Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Teaching Goku ❯ Wake Up! ( Chapter 19 )

Teaching Goku 19

Title: Wake Up!

Author: Quirk othe Trade

Category: fan fiction

Genre: yaoi, lemon, angst, romance

Rating: adult, 17 and up or mature minds

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D isclaimer: I don’t own Saiyuki or any of the rights to it. I simply worship at the altar of Tokyo Pop and Minekura Sensei, like a good fan girl.

Warnings: Kannon’s position is revealed, but not the way you’d think.

A/N: I’m sorry for the major lateness. I’ve run into a bit of writer’s block- again. It happened with the last long fiction I was working on. The muse is no help; she’s immersed in FF xii. Not that I blame her. I want a Larsa plushie to huggle. This is not a Mpreg fic, no matter what it seems. I can’t seem to reach the reviews at aff.net. I know they are there, but I can’t get to them, it seems, and I just can’t figure out how with all the recent changes. Does anyone know anything about how to get to the reviews? Argh. Much love to y’all, and I’m really sorry for the long wait. Thanks for waiting, and thanks for all the love, y’all!!

Update: got to the aff.net reviews!

Beta: Un betaed

Synopsis: Waking up is a relief.

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“Here you are, sirs,” said the inn keeper, Shay, to her guests in the small dining room decorated in the wood it had been built in. She carefully set down filled dishes on the table amid the unusually silent group. “I’ll be back in a moment.”

Sanzo, dressed in a brown robe with dragonflies, picked up the tea Hakkai had poured for him just before her arrival and sipped slowly at it, eyeing the food before him with wary eyes. None of them made a move toward the food, not even Goku.

“I thought you were hungry, monkey.” Gojyo reached out a hand and hovered over the dishes, arching an eyebrow. “What do you want? I’ll give it to you.”

“Rice- just rice. Everything smells funny.” He was staring at the food on the table as though waiting for it to jump up and bite him. “For some reason, I’m not hungry like I usually am.”

Silently, Hakkai filled a rice bowl and set in in front of Goku. “Perhaps the nausea hasn’t gone away yet. It’s just as well we didn’t order our normal mountain of food. Sanzo? Just rice?”

“Ah.” Just as silently, the monk received a bowl of rice, and neither he nor Goku made a move to start eating.

Gojyo accepted the bowl passed to him. “Come on, start eating.”

Beside him, the monkey made a sound of half dread, half reluctance, and Gojyo turned a warning look on his lover. “But…”

“But nothing. You’ll feel better once you eat, right? So do it. Finish your rice, and maybe you’ll feel up to eating something else.” Gojyo began filling his own plate from the platters on the table, and poured miso soup into his own soup bowl. Then he picked up his chopsticks with a flourish. “Normally you’d be wolfing everything down everything in sight anyways, you know. Itadakimasu.”

Goku looked down at his bowl of rice miserably.

Foot steps could be heard, and Shay entered the room with a bowl of fruit and a knife. “I thought some of you might prefer this instead.”

A blond head come up, and Sanzo eyed her with barely veiled venom. “Sit down. I have a few questions for you.”

Setting the bowl on the table, Shay pulled a chair from another table over and sat. Hakkai silently began eating, feeding bits to Hakuryu as Sanzo carried out the interrogation. “Yes, Sanzo Sama.”

“There is a ‘spring of pregnancy’?”

“Yes.”

“Even touching the water can make you pregnant?”

“Yes.”

“Is it a cursed spring?” Violet eyes narrowed, demanding truth.

“N-no, it’s simply a magic spring as far as we know.”

“The… pregnancies… can be reversed?”

“Yes, with the spring of maidenhood.”

“The spring of maidenhood? Explain.”

“It’s about fifty miles to the north of here. Bath in the waters, and the pregnancy will cease.”

“Ah. And how long do we have?”

“About seven or eight days.”

“I have a question.” Gojyo intervened, half raising a hand, chopsticks dangling from his fingers. There was a small vein just visible under the skin at the temple of the blond’s head. The red head didn’t want their leader to burst a blood vessel for real, and it was a legitimate question. “If it’s a guy, how do they manage to give birth?”

“Cesarean.”

Gojyo felt his face go white, and judging by Shay’s expression, everyone else must have gone pale, as well.

