A Saiyan Way of Life

Title: A Saiyan Way of Life

Author: 2dragonkat

Summary: Sequel to my fic Alternate Reality. Life for the Saiyan family after Buu. Goku/Vegeta, Piccolo/Gohan, future Trunks/Goten.

Discalimer: ...sigh...yes I'll admit it, none of these characters are mine, I just hijacked them for my story. I'll give them back, I promise.

Rating: Mature for some chapters.

Overall Warnings: explicit yaoi, mpreg, angst, deviation from the DBZ plot but Uub will be present (just as a plot device), and bashing of various DBZ ladies.

AN: Well I enjoyed doing that Interlude a while ago that I had to do not one, but two more chapters in a similar set up. This chapter is an interlude between chapter 9 and 10. I'm giving a fast update today because I just hit 80 reviews which is amazing. Thank you, thank you, thank you to every one who has reviewed. I still can't believe this story has done as well as it has.

I hope everyone enjoys this chapter.

Warnings for this chapter: mpreg and some humor

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Interlude II – My Way or the Highway

WC: 2,218

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Touch

Goku closed the front door with a sigh, glad the last of the unexpected guests to their house had gone. He smiled at the thought that all of their worries over Vegeta’s health had just been a complete misunderstanding. Because Vegeta wasn’t sick at all.

His smile grew as he turned away from the door and walked down the hall and up the stairs to their room where his mate currently waited for him. He was going to be a dad again…and this time raising the child with the person he loved above all others.

He opened the door to their room and slipped in, closing the door behind him but not taking another step forward. He just paused and leaned against the wood of the door, gazing lovingly at the exquisite creature on the bed before him.

Vegeta was leaned back on the bed, burrowed into the massive amounts of pillows they kept there. The prince had one arm pillowing his head and the other rested on his stomach, fingers tracing invisible patterns on the fabric of his shirt. Goku sighed as he watched, following that hand over the still flat tummy, wondering who was inside.

His eyes shot up to Vegeta’s face when his name was called. He grinned sheepishly, finally pulling away from the door and going over to the bed, climbing on top and laying down on his side next to his mate. He stared at his lover’s face in silence for several moments, not searching for anything, just looking and drinking in his regal features. He scooted closer, raising the hand his head wasn’t leaning on to touch soft skin.

He watched as his fingers traced over a strong cheek bone, trailed down Vegeta’s jaw, and skimming down the cords of his neck. His finger twirled around the claim mark he had left there so many years ago before tracing lower. Slowly a deep purr rumbled up from the chest his hand now traced down and he felt his own purr rise up to match it.

His fingers danced down the cloth covered muscles of his mate’s chest, pressing down harder on what he knew were more sensitive spots, dragging yips and murmurs from his relaxed lover. Eventually though his hand came in contact with Vegeta’s. His hand covered the smaller tan one, pulling it up so he could press soft, dry kisses on each knuckle. He put Vegeta’s hand down on the bed after that, bringing his own back to the prince’s body for exploration.

He laid his palm flat on Vegeta’s tummy, finally finding the new bundle of chi beneath the surface that was not a part of Vegeta’s own chi. He shifted his body down and rested his head right next to Vegeta’s heart, watching the movements of his hand. He purred a little louder as Vegeta’s hand threaded into his spiky hair and petted his head gently, similar to how his hand was touching his lover’s stomach.

He slid his hand down before slipping it up beneath Vegeta’s shirt. His rough palm came into sweet contact with the soft, taunt skin of his mate’s belly. His hand eventually came to a stop, resting over the source of the chi that was their growing child.

Both Saiyan’s sighed together at the connection and they closed their eyes, falling into slumber several minutes later. Goku resting over his mate in a protective position and Vegeta holding the man close in gratitude.

This was the beginning….the beginning of something new and beautiful.

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Jealously

Vegeta held a sobbing Gohan to his body, stroking his head as his son weakly punched at his chest. He murmured sweet little phrases into the distraught man’s ear, purring to try and calm him. His son eventually wore himself out and collapsed in Vegeta’s hold, panting and hiccupping as he relaxed.

