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Never Before	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 5314 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Never Before
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 9
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Warnings:

1.
I don�t own DBZ. (Sadly.) Otherwise I would be busy coming up with
plotlines for TV that involved smut and mayhem.

2.
I normally write slash. So this is het. (That�s a warning because I�m
not entirely sure I am as good with female parts as I am with the male
ones.) HETEROSEXUAL SEX. VEGETA and BULMA having sex and getting
all sweaty and dirty.

3.
Yep. I think that�s it. No more warnings. *sigh, sadly. *

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***

Vegeta
wouldn�t open his big mouth and say it, but he was less than pleased with her
decision to have a caesarean section.
It was as if just because he was a glutton for punishment and pain she
should have been. Or maybe he thought
that his royal heir deserved to be birthed while his mother was SCREAMING in
AGONY because his little bundle of joy was TOO BIG to come out of her that
way. (Much too big, the doctors gave
her an approximate of his size, and she was pretty sure she was not going to
even think of what it would feel like coming out.) His royal pain in the ass was standing next to the bed, doing
that silent �I disapprove� thing that was really getting on her nerves.

They
were in the hospital, waiting for the anesthesiologist to make his grand
appearance and give her the happy drugs that would allow her son to be born
without making so much as a pinch of pain on her part. (She thought this was a very good
deal.) Vegeta, however, was just
glaring. Like he would have been more
impressed if a dog had randomly given birth to his son. (Of course, he would have, because the dog
would have done the birth without anesthesia.)

When
the annoyance got to be too much she snapped: �He�s probably got your fat
head.�

�As
long as he doesn�t have your hair.�

Jerk. Here she was, about to under go a serious
surgery to have his child and he was being a jerk. Giving her that glare.
Whatever, the day he popped out a kid she would start being concerned
with what he thought of the whole birthing process. (She considered the sight of Vegeta giving birth, and thought that
she was going to laugh right there� Oh,
that would be a sight.)

Thank
all the kind fates, because the man with the painkillers appeared, and she
could go get this surgery over with, have her son and be able to ignore
Vegeta. (And be mad at him because he
was ignoring her and they had a child now, and she wasn�t about to let him
ignore them both even if she was ignoring him.)

�Alright,�
the man said�had the biggest owl glasses she had ever seen. �Lets get you ready.�

�Oh,
shut up Vegeta,� she said.

Made the poor owl-man blink
twice and look at the man. He reached
to his ear and adjusted his hearing-aid, and then shook his head, as if to
clear his ears. Then he hummed, and set
to work giving her the epidural.

~~~***

That. Was a lot of blood. He had seen a lot of blood. Had bled a lot. But that. Was a lot of
blood.

When
they finally got through the fleshy outer parts of her overly large stomach,
and cut through the uterus, there was a gush of liquid�even more clear liquid
than there was blood�and they put their hands (their whole hands) inside
her. Moved around a little, mumbled
little things, and then�from the bloody mess there emerged a child. A rather large one, and after his mouth was
�suctioned� he started to scream out in objection that he had been taken from
the warm, watery paradise that had been his home for these nine months. He curled his fists up and started to howl.

And
he had a tail. (Which was being removed,
according to the woman. She said that
her son was not keeping his tail when he would turn into a giant monkey that
could eat them.) A purple tail. He stared at that for a moment, tried to
figure out how her little womanly earthling genetics had managed to have such
an impact on his child. Kakarot�s child
did not have strange colored hair. Why
did his? How did it turn lavender anyway? The woman�s hair was blue. His was black. That did not make purple.

Time
for such reflections was cut off when he realized he was being handed the
kid. They had wrapped it up in a
blanket, but it was still covered in questionable fluids. He took Trunks�nice to know that he didn�t have
to think to come up with a name, it had been handed to him by the future version
of the child�only because if he hadn�t, the idiot nurse would have dropped him
on the head. (The woman had told him
the reason Kakarot was the way he was�er�was because he had been dropped on his
head. There was no way he was going to
let his son turn into that moron.)

So
he found himself holding the child, watching him blink his blue eyes and look
like he would have been much happier getting dropped on his head. There was a brief silence, followed by screaming,
and the nurse turned him�that nurse was getting on his damn nerves�around to
where the woman could see their son.
And the kid shut up. Reached out
a little arm in the general direction of his mother and seemed that he liked
her better.

Hn. Fine.
It was the woman�s job to raise the kid anyway. His job was to teach him to fight. (Well, his other part in his child�s life
had been donating the sperm that allowed him to exist in the first place.)

