of his neck. In the few days he had spent living with Goku, he had noticed that after one of his hormone-induced temper tantrums, the taller man needed desperately to be soothed with caresses, gentle kisses and tender words. But this time Goku seemed unresponsive to such treatment.

“I’m tired and I want to sleep, so leave me alone Vegeta.” He snarled.
Vegeta was disappointed at Goku’s rejection, but he didn‘t want to push his partner. ”Alright, Kakarot. Try to rest.”

Vegeta stood for a while, laying on his back looking at the ceiling, hesitating whether to stay in bed or to get up and take a shower. All doubts gone when Goku moved to face him, cuddling against him. He wrapped an arm around Vegeta’s waist, leaning his head on the prince’s chest, inhaling his sensual scent and nuzzling lovingly against such warm skin. Vegeta knew that was the way Goku was trying to apologize for his behavior. The prince purred contently trying to lullaby his mate to sleep with that calming sound.









Instead of being, as usual, drained, dozing on the couch, Goku had been nervous the whole morning, pacing back and forth, across the living room. Vegeta had been following the younger saiyan all around. He had tried everything to help Goku relax. He had suggested to go swimming, to give him a massage, to have another session of special meditation (The embrace of light as Goku liked to call it), all those things that made the taller man feel better. But Goku had refused.

“I can’t…Oh, this horrible migraine…too much pressure.” He mumbled, incessantly.

Vegeta had tried to be patient, he really had tried. But Goku’s hectic demeanor was granting on his nerves.

“Kakarot, if you don’t stop it right now I will have to knock you unconscious.” Vegeta softened his voice when he realized that Goku was staring at him sorrowful.

“All this stress is neither good for you nor for the baby, so sit down. You’re worrying too much over nothing.”

Finally, an exhausted Goku had succumbed to the insistent requests of the prince and he was sprawled on the couch, his head on Vegeta’s lap. The prince was running his fingers through Goku’s hair when the bell rang.

“Your brats are here.”  Vegeta announced as he stood up and went to open the door.

Gohan gasped when he saw Vegeta on the doorway. “Ve…Vegeta, what?…where’s my father?”
Goten just said “Hi” and run inside, as Vegeta entered without saying a word, Gohan following behind.

Goten jumped onto the couch, hugging his father, delighted to see him again. “Dad, I missed you.” Goku’s face lightened up when he saw his son and smiled, patting him on the head .

“But son, I call you every day and you saw me a few days ago.”

“Yeah, but I would like to see you every day, I would like to live here again. I don’t like living in that house.”  Goten said sadly, as he tightened his embrace, almost afraid that his dad would disappear if he would let him go.

“But Goten, we’ve talked about that so many times before. It’s better for you to live with your mother.” Goku felt a pang of regret as he was saying those words to his son, he was such a hypocrite! Now he was going to start a new family, and he felt he was betraying his sons. Maybe they would hate him for keeping them apart while he was going to raise a new child. He shivered at that thought.

Vegeta, feeling Goku’s distress stood behind the couch and patted his shoulder, trying to instill some courage into his partner. Goku nuzzle the prince’s wrist, grateful for that comforting gesture. Then Vegeta went to lean against a wall, as if he didn‘t want to interfere in the others’ conversation.

Meanwhile Gohan had gone over to hug his father too. He immediately realized that something wasn’t right. The last day they have spent together he hadn’t noticed his father ki, but that wasn‘t strange, because Goku usually let his ki at an undetectable level when he wasn’t fighting. But his father’s aspect was unusual, something was out of place.

“ Dad, are you right? You look terrible!” He asked, concerned.

Goku was feeling uncomfortable, still nervous because he didn’t know how the boys would react, and now that unpleasant questions about his health.
“Don’t worry, son. I haven’t slept well lately, that’s all.”

“Are you sure? I have never seen you like this before.” Goten, looked up at his father. “Um, dad are you sick?”
Vegeta chuckled and Goku sighed.