Piccolo and Goku stood on the other side of the room, frozen to the spot with eyes wide as they watched the unexpected scene unfold. It was a few days after Vegeta had told everyone that he was pregnant. Piccolo had brought Gohan over to their house because the young man had been acting strange since that day and Piccolo thought Vegeta might be able to help. What neither man expected to see was Gohan to burst into tears at the sight of his Papa and run at the shorter man, blinding trying to attack him, though there was no force behind his punches.

But both men were even more surprised to see that Vegeta was not startled by the outburst. He just opened his arms and pulled his son to him, not saying a word as Gohan gasped nonsense words around his tears.

But the phrase that stood out clearly was, “It’s not fair…”

Vegeta kept Gohan close to him as he sat down on a chair, letting Gohan collapse onto the ground, his head pillowed in Vegeta’s lap. The prince stroked his son’s hair as he calmed down.

And just as suddenly as the anger and tears came was Gohan smiling and hugging Vegeta, whispering an embarrassed, “Sorry Pops” into the man’s shirt.

And Vegeta just replied, “There’s nothing to be sorry for. It’s only natural for you to react this way.”

Goku grabbed Piccolo’s arm and dragged the Namek close and out of earshot of the hugging pair across the room. “Piccolo, what’s going on,” Goku asked quietly.

Piccolo swallowed a few times, staring hard at his own mate, not turning to look at Goku as he replied. “I think it has to do with Gohan’s miscarriage,” he murmured, looking on with sad eyes at his mate.

Goku’s eyes widened in understanding and he turned back to look on at the scene with saddened eyes. It made sense Gohan would be a bit jealous that someone else was having a cub and he wasn’t, because of the child he lost over eleven years ago. Piccolo and his son hadn’t tried for a child the last time Gohan went into heat last year, because they had both known they weren’t ready yet. But it was still something they both wished for, and were planning for in the future.

And now that someone else had been granted the same wish Gohan had reacted negatively. But Goku wasn’t worried, as he looked on at the scene that had gone from heart wrenching to sweet in a matter of moments. Gohan was clutching Vegeta close, his head pressed to the prince’s stomach, and chatting excitedly with his Papa, smiling as his son was probably imagined the new sibling growing inside his Papa, just like he did every night.

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Foods

Vegeta sighed, tired of arguing with his youngest son. “For the last time Goten. I’m fine. You can go home,” he grumbled in exasperation, glaring up at his son from his spot on the couch.

“No Papa. You’ve always helped me so I’m going to help you,” Goten said back, standing his ground steadily.

“Goten. I do appreciate the gesture, and trust me I will take you up on that offer later but not now.”

“But why Papa. You said you’re hungry but you don’t want to get up and make yourself something.”

“Because I’m feeling lazy brat.”

“Then let me make it for you.”

“No.”

“Come on Papa…”

“Trust me you won’t want to Goten. I’ll have you make me food when I’m as big as a whale but for now, when I am only five months pregnant. I can take care of myself.”

“Just tell me what you want and I can decide whether I want to make it or not.”

“…”

“Come on Papa it can’t be that bad.”

“Brat you have no idea what food cravings for a pregnant Saiyan are like.”

“I think I can handle it.”

“Cocky punk.”

“Papa…”

“Alright fine. I want…”

“Yeah, yeah…”

“…20 pizzas…”

“Easy enough. I’m a pro at making pizzas.”

“With chocolate sauce, anchovies, artichokes, cream cheese, strawberries and onions…”

“…uhh…”

“Exactly. Do you still want to make me lunch?”

“…uhh…”

“You can go ahead and leave Goten. I’ll get up eventually to make it”

“…No…uh…no that’s okay. I’ll go make it…”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. It’s fine. I’ll just have to do it blindfolded or something. Besides. I still want to do something to help you.”

“…Thank you Goten.”

“Of course Papa. I’d do anything for you. Cause you’re the best Papa ever.”

Goten left the room, trying not to shudder at the image of what he was about to make, leaving behind a touched Saiyan Prince trying to hold back his tears.

