Nine Month Hell

Vegeta sighed as he felt the large ship rattle a little as it landed in the planets port. After several months on this retched thing they had arrived at Planet Cold. While part of him wanted to leave the metal tin-can the other part wanted to stay on it as long as it kept him away from King Cold.

“We have arrived, Prince Vegeta. How are you doing?” a servant asked walking into his room holding up a gold and red silk robe.

“I am fine, can I ask you something personal?” Vegeta asked bending his knees so that the young boy could slip the robe on to his shoulders.

“Yes,” he replied looking up at his master with compassion.

“Do you like serving me? I mean you were sort of forced on me.”

“Yes, I love serving you. You are a very kind master compared to all of the others that I was forced to serve. I was born a slave so I know all about having mean masters and you are the first nice one.”

“I like you too. Though I do not like having a slave, I much rather have a friend or guard.”

“I am not strong enough to be your guard but I would love to be your friend,” the yellow skinned alien said smiling up at him.

“Good, now tell me what your name is.”

“I-I do not have one sire. When you are born as a slave you do not get a name unless your master wants you to have one. None of my masters want me to have a name so I grew up just being called slave, bastard, and servant.”

Vegeta frowned looking away, this was not what he wanted to hear. He racked his brain but really couldn’t come up with a proper name so he just settled for one that he really respected and feared the most.

“Brolli.”

“Sire?”

“Your new name is, Brolli.”

“M-my name? I have a name?”

“Yes, just remember it when I call you.”

Brolli nodded and then turned on his heal and walked out of the room. Vegeta huffed as he placed on his shoes with some difficulty, his stomach had grown out even more. His baby also started to kick him even harder and more frequently than ever. It really didn’t give him much sleep at night and what was worse, he looked horrible pale and suffered from malnutrition because his daughter refused to eat anything that tasted decent. Then again when he did eat what she wanted she didn’t want a lot of it.

Coolar frowned over at Vegeta as they walked to the opening of the ship, he tried to pass him some crackers but Vegeta only looked at them and covered his mouth shaking his head. He didn’t want his father thinking that he didn’t know how to take care for Saiyan’s.

King Cold sat on his throne and waited for his son to bring him his prize. He sat up straighter when he saw the familiar site of Prince Vegeta. The only difference was his coloring and his large stomach which carried his child. He watched his son bow down to him and then gently push Vegeta towards his throne. The Saiyan Prince seemed reluctant at first but then he took his step forward with out a word.

“I welcome you to my home. I see that my son did not take care of you.”

“No, he took care of me well. I look like this because my daughter I taking a lot out of me.”

“Will you be okay?”

Vegeta nodded he had nothing else that he wanted to say to the Icejin in front of him. He had dealt with enough of them when his planet was spinning. His father always told him that he didn’t like King Cold, that there was something about him that really bothered him. Now that he was face to face with him on his own turf he could understand what his father was talking about. Though his own future brat killed him with ease using just one single blast.

King Cold sat back and stared down at the pregnant Saiyan, he opened his mouth to speak again when the Guardian walked into the room. Vegeta had yet to notice he was there so King Cold used the moment to make sure the Prince was kept busy.

“Cold! What have I told you about talking over me?” HE yelled his tail twitching in anger.

Vegeta froze at the voice that just spoke, he turned slowly and looked into the face of the Guardian and paled even more.

“Y-y-you!” he gaped pointing at him and then his world went black.

“Vegeta!” the Guardian called out running and catching the older prince. He gently laid the pregnant male down on the ground and let his head fall into his lap. This was not the reunion that he had expected but then again he was supposed to have died.

“Your Guardianship, I meant no harm by what I did.”

“I know, I know. Now get out of my site before I put you back into Hell where you belong!” HE barked.

“As you wish.”

“Wake up my little Prince,” the Guardian whispered down at him.

“F-father? I thought you died,” Vegeta muttered opening his eyes.

“I sort of did, but when Frieza through me out of his ship I was enveloped into this cloud thing and it gave me power. Power beyond my wildest dreams, but it came with a price. I could never see you until I had a reason to.”

