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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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Nothings Impossible 11:

"What are they doing that could possibly take so long!" Vegeta was pacing. (Not to imply that he was concerned. Or worried. Or even interested.)

"Gee, Vegeta," Kakarot started and he had that clueless informative look on his face. The sort of look that usually proceeded him telling Vegeta exactly what they were doing and why it was taking so long and of course he--PRINCE OF SAIYANS--was well aware that it took time to birth children.

"Shut up Kakarot." Five steps down the hallway, turn, five steps up the hallway, turn, five steps down the hallway, turn, five steps up the--

"Dad..." That was Trunks. Standing in his doorway, sleepy eyed and his hair was messy. Sticking out and up all over his head. That was until he blinked and caught sight of Kakarot and his littlest brat standing in the hallway, and then he straightened up and patted his hair down. Fixing his prince appearance in a hurry.

"Hiya Trunks," Goten said. "Gohan's having a baby! We're related now."

"No we're not," Trunks said.

"Yes we are," Goten snapped back (apparently sleepy Sons were unhappy ones.) "The baby is your brother and my--nefew." Then he moved back to stand at his dad's side and yawned, tipped his adorable little head against Kakarot's knee and closed his little eyes.

Trunks crossed his arms over his chest and looked bored. "Did you wake up Mom?"

"No."

"She's going to be so mad at you..." Trunks grinned. And then said: "Goten!" and got his little friend's attention before motioning him back into his room. Goten hopped right across the hallway and ran into the room, took a flying dive onto the huge bed and snuggled right down into it. He was snoring before Trunks even closed his door.

"Maybe you should wake up Bulma, Vegeta."

He glared at Kakarot. Considered making him leave and then figured if he tried his (Kakarot's) woman would bitch at him and possibly twist his ear or grab him by the shirt or something unpleasant. Or just scream. "Shut up Kakarot."

"You know Vegeta, it wouldn't hurt you to be nice once in a while." Kakarot frowned at him.

~~~***

"Oh--that's just gross." Gohan was holding the baby in one arm, watching his mother as she gave him a shake of her head and said nothing in response to his statement. But something rather nasty (and slimy) had just oozed its way out of his body and was now laying between his legs. Glimmering and hot (disgusting) as it was even pulsing a little.

"That's the afterbirth," his mom said. Then she lifted the cord that attached the nasty thing to his child and held up a section. "Cut this," she said.

"How?"

"With your ki, it'll only take a little." It was truly amazing that she was being so patient with him. He was being rather whiny and difficult and she just kept calm and concentrated and, not that he didn't respect her before, but he was really starting to respect her.

So he powered up his fingertips and sliced through the cord, watched with sick fascination as blood oozed out of it and then stopped. His mom gave him a brilliant smile and held the cord much closer to the baby's tummy. "Now here." He repeated the process. "Alright. Time for you to go lay down and the baby should be hungry soon. Do you want me to call Vegeta or your father in here to help you?"

No. Not really. She seemed to realize this without him having to say it, and took the baby from him while he pushed himself back to his feet (his back was incredibly sore and his pants were soaked straight through. "Uuh," he muttered. "Maybe I should take a shower." Then looked down at the shiny, bloody, nasty afterbirth on the bottom of the white tub. "In a different shower."

"Baby first," his mother said and handed him back his son--Little Vegeta.

"But--uh--" He really wanted a shower. His legs were sticky now that the liquid was drying on them and he felt disgusting. Grimy. And he smelled bad. Nobody would even want to be around him if he didn't get cleaned up. "Doesn't the baby need to be clean too?"

"Not in a shower he doesn't." Then she opened the bathroom. "Go take a quick shower and I'll finish in here and get the baby clean. On your way out tell Vegeta to find something for his son to wear."

~~~***

"What's that nasty sm--Oh hi son!" Kakarot was blushing now, eyes closed and scratching the back of his head like a moron. Chuckling idiotically. "So--"

Gohan just shook his head and looked at him--Vegeta--but he wasn't carrying a child, he was carrying pants. And he wasn't fat anymore. He was almost the same size as he was before. Except now he had a long slit almost like a smile from one side of his waist to the other, just under his belly button. "Mom wants you to find some baby clothes for the baby."