“Well, there’s something you must know.”

“What is it, dad?” Asked Goten, while tugging his father’s sleeves.
Goku grinned at him. “Well, you’ll have to wait till Trunks is here. He must know it too.“

Gotten started to bounce all around the room. “ Trunks are gonna come too! Cool!”

“He already should be here.“  Vegeta stated, very amused at Goten’s actions. The kid was so alike his father, Vegeta suddenly realized that he would have liked to met Goku as a child. ‘He had to be terrific.’ He thought to himself.

“Goten, why don’t you go to find Trunks? I’m sure he must be on his way over here.”  Goku asked, starting to get tired of the bouncing kid.

“Yeah! Son Goten to the rescue, mission: finding the lost demi-saiyan!” He recited very dramatically, mocking his brother’s tone of voice and poses as Saiyaman. Gohan sweatdropped and Vegeta chuckled. Meanwhile, as Goten flew through the window, Goku let out a sighed of relief. He loved his son till death, but in his actual state he couldn‘t stand much of that hyperactivity.

Then, Gohan, still curious about what could be the reason of Vegeta’s presence, asked:
“Dad, what do you have to tell us? Is it something serious, have you detected a new threat to the earth? Is that why Vegeta is here?”
Goku smiled trying to reassure the worried boy.
“Don’t be afraid, son. There’s no danger. Vegeta is here because he’s living with me now.”

Gohan blinked and looked at Vegeta, who was smirking, very entertained with the confusion of the demi-saiyan.

Then Gohan looked at his father again. “But, why?” He whispered in his father’s ear, trying without success not to be herd by the prince. “Has finally Bulma decided to get rid of him? Are you sure it’s a good idea that he stays here?”

Goku chuckled as the prince muttered: “Stupid brat.”
Goku, in spite of his amusement, scolded his son. Gohan had always been a very polite kid and there was no reason to change that.

“You should apologize, Gohan, that wasn’t very nice from you.”
Gohan hung his head, ashamed, though he wasn‘t precisely thrilled to have to ask for the forgiveness of the grumpy prince of all people. “I’m sorry, Vegeta. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful.”

The prince just shrugged and looked away. He knew that Gohan’s apology hadn’t been sincere, but he couldn’t care less. In spite of what he could feel for Goku, he never could grow fond of the demi-saiyan. The boy and his mother were too much alike. So Vegeta preferred to ignore him.
Gohan couldn’t understand how his father was capable to stand Vegeta’s attitude, even knowing that Goku had always been very tolerant with everybody.

After some minutes of deathly silence, Goten and Trunks entered through the window like a whirlwind.

“Look, dad.” Chirped Goten. “I found him.”
Trunks was determined to try to get some responses from the barely communicative prince.

“Father, is it true that you’re going to stay here from now on?” His father had called him the day before to inform him about the new arrangements, but Trunks still had the hope that Vegeta would change his mind.
Vegeta nodded. “But you can come here whenever you want.” He added quickly, seeing the deception on his son’s face. “Now sit down, son. Kakarot have something important to announce you.”

When Goku noticed that the three boys were looking at him attentively, he smiled at them trying to gather enough courage to break the news.
“I…I know this could sound strange but…” He scratched the back of his head and gulped. He really didn’t know how to explain it. For the last two days he had been thinking which could be the best way to discuss such complicated subject with the boys, to make them understand all the implications. He had repeated incessantly a little speech in his mind. But now that the moment of truth had come, his mind has gone blank. Seeing those inquiring eyes fixed on him, he felt like a caged tiger. He wasn’t sure if he had ever confronted a harder challenge in his entire life.

He looked imploringly at Vegeta. The prince shook his head.
“Kakarot, if you don’t tell them, I will do it. So what do you prefer, your way or mine?”
Goku lifted his arms, quickly making up his mind.
“Ok.” He sighed and looked again at the curious demi-saiyans.