“What?” Prince Vegeta asked leaning up on his fathers lap.

“I want to make a new race of Saiyan’s, stronger than the first race and better equipped to survive on their own.”

Vegeta looked down at his stomach where his child lay sleeping, almost ready to come out into the world. He looked up and noticed the look of pure love coming from his father directed towards. . .him. His father never really showed him this much love when they were on Planet Vegeta.

“Do you know who the Father is?” Vegeta asked afraid of what his own father would say.

“Yes, I now can understand why you love a third class Saiyan.”

“You can?”

“Yes. Now come with me my son, we have much to talk about before the others arrive.”

Kakkarot paced the floor of his room, he was on edge and he wanted to know what was happening to Vegeta. He was sure that they were already on the Planet. He just hoped that no one was torchering him or harming him in anyway. Even though his mind link remained silent and there were no signs of Vegeta being harmed he was still a mess.

“Kakkarot! Can I come in now?” Turles asked through the closed door.

“I guess,” he called back using the remote to unlock his door.

Turles sighed as he slipped into the room and looked around. His son was pacing the floor running the thick purple carpet thin. His arms folded over his chest as he watched him pace. Finally getting dizzy from the matter he reached up and jerked his son to a stop.

“You’re making me sick now sit down and talk to me.”

“No, the last time that we needed to ‘talk’ you tried to kill me.”

“You do know that I am your mother right?”

“Yes, I know. Father told me one night and I was shocked at first but now that I know I am not surprised to find out that you are related to me more than I thought. No wonder all of my family thought that you were me when they first saw you.”

“I am sorry that I did that to you. In truth I knew that you were my son the moment that I laid eyes on you but I didn’t want you to know that so I did the only thing that I knew to do. I wanted you to join me but you refused just like your father did when I asked him. I just wanted the Tree of Might completed so that I wasn’t so weak anymore.”

“Well, mother, you are not weak anymore.”

“True, but do me a favor and don’t call me mother.”

“Mom?”

“That’s a little better.”

Kakkarot laughed but shrugged it off as another thought came to him. He looked over at his look alike mom and wondered why he was never found by him if he knew that he was alive. After the destruction of their home planet he was sure that Turles could have figured it out that he was alive. Then again maybe he thought that he wasn’t a live and when his father died there was no reason to go looking for the offspring.

“Why didn’t you come and find me if you knew that I was alive?” Kakkarot asked despite himself.

“Well I wasn’t able to raise a cub. You were much better off in your fathers hands than in mine. Now let me tell you that I did regret not taking you with me after I learned that our planet was destroyed but I was young and there was no way I could handle you. In order for me to survive I had to sell my body and when that didn’t work out I chose to steal instead. Thus in the end I became notorious for thieving and pillaging just about every planet that I landed on. I found a nice group of strong men and a few of them were surviving Saiyan’s and lived my life as a rebel.”


“Of course you had no room in your life for me. I guess that I am glad you didn’t find me otherwise I would never be the man that I am today. Thanks to ‘Goku’ I was able to find Vegeta and mate him, I was raised as a decent male and a good father. Though ‘Goku’s’ wife wouldn’t agree with any of it I still think that I made a good choice.”

“I am very proud of you. Bardock, talks non stop about all that you have accomplished these years but you are still young and you still have a lot to learn.”

Kakkarot smiled and then jumped when his mom suddenly leapt to his feet and waved goodbye. Turles was always doing stuff like that when he lost interest. Everyone else had gotten used to it but then again everyone else tried to stay away from the trouble maker. Even Frieza chose to stay out of his way when he was in one of his “moods”.

Alone again he decided to shower and then head out into the mess hall to see what was going on in there. If he was lucky then he would run into his father and they could go spar for awhile. He enjoyed fighting with his father more and more now that he was getting stronger and stronger each minuet that they sparred. Toma however kept him to himself most of the time which made training really sparse and almost never happening.

Sighing again he just decided to shower instead of worrying about what might or might not happen in the next few days. He allowed the warm sprays to fall off of his body causing a soft purr to escape from his throat. With the combined sound of his purring and the beating of water he didn’t hear the entrance of an intruder.

