Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Twins ❯ 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Jewel: Me rp partner for this one was Dark Serapha, for them wondering.

Dark Serapha: *still slightly surprised by finding this up as a story* Err… yeah. So this is a rp. Keep that in mind. Hence the odd form and the present tense. And to that one person who reviewed and said she'd like a pregnant Vegeta better: But it was 'geta who became majin! So the other way round wouldn't make any sense in this. And I just love a preggie Goku.,.. *grins

Jewel: erm, yeah... I told you I was tired and started fixing the wrong one! Can't you tell from the previous postie? Erm, and apologies for some of the unaesthetic uglies, they didn't translate well.

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Vegeta doesn't look at him, concentrating on the ki. "Twins."

"Tw… WHAT? You mean not only am I pregnant but I'm going to have TWO cubs?" Goku's shoulders slump in defeat. "I'll never be able to handle that... maybe I'll better…" Again, his voice trails off.

Vegeta is still paying more attention to the little ki signals than Kakarot. "Boys." He sits back, running his hand lazily down Kakarot's stomach and thighs to pick up his tail again. He pets it gently, finding it rather nice to be able to pet a tail again, wishing his own was back. "And I must believe you aren't lying. They recognize me."

Goku coughs, not sure what to make of how Vegeta acts. "They.. they do?" he says, still too shocked to really think.

The prince snorts. "Of course they do, baka. I'm their father. And although I am quite sure you are fond of this little house, it is not fit for my sons. They are princes of the blood, after all, and will be raised as such."

Goku stares. "Will be raised... What the heck are you talking about! I don't plan on raising them! I can't! I don't want to be pregnant! I.. I'll have to see how to end this…"

That penetrates, and Goku finds himself pinned beneath the smaller Saiyan. "You will not harm my children." Again, his hands locked around Kakarot's throat. "If I must keep you permanently unconscious until they are born, that is fine with me. You can be unconscious the entire time, with needles stuck in your skin to keep you fed and out. Or," he smiled grimly at the freaked look the word needles brought, "you can stay awake and take care of yourself, and them."

Goku chokes, wide-eyed. "No... please, Vegeta, you wouldn't do that to me... would you?" he whimpers. "I.. I just don't know what to do... I didn't even know I can get pregnant.. it's just... such a shock..." He chokes weakly again.

Vegeta has an exceedingly grim look on his face. "I would. And you will be getting a crash course on Saiyan that you are long, long overdue for." He smirks, allowing the pressure to ease just a bit. "You really should have listened to me earlier."

Goku turns his head sideways, swallowing hard. "I've always listened to you. Whenever I asked you something you were too busy or called me a baka…"

"Can we spar now, can we use the GR, do you want to go fishing?" Vegeta snorted. "The one and only question I remember you asking about our race was if I was quite sure we were all that was left!"

Goku sighs. "So what now? Are you going to release me sometime soon?" He is feeling distinctively uncomfortable.

"Now, you come with me to CC. Bulma has enough machines and such to be sure everything is alright." A slight look of apprehension crossed his face. "You look like you haven't been eating... and yes, I know you've been sick, but you shouldn't look this bad."

Goku sulks, not meeting Vegeta's eyes. "But I don't want Bulma to find out... and I was too sick to be hungry."

Vegeta tightens his grip. "You don't have a choice."

Goku growls. "What, will you force me?" He struggles. "What are you planning on… keeping me at CC like some sort of child-bearing apparatus, only there for your convenience?" He struggles more strongly.

Vegeta chuckles, his grip tightening further as he straddles the larger man. "Oh, I will force you, if that's what it takes to protect my sons. You are weaker because your energy goes to them, and they, Kakarot... they want to live."

Goku feels distinctively threatened and reacts instinctively. Snarling, he buckles up, trying to throw Vegeta off. "You will NOT force me!"

Vegeta smiles as Kakarot bucks, reaching down with one hand to grab the other man's tail, twisting savagely. "You will not kill my children. And you will take care of yourself while you carry them."

Goku's eyes widen and he stills as his tail is gripped tightly, snarling weakly. "You...why are you doing this to me…"

Vegeta snarls savagely. "You threaten to end their lives and expect me not to react? I am their father! You will not harm them." Another little twist accompanies the fierce statement.

Goku sniffles. "I didn't mean to kill them... I would never… I was just..." Tears run down his cheeks. "Can't you understand? I just don't know how to handle this.. I'm going to have cubs and..."

The prince removes the hand on Kakarot's throat to stroke gently over his stomach. "There... calm down." He croons gently a bit more, relaxing a bit himself as he calms the young ones. The tight grip on Kakarot's tail loosens, his thumb rubbing absently into the fur. "Come with me, Kakarot. I, at least, know what you can expect."