“What do you think about having a new sibling?” He blurted out.
The demi-saiyans looked puzzled. Well, all except Goten who shrieked, delighted with the idea, pumping his fist in the air and bouncing again.

“Dad, what do you mean?” A rather bemused Gohan asked. “I..I thought that you and mom didn’t …she hasn’t told us anything.” Then he narrowed his eyes as certain idea crossed his mind. “Oh, my god! Are you seeing anyone else?” He asked, looking accusingly at his father.
Goku laughed nervously. Then, to avoid the intense scrutiny he was being subjected to by his own son, he turned his attention to his youngest who was still jumping and laughing.
“Goten, please come here and sit down. I’m not finished yet.” The kid pouted adorably but obeyed, he sat beside Goku, holding his hand.

“Well, I’m waiting for an explanation, father.” Now Goku was in deep trouble, Gohan only addressed him as ‘father’ when something was very wrong.

“And what does Vegeta and Trunks got to do with this, anyway?” He asked, very irritated, scowling and folding his arms.

Goku felt like a convicted criminal. Vegeta, unable to remain silent in view of Goku’s indecision, went to sit on an armchair in front of the others.

“What Kakarot is trying to say is that some saiyan males can get pregnant.” He said bluntly, with his innate tone of authority.

The demi-saiyans looked at him, eyes open widely. Then they looked at Goku, expecting some kind of confirmation from the younger saiyan. Goku flushed, shifting uneasily on the couch.

“Well, it seems that…that I’m one of those…” He babbled with a weak voice, afraid that the boys could be disgusted or disappointed with such revelation.
The demi-saiyans opened their eyes wider, if possible as the blush on Goku’s face deepened.

“I…I’m gonna have a baby.” He said suddenly looking down at the floor, unable to stare the boys in the eyes.

Gohan went pale. Goten and Trunks glanced at him, fascinated at the sight of the oldest demi-saiyan opening his mouth like a gagging fish about to asphyxiate, and making all kind of strange sounds, like hiccups and gasps.

“Gohan, are you right?” Goku asked, shaking his son roughly, not knowing what else to do to make him recover his senses.

“But…but father, that’s impossible…how?...Oh! My god, but that means that you…you have had sex with a man.”  The boy mumbled once he recovered the capacity to speak. Then Gohan looked at Vegeta, suddenly understanding. “You and Vegeta?” He squeaked in such tone of voice that could rival the highest pitches of his screeching mother.

“Yes, brat. I’m the father.”  The prince admitted flatly.
Gohan’s face was showing an assorted range of colors as images of his father and Vegeta having sex popped up in his head. “I think I’m sick.” Was the only thing he could mutter, before going again into a state of stupor.

“So you and Goku are going to have a baby.“ Trunks stated, seeming to have taken the news rather well.
Vegeta simply nodded. But that wasn’t enough. The boy wanted to know how his father really felt about it, so he tried to search through their father-son bond. A difficult task, because though his father had taught him how to do it since he was almost a baby, Vegeta rarely let him into his mind. But this time the prince wasn‘t blocking his attempts, quite the contrary, he seemed to even encourage his son to look for whatever he wanted to know. So Trunks could see that his father was rather pleased with the idea, even ecstatic. Trunks was surprised with the intensity of his father’s feelings, never before Vegeta had been so delighted.

While Gohan was trying to get used to the idea of his father’s pregnancy, Goku put his attention on his youngest who had been very quiet all that time, and that wasn‘t typical of the usually cheerful kid. His heart stung seeing the worried look on Goten’s face. He had seemed so happy with the idea of having a brother and now…
“Goten, are you right?” Goku asked, concerned, while rubbing Goten’s back.


“Is there really a baby inside your belly?” He asked touching Goku’s stomach. Goku put his hand on his son’s and caressed it gently.
“Yes, son.”

