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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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Nothing's Impossible 12:

"You have a tail!"

Gohan was starting to wonder why it was that he liked Videl before. Reminded himself that there were a lot of hormones in his body right now, that he was tried, that his tail made him edgy and gave him a damn impressive power boost. (He figured right about now, he could kick his Dad's rear even if he did get all the way up to SS3. It was a gratifying sort of feeling to be that strong. Even if he wasn't planning on using it.) Videl was just reacting. It was normal.

"Yeah," he said. "I had a tail when I was little but--Vegeta cut it off." Hm. Unpleasant memory. He thought about it a minute. That had been a long time ago. Vegeta wasn't going to cut off his tail now.

"And a baby," Videl said. That she said softer, inched her self closer to him. Craned her neck and looked down at his son as the baby continued his ever-important task of eating. (That was all the baby did. Nevermind sleeping and pooping. He just ATE all the time.) "Aw, he's cute."

Little Vegeta opened one eye, looked at the woman who was cooing at him, and stopped sucking for a moment, watched her as she reached out her finger like she was going to touch him. Gohan stood up. The last thing he needed right now (two days--no sleep) was the baby screaming and Videl trying to figure out what she had done wrong.

"So, are you going to come back to school?" Videl asked. Looked at him expectantly. But that wasn't the question she was really here to ask. He figured it was closer to his father's question. (But--Gohan, do you really want to stay with Vegeta?)

Sheesh. Some people were just too critical. Letting Majin Buu live was not a problem for his father, but his oldest son with Vegeta somehow didn't set right with Goku. Not that he objected to it, just sort of whined about it.

"Yeah," he said--"Probably. But not until the baby's older."

"Can't Vegeta take care of him?"

Gohan grinned like an idiot. Vegeta was great in a fight, but he just didn't have the child-rearing gene in him. Every time he held his infant son the boy ended up screaming. (Of course it could be because Vegeta held the kid like it was going to get him dirty or something.) "Uh--no." Besides that, he was the one producing the endless supply of milk that the child demanded.

Videl sighed. "So. Are you really staying with Vegeta? Like forever?"

Good question. "I am for now."

~~~***

"Mom still mad?"

"Hn."

"I told you." And his son flashed him a cocky grin. Waved him goodbye as he left to go play with the other little brat.

Vegeta was standing outside, for no reason other than it was far away from Bulma who smacked him with whatever she had in her hand at the time, and the Videl-girl that was cooing and drooling over his mat--Gohan. And his baby. It was sickening the way people came to goo and gah at the baby. Especially once the screaming started.

And Chichi was supposed to show up again today. Like she had ever two days since the baby was born. To check up on them and see her grandbaby. (And to goo and gah over little Vegeta. Chichi was the only woman that could hold the baby without little Vegeta screaming his little head off.) And if Chichi showed up, that meant the great baka was going to show up. Which meant not only would they be out of food again, but he would be forced to put up with the moron.

Except--they could go train.

Far, far, far, far, far, far away from here. Where no baby screaming could be heard. No diapers needed to be changed.

This could be a good thing. The fantastic idiot might just serve a purpose after all.

~~~***

"Aw, he's sleeping." Bulma was sitting next to Chichi, leaning her head over his mother's shoulder to look down at the baby's relaxed little sleeping face.

And Gohan fully appreciated this beautiful sight for a full second before he collapsed on the couch and fell asleep. He should have taken a shower or something else, but when you weren't sleeping--being clean became less important than any sleep you could get. So he took advantage of his son's decision to sleep and snored happily.

"VEGETA!" was what woke him. "NEVER WAKE A SLEEPING BABY!"

"I did nothing! KAKAROT woke him UP!"

"Yea--Chichi I think--"

"Be quiet, Goku."

Gohan blinked. Heard the screaming, sighed and accepted his screaming son from his mother. Adjusted his shirt so little Vegeta was resting inside of it and felt the little mouth close around his nipple again. Yawned, kept one hand on the baby and fell right back to sleep.

He woke up again and found his son leaning against the back of the couch, drooling on the couch cushions as he gnawed on them.

Oh Kami he thought ridiculously, I've slept too long. Because human babies just did not move that much by themselves when they were a week old. But his little son, one week old--3/4 saiyan--turned and looked at him. Grinned--he grinned!--and showed off all his little pink gums. Then fell right on his diapered but on Gohan's chest and drooled more.

"Oh--hi Little Vegeta."