Frieza heard the soft noise from the bathroom so he opened the door and looked inside. The site that he beheld made him take several steps back and hide his gasp of awe. He hated Saiyan’s, but this had to be the most beautiful site that he had ever seen. His own personal nemesis had the body of a God and the skin of a devil.

Kakkarot’s Saiyan hearing picked up the soft sigh and he turned his dark head to look at his intruder. He smiled sheepishly and then reached over to turn the water off, before reaching even further over to grab a towel.

“So what are you doing in here?” he asked turning to the Icejin again.

“I have no idea, I just heard a strange noise and decided to investigate.”

“I noticed that you were checking me out. I know that you hate me more than all of the others in your ship and yet here you are.”

“I was not checking you out you nasty monkey. You know that I hate you and the whole lot of your kind!” Frieza snapped and left his room in a huff.

Kakkarot almost couldn’t hold in his laughter but decided that laughing at the cold lizard lord was not something that he should do when he was this angry. Still he knew that he was looking at him with almost adoration in his eyes when he was in the shower. It intrigued him but it also gave him the creeps at the same time.

“Strange place this ship is.”

“Talking to yourself again?” Bardock asked walking into his room through his still opened door.

“I guess you can say that. So where have you been? Ah, never mind I can smell Toma all over you.”

“Yeah he has been keeping me closer to him now that I spend a lot of time with you. He doesn’t like you because you are not his son. No, he thinks that you are just a bastard son of his mate. Yet I do not see you like that then again I am your father.”

“Yeah, Turles, told me all about it.”

“He was in here?”

“Yeah you just missed both him and Frieza. I don’t have the slightest clue as to what is going on around here. I said some really heavy stuff yet, Frieza, just let it slide like he was afraid of hurting me or something. Maybe there is something going on there that we just are not seeing.”

“Like what? You think that there is a bigger plan then just us going to rescue, Vegeta?”

“Yes, haven’t figured it out just yet but there is something there that I am not seeing. Maybe it will work itself out when we get there I just hope that by then it is not too late to fix.”

“For our sake I hope that you are right about this. I can not stand to die a second time by the hands of an Icejin.”

Kakkarot nodded though he was never killed by one, no he was the one who ended their lives even though they tried to kill him even in death. He still had a beef with both Frieza and Cell over that matter when he was a child. He didn’t like the cold and freezing him to death was not on the top of his list of ways to die. Now that he was older again he had a lot less to worry about.

“So why is, Vegeta, still so young?”

“Well it was like this, I was wished back as a child so when I grew up into adulthood I met up with an old, Vegeta. I was depressed so I gathered the dragon balls and wished him young again. He and I share almost the same age. He’s a year older than I am. Shenron would not grant me the same age as him so he got us as close as he could.”

“I though you said that the dragon can not come out but once every hundred years.”

“He can’t. That was well over a hundred years ago. But with three wishes I also wished back my son and my wife and all of my friends. They don’t remember getting old or even fighting the shadow dragons and dying. All I know is that they have gone back to when they were still young in their lives. Only this time I made, Vegeta, my mate. He remembers everything too but he chose to never talk about the past. Said that it hurt too much watching Bulma die with old age.”

“Well then that would make you around three hundred?”

“Well in human years 23.”

“We are not human though. We are Saiyan and we live a hundred years for every five or so on other planets.”

“Oh, so when I turn 60 or so I’ll be near seven hundred?”

“Yeah something like that. Only it will seem forever before you ever reach that level of old age.”

“True, it seems like I am only seventeen or eighteen years old. No, I am much much older than that.”

“I would love to stay and chat more about our ages but unfortunately I have to leave you and return to my annoyingly overprotective mate. I promised him that I would go back to his room with in the hour and it’s already five minuets past. He’s probably running the floor thin with wondering where the hell I am.”

“Toma really doesn’t like me does he?” Kakkarot asked rubbing the back of his head.

“I suppose he really does not.”