Goten looked up at his father with unshed tears shining in his big eyes. “Didn’t you want to have me?. The kid asked, pouting.
Goku was rather baffled. He cupped Goten’s chin to make him look into his eyes, to show him all the love that shone in that profound orbs, all the love he had for his sons.

“Goten, why do you think that? You know I love you so much that sometimes it’s hurt here deep inside.” He said pointing at his own heart.

The kid sobbed, unable to restrain the tears any longer.
“But you have him inside your tummy, why didn’t you have me too in your tummy, why did you prefer mama to do it?”

Vegeta burst out laughing, almost falling from his armchair. Goku growled at him as he hugged Goten tightly.
“Ha, ha, ha…sorry Kakarot…ha, ha…it’s…ha, ha, ha…your youngest is priceless.”
Gohan - who now seemed very recovered - and Trunks, both looked at Vegeta in disbelief, not being used to such display from the usually reserved prince.

Finally, Vegeta regained his composure and Goten was now calm once his father had explained him the impossibility of being impregnated by a woman, even if that woman was Chichi. And he felt even better after his father had kissed him in the cheek and told him again how much he loved him.

Meanwhile, Trunks had been thinking how it would be to have a sibling, now he would have to play the role of the experienced big brother who knew everything about life, and that thought pleased him to no end. So he folded his arms imitating his father’s pose and adopted an air of superiority.

“Goten, now you and me are gonna be big brothers. Do you know what that means?”

“Uh?” Goten scratched his head looking at his friend with curiosity.

“Now, we have a great responsibility.“ Trunks said very proudly ”We must take care of him and teach him everything we know.”
Goten beamed, very excited with that idea.

“Yup, now I’m a big brother!”

“As long as you don’t teach him how to get into a mess. You’re masters in that.”  A now rather amused Gohan commented.

“Hey, how can you say that?”  Trunks asked bitterly, offended by Gohan‘s words.

“ Gohan, you’re a meanie. We can teach him many things, like…umm…like…” Goten tried to think what they could possibly teach to a baby, but without success. Trunks quickly responded seeing his friend's hesitation.

“We can train him, and teach him how to fly, and how to become supersaiyan, and…”

“Yes!”  Goten interrupted him, cheerfully, sticking out his tongue at Gohan.

Then one doubt assaulted Gotten and he turned his attention to his father.

“ Dad, now that you and Vegeta are going to have a baby, are you going to get marry?”
Goku blushed, as Vegeta cocked an speculative eyebrow.

“No, son.” Goku said, laughing nervously.

“But you must get used to the idea that we are a couple now.“ Vegeta said frankly. Goku gasped, amazed at Vegeta’s words, he didn’t expected that the prince would talk about their relationship so openly with the kids, but it was nice to know that Vegeta wasn‘t uncomfortable with the subject.

Goku was now more at ease now that the boys seemed to be thrilled with the idea of their new sibling. If it were not for the small detail that Gohan was still affected with the last words of Vegeta. Goku was sure that the fact that he was pregnant in spite of being a man had been less traumatic for his son, than to know that Goku and Vegeta were lovers.

“Are you alright with this situation, I mean, with our relationship?” Goku asked, staring at Trunks. He was afraid that the boy could think he wanted to keep him apart from his father, that he would steal him his father‘s love. But the kid smiled, nodding. He seemed to be alright.

Gohan had been the more reluctant to accept the situation, but he was determined to be understanding and supportive. After all, it was his father’s life. It wasn’t Gohan’s place to judge him or tell him what he should or shouldn’t do.

“All this is so weird! We will need time to get used to it. But it’s fine, dad. Because this is what you want, isn’t it?” Gohan asked, expecting that his father would have taken the right decision after thinking about it carefully, having taking into account all the consequences, instead of following another of his extravagant impulses which in the end would let him heartbroken and lonely.