Then little Vegeta leaned forward, fell on his belly on Gohan's chest, pulled the shirt out of his way with one (rather strong) little hand and latched himself right back onto a nipple.

"Oh--weird," he said--to no one in particular. It was perfectly normal and fine to be feeding the boy when he couldn't move on his own. And kept his eyes closed all the time, but it was just freaking bizarre to have him wiggling around like that, and sitting and looking at him and grinning and...

What happened when he started talking? Or walking? How long--exactly--was Gohan supposed to be feeding him like this? What happened when he got teeth?

~~~***

"How old is little 'Geta now?" Bulma asked. Asked him because he had not woken her up when Gohan was giving birth and it was entirely his fault that she could not remember how long the baby had been around her house.

Some genius.

"Three weeks," Chichi said. (Yes, she was here again. Making breakfast again. Pretty soon they would just ask her to move in and save everyone the commute.)

Vegeta ignored the way Bulma glared at him. Eventually she would get over it. And if she didn't then he could always kill her. Trunks was in her will now. Should she end up dead for any reason, the boy got all her money and the Capsule Corporation.

"No," Gohan said.

"FOOD!"

"No."

"FOOD!"

"No."

Their son was sitting in a high chair (a very strong one) and glaring at his mother with all his tiny saiyan might. He had tripled his birth size and was now just about the size of a small two-year-old. His hair was longer, his tail was stronger, and he had managed to learn two words. Food and boob. Both of which he shouted whenever they detached him from Gohan for any length of time.

Gohan was eating. A lot of food. More than any of them had ever even seen Kakarot eat. In fact, Kakarot was sitting at the table, watching his son eat with very large eyes and a slightly worried expression. He had attempted to touch the food, but both Chichi and Gohan had yelled at him, so the big baka was just watching.

But, Gohan had lost weight. A lot of weight. And the only way to keep his body from eating itself from the inside out (in order to produce milk to feed the small terror) they had to feed him insanely large quantities of food. (Double his body weight, or something like that.) Even then, he was looking a bit peckish.

"Gimmeboob!" Little Vegeta screamed.

"No," Gohan said between bites of food.

"Food!"

"Was Goten this bad?" Bulma asked.

Chichi looked up from the food. "No, but Goku was." And grinned happily (and pervertedly.)

Vegeta actually had to think about that one for a moment before he got it, and when he did, he inched farther away from Chichi. Bulma burst out laughing and had to slap her hands over her mouth.

"That's because yours taste the best, Chichi," Goku said.

Bulma was turning blue now. Chichi just looked over her shoulder at her husband and gave him a sly grin. (Vegeta was no aware that the two of them were capable of sexual innenduo before this moment.)

"BOOB!" Little Vegeta yelled (again.) And then he went with the never-fail tatic of bawling. Not screaming or throwing a fit, but honest to goodness tears. Huge tears that ran down his little face and dripped off his chin and he just bawled, dropped his head down to the tray of the highchair and sobbed.

Vegeta sighed. Gohan wavered, looked at the food he had been eating, looked at his child, looked at the food and got to his feet, picked up little Vegeta and the little boy stopped bawling immediately, made short work of getting his mother's shirt out of the way and made happy little mewling noises, wagged his tail and ate. Gohan sat back down and went about eating his own breakfast (with one hand, which slowed the feast somewhat.)

"You're spoiling him," Vegeta said.

Gohan was ignoring him.

"You're going to have to let him cry."

More ignoring.

Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest and frowned. Not that anyone noticed. Or cared. Bulma hadn't ever listened to him about Trunks. Even when he was right. And now look at the kid--spoiled. (Of course he was also incredibly strong, so a little spoiling had been alright, but this little monster was a different story.)

"I don't like it when he cries," Gohan said finally.

"You're going to have to let him cry sometime," Chichi butted in. "Or he'll just keep crying everytime he wants you to do something for him." An authorative nod. "Here Goku." She handed him his breakfast.

"Yeah, you should leave him here with us this afternoon and go out for a little while," Bulma said. "The three of us can handle one little baby."

"Yeah son," Goku said between plates of food. "It'll be good for you to go outside. You look all white."

"But..."

"No arguing."

"But..."

Vegeta restrained the smirk that he felt was tugging at his face. It was cute, the way Gohan was attempting to argue. It was the cute with the look on his face, and the little smears of food on his lips.

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Vegeta: Gee--wonder what I'm going to do with you... *Grin*

Gohan: *straps on chastity belt*

Vegeta: *grin* That won't stop me.
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