“What’s… cesarean mean?”

(Except for one. Goku, you-)

“A caesarian birth is basically where the baby is… cut out of… it’s parent’s body.” Hakkai answered. “It’s usually done when the baby or parent is in danger through a normal birth.”

“Oh.”

“How do you know it’s seven or eight days?”

“The women usually give birth about then. On the other hand, the men…” Shay’s face grew solemn. “…if they don’t have the baby cut out, both the baby and the man can die. There’s just something about the spell that demands a certain time frame. I’m not worried for the two of you, though, because you’ve got a iron vehicle. That alone ensures that you’ll reach the other spring in time.”

“We’ll need directions, if you’d be so kind.” Hakkai said.

“Of course. My husband’s family has always helped those who have become involved with the spring, ever since the inn was built.”

“We leave in three hours,” Sanzo said decisively. “If not sooner. Hurry up and finish eating.”

“I’ll prepare food for you to take along. You’ll be hungry once you’re yourselves again and need the energy.”

“Don’t bother. From there we’ll continue west.”

“But- you’ll be very exhausted after bathing in the spring of maidenhood, and there aren’t that many places to stop for food and rest around here. This area is very lightly traveled-”

“We’d appreciate whatever you make for us,” Hakkai interrupted, the look on his face painfully kind. “If you’d be so kind as to go over the map with me for the next spring?”

“A-ah. Um… You can have the robes, also. Your usual clothes won’t fit, even this early in the pregnancy.”

Watching Goku from the corner of his eye, Gojyo nodded to himself. (His jeans are pretty tight, all right. Sometimes I’m surprised he can tuck his shirt in.) “And can you imagine- a pregnant Sanzo priest? Do you think the three floating heads would approve?”

Violet eyes shot imminent death at the red head. “Shut the fuck up.”

(Oh, I shouldn‘t, I know I shouldn‘t, but the temptation… Bwa ha ha! )“You should start your breakfast, Sanzo Sama. You’re eating for two now, you know.”

The chair underneath the priest was nearly knocked away as he jack-knifed to his feet, gun in hand and cocked at Gojyo’s head. It sent a familiar thrill of adrenal and fear surging through the red head. “Big mouth kappa-”

“Sanzo!” The emerald eyed man caught the blond around the waist as Sanzo swayed on his feet.

“Sanzo Sama,” Shay warbled, half rising to her feet. “You must be careful. Your body is delicate right now- it will be off balance because of the child-”

Sanzo cursed, briefly and with venom, before allowing Hakkai to guide him back into his seat. The gun was limp in his hand

“Gojyo! Don’t piss Sanzo off!” Goku began scolding in a low voice. “Don’t be stupid when we’re already in an awesomely stupid situation.”

“Shut up, eat your food.”

“Sirs, please listen. Your bodies are still in transition- you will have a hard time even walking until you get used to it. Please wait at least until this afternoon to leave to give your bodies time to adjust, and the Spring of Maidenhood isn’t easy on the body. Let me make a lunch to take with you to sustain you afterward.” Shay half rose to her feet, suddenly looking old and scared. “I’m so sorry this has happened to you, Sanzo Sama.”

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On the broad patio behind the inn, Gojyo left an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips as he made his way back to the porch, a shallow basket of peaches clutched in one hand. Goku sat on the top-most step under dappled shade, knees tucked almost primly, girlishly to one side. It was unusual if cute, but Gojyo found himself wishing for the usual graceless sprawl he was accustomed to seeing on his lover. “Here. Freshly picked peaches, courtesy of yours truly.”

Goku’s face lit up as he accepted the woven dish. “They smell good!”

Gojyo climbed the stairs to settle beside the brunet, and turned himself to lean back against the rail, one leg sprawled down the steps and the other bent behind Goku. Reaching forward, he grasped Goku’s arm to pull him back against his chest. “Come here.”

“Don’t tug on me!” The two of them bickered the few minutes it took for them to get comfortable on the top step, and the red head made sure he had one arm wrapped around his lover’s waist. “Pervert kappa, watch where you’re grabbing at.”