Goku thought for a while about what his son had asked him. Did he really want this? The circumstances had been odd. What would he have done given the chance to choose for himself? He looked into his heart, then he beamed at his son and nodded, feeling a warm sensation through all his self. He knew Vegeta had felt it too. He looked at the prince out of the corner of his eye. It was a beatufil sight. Vegeta was smiling only for him, and he was not only smiling on the outside but in his soul, all his spirit his aura shining, reaching his own, both touching, playing together, entwining one in another, intermingling to become one, oozing such joy, such happiness. All his being was now light, and water, and music, and a soft breeze, something ethereal and intangible, but more real, more authentic than anything that could be grasped by his senses. It lasted just a brief moment and he was yearning for more, but it had been a promise of eternal bliss, awaiting for him in some place, in some time, it was his fate.

Gohan, oblivious to this turmoil of emotions shared by the two full blooded saiyans, looked at his father with sympathy. “Well, all I can say is that if this make you happy, I’m happy too. At least you won’t be alone, I know you miss to have company.”



The rest of the afternoon passed off normally, Goku chatted with the three kids about their progress in school, the special things they had made for the last days, and all those kind of things. Vegeta chuckled when the kids talked about his pranks and crazy ideas. He even took part in the conversation. Trunks was amazed seeing how his father was interested about all kind of things and not only about his training, which usually was their only conversation topic. Maybe it was a good thing that the prince would be now with Goku, cause he was starting to act like a real father.

Later, Goten and Trunks tired of being sat just talking, started to play around the house. Vegeta had ordered them to go outside, but they had refused with the excuse that they couldn’t see their fathers every day.

The exasperating demi-saiyajins have been wrestling, running and screaming for three hours. Goku’s migraine had returned. All that stress cause him another of his mood swings.

“Won’t you stop doing such annoying noise?” He yelled, rubbing his temples to try to soothe the pain. The two kids, shocked at the atypical reaction of the ever gentle saiyan, froze. Goten was almost crying, he had never seen his dad so angry and he was scared.

Vegeta sighed “I told you to go to play outside, Kakarot needs to rest.”

“I’m ..sorry” Trunks started to say.

Goku took a deep breath to try to calm himself down. He was ashamed, seeing how distraught the boys were. “No, it’s me who must apologize. I shouldn’t had yelled at you like that. Can you forgive me?”
Goten run to hug his father, Goku sighed and looked at Trunks with a pleading gaze, the kid went to hug him too.

“Are you feeling better now, dad?”  Goten asked, really concerned.
“Yes, son.” He said with evident relief now that he knew that the kids weren’t angry at him.

Suddenly, Gohan said “Come on boys, dad is tired and it’s too late. We must go home.”
The kids obeyed him reluctantly. They didn’t stop complaining until their fathers promised to call them later that night and assured them that they could visit more often.

When the kids were gone Goku was still distressed, he covered his face with his hands.

”I scared them, I yelled them and scared them. I never had treated my sons that way before, Vegeta”

The prince sat beside him on the couch and put and arm around his shoulder, Goku leaned his head on Vegeta’s chest and wrapped his arms around the prince. Vegeta rubbed his back comfortingly. “ Kakarot they understand, they’re smart kids. And besides, I‘m sure they have already forgotten the incident.”

Vegeta knew that Goku was worn out after the stressful events of such chaotic journey.

“Are you tired, my warrior?”

“Mmm” It was all Goku could mumble. Vegeta knew that Goku was rather pleased every time the prince addressed him by such nickname, it inflated Goku’s little ego (after all even Goku had one.)

“Would you like to take a little nap?” He whispered in Goku’s ear, then licked his earlobe, eliciting a little moan from the younger saiyan.

“Mmm…That would be so nice.”  A sleepy Goku whispered. Vegeta smiled and carried his mate to the bedroom, Goku was too weary to complain, anyway. Vegeta smirked at the suggestive idea of lying against Goku, feeling all those steel muscles wrapped in such soft skin, all his to cherish, and the warmth, and the sweet scent irradiating from that glorious body. Oh, yes! Definitively he was going to enjoyed that little nap very much.