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Sex. Humor. Mpreg. Purring.
School bashing.
Set in the: More of Us universe. Wherein Goku wished
to make more Saiyans and accidentally changed himself into part woman.
I don’t own anything (except Bardock, Takashi,
Vegita, Kakarot, Bulla & Goten’s uterus.)
~~~***
Twenty-four hours. Bulma asked for ten hours, and Goten had
stayed pregnant for twenty four. Trunks
smelled it, the change, smelled it before Goten woke up. Slid out of their bed, went downstairs,
found his father and Goku in the kitchen, getting breakfast before they were
supposed to head off to train again.
“He’s
in labor,” Trunks said.
“I’ll
get Bulma,” his father said, gave Goku a look.
And Goku smiled, tried to be encouraging, and moved to follow him back
upstairs.
Trunks
slid back in bed with his mate before Goten even woke up, and watched Goku
start to purr, watched him brush the hair out of his son’s face, and just the contrast
of how large Goku’s hand was in comparison to his mate’s head was enough to
make him sad. Hope that the babies didn’t
hurt Goten when they came out, and that the babies would be okay.
Then,
Goten woke up, curled up into a tight little ball, screamed. Trunks stared, couldn’t move as he felt his
mate’s little hands dig into him, felt nails break the skin and draw
blood. Stared at his face as it
contorted in pain. It was Goku that
broke that deadness, took Trunks’ hand and moved it to Goten’s stomach, raised
his own ki and Trunks followed suit.
Goten
uncurled and panted. Stared at two of
them and shook his head. “No,” he
whimpered, “No. They’re not ready.” Moved one of his hands from Trunks’s skin to
his fathers. Pleaded with him even as
he curled up in another contraction. “Not
now.”
Vegeta
brought in the necessities, and Bulma was telling him things, and Vegeta stood
in the doorway, listened, told her to keep all the other ones out of the room
and busy. Bardock appeared there
two. Talked to his father for a few
seconds and then turned and yelled at the littles as they attempted to peak
around him.
Trunks
didn’t care. Watched Goku sit on the
bed next to his son, purr for him as Goten curled up and whimpered.
The
door shut.
Trunks
kicked the blankets out of the way, helped his father pile the pillows around
Goten and then moved down to between his mate’s legs as Vegeta sat on Goten’s
other side and trilled for him. Wiped
his sweaty hair out of his face and looked at Goku. Waited.
They
all waited, and Goten panted, and whimpered, tried to keep asking for this to
be delayed, but couldn’t form the words.
Bared his teeth and arched back instead of up, stifled the yell that
would have come if not for the hand he stuffed in his mouth. And Trunks watched as a tiny little baby was
slowly emerging from his mate. Tried to
remember what his father had told him about this part, couldn’t think past the
pain that moved through him. Because
this little baby was so small.
Reached
down and helped (her) finish emerging, and held her, stared at her, rose his ki
and covered her in it as Vegeta clamped and cut the cord for him. As Goku warmed the towel they were going to
wrap her in, and Goten whimpered still.
“Goten,”
he said, felt emotion choking him for the inside out, waited for those black
eyes to focus on him, and showed him their daughter just before he handed her
to Goku. “It’s a little girl.” Leaned forward and kissed his mate, trilled
a deep trill for him. “How are we going
to raise a little girl?”
“She’s
all girl?” Goten murmured in response, watched his daughter be cleaned off, and
waited impatiently for her to be handed to him.
“One
hundred percent,” Trunks assured him.
Rubbed his stomach and watched as their first born child was handed to
Goten, as Goten stared at the little girls face, and tears formed in his
eyes.
“I
think she’ll be alright,” Goku said, “She’s breathing. See if she’ll eat.”
Goten
was curling up again, and he managed to say, rather breathlessly: “How am I
supposed to do that?”
Vegeta
rolled his eyes, and Trunks gave him a sneer.
As if the Prince of All Saiyans had been a naturally perfect parent from
the very first second of Bardock’s life.
But he was grateful that his father knew all the answers to these
questions, silently thanked (himself really) whatever providence allowed this
world to exist instead of the nightmare that had been before.
Goku
helped Goten, showed him how to hold the baby against his chest until she found
the nipple and figured out how to suck on it.
And the two of them—twins if not for the age and size difference—smiled their
identical grins. Purred. Goten grit his teeth again, and looked at
Trunks.
“Ready?”
he asked.
As
if they had the choice here. But he
nodded anyway, and turned his attention back to his appointed task as the
second baby pushed its way into the world.
Stared at his second child, because would you believe it… She was another little girl. TWO.
FEMALES.
“Lucky
you,” Vegeta said, almost laughing as he cut the cord and switched places with
Trunks so he could clean up the disastrous mess.