Kakkarot laughed as he watched his father leave the room and left him to himself again. He turned to his closet and donned on another Saiyan fighting suit and ran his fingers through his hair trying to get it under control. But it proved to be a losing battle so he settled to let it win again.


Vegeta sat in a comfy chair as he listened to what his father was trying to tell him. Though he couldn’t wrap his brain around any of it. He could understand why his father gave him the ability to get pregnant but what he couldn’t figure out is why he also gave Kakkarot the ability. He was dominate one in the relationship but if Kakkarot could find the right dominate partner than he would be the one to be dominated and then he would carry that mans cub. However there was none in the rescue group that was dominate enough to impregnate his lover. In fact the only person who could probably do it would be his own father. The king was the most dominate Saiyan after all.

“Wait! You did that so that you could claim, Kakkarot, didn’t you?” the prince accused starting to get angry.

“Well, I suppose that was some of it but then again I just made him that way cause he is the strongest of our race at this moment. With his genes the cub would be extremely strong. Also I believe it would be male which would be the perfect mate for another strong female Saiyan.”

“You are still the same father that you were before you died and sold me off to Frieza. You know what happened to me while I was with him. Oh sure Nappa and Raditz, protected me when I was with them but when I was alone what do you think happened to a young Saiyan fixing to go into heat?”

“I know son, I watched them violate you but then there was nothing that I could do to stop it from happening. I wanted so desperately to kill them and end you’re suffering but I was forced to sit back and watch. I even watched what you did to your mate. I was angry at first but then I realized it was in you’re blood. It was how you were raised afterwards.”

“You knew but did nothing to stop it. I know about the boundaries that you had to face but it still makes me feel better to blame you anyways. After all these years I thought that you were dead.”

The king nodded his head but there was nothing that he could say to appease his son of the years of suffering that he had went through. There was no amount of blood or tears that could ever heal the wounds his death created in his son. He even failed his youngest when he tossed Table away. He knew that the boy would never amount to be King but he still could have held him in his arms and raised him like a normal cub. No, this was not the time to worry about the past!

“I am not going to sit here and try to make excuses for my faults. I am however going to try to change a few things in order to make sure that every newborn Saiyan will have a fighting chance at life. There will be no more bowing down to our enemies, we will conquer them just as I have done here with the Icejin’s, our once greatest enemy.”

“How do you plan on doing that father? There is no way that all of the people in the Galaxy will ever bow down to you or even I.”

“That is where you are wrong my son. If I can not talk them into bowing to me then I will use force if I have to.”

“Thus history repeats itself, I thought that you wanted the new generation to have a fighting chance?”

“I do,” King Vegeta said indignantly.

“Then why don’t we just wait until they are old enough to make their own choices. That way if they are all killed for being pigheaded like our old King then it will be their fault. You will have no say in what happens to my little girl. I don’t care who you thought you were but there is no Vegeta-sei to force me to your will.”

“That is true but as a father you have no choice but to heed me.”

“Father or no, you will not control me,” Prince Vegeta growled his tail puffing out in anger.

That got the King to shut up at least for the moment. He should have realized that his son was still insecure about ever being controlled by another being again. After all he did serve under the very person that killed all of the Saiyan’s and took away the one home that his son ever felt normal to be in.

Vegeta had heard more than enough for one day and he desperately needed to got the nearest toilet. Being pregnant was no joke and he half wanted to kill his mate but knew better than to try. Not for the fear of his own life but for the simple fact that he could never fight and win against Kakkarot. Not as he is not, maybe if that Baka ‘Goku’ were to ever show his face again then maybe he had a slight chance.

He stood to his wobbly feet and began to walk away from his father when suddenly a hand reached out and grabbed his shoulder. With out thinking he turned and snapped at the hand and let out a long low warning growl. He hated it when someone else touched him that wasn’t his Kakkarot.

“S-sorry but it looked like you were about to fall over and that I not good for the baby,” his father stammered snatching his hand back.

“Don’t ever touch me, unless I say that you can understood?” Vegeta said turning to look at the man that he once adored and honored.

“Of course, I should have known that you would be protective of your body. You’re cub is still inside of you and so everyone who isn’t your mate is a threat to you and the unborn cub.”

