Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Twins ❯ Confession ( Chapter 4 )

Ah, yes. The update for Twins that has been eagerly anticipated, if the reviews are anything to go by. It's not an rp at this point, due to my difficulties with the phone company. Instead, we've knocked Goku out, added a lovely little twist (Serapha should be working on that right about now, shouldn't you, luv! Recall who's supposed to do what?), and here we have the first of several dream sequences so that you all lovies following the story can find out just what happened when Goku dearest got pregnant!

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Vegeta stirs restlessly on the bed, unconsciously trying to protect the larger body he lays against, and the tiny cubs within. His shifting ceases after a moment, and he settles more firmly into sleep.

I pin him to the wall, the binders about his wrists, ankles and throat. I scream at him, telling him I will kill him, kill him for being stronger, for always being stronger, for living... I rant. I'm not entirely sure what I'm saying by the time I have gotten right up to him - close enough that my hands are on his shoulders as I pull myself up against him to scream in his face, close enough to see the hurt in his eyes before they close. Hurt? My voice stills, though my lips still try to form words, though I still strain to get closer to the man I am pressed against. Why do you seem hurt? I find my voice again. "Look at me, Kakarot! See your end!"

Finally, Kakarot raises those thick, black lashes, and the deep thoughtful orbs of his eyes become visible. The hurt is still there, but it is diluted now. The fire is still burning inside Kakarot's eyes, the fire that he always shows when the fight becomes real. Defiance. Naive and innocent and thick-headed to an extent that it was wholly infuriating, but deep inside, something ancient lies asleep, awakening only when summoned. And yet... this is not the steel-hard battle-lust that Kakarot's eyes display when he gets deadly serious. This is a mix of several emotions.

The look in his eyes catches me off-guard. I expected to see the hurt still, perhaps. I know I expected the defiance, I have him pinned and am threatening to kill him, after all. But the rest... that mix... do I see what I think I do? The strange blend almost reminds me of my first night with Bulma. "What, Kakarot," I mock, "no words from the mighty warrior? No denial that your defeat is finally at hand?"

I smirk, one hand gliding to his throat, stroking my fingers idly, threateningly, along the skin above the ki binder that holds him to the wall. "Or will you not even defend yourself with words?" My thumb brushes against his jaw, rubbing along it almost caressingly.

And I blink in surprise as he leans as much as he can into the caress. His lips part, but I do not hear the denial I expect. Instead, he says my name.

"Vegeta."

The hurt in that voice, the bitter sadness… I do not understand it. He should be defiant, retaliating and fighting with words since I have pinned him to the wall. Those dark eyes close, he turns his head away from me. I force him to face me, tightening my grip until he finally opens his eyes again. And then, I do what I consider unthinkable. I kiss him.

Vegeta sits up with a sharp cry, gasping and looking down at the unconscious Saiyan beside him. Except for that kiss, he had dreamt of his battle with Kakarot. But… he does not remember kissing the man. He'd pinned him, screamed at him. Gotten so close that he was within biting distance, still screaming. And then, he had started beating him. He remembered that! He had been furious, completely insane with rage, his power maxed out, punching and battering the other Saiyan. Vegeta shakes his head. There had been no kiss… and yet, Kakarot was pregnant - with his cubs.

Kakarot's tail hangs limply from the bed. Vegeta regards the broken thing for a moment, and with a sigh, pulls the senzu bean he has kept on him from the hidden pocket. He straightens the battered tail, aligning crushed bones as well as he can before forcing the bean down Kakarot's throat. And is relieved when the tail fluffs, the end beginning to twitch slightly.

The IV has nearly emptied while he slept. Vegeta gets up and sets up another bag of the nutritional slop. He regards the gaunt Saiyan on the bed, the bulge of his belly more prominent now that he lies on his back. Seeing the man after his shower had proven to Vegeta that he wasn't taking care of himself; how is it possible the others couldn't tell how far their mighty hero had fallen? Why can they, who are his close friends, not tell how sick Kakarot has become? Can they not see how thin his face is, did they not notice how badly his clothes hang from his too-thin frame?

Perhaps they think it is normal? Vegeta gives that some consideration as he goes about the task of setting up the drip so that the medication would be enough to keep his mate… no… not his mate. To keep Kakarot asleep without harming the cubs. Raditz and Nappa had been the ones to teach him about this. In case he'd ever needed to know. He is thankful now for the teaching.

Or maybe they refuse to see? That makes more sense to the proud Saiyan. They have been trying to pretend that it is perfectly normal for Kakarot to be pregnant, after all. They know nothing of the nights Kakarot has cried himself to sleep. He has watched them, acting as if the normally chatty man sitting by himself in the corner, not talking unless addressed, and then only in monosyllables, is perfectly normal. Every last one of them acts cheerful, supportive, offers to help out with anything Kakarot might need, cautioning him against sparring… treating him like a pregnant human female.

He recalls, now, hearing Yamcha say one of his girlfriends lost about fifteen pounds before she finally started gaining. Maybe they really do believe it is normal. After all, they believe Kakarot was raped. Of course he would seem more withdrawn. And his moodiness was naturally being attributed to the hormones his pregnant body was producing. That he is thin and not eating, well, pregnant human women have… he frowns, trying to remember the term… morning sickness.

Vegeta collapses in the chair next to the bed, taking Kakarot's hand and holding it to his forehead. "I've been a fool, Kakarot. I thought your fear of needles would be enough to ensure that you took care of the cubs. If I had paid more attention, maybe it would not have come to this. I have avoided you as much as I have because I do not care for being the evil one again. I had… forgotten what it was like to be the one no one trusted… the one everyone watches with fear, suspicion, anger. I thought it would be better for you if I stayed away as much as I could, after I realized how those looks bothered you. I thought…" he drew a deep breath, "I thought it was best. I was wrong… and it has come to this."

He looks up, a slight smirk, almost a smile, on his face. "I am sorry, Kakarot, but not that you are not able to hear my confession."

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And now I have to apologize that this is late. Somehow or another, the file that was to do the update got corrupted, and I was not able to update this as planned. It must wait now until Wednesday… which is hopefully when you are reading this!