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Chapter List
- 1-More of Us
- 2-Two
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
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Notes: Slash. M/M. Sex eventually. *Again, again! *
Mpreg. Chi-Chi bashing. AU, I guess. *isn�t all fan
fiction AU?*

Oh, and I don�t own them. Of course I don�t, or I would be rich.

~~~~~~~*

Rebuilding
the Capsule house took longer than was entirely necessary, because over the
next month, Goku and Vegeta�who were responsible for the mess, and thus mainly
responsible for the rebuilding�kept disappearing. Invariably they would reappear in a few hours, with bloody lips
and bruises and tattered clothes, stinking like each other and sex, and for a
few hours they would work on putting up walls and carpet and rebuilding the
floor, but they always disappeared again.
Reappeared again.

Same
cycle over and over. Not that Bulma was
angry at them exactly, because she was rather pleased that Vegeta had once
again ceased to be stupid. The Prince
had yet to apologize to her, and in a way, as she ran a hand over her still
flat waist, she didn�t really want him to.
Apologizing would imply that the child was wrong. And he wasn�t.

Then
Chichi called, just after the phone was placed back in the kitchen. Bulma answered, endured the �Why has your
phone stopped working for the past four weeks?� and the �Aren�t you supposed to
be a rich super-genius?� Until Chichi
got to the �I�m pregnant again� part, and Bulma had to repress a chuckle. Six little Saiyans. Great.
Seven if you counted Gohan. Of
course, closely on the heels of �I don�t know why I let that overgrown monkey
seduce me� there was �I don�t want the baby.
If Goku doesn�t take it, I�ll put him up for adoption.�

Bulma
ignored her, mostly, passed on the news to the expecting parents�a very
pregnant Goku and an overprotective Vegeta�that Chichi was going to give them
yet another little addition. They just
looked at one another, then down at Goku�s rather round stomach and grimaced.

�Another
one?� Goku whispered. �How are we going
to handle six of them?�

�Carefully,�
Bulma said.

~~~*

Goku
was sitting in the oversized bathtub�a little luxury that Bulma let them add to
their room�with Vegeta leaning against his chest, when he realized that he
could feel the four little Saiyans moving around inside of him. Not kicking with their Ki�or their feet�but
just turning or rolling. Moving inside
of him, almost as if they were playing.
Vegeta could feel them against his back, and the two of them were just
sitting in the warm water, absorbing the simplicity of that moment.

Their
children.

�Vegeta,�
Goku said. He rested his chin on the
shoulder in front of him.

�Hmm?�

�Can
we name one of them Bardock?�

�Why?�

�Because,
Bardock was my father, right?�

Vegeta
nodded and then said: �Yes Kakarot.�
The smell�lord that smell�of lust that had been hanging around Kakarot
for the past month and a half had dissipated.
There was just the smell of impending childbirth now, which meant they
had to be especially careful not to subject Goku to any major confrontations or
shocks. A child whelped before four
months generally didn�t make it and Vegeta was not going to watch his children
die. He felt them moving in Kakarot,
strong and healthy, and he swore that he would destroy anything that even
looked like it would upset his mate.
Those brats would be brought to term and then they would be born.

Except,
Vegeta could feel the milk gathering in Kakarot�s chest, smell it as clearly as
he could smell the scent of impending birth, and he was afraid�deadly
afraid�that the brats would be born early.
He prayed�for the first time ever�to whatever deity listened to a former
planet purger, that the birth would wait two weeks. Just two more weeks. Four
months was all he asked. Four months
and the little ones would be okay.

~~~~*

Goku
didn�t feel right. He felt crowded,
felt like there was too much space all around him, and that there were too many
people. It was just him, Gohan, Vegeta
and Bulma. But he felt crowded; his
tail kept ruffling up in aggravation and swishing back and forth impatiently. He wasn�t hungry, but he tried to eat,
because he knew that Vegeta was worried about him. His chest hurt, and unless he was imagining things, his muscles
were changing into breasts. As if being
a big round balloon was not enough of a weird thing.

After
breakfast, Vegeta went to talk to Bulma.
Gohan hugged his father, patted his round stomach and went to stay with
Piccolo. It was probably better that
way, Goku thought, because he didn�t feel like having people around him. So he wandered, from room to room, felt each
one of them was too big or too open, and he didn�t like them, the smell of
them, the way they just�weren�t what he was looking for. Until he was back in his bedroom
upstairs. Stared at the band and the
floor and the bathroom, hated the whole room.
Grabbed handfuls of his blankets and his pillows and threw them on the
floor in the corner opposite the bed, piled them up, made a little nest, and
then flopped into it, laid on his back and put his feet on the wall. Scooted down until his knees were bent and
pressed almost to his chest.

That
felt better. More natural. And he started to purr, rumbling and thought
about why it was that Vegeta would be worried about him. It seemed the man was following him
everywhere he went, glaring at everything�up to and including flies�that found
the courage to approach Goku. Which was
cute, he supposed, but mostly it was annoying.
Goku was more than capable of taking care of himself, thank you.

Gradually
the purring lulled Goku to sleep.