~~~***

Two
weeks. Only two weeks she was a Mother
and already she was absolutely convinced she could not handle this. The baby did not stop crying. (While she was awake. Any consecutive moment that he was sleeping;
Bulma was also sleeping.) So, the whole
time she was awake was devoted to listening to him cry, singing to him and
changing his (horrifyingly disgusting) diapers. She felt maternal, sure, but mostly she felt completely out of
her depth. Not even that, really,
because she was doing everything she knew how to do, but overwhelmed. Because Vegeta had gone right back to
ignoring them.

He
showed up when the baby was sleeping, and looked at him, but always disappeared
as soon as she noticed he was there. As
if it would kill him to be seen behaving nicely around his own child. She had just gotten sick of it. Figured that she was either going to have to
beat the living crap out of him (ha, ha, fat chance there) or she was going to
have to give him a tongue-lashing.

But,
when she woke up (yet again) that morning she had found him actually holding
the child. Not lovingly or looking at
it with any sort of outward expression of love and affection, but he was still
holding him. Looking at him. Taking precious time out of his endless
training to be the best to spend just a few moments with his son. She hadn�t said anything, laid still and
tried to keep her breathing even and sleepy.
Waited until he had laid their son back in his crib and left before she
sat up.

Figured
that he didn�t need a tongue lashing after all. Well, not one for the sake of their son. She was more than willing to give him a
berating because he was being an ass and pretending like there was nothing
happening between the two of them just because she had given birth to their son. Whatever.

~~~***

For
the first six or seven months he was less than impressed by the kid. In fact, it was rather boring. It slept and ate and pooped. Nothing inspiring there. But then it learned to laugh, and learned to
sit up and blink and act like he had a personality. The child changed from something that he had just accidentally
helped to create, to something that he felt was actually a part of him
now. Even without a tail, the little
boy was definitely a Saiyan child.

He
gave his mother a hard time, cried to get what he wanted from her�probably
because Trunks had learned early on that a little crying went a long way. But he broke all of his toys, giggled when
he broke the rattles, smiled when he chewed through the teething-rings and howled
out in laughter when the bouncers and the walkers fell apart.

The
woman had met the ends of her abilities to deal with the child, apparently,
because she had shut down the gravity room, stormed in and dropped the
child�covered in strange green goo�into his arms. Growled, tried to wipe the same goo off her face and said: �It�s
time you took over for a little while!�
Then she turned and left.

As
if leaving him with a six-month-old child (hanging upside down in his hands)
was the best plan in the entire world.
But he turned Trunks upright, looked at him, and the child giggled. Reached his chubby little arms toward him
and cackled. He gave the kid a
smile�only because there was nobody else around. Wasn�t sure why he didn�t want everyone else to know that he was
proud of his son, but he was. Felt that
this was his and the way he behaved with the child was his business.

Left
the gravity room, carried the baby into the house and holding him by one arm,
stripped him down to his skin. (This
apparently pleased his son quite a bit, because he curled his little fingers
around Vegeta�s and giggled again.)
Then he set the baby in the sink, gave him a stern look and said: �Don�t
move.� Pulled off his own clothes, turned
on the shower and picked the kid up again.
Held him in his arms as they just stood there in the shower. (Discovered that baby�s skin was extremely
slippery when wet.) Trunks kept
spitting the water back out of his mouth and tried to grab the water, and that
disgusting green goo (Vegeta assumed it to be some sort of baby food) was
melting off Trunks�s face, down onto his arm and then it slid down the whole
length of his body and he shuddered in disgust at the very thought of it being
all over him. Vowed he was going to
scrub rigorously when he had finished cleaning the child.