Goku sniffles some more, but soothed by the caress of his tail. "O... okay…"

Vegeta looks at Kakarot, apparently thinking about something, still absently rubbing the tail. A moment later, he begins chewing on the tip again, a rather uncertain look beginning to form. "Kakarot, did I bite you?"

Goku frowns, looking unsure. "Well.. yes, you did bite me... Why?"

Vegeta blinks, frowns. "I… did?"

Goku blushes. "Yes...?"

Vegeta closes his eyes, seems to concentrate, mutters something. His eyes snap open. "Where?"

Goku points down, looking rather childish. "Thigh." Then adds, "…and umm.. my left nipple." He thinks a moment. "And my earlobe. Ummm.. And…"

Vegeta fumes, "Oh, for!" He drops the tail and rips Goku's shirt, checking. "I didn't claim you." He almost sounds like he feels he should be disappointed.

Goku tilts his head, looking at his ripped shirt. "Claimed? What does that mean?"

Vegeta blinks. "That is a part of the Saiyan culture you don't need to know about right now." He frowns down at the man's chest. "You look like hell. Get up, it's time to go."

Goku, feeling very exhausted all of a sudden, is finding everything being a bit too much to take in at once. He gets up, trying to straighten his clothes as good as he can, but failing miserably. Finally he just stands there, tail hanging and looking pretty much helpless.

Vegeta rips what is left of the shirt off of him, giving him a thorough once-over. "Oh, for shit's sake. Kakarot. You know the way to Capsule Corp. We're going there. Now."

Goku nods, taking Vegeta's hand, then putting two fingers to his fore-head and simply instant transmissioning there.

"That works. Medical wing." Vegeta started off, forgetting to shake the younger man off. "Need to get you checked out. You do not look good."

Goku, nodding meekly, just follows Vegeta.

Vegeta calmly pushes Kakarot into a chair and restrains him with the special restraints Bulma had made up to keep him in bed when she thought he shouldn't be up. He hated the things, but knew perfectly well they were going to be very much needed. He walked out of the room, pausing at the door. "I need to get Bulma to do the tests."

Goku is letting everything be done with him, having lost his will to fight. Even as he's restrained he doesn't flinch anymore, just... sits there, accepting everything. He seems to be deeply traumatized. He just nods slightly when Vegeta announces that he needs to get Bulma.

Vegeta has to spend quite a bit of time searching for the stupid woman, but finally comes back. He watches as Bulma sets the tray she brought with her next to Kakarot and begins her examination. He laughs a bit as she twits him about his weight loss and haggard appearance, and his eyes positively gleam when she picks up a huge needle and informs Kakarot that she needs to draw some blood.

Goku is unusually quiet and withdrawn, seeming to not really notice Bulma - until she gets out the needle. Suddenly his eyes are not so vacant anymore and he focuses on Bulma, a look of sheer horror on his face. "What? No!" He starts to struggle against the restraints, positively panicking

Vegeta smirks. "Don't bother, Kakarot. Those are the restraints she uses to keep me down. Ki binders of some sort, suck the energy right out of you."

Goku's eyes grow wide and black, and he struggles more fiercely, the restraints cutting deep into his flesh. "No! Don't! Please...."

"Shut up, Kakarot. It's just a needle." Vegeta walks over to Kakarot, and uses his tail against him once more. "I really think you should let her, Kakarot. It will hurt less."

Goku looks at Vegeta pleadingly, cringing as he grips his tail. "No.. please don't let her hurt me…"

"Kakarot!" Vegeta tightens his grip. "That little needle won't hurt you nearly as much as I can. Imagine a broken bone... Here." He pressed firmly on the bone, enough pressure to ensure a massive amount of pain, motioning at Bulma.

Goku screams at the pain, having no resistance against it anymore, choking and sobbing as the needle pricks his skin.

Vegeta sighs, stroking gently over the mismanaged tail as Bulma leaves. Keeping the poor thing in a tight, though not viciously tight grip, and constantly stroking, he moved to face Kakarot. He shook his head over the tears. "That for a little needle?"

Goku is still sobbing, far, far away from normal sanity right now, not meeting Vegeta's eyes. He doesn't even know why he expected Vegeta to protect him - but he feels betrayed, in some way.

Vegeta frowns. "I didn't tell her what has happened."

"So what?" Goku replies in a tight voice. "She's gonna find out eventually. They all are."

Vegeta sighs, drops the tail and begins removing some of the restraints. Not all of them, and not those sapping binders. "Of course they will, baka. What do you think will happen then?"

In a pretty much lifeless voice, Goku replies, "I don't know. Chichi will want to divorce me. The rest... I guess they're going to be horrified."