“Don’t ever lay a finger on me again, I don’t care if I look like I am about to pass out. I will take care of myself and my cub,” with that he turned on his heal and stormed away.


Kakkarot growled as he felt his link to Vegeta get stronger and stronger with each passing hour. He knew that he was close to him and he could feel his heart beating a mile a minuet. This was what he waited for so long on this tin can of a ship, that, and he didn’t know the way. Not that he couldn’t have found Vegeta on his own and landed right into his lap.

“Are we anxious about something?” Raditz asked rubbing his small bulge.

“ We are closer to, Vegeta.”

Raditz looked up and smiled, he would be glad to get off of this ship and breath some fresh air instead of what was in here. He was sure that his brother was going to storm the palace that the Icejin’s built and demand that his mate be returned to him. He only knew this because that would be something that he would do if Nappa were taken from him. This thought caused his smile to wilt into a little frown, he stopped having dreams about Nappa dying but he still had nightmares. This time they were slightly different than the last ones, instead of Nappa dying he was the one who was dying.

“What’s wrong?” Kakkarot asked bending down to his brothers level even though Raditz was bigger than him.

“Nothing, nothing at all. It’s just some dreams that I have been having lately.”

“Let me guess, they are about your mate dying?”

“Well the first ones were yes but how did you know? Did, Nappa, tell you?” Raditz asked a slight gleam of annoyance in his eyes.

“No, Vegeta, went through the same thing. He used to wake up in the middle of the night screaming and calling out my name. I had a hard time waking him up from the nightmares and he would always cry for hours after each one. It made his sleeping habits impossible.”

“I am going through the same thing, though I don’t usually cry sometimes they are so vivid that I can’t stop the tears. It’s almost like it was real and that is what keeps me up half the night.”

“Well if you did the Saiyan Scrimage like I did to Vegeta then you have nothing to worry about. If he died then you would soon follow right after him, or that is what, Vegeta, told me when I did it with out even meaning to.”

“Well it only happens when you find your true mate, and yes, we did do it.”

“Then you have nothing to worry about like I said. Now it’s getting late and you need to get some sleep. I can walk you back to your mate if you want me too.”

“No, no I think I can find my own way back thanks,” Raditz said holding up his hand.

“If you say so, but, Nappa, did tell us that we had to follow you around to make sure that no one lays a hand on you. I will not touch you because you would try to bite my fingers off, I know because, Yamcha, accidently bumped into, Vegeta, and he nearly took the mans head off.”

“It’s because we are trying to protect our cubs even though they are not born yet. Everyone but our mates are threats, the only reason we do not attack our mates is because we know that they are gentle and will not try anything foolish. It is their cub as well after all.”

Kakkarot absorbed this information and set it aside for later use when he needed it. Not only were his brothers words helpful in letting him know a little more about Saiyan’s but it also helped ease his mind from the horrifying thoughts of others raping his lovely mate. Also he felt no distress from Vegeta like he did when he was kidnapped so that was a good sign right?

Wrong, Vegeta was in state of mild madness by the time that he reached his own bedroom. Snarling he began to throw random things out his window, mostly it was useless junk that gave him the creeps. He laughed evilly every time that he heard the thrown object shatter and screams of terrified aliens filled his ears. Suddenly his temper changed and he slid down the wall and started to bawl about nothing.

“M-master? Are you okay in here?” his servant asked.

“Yes, Brolli now be a good boy and go away for awhile. I know why don’t you go exploring.”

“Yes, sir,” with that he turned tail and ran down the hallway in excitement.

Vegeta spent the next several hours on the floor thinking over everything that his father had told him. He now knew why the Cold family was back to life again but he was still missing parts of the puzzle. Like what part they had in this whole thing. What was the point in raising the dead of an enemy? Why where they raised in the first place when it was much better that they all stay dead and in hell where they belong in the first place? All of these questions were beginning to give him a headache cause he knew that there was no answer to any of them. At least not right now there wasn’t.