That�naturally�was
when Bulma opened the shower. Gave him
an odd look. �This is not what I
thought you were going to do,� she said.
Took the towel�the only thing she had been wearing�off and set it on the
toilet. Stepped into the shower with
him, and took their son so he could move on to the aforementioned scrubbing.

Trunks
very much liked this, because he had his hands all wrapped up in her wet hair,
and was yanking on it, using her hair to pull himself close enough to�was he
chewing on her head? She just held him
and sighed.

Vegeta
put his hand between the child�s mouth and the woman�s head and his son turned
to look at him, blinked his eyes and pouted as if he already knew that biting
his father�s hand would result in something he would not be happy about. So he sighed and went back to just yanking
on her hair.

�Look
at us,� Bulma said with a sigh, �We�re Mommy and Daddy now.�

Vegeta
snorted. �He is not calling me Daddy.�

�Oh,
and what should he call you? The Prince
of Saiyans? The Great Vegeta?�

This
he had not considered in any grand detail.
Always just thought the kid would call him Father the way he had called
his father that. �He�s a Prince too,�
Vegeta said. That much was absolutely
true. As his son, the child was a
prince as well.

Bulma
handed Trunks back to him, held on until he had a grip on the slippery baby,
and then she took the washcloth from him and set about washing him off. �Does that make me a Princess?� she asked.

�No,�
he said, watched his son chew on his own fist, �That makes you his
mother.� That was enough of an
honor. To be the mother of a Super
Saiyan. To be the father of one was an
honor. Not as great an honor as being
one, and Vegeta knew that he was on the verge of it. Would become a Super Saiyan.

For
now, it was enough to hold his child, stand next to his woman�she was his now,
because she his his child, and he did not want to see that scarred idiot
anywhere near her again. This was
enough. Later, he would go back to
training, would remember that they only had eight months left before the
androids showed, would remember that he had to become the strongest again
because it was his birthright. But for
now, he could hold his son, stand next to her, and just be.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~****

Bulma: Wait a
minute. That sounded like the end.

Vegeta: That
would be, dear, because it was the end.

Bulma: YOU�RE
KIDDING!

Vegeta: No.

Bulma: What
about the whole �sex after birth� chapter?

Goku: That
only applies to Mpregs.

Bulma: *pout
* why?

Vegeta:
Because Goku is intolerably horny in the other fics.

Bulma: I
could be intolerably horny.

Goku: No you
can�t. That�s my franchise.

mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt'>Card:
Yep. That is the end,
folks. Sorry if it seems abrupt. I never meant to let the story get so
long. I enjoyed it. It felt nice to write Vegeta in this
fic. (And I feel as if I have been
Goku-deprived. Must go write more Goku
and Vegeta fics� *walks off like a
zombie * )

Shiro Ryu:

Lol. Yeah, I wanted to keep him in that �I�m
clueless unless I�m fighting� part of his personality. Wasn�t always easy (I write a lot of lemons
with Goku. This is the first one with
him and a woman� So it was a real first
for me.) And sadly, this is the last
chapter. Thanks for reading it. And for taking the time to review.

Jaygoose:

I
figured my other Goku�s were clueless only until they realized what it was they
were doing, and then they were like �Mm.
Sex. Sex good.es"> Need More.�
So I would show one that had an idea what he was doing, but was still a
bit slow on the uptake. ;) And now, I shall go back to writing slash.

PixelGoddess:

*sobs
because somehow she had managed to prove why Pixelgoddess does not like Goku�* Waaaaaaaaaaaaaa! "> *sniffle * No, I�m
alright. But I really love Goku. *Huggles him until he can�t breath. * And, yeah, I did feel bad for Vegeta with
his baggy pants. Poor dear. *pats him on the head. Points him in the direction of the slash. *

Makota:

*envisions
Goku on Viagra * *falls over from lack
of oxygen as she laughs herself to death *
Oh. That would be a sight! *Packs up yet another plot bunny and sends
it to Africa where it will not bother her *
That�s almost worth writing about�
Anywho, thanks for reading.
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