Oh. 'The Baby.' No--your son. No--anything. 'The' baby. Vegeta considered it rather rationally for about two seconds: if he attacked Gohan right now he could probably beat him up without much effort since he was weak from the birthing thing. But on the other hand--he needed Gohan around to feed 'the baby' and Kakarot would probably beat the shit out of him for trying.

Gohan just shuffled past him, clutching his pants and muttering little things about 'gross' 'nasty' and 'liquids.' But he did not take the time to inform Vegeta what his child was. Or where. Or how big. Healthy. Color of hair, eyes or tail.

Bastard.

"Are you okay Vegeta?"

"Aren't you forgetting something?" he growled at Gohan. The kid stopped, turned around and looked at him.

"Oh. Dad." DAD?! DAD?! DAD?! "Mom said you had a senzu."

Vegeta was almost sure that he had completely stopped breathing. Reminded himself that he could just walk right in the room with the banshee woman and ask her about his child, but Gohan should have the sense to say it one way or the other. Considering That it was THEIR child.

Gohan took the senzu from his father, popped it in his mouth and shuffled off to the shower without saying anything further.

Vegeta stood still for a moment. Managed to get his feet moving and walked down to the lab where Bulma had gathered all the stuff for the baby last night. Picked up the whole lot of it with one hand. Planned how best to murder Gohan while he carried it up the stairs and into the bedroom, set it on the floor of his bed room and went to the bathroom where the GIANT BAKA was touching HIS--VEGETA'S--CHILD.

"He's so cute," Kakarot said. He was leaning over his wife's shoulders, arms on either side of her and making all sorts of noises at his child.

Vegeta ground his teeth together.

"Dad, stop talking to him like that." And that was Gohan--behind him, drying his hair. The senzu had healed up the slit on his stomach and shrunk his waist back down to normal (a secret that all women probably wished they had) and he moved past Vegeta to his mother. His tail was swishing behind him as he took their--

Wait.

Tail?

~~~***

"Like this," his mom said. Showed him how to put the diaper on. It didn't look too complicated. And there was a hole in the back for the baby's tail. (Bulma created these diapers.) The whole procedure was only complicated by the fact that the baby was wiggling and his lower lip trembled dangerously. Not that his mother was at all concerned with this. She left him to stand next to the bed with his hand on his newborn's tummy (so he didn't roll off the bed) so she could rifle through the clothes Vegeta had brought. (Vegeta himself had said something about 'air' and disappeared awfully quick after they all discovered he had his tail again.

Then the baby started to cry. Sob. His skin flushed pink and Gohan (stupidly) felt like a failure. Picked up the baby, shocked to hear the screams and be so affected by it, felt something wet on his chest and looked down to see that he was--leaking.

"Clothes first," said his mother right before the baby managed to get his mouth where he wanted it. She laid her tiny grandson back on the bed and made short work of getting his clothes on. All the while the baby cried and he kept inching closer to her, felt his hands tingling and figured if he didn't get his child back soon he was going to just take the baby. It was not necessary to have clothes on when the baby was screaming. And just when the very limit of his ability to restrain himself had been reached, his mother handed back his son. "Now you can feed him. I'm going to go downstairs and make breakfast."

Wow. She was never ending.

~~~***

When he came back to the room, it appeared to be empty except for the kid and their baby. The giant baka was downstairs with the food and the other boys were still sleeping. Bulma hadn't woke up at all yet. Which meant he stood a good chance at getting to see his son.

Gohan looked up at him, only long enough to see who he was, then turned his attention back down to their son who was sucking on his chest. His tiny hands opened and closed with his sucking and the little tail (sticking out the back of the baby blue clothes he was wearing) was curled around Gohan's fingers. It was a nice peaceful domestic moment.

Vegeta was starting to think he should have stayed outside.

"His name is Vegeta," Gohan said quietly. "And his last name is Son."

Son Vegeta? It would figure. Just one more way that Kakarot snuck into his life and took over things. He sat on the bed and leaned over, looking down at his son's little face, his hair that was sticking straight up now that it was dry. He was sort of cute.

"You're smiling," Gohan said. Like it was a good thing.

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Gohan: Aw. Cute.

Vegeta: Yeah--whatever.

Gohan: Don't make me hurt you.
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