Vegeta runs his hands absently through Kakarot's hair. "You'd be better off without her. She's bad for your health... sending you off to nowhere just because you puked a few times."

Goku closes his eyes, his muscles bulging as he absentmindedly strains against the rest of the binders. He turns his face away in an unmistakable gesture of rejection.

Vegeta, still absently petting the young man, dips to scoop up the tail again. "You don't think so. You're worried all your friends will hate you."

Goku sighs heavily. "Yes... Why should they not hate me... you hate me too, after all."

Vegeta stays silent, staring down at Kakarot, the gentle stroking continuing.

Goku finally looks up at him, a bitter smile on his lips. "At least that's what you said...but then again, you can't remember any of it…"

"They're your friends, Kakarot, not mine. Why are you so sure they'd hate you?" Vegeta continues gazing thoughtfully at Kakarot, and stroking his tail.

Goku is slowly getting used to being soothed that way. "What shall they think of me? I cheated on my wife... with you!" He spits it out. Of all persons. "And I got pregnant. I'm... an abomination…" Slowly, another tear rolls down his cheek.

Vegeta hisses in sudden anger, and though his touch stays gentle, his eyes do not. "Abomination? Is that truly what you think of your race? Yourself? Your prince? That we are abominations?"

"I…" His eyes grow dull again. "I don't know." He sighs. "I'm tired…"

Vegeta makes a decision. "They don't need to hate you Kakarot." He laughs, a harsh little breath of sound. "They may have hidden how they feel to you, but I know they still hate me. Now, they can have one more reason to hate me." He releases the rest of the binders.

Goku breathes in relief as what little ki he currently has rushes back to him, absentmindedly rubbing his wrists. Looking up at Vegeta, his face softens. "I.. I'm sorry. I feel as if all of this is my fault.…"

Vegeta snorts. "So do I. I'll just go tell Bulma now."

Goku is not very happy about that, but not feeling up to arguing, just nods. "I'm so tired... can I go and lay down somewhere here?"

Vegeta points to the cot next to the chair. "How about there?" He leaves the room.

We now skip several months. Goku is four months along.

Goku yawns hugely and blinks, stretching languidly. He still hasn't really gotten used to sleeping at Capsule Corp, but Bulma had demanded it and after a while Chichi had given in, saying it was better for him, "what with the risks and all." Vegeta, as usual, is training.

He sits up and, out of habit, strokes the small bulge that has formed. Everyone knows now, but their reaction had really surprised him. Everyone is very supportive, even though the way they looked at him at first was really odd. But the gazes thrown in Vegeta's direction were pretty unmistakable too, and that really makes him uncomfortable. Vegeta's still the father of his cubs, after all.. Getting up he stretches, looking at the food placed at the bedside. He is still eating too little, much to everyone's surprise, and Bulma and Chichi keep trying to coax him into eating more.

Vegeta finishes training, and goes in search of... what? Company? He does not wince under the accusing, angry eyes that look at him and then away, as if he is nothing but filth. He chose this, for his cubs' sake. And yet, their baka mother is still not taking care of himself properly. He scents the air, frowns, and heads purposefully toward Kakarot's room.

Goku emerges from the bathroom, having just showered, only a small towel around his still slender waist, waterdrops still glistening on his skin.

Vegeta walks through the door and stops for a moment to cast a disapproving eye over a form still far too thin. "You still aren't eating."

Goku starts, having been deep in thought. For some reason, Vegeta manages to surprise him constantly. "Oh.. it's you…" He turns and drops the towel, walking back into the bathroom to dress. In the last months he's stopped caring about how he acts around Vegeta, figuring since their history, he needn't keep up any masks around him. He's never understood why humans felt embarrassed by nudity anyways.

Vegeta sighs, following the younger man. Catching him before he can dress, Vegeta kneels in front of him, resting his head against the other's thigh while his hand skims over his stomach. "You must eat more, Kakarot. They fail."

Goku, looking down at the other man, is not intimidated by their odd position in the least, his eyes only temporarily flickering with something akin to emotion. "I'm not hungry." Slipping out of Vegeta's grip he takes up his clothes and starts to dress.

Vegeta growls, standing. "You remember what I told you. If you will not take care of yourself for them, I will."

Goku hesitates, then steps over to the tray with food, taking up a bit of meat and chewing on it, looking at Vegeta with an expression saying: Satisfied now?

Vegeta stands there watching, arms crossed, the expression on his face saying he's going nowhere until Kakarot eats everything on the tray.

Goku swallows a bit, then looks at the rest of the food, feeling sickness rising. No way is he going to be able to eat all of this... Turning away from the tray he folds his arms and stares back at Vegeta.

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