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Moods

Krillin was lounging outside with his wife, enjoying the sun on their little island. Their daughter was away at school and Master Roshi was…well he was doing what he usually did during the day. Krillin raised his sunglasses, glancing at his wife, wiggling his eyebrows in invitation when she looked at him. She raised a single eyebrow but sat up, crooking a single finger to call him over.

But before their romantic moment could start an unexpected visitor arrived.

“Hey guys. Sorry about this but I gotta escape for a bit,” Goku said, waving at them shyly after appearing out of thin air on Kami Island.

18 and Krillin exchanged curious glances, 18 rolling her eyes and huffing as she leaned back into her chair and crossed her arms. Krillin rubbed at his forehead, watching wearily as Goku plopped down in another chair on the beach. “Look Goku, as nice as it is to see you, don’t you have to be at home with Vegeta,” Krillin said, trying to hint that his best buddy shouldn’t be there.

“Oh yeah,” Goku chuckled humorlessly, scratching the back of his neck and glancing away. “Vegeta…yeah…well he’s in a mood right now…”

“Really,” Krillin asked. Kinda a bit curious now, because he didn’t think Saiyan’s would have many side affects of pregnancy as a human would…or…Krillin felt his eyes widen as another, more horrifying thought came to mind, maybe they had more affects.

“Yeah. Vegeta said the mood swings would only last a few weeks, just like the morning sickness. But it’s still exhausting to deal with all the time. I mean one moment he’s about to tear me to shreds and the next we’re in our bed–“

“Goku man. I love you, but I don’t need details about your sex life.”

“Oh right. Well anyway today was one of those days.”

Krillin nodded in understanding before he noticed something. Goku was covered with burn marks, his clothes were shredded, and he had a large bruise forming on the side of his face among many others decorating his skin. Krillin felt his eyes widen, realizing these mood swings were a little more dramatic than what he had experienced with his wife. “What exactly happened today Goku,” he asked hesitantly.

“Oh nothing unusual really,” his friend said with a shrug, waving a hand carelessly at his best friend’s concern. “I accidentally said he was looking bigger, which he took to mean I thought he was fat. He yelled at me a bit, blowing up another television and three chairs. I got roughed up a bit and he said he hated me and never wanted to see me again.”

“Oh I’m so sorry Goku. That’s awful.”

“Huh…Oh no. It’s actually pretty wonderful.”

“Goku. Please tell me you’re not saying what I think you’re saying.”

“Huh…?”

“You’re not wanting to leave Vegeta are you?”

“WHAT!? What gave you that idea Krillin.”

“Well you said it was a wonderful thing that Vegeta never wanted to see you again.”

“Oh. No I meant that it was wonderful this wasn’t a really bad mood swing.”

Krillin and 18 both locked shocked eyes on Goku’s smiling visage, exchanging disbelieving looks. “Huh,” Krillin said unintelligently.

“Well you should have seen him last week. He blew out the wall to the library and burned down five trees. I lost most of my hair too from him ripping it out. But thankfully Saiyan hair grows back really quick. This week wasn’t so bad.”

“…”

“What?”

“Well…uh Goku, buddy. Aren’t you worried about what Vegeta said man?”

“Nope.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. He’s said a whole lot worst. Besides his mood’s gonna change soon, you’ll see.”

Krillin nodded shakily, glancing at his wife then back at his friend. “You seem pretty calm for a guy who just got kicked out of his own home.”

Goku just smiled, shrugging his shoulders at Krillin’s statement. A moment later a figure appeared out of thin air. Apparently Vegeta had mastered the Instant Transmission technique. Both Krillin and 18 tensed in preparation for a fight but got something very different instead.

“Oh Kakarot!”

Krillin’s eyes widened to unimaginable proportions as Vegeta threw himself into Goku’s open, awaiting arms, nuzzling the man like a cat. He watched in disbelief as the two men kissed passionately and Vegeta looked like the happiest man in the world, not the angriest.

“Okay guys, we’re outta here,” Goku said cheerfully, holding his purring mate close.

Krillin waved thoughtlessly, shrugging helplessly at his wife’s questioning stare. The two Saiyan’s disappeared in the blink of an eye and Krillin and 18 were left behind…

…oh so thankful they did not have to deal with a pregnant Prince of Saiyans.


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