“Just come here, you damn monkey.” Goku- who rarely slipped, who was nimble as he raced through a battle field of opponents, who seemed made to tackle the sky with his leaps and bounds- had kept both hands on the wall to make his way out to the back porch after nearly taking a fall. The kappa had been far from amused. The only thing that had kept him from scooping the brunet up in his arms and hauling him off to bed where it was safe was the fact that he’d never hear the end of it.

“I’m not a monkey.” A mouth full of peach muffling the words, gold eyes flashed up at him as Gojyo was used as a reclining pillow. “How are we going to get the spring if Sanzo can’t even stand up long enough to get to Jeep?”

“We’ll carry him if we have to, as long as he doesn’t shoot us.”

“Here.” A peach was held in front of his face, its ripeness a strong sweet scent. After a moment of internal debate, he pulled the cigarette from his mouth, leaned forward and took a bite out of it. “Maybe Hakkai can get the gun away from Sanzo.”

“Just hurry up and eat, you. Once Sanzo’s got his ass glued on, we’re out of here.” It tasted as good as it smelled, and he licked his lips before chewing and swallowing.

“You’re awfully pissy for someone who isn’t pregnant, you know?”

“So? And?”

“Nothing. Just so long as you know.”

“For being more than a little freaked out, I think I’m doing damned good.” His fingers fluttered nervously at the other young man’s waist, and he frowned. “I think the buns in your oven have gotten bigger.”

“Ugh! Asshole! Don’t put it like that!”

“Ah… sorry to barge in…” Hakkai’s voice called as he came through the doors flung wide to the late morning breeze. “Sanzo’s almost ready to go, and I’ve finished storing all the bags in Jeep. Is there anything we’re forgetting?”

They turned and looked at him, and Gojyo saw the slight grimace of Hakkai’s mouth. (Is he still pissed about this?) “How’s the monk doing? Do we need to carry him or what?”

“No, he’s grasped walking again. But Sanzo’s very impatient to be rid of his delicate condition.” Crossing his arms over his chest, the chocolate brunet leaned against the porch railing and gazed out over the patio and backyard. “I hope you’re ready to go.”

“We will be.”

There was a slight sound that drew their attention towards the open door. The blond priest was leaning against the door, gun already in hand. He hadn’t bothered to change into his own clothing; the borrowed yukata was just more securely tied. Sanzo’s hair was slightly mussed as though he had been running his fingers through the locks, a wayward strand concealing the red chakra mark on his forehead. Fever had retouched the droopy indigo eyes, and a faint sheen of sweat slicked his skin. It made Sanzo glow, made him seem touchably human, and the kappa felt his almost buried attraction to the other man kick him squarely in the gut. “Move it. We’re leaving, you bastards.”

Replacing the cigarette in his mouth, Gojyo swallowed repeatedly to rid himself of the lump in his throat. “Yes, yes, whatever Sanzo Sama wants.”

“It’s a clear day today again. Travel should be good.” Hakkai said, tone conversational as the red haired kappa rose to his feet. “Hakuryu rested well so-”

“Hey, let go- put me down!”

“Just shut up, I’m not letting you fall all over the place.” Hoisting Goku to his feet, Gojyo tightened his grip and lifted the younger man in his arms despite the yanking and general resisting. “Finish your food.”

It was hard to ignore a Sanzo with narrowed, glowing pansy colored eyes, but the fact that the gun didn’t come up and track him helped. He concentrated on keeping his stride even as he balanced Goku’s weight in his arms, making his way through the lowest floor of the inn to the front door.

“You shouldn’t do stuff like that in front of Hakkai.” Gojyo felt the words mumbled against his chest more than he heard them. “He likes you and he’s been watching you all this time. It doesn’t feel right.”

“You don’t know all of Hakkai’s shit.”

“So?”

“His lover- Hakkai’s not ever going to be able to get over her. The fact that he’s alive now is a fluke, and if he can enjoy a little bit of the time he’s away from her- well, that’s just for kicks, you know? He’ll fight to stay alive but he’s looking forward to his time in hell. Hakkai doesn’t even care if he leaves a pretty corpse.”

“If you’re dead, what do you care about your corpse? And don’t talk about Hakkai like that.”

“You really do like Hakkai, ne? For some reason, that pisses me off.” Not looking down, he nodded as he kept striding forward. “Hey, inn keep.”

