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Nothing\'s Impossible	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8021 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Nothing's Impossible
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Nothings Impossible 10

He went to bed perfectly normally pregnant. A little round, no major bulge or anything, and nothing hurt or was uncomfortable or anything. Vegeta was laying behind him again, hand on his waist again. Nice, comfortable. Warm.

Gohan woke up in pain. Everything hurt. His chest hurt, his waist hurt, his skin hurt, his back hurt, his legs hurt, inside of his body hurt. HIs hips hurt, his ass hurt.

And he was hot. The covers were wrapped up around Vegeta, and Gohan was sweating, breathing hard and gripping handfuls of the pillow under his head and the sheets on the bed. He reminded himself that he'd been in worse pain than this--sometime--and that he was strong enough to get to his feet.

Forced his legs to move, slid them off the bed and shoved himself up to sit on the bed, gasped in pain and felt the tears in his eyes, but got to his feet anyway. Shivered in the frigid coldness of the room, his hot skin sweating and his legs were shaking. So he leaned against the wall and took the long way around the bedroom, to the bathroom door and pushed it open.

It was even colder in there. He turned the light on and whimpered, stopped there and rested for a moment. Felt the hot flares of pain going from his belly up and down, seizing hard and making his very skin ache. Tears were rolling down his cheeks and he wiped them off with the back of his hand. Stepped forward with both his hands out as a sort of balance.

He passed in front of the mirror and stopped again, wavered on his weak legs and stared with his mouth hanging open. His stomach was HUGE. When he looked down he couldn't even see his feet. It was all stretched skin and the strange dark mark.

Another pain ripped through his body and he gasped, reached out to grab something as his knees gave out and for one terrifying moment, he thought he was going to fall but strong (and incredibly painful) hands grabbed him around the chest, and he choked back the sob of frustration.

He was a fucking Saiyan! He shouldn't be weak! It shouldn't hurt this much!

Vegeta moved to take him back in the bedroom and he jerked forward instead, toward the bathtub. "No," he croaked. "Bathtub." He could hear Vegeta rolling his eyes. But he moved him forward and helped him get in the tub.

Then he knelt next to the tub and looked at him, at the rounded bulge of his stomach that was contracting again, making his whole body shudder with the effort and pain. He grit his teeth rather than cry again and felt his back arching.

"Uh--" Vegeta reached down and ran his hand over that mark on his waist, then lifted his hand and showed it to him. His fingers were pink, and dripping. Neither thing was good.

Gohan stared at the dripping liquid and reached his own hand down, felt his fingers across the the pulsing expanse of his waist, down to where the mark had been and pressed his fingertips into it.

Into.

"Holy fu--" Another pain contracted--of course it did, it was a contraction!--and he clenched his teeth and pushed. Instinctively. Just pushed and felt something tearing. Something incredibly unpleasant tearing. Tears ran down his face again, from his closed eyes. Something watery ran down his stomach and soaked his legs. When the pain passed, he opened his eyes again.

Vegeta was on the otherside of the bathroom, near the door. Giving him a queasy look. Oh. Yeah. It would figure that the Prince of All Saiyans could kill his own species without a second of hesitation but when it came to blood and whatever else was leaking out of him--he ran away like a baby.

Gohan growled, grabbed the edges of the tub and reminded himself that it would be wrong to kill Vegeta in his own bathroom. Sucked in a breath--attempted to think.

So he was apparently capable of giving birth. It was going to hurt alot, but he should be able to do it (or so he was fairly certain.) He was naked. He needed someone here that could ACTUALLY help--

"Vegeta," he said (croaked). "Bring me pants--" Sucked in a breath to steady himself. "And my mom."

Vegeta promptly ran away. It was probably better that way. He wasn't sure he could handle having Vegeta throwing up in the toliet while he tried to give birth to their kid. Besides, his mom was a woman, she would have some idea what to do. (He hoped.)

~~~***

Vegeta weighed it in his mind. Go get the black-haired banshee woman that twisted his ear and threatened to castrate him or go back into the bathroom and be helpful.

He was knocking on the moron's door. Standing out in the cold, dark night. Waiting for someone to come answer the front door. Because it would be impolite to break into their house--even though Gohan was by himself in the bathroom waiting for his mother to come. And he could very well die. Never mind the fact that his stomach appeared to be developing a long slit through which he could birth the child--he could still die. Their bodies--ok, Vegeta's body wasn't made to accomadate that sort thing. But there was a very good chance that Gohan's was.

He could be the first successful male pregnancy the Saiyan race knew of. Or he could die in the process.

"Oh COME ON KAKAROT!" He pounded on the door and backed up, getting ready to kick it in when it flew open and the very banshee he'd been sent to get stood there in her nightgown. Kakarot was behind her, eyes half open, hair tousled, wearing dark pants and scratching the back of his head.

And what was he supposed to say?

"Oh hi Vegeta," the baka said. "Isn't it kind of late."

"Is it Gohan?" Chichi demanded, reached out, grabbed him by the shirt (and this was no easy feat, considering his clothes were skin tight to keep this sort of thing from happening. So she had to clench her fist around his shirt and his skin and yank him forward. "Is there something wrong with my son?!" Then she turned around, let him go, grabbed Kakarot (by the ear) and demanded: "Take me to Gohan, Goku. Right now."

Wow. He didn't even have to tell her what to do.

"Ow--ow--Chichi!" But Goku raised two fingers to his forehead and they disappeared.

Vegeta turned to fly back when a small little squeak behind him made him stop--and he turned, looked at Goten standing in the doorway. One little hand curled up in a fist and rubbing his eye and the other at his side. Giving him the most disgustingly cute bewildered look on his face.

"Mister Vegeta?"

He reminded himself that he couldn't leave the boy here alone. "Come on," he said and grabbed him by the arm, hauled him up into his arms and they felw back toward Capsule Corp.