~~~~*

Vegeta
wanted to scream. Because it was a few days
short of two weeks, and he could smell Goku�wherever the idiot had gone to�was
in labor. Of course the baka probably
didn�t realize that, because the first stages were rather simple. The need to find a nest, to be alone, the
body silently, painlessly adjusted to its oncoming task, and then, the pain
started and the labor went from a simple thing to bloody disaster of screaming
and snarling.

Bulma
assured him that he was capable of attending to Goku. Promised that it was actually rather simple, considering they
were creatures of instinct and all Vegeta really needed to do was help by
making sure the babies came out, and cut the umbilical cord. She sent him with warm towels, sterilized
tools, and told him to scream for her if he thought he wasn�t going to be able
to handle it.

As
if. He was the Prince of All Saiyans,
thank you. He could handle a simple
delivery. But, first he had to find the
idiot. And after checking every other
possible place in the house, Vegeta found his mate, sleeping, with his legs
propped up against the wall, on the floor, in a nest of blankets and
pillows. Tail pulled up out of the way
and reflexive ruffling and unruffling.
Everything was nice, quiet, the afternoon was making the room warm and
nice. And then, Goku sat straight up,
stuttered o �Wh �Whoa-wo-wo.� And there was a flood of liquid all around
him. Then Goku instinctively curled
into ball and wrapped his arms around his waist.

Joy. Vegeta thought dryly.

He
set the towels and the tools on a night table, and knelt next to his mate,
untied Goku�s pants and looking directly into the alarmed eyes, pulled them
down. �It�s all right, Kakarot. They�re ready to be born now.�

�They�re
ready?� Goku yelped, �I�m not!� But his
objections were stopped rather quickly when he curled back up, responding to a
contraction.

Vegeta
ignored his whining and pulled the pants off completely, adjusted Goku so
Vegeta was between his legs, and then waited.
an>Tan>The first one could�Bulma informed him that this was an estimate�take up
to an hour to even get ready to be born.
An hoorthorth of contractions was not exactly what Vegeta wanted to
think about, but it was his mate and he promised he would be here.

Goku
pulled away, closed his legs and pouted.
�No,� he said, �Absolutely not.
I am not�AHHH!� and his legs were open again, upper body curled forward,
stomach tightening even as Vegeta watched, and he was never so thankful that
Kakarot�s little wish had changed them both into psuedo-females. The contraction passed and Goku looked at
him. �I don�t want to.�

�Sorry,
Kakarot.�

Then
another one�weren�t these coming awfully close together? Bulma told him the contractions would be
minutes apart, and they were barely even a minute apart. But then, Saiyans were impatient to a fault,
it wouldn�t surprise Vegeta if the whole process had�through evolutionary
standards�been sped up to accommodate the race�s natural impatience.

Goku
pushed his body back into the pillows on this one, pulled his legs up and
growled. Vegeta looked away from his
mate�s sweaty face, down to where the little ones were supposed to be coming
from�and lo and behold�there was something happening down there!

Vegeta
took one of the towels and held it close to his chest, worried and yet
intrigued by the whole process. Goku
snarled louder, and Kami! There was a
little face looking at Vegeta. A little
face that was clearly displeased by this whole birthing process, because as
soon as the shoulders were free, the baby started to scream. Vegeta hooked his fingers around the baby�s
neck and helped it slide out. There was
another rush of liquid�bloody�and the baby was kicking and screaming. Tail wagging and Vegeta had never seen or
heard anything more beautiful.

�Boy!�
he announced happily. He cut the cord,
wrapped the baby up in the towel and handed him to Goku. Goku
smiled and whispered a little hello to his son. Beauty had never before been more beautiful.

Of
course, now Vegeta was faced with the rather puzzling task as to what to do
with the baby while he watched the other three be born. Goku couldn�t very well hold him because he
might accidentally crush the little one, and Vegeta couldn�t hold him because
he needed both arms to finish the task.
Little Bardock gave his parents a dispassionate stare and then started
wailing loud enough to be heard at the lookout.

Goku
wrapped his hands�Kami his hands were as big as the child�around the little
one, and with a tiny frown on his face, he ripped the clothe away from his
chest, and pressed the little one against him.
A few tiny cries later, their first born son was latched onto Goku�s
nipple and the man had the oddest look on his face.