Shay’s husband Que halted, raised an eyebrow and twitched before following them into the lobby. “I take it you boys are close.”

“Yeah.”

“Let me get the door for you.” Reaching around them, he opened the door for the couple to pass through before following them outside to the loaded Jeep. By the sound of the footsteps, Hakkai and Sanzo were on the other end. “There’s a bridge on the route I want to warn you gentlemen about. The last thing I heard was that they were going to redo it, but no one’s passed word on whether or not that plan’s gone through.”

Gojyo allowed the words to pass over his head as he settled Goku into the seat and passed the emptied basket back to Que. From the corner of his eye, though, he watched Sanzo climb up into the vehicle with most of his usual grace. (That stubbornness bastard. Oh, well, it serves him well.)

“Oh? Ms. Shay didn’t say anything about that. Thank you for the warning.” Hakkai slid into his place behind the wheel. “Is everyone settled?”

“Hold on.” Climbing over the edge of the back into his own spot, Gojyo scooted over slightly so that he was closer to Goku. “Any time you’re ready- shit!”

The car shot forward like a bat out of hell, their brunet driver smiling his politely vicious smile in the side mirror just before he executed a sudden right turn that took them past the inn and into the woods. Trees, branches and underbrush flew by with outreaching limbs, and the car’s passengers hunched down to avoid being scratched. A particularly leaf filled branch smacked the unlit cigarette from the red head’s mouth, stinging his face. Gojyo pulled Goku down against his chest in reaction, muttering in his ear, “Get down.”

Thirty minutes of trees gave way to hills and a sea sick feeling as they rolled and roared over the curves of the land. Glimpsed over the distance was the afore mentioned bridge, and it was indeed in the midst of construction. A fair sized crew swarmed around like ants, tents pitched wherever clear space might be found. It all drew closer and closer, until Hakkai spun the wheel and hit the breaks with a squeal. Dust flew around them as the workers ducked out of the way, Jeep coming to a sudden stop at an angle to the bridge.

The green eyed man rose in his seat to survey their surroundings. “Oh, my, they’ve barely gotten started on it. And it doesn’t look like much is left on the other side, either.” The bridge was being torn down from one side to the other, the frame rebuilt from underneath as they went. Various workers hung suspended on ropes at all angles on the scaffolding. “While there are plenty of ways across with rope bridges, I don’t think Sanzo or Goku are up to such fancy footwork right now.”

“Hakkai. Jump it.” Sanzo’s bitten off words accentuated the slight tinge of green in his face. “Now.”

“Yes, yes, Sanzo,” Hakkai said cheerfully, and settled back down in his seat. Laying hands on the wheel and clutch, he began backing up for a straight aim at the opened bridge.

Gojyo muttered a soft curse under his breath as he tried to secure himself in his seat, tucking a foot under each seat and clutching an arm and hand across the back of the bench. The remaining arm stayed firmly around his lover, who silently grasped onto him, the seat’s edge and the back.

“Hold on, please, everyone.” Suddenly the backward momentum stopped and they were shooting forward. Goku huddled closer to him, and for a second the red head caught a whiff of peaches before the wind whipped them away. A few shouts barely registered before the rattle of boards sounded beneath Jeep’s tires. Then there was the sickly feeling of weightlessness that came from being air born along with a long triumphant cry from Jeep. (Fuck, Hakkai, you maniac behind the wheel! Does he honestly have a license?)

Gravity and the ground had a meeting of the minds and welcomed them back down with a teeth jarring jolt of a bounce and some fishtailing. “Fuck, Hakkai! Could you be any rougher?!”

“Ah ha ha ha!” They were being thrown back in their seats again, meaning the driver had pressed down on the gas again. “Hold on, everyone!”

“Ah ha ha- not! Take a little more care in how you fling us around, damn it! If Sanzo hurls, who’s fault is it?”

“His own! He’s the one who wanted to get there as fast as possible!” The land sped past again at a dizzying pace.

The blond didn’t argue the point. Gojyo let it go, settling for hunching down in the seat and tightening his grip on everything. A few fields and startled looking farmers were passed by, and the sky stretched out blue and wide above them. It was almost lulling; the endless blue and the sound of rushing air with the engine’s rumble. When they began to slow, the spell gradually broke then disappeared when they fully stopped. He was afraid to look up and kept his head down even as Goku tilted his head away from Gojyo. “Are we there?”