~~~***

"Oh--" Is what his father said, bent over the tub and looked at his stomach with the most morbid interest. Reached out his finger like he was going to poke him and his mom stopped that stupid attempt by smacking him on the hand--hard enough that it made Goku (strongest known warrior in the universe) jump back and hollar: "Ow! Chichi I wasn't going to touch..." And then he proceeded to pout about it.

"Out!" Chichi said. "Go!" And she shoved him out of the bathroom, slammed the door, apparently thought of something, yanked the door open again, and said (so nicely): "Goku go get me one of your senzu-things please." And then closed the door again.

If she did or said something after that, he didn't notice because the ripping, tearing, burning, searing, aching, bone-crunching pain was back again and he arched his back and pushed again, not exactly sure what he was pushing down on or out or what. Just that he should push, and did.

When he fell back against the tub there was a pillow behind his back (very nice) and his mother wiped his face off with a damp cool rag, then cleaned off his chest and neck and rinsed the rag before continue down with this process. Cleaning him up with quick effiecent wipes of the soft rag. That was rinsed, folded and set back on the sink for use later.

"Thanks Mom," he said. She gave him a smile.

"You're welcome Gohan." Her hair was hanging around her face, and she pulled it back with one hand, ripped a piece of the hem off her nightgown and tied all her hair back. Then leaned over the side of the tub and inspected the dark mark that he could feel opening up with every push. "Hm." That was what she said. Then she stood up, washed her hands twice, and came back over to the tub, knelt and leaned over without touching anything with her now sterilely clean hands--

Not good--

"Hey Maaaaaaaaaa--"

She was pulling the flaps of skin apart on his stomach. He wasn't entirely sure why, but he didn't think that was exactly a proper thing for his mother to be doing of all people! He felt her finger against something inside of him, the gentle pressure of her hand and then his whole body clenched up tight again and he pushed, grit his teeth and felt his eyes close.

When it passed, she wiped his face again. "Almost there, Gohan. You're doing great."

He should have realized she wouldn't be weirded out. Or not. She had been obsessed with that whole normalacy thing. But he was her son--and she did love him. So of course she would support him (and help him give birth.) "...Is...am--will the baby be alright?" he asked.

She nodded, gave him a smile. "Yes, Gohan. In fact, he's start to crown right now. That means we can see the top of his head."

"Really?"

"Yes. He's got black hair." Like they didn't all have black hair. Well--no, Vegeta's was very very very dark brown. Sometimes. In the right light. And any further conversation was cut off as another contraction seized him and he pushed harder this time.

Figured if the baby really was coming out and he wasn't slowly killing himself with his faulty instinct to push. Felt something, large--rounded sort of, pushing out of his stomach and his mouth felt open as he sucked in a breath of shock and pushed down harder (hey--it was finally starting to hurt less!) Something tore, he could smell blood and panted hard for breath. Saw his mother through his narrowed eyes as she reached down.

Gohan grit his teeth as the next contraction came faster than before and pushed again, felt something slipping and for one brief moment was terrified he had done something wrong--panted in fear when the contraction ended and rested his sweaty head on the tub. Heard a wet smack and the first beautiful sob of--

his baby.

He opened his eyes and looked at the little boy his mother held in her arm, not very far away from his stomach, one hand under his head and his little body rested on her bloody forearm.

"Boy," she said.

"Oh--" But there was nothing else to say. He reached up and took his baby from her, held him, wiped his face with his fingers and saw the pitch black little eyes open for the first time.

His baby.

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Gohan: Oh--that was manly, Vegeta.

Vegeta: *glare*

Gohan: Run away at the first sign of trouble.

Hercule: Ha-ha-ha *flashes the peace signs* That's right!

Vegeta: Now he must die.

Gohan: Sure--you can kill Hercule but you can't help out with the birth of your own son--whatever.
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