He frowned when he realized that his little servant hadn’t come back to check on him every hour like he always did. There would be no reason for him not to come by now, he never failed in any task that was given to him. He decided that he had best go look for the boy instead of screaming his head off and knowing that there was a chance that he wasn’t even in the palace. He climbed awkwardly to his feet and opened his door but before he left he rubbed his numb ass and moaned in disdain. He shouldn’t have sat on the floor for so long and now he was regretting doing so. Finally finished in his embarrassing task he set out to find the mischievous little servant.

It took him hours to locate the little bastard, he had no idea that the child went out this far and he was going to be sure to set down a few rules about going so far away. His scent caught his attention as he passed by a shop with dark windows. There was no sign anywhere on the building so he had no idea what it was. He wondered why his servant would be in a shady place like this. Confused he started to the front door but stopped when the wind changed and the boys scent got stronger.

Vegeta blanched, there was something wrong with this scent. It took him a moment to realize that it was the scent of blood, fresh blood at that. Not any blood but the blood of the little yellow alien that he named Brolli. A since of dread came over him as he slowly walked into the room and froze in his tracks. There in the middle of the room, hanging upside down and bleeding from a slit throat and wrists, was his servant. His once beautiful golden-red eyes were now glazed over in a filmy white.

“What are you doing here?” a really tall alien asked in a foreign language. Lucky Vegeta knew all of the languages of the Galaxy.

“That is, or was, my servant. I want to know who killed him and why.”

“Tha’ boy? Well it’s like this, he came in here and he became fair game. Jus’ like you are now fair game,” the alien said with a smirk and let his eyes roam all over Vegeta’s pregnant body.

The hairs on the back of Vegeta’s neck stood at attention as a sense of danger swept over him. He knew that he had made a mistake when he walked in here and now there was proof. He shook in fear as he realized that he had no Ki to spare thanks to his tantrum. Things were going to get messy in a moment and he only hoped that Kakkarot would land on the planet soon.

“Boys! This one is prettier than the last one. Not only tha’ but he’s pregnant with a baby. Or do you prefer to call your young cubs Prince Vegeta?” the alien asked looking down at him with a smile the revealed sharp looking jagged teeth.

Growling Vegeta began to back away as five other aliens joined the first. They all licked their lips and stared at a certain spot on his anatomy. He refused to be raped by anyone, and this monsters looked like they were hungry for it. He closed his eyes and whimpered when the first one reached out a hand and started to grab for his hair. When nothing happened he slowly opened his eyes and was shocked to see a burnt reddish tail sway back and forth in anger. He let his eyes roam up that familiar tail to the strong back of a very pissed of third class Saiyan.

“KAKKAROT!” Vegeta gasped in relief and confusion.

“Looks like I just made it in time,” his mate said turning to look at him with his yellow eyes.

“H-how? Where did you come from?!” the alien stammered.

“I used my instant transmission right after we landed here. The others know that I am gone so they will not leave the ship until I have returned. But first it seems that I need to teach someone a lesson about messing with other men’s mates!” Kakkarot snarled.

Vegeta watched in fascinated horror as his mate ripped the aliens limb from his torso and threw it across the room. He was accompanied by a loud screaming shriek that seemed out of place. Just as his mate was about to rip the aliens head off Vegeta woke.

“A dream? A FUCKING DREAM?!” Vegeta screamed. He was still sitting on the floor where he cried his eyes out and his servant and father were leaning on either side of him yelling at him to wake up.


Meanwhile back on Frieza’s ship Kakkarot was pacing his floor again, three more days and then he would have Vegeta back in his arms again. He felt a little confused by the mix signals that he just picked up from Vegeta. First there was rage, then fear, then terror, then relief, and then back to rage again. He could only assume that his mate had been dreaming about something. At least that is what he hoped happened to his mate.

(Poor Vegeta, dreaming about almost dying and then being saved. He misses his mate so much. But have no fear they will be together again!!! Oh and now King Vegeta is alive again. Seems that he never really died in the first place and the plot now thickens as they say. J hope you all enjoyed this chapter. NOW ON TO THE NEXT CHAPTER SHALL WE!!!)