“I believe so. Gojyo, it’s safe to move now.”

Uncurling slowly, he released his grip on his monkey and sat up. Looking around as their driver stepped out of Jeep, he noted the unfortunate circumstance of their party being surrounded by woods again. Down a slope before stretched out a small lake easily two thirds bigger than the puny spring that had caused the whole mess. The strange thing was that no plants grew within yards of the shoreline. “That damned spring had tons of plants around it, and now there’s none around this one. Do you think it’s a sign?”

“A sign of trouble?” asked Hakkai, gazing out over the water. “It’s strange to be sure, but maybe to be expected if it imbues infertility. I don’t like the color of the water. It should mirror the blue of the sky, but instead it looks dank and gray.”

Instead of commenting, the red head looked over at Sanzo, hunched in his seat and breathing deeply through his mouth. “You okay there, Sanzo?”

“…Ah.”

(Fake ass- no, never mind. What’s the point of getting pissed?) “Monkey, you all here or what?”

“M-mm.”

“Sanzo, do you need help getting out?” Hakkai circled around Jeep. “I know how impatient you are.”

“…No. Let’s go.” The blond forced himself from his seat, and took slow, firm steps as he walked.

Gojyo leaned over the backseat. “Goku-”

“I’m coming, hold on-”

“No, I’ll carry you-”

“I can walk-”

A gun shot went off. “Shut the fuck up and let’s go, you stupid bastards!”

The red head scooped his brunet up in his arms and followed the other couple down to the shore. “Your aim’s off, Sanzo Sama.”

“Shut up.”

Goku looked up at him, eyes so dark they were almost light brown. His voice was soft as he spoke. “We’re almost there.”

“Yeah.”

“You want Sanzo. I can tell by how you’re all tense.”

“I do not want Sanzo. What the hell, we’ve got more important shit to worry about.”

“You never answered me about Hakkai, either, not really.”

“Shut up, monkey, I’m not talking to you about anything right now when your hormones are all fucked up.”

“You’re a coward, you damned kappa.”

Gojyo looked away, at Sanzo already thigh deep in the water, the cloth of his robe floating on the water behind him. “A lot of this shit with you scares me. It doesn’t mean I’m a coward, though. Do you think you can walk all right if I put you down?”

“Yeah.” Goku leaned up and kissed him unexpectedly. “Hurry up.”

Feeling slightly bemused, he did as he was bade, and watched the gold eyed man step into the water after their leader. The blond had halted with the water waist high and was just standing there.

“A lovers’ spat, Gojyo?”

“…Damned if I know.” Staring out over the water for a moment, he allowed his attention to wander. “He makes me feel like I’m drowning sometimes.”

“Drowning?”

Closing his eyes, Gojyo allowed a brief replay in his mind, jumbled images from as far back as he had known the priest’s ward until now. Goku laughing, Goku angry, Goku pouting, yelling, red faced, scared, aroused, content, bloody from battle- annoying snap shots that the red haired kappa hadn’t been aware of collecting. (Goku’s smile.) “Drowning. Sanzo better hurry up or someone’s going to get it.”

There was a splash, drawing their attention to the water. The blond had stumbled backward, and Goku was reaching out to catch him. In the process the monkey became entangled in the floating folds of his own robe, and instead of rescuing his mentor, dunked them both under the water. “Sanzo! Goku! Are you all right?”

Hakkai approached the lake’s edge while Gojyo watched. It was several seconds before Sanzo appeared, the water running thickly down his face like tears.

“Sanzo?!” The blond grunted in response. “Sanzo, are you all right? Where’s Goku?”

The water around Sanzo suddenly turned red as if someone had dropped a dye pack into its dungy aura, and droopy violet eyes went wide for once. A soft sound fell out of his mouth, almost in audible, and Gojyo lifted his head and searched for his lover. (Goku knows how to swim. He’s damned good at it- so where is he?) The kappa raised his hands to his mouth. “Hey, monkey, where are you? It’s not funny making everyone worry, you know?”

There was no answer and no movement from the water.