But
that moment of beauty was interrupted when Goku started to curl up again. Not that little Bardock really cared. He managed to free one tiny hand and was
opening and closing his fist against his mother�s chest. Unconcerned with what was happening around
him.

~~~~~*

An
hour and a half later, the last one was born and wailing, Vegeta cursed every
god he knew of that Saiyans were not equipped with more than one set of
nipples. Because Vegeta was now the
proud papa of three little boys and one very insistent little girl. She was born last�probably conceived during
the second round of mating�and she was glaring at her father with every ounce
of venom a Saiyan could muster.

Goku
was purring, like a motor engine again, as the babies rested against his sweaty
chest and stomach. Vegeta threw a
blanket over the man�s legs and moved to sit next to him, gently removing one
of his sons that had fallen asleep while suckling and replacing him with his
wailing daughter.

�Purr,�
Goku said, �They like it when we purr.�

Vegeta
trilled, watched his son yawn, and then curl into his arms, sound asleep. There had never been beauty like this. Never been a pride greater than this.

�He
looks like you,� Goku said, �Look at his spiky hair.�

There
was a knock at the door, and then Bulma stepped into the room. �The screaming stopped. Can I come in and see them?�

�Sure,�
Goku said. He was too tired and happy
to really care if the whole planet paraded through his bedroom. As long as they didn�t make the babies
scream he wouldn�t mind. Bulma inched
forward, very softly, and knelt in front of them.

�Did
you name them?�

Goku
motioned to the baby resting on his stomach.
�This one is Bardock.�

Bulma
picked up the sleeping baby and held him close to her, hummed in a mimic of the
Saiyan�s purring. �He�s so� Do all Saiyans look like monkeys?�

�At
birth,� Vegeta said.

�Were
they all boys?� Bulma asked. She laid
Bardock back on his mother�s stomach.

�No,�
Goku pointed at the one currently falling asleep as she sucked. �This is a little girl.�

�Are
you going to name one of them Vegeta?
Isn�t that the name of the whole royal family?�

Vegeta
snorted. �They�re all royalty. I don�t see the point.�

�Well,
seeing how I already know what I�m going to name my son, I don�t have to think
about it; but did either of you think about what to name them before they were
born?� Bulma moved to sit on the floor,
rather than kneel, because her legs were falling asleep.

�Of
course we did.� Goku said, �I think we
should name them�� he stopped, thought
about it for a while until he sighed.
�I already named one,� he said, turning to look at Vegeta, �Your turn.�

�Bulla,�
Vegeta said. �For the little girl.�

�No
fair, I need more time to think about this!�
Goku pouted again, and Vegeta just grinned.

~~~~~~*

Yeah. I need
more time to think of names! Well, I
did when I posted chapter 8, but I got a name now.

Goku:
Goten! I like that name.

Mirai Trunks:
Uh�no. Chichi�s going to name
your other son that.

Vegeta: *protecting the brood*
How did you know that?

Chibi Trunks: Because! I spontaneously go from loving Gohan to
loving Goten.

Vegeta:
They�re everywhere!

Goku:
But� You and Goten are brothers!

Chibi Trunks: Nun-uh. We are both brothers to those four *points at brood* but we
aren�t brothers to each other.

Goku:
Huh. Why not?

Chibi: Because the author is a hentai and she likes
it when we get it on.

Goku: But,
but, but� You�re so small, and cute.

Chibi:
So? You started out as a man.

LadyLupin:

You�re
welcome. I was online right after you
reviewed, so I figured, I have the story already written, why not post it?

Getarian:

I went
and re-read that paragraph and it could imply something about Vegeta not being
as good or as Saiyan as Goku, but that�s not what I meant to imply. It�s basically just Vegeta having a little
weepy moment about how Goku is something he isn�t. Because they are very different people. And the whole Saiyans would never die because of him thing, that
was because Goku actually went out of his way to make more of them. I�m sorry; I didn�t mean to cast a doubting
shadow on the Prince. He is definitely the prouder of Saiyan heritage than
Goku.

Mechanical Butterfly:

I was
hoping nobody would expect the het sex.
Yeah! Don�t kill the pregnant
women, please, because if you do I�ll have to find a new way to get Goten &
Trunks. I was very proud of our little
Princey when he (as the muse in my head) informed me that he was willing to (at
least this once) let Goku be on top.

Luna:

*hands
towel to wipe up drool* I like
Bulma. Could really care less if Chichi
fell off the face of the earth, but I thought I was being unfair to her and
thus decided to show a more human less harpy side of her.

Jaygoose:

I�m
shocked into utter silence about the reviews.
The most I�ve ever gotten was like ten.
(except on that one story for FF8) and even that was over the course of
several months.) So, since everyone was
so nice, I�m going back and reading all the reviewer�s writing and when I�ve
read it twice I�ll leave a lil�review.

Dexter�smommy:

Me
too. I don�t know what it is, but I�m
great big sucker for a nice pregnant boy.
*sighs* This is my very first
Mpreg too. Never written anything quite
this weird before.
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