“Goku!?” The blood began to pound in Gojyo’s head, an unpleasant backdrop. From the corner of his eye he noted Hakkai’s entrance into the lake, splashing in after Sanzo. (This has got to be some kind of nightmare.) A sudden surge of crimson color several feet away caught his attention, and he started toward it, a feeling of dread creeping through him and turning his insides cold. The water was hot as he waded in. “I think I see where the monkey is!”

“Gojyo, Sanzo’s loosing blood!”

“I think I know where-”

“Gojyo!”

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“Gojyo, wake up! You sound like you‘re having a bad dream! Hey, you cockroach, plate-wearing kappa!” A heavy weight landing in the middle of Gojyo’s stomach had him flailing upright in his seat. “I’m bored, so let’s play cards!”

“Goku?” Staring wide eyed at the young man with both hands and a pack of cards planted on his stomach and leaning over him, Gojyo felt distorted. (But he…) “You were in the water… and you disappeared…”

“Eh?” Confusion registered in the gold eyes above him. “What’s that? Did the plate on your head crack?”

“Goku!” Bolting upright, the red head grabbed the brunet and began feeling his belly, hands groping over khaki denim. “You’re not pregnant!”

“Whaaaaaa! That tickles, stop-”

Several shots were fired from the front seat. They ducked on instinct. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, you pervert kappa! Do you want to die?!”

“Oh, my, Gojyo, at least wait until we have rooms.”

“Hakkai, listen- there was this spring that makes pregnancies, including guys, and Sanzo and the monkey got knocked up-” He ducked several more bullets for the sacrilege, loosing his grip on Goku in the process. “ We came back to this hotel in the middle of no where-”

“But Gojyo, we haven’t seen anything but dead trees in hours.” The driver gestured to the landscape. The red eyed man stopped for a moment and really looked around them. Dead trees stretched skeletal limbs up to the sky, and the dried out underbrush was perfect fodder for a wildfire. Hakkai, Sanzo and Goku had blankets draped over themselves to keep out the loose, fine dirt that drifted in their passing. His own square of cloth laid crumpled in the floor where he’d flung it.

“This looks like it did just before the inn.”

“Oh?”

Jeep broke through a tall hedge of wilted bushes, and there was the inn, only not the same inn. It looked old, yes, but the upkeep was better, the signs brightly painted, and there was several other smaller buildings, making it more along the lines of a tiny village. A road ran through it roughly from north to south.

“Food! Food!” Goku jumped up to point at a meat bun stand.

“Hakkai! Pull over! Don’t go past this point unless you want a knocked up Sanzo!”

“Shut up, pervert kappa!” Violet eyes flashed imminent death, the harisen rising up in promise.

“Listen to me, damn it! I don’t want a pregnant Sanzo either!”

“Die, kappa!”

“Ow, oww, owwwwwww! Shit ass monk!”

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Kannon Bosatsu rolled in her throne, deep throated laughter spilling from her lips. Beside her stood Jouroshin, observing the beating in the lotus pool as well. He sighed and closed his eyes, tucking his hands behind his back. “Kannon Bosatsu Sama, that’s mean.”

She sat up, torso still heaving from suppressed giggles, and eyed him almost seriously. “You think that was mean?”

“Yes.” Her shoulders shook and she ducked her head, leaving only a wicked grin full of teeth. Lifting a hand, she unfurled her fingers to let long plastic strings of packets fall in a fan. “Then what do you think of this?”

“Eh?” It took the servant a moment of staring to figure out what she held. (Little plastic packets, something round like a ring inside…) When he did, his eyes bugged out of his head and he jerked away from her. “Kannon Bosatsu! Are those-!?”

“Bwa ha ha ha! Your expression!”

“Kannon Bosatsu! Why!?”

“Why not? Let’s see them deal with this little set back in their sex life. Bwa ha ha!”

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For the Media Miner Reviewers only, cause I’m lame and can’t figure out how to get to my reviews for y’all at Aff.net:

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Eternalsailorsolarwind: It is indeed a scary thought, a preggers Sanzo and Goku. I’d hate to see Sanzo’s mood swings. Gojyo’s been damned good. I think if he had someone to really take care of, he might grow up a little more like this, too. Not all the way but getting there, you know? Glad you enjoyed!

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