Goku
handed Trunks the second towel and moved away as well, left the two of them to
look at their daughters. Tiny, yes, and
they did not scream out their birth, but there was a strength to them. Goten took their second daughter and held
her to his chest so that she could eat and smiled, looked at Trunks and
smiled. Grinned. Glowed.
“Maybe
we should have had names picked out already,” Trunks said. Touched his daughter’s soft little wispy
hair.
“Bulma
needs to come in and check the babies,” Vegeta said, “We’ll tell the rest of
them that you’re okay.” He wrapped up
the messy blankets and picked them up to take them out.
“Yeah,
and then we’ll need to do something about your bed.” Goku added. He opened the
door so Vegeta could carry the mess out, smiled at the two of them and motioned
Bulma in.
Trunks
grabbed clothes off the floor and tossed them over Goten’s legs. (Since all the sheets had been taken
already.) Watched his mother as she
took the babies one at time and held them, unwrapped the towels and looked at
their skin and their eyes, and smiled at them.
“I’m a grandma,” she said when she had finished.spanspan>This seemed to please her. She smiled at them fondly. “Damn Saiyan constitutions. Lucky.
I think they’ll be okay. Make
sure you keep them warm. For now, I
think it’s best if they stay with the of yof you all the time. I wouldn’t put them in cribs yet.”
As
if they would allow their daughters out of their sight for even a few
seconds.
~~~***
Bulla
didn’t like it. Stood next to Bardock
at the end of the hallway, arms crossed over her chest, glared at the others as
they stayed on various steps of the stairs.
Whined and whimpered and stuck out their lower lips. (Except Takashi, who just rolled his eyes, but
still shifted from foot to foot endlessly as he waited to see what had
happened.) The chibi was the smallest
of them all, not the youngest, but should have been, because even Kakarot and
Vegita considered it their responsibility to make sure their brother was well
cared for.
And
they were helpless now. Heard him
scream, but didn’t know anything else.
Couldn’t tell by the way that Bulma paced up and down the hall if it was
a good thing or bad. Had to wait for
the babies to be born. And it was
excruciating. Annoying. Impossible.
That
girl—Takashi said she was named Nuala—was on the stairs too. Close to her older brother, talking to
Takashi and asking him to give her the words as she mimicked what she wanted
with her hands. Did not like that
girl. Did not like the way she followed
Takashi around, or the havoc she had wracked on her parents. Found great satisfaction in the way that
Bardock did not like her either, and their father all but hated her
absolutely.
Thought
about how she had foolishly been on the girl’s side back when she had just been
an abused girl.
Then
the door opened at the end of the hall, and Bulma was invited in, Vegeta was
allowed out. Everyone moved up a step,
tried to get past, but Bardock just gave them a sour look, and pointed down the
stairs. Reluctantly they went, and
their father sighed.
“Girls,”
is what he told them. “Two girls.” Carried the soiled laundry down the stairs.
Bulla
shook her head. “I feel sorry for
Trunks and Goten now. Two girls.” Knew that there were easier people in the
world to get along with than just her.
Looked at Bardock and the way he smiled in pride, looked pleased with
this turn of events. And he probably
was, because she could feel the two new ki signals getting stronger. Knew that he could feel them too. “Thank you,” she murmured to whoever
listened to the prayers of their kind.
Bardock
nodded his agreement. “Now we can take
our revenge.” He moved down the hall
when the door opened again and Bulma emerged.
She was grinning from ear to ear.
“They’re
good,” she said, “Healthy. Really quiet
and not as strong as full-term, but healthy.”
A happy sigh. “Give the new
parents a few minutes. You guys can see
the babies soon.”
~~~***
Goku
lifted up his son, babies and all, lifted him up and held him as Trunks and
Vegeta pulled the mattress off the bed.
Another one—clean—was waiting to be put in its place. New blankets and sheets were waiting
too. They, as the fathers, were the
ones that were given this responsibility, and he got to bask in the perfection
of sleeping babies with the new mother.
Got to hold his small son and purr with him. Purr the babies to sleep.
Watch their hair dry and start to spike.
“Can
I take a shower?” Goten asked. “Before
everyone comes in here and sees me and the babies?”
“Yeah. I can hold the babies,” he said, “Showers
are always nice right now anyway.”
Goten
shifted in his arms. “Did your butt
hurt too?”
Goku
nodded, thought with a distant shiver that he had broken his pelvic bone when
he had his sons and Bulla. “So, what
are you going to name them?”
“I
named the first one, Raine. Trunks has
to name the little one.” And Goten
smiled at this development and nodded.
Goku smiled with him, thought of when he was trying to name their
babies. Thought that he had named
Bardock and Gogeta. Sighed at that
memory, of how happy he had been then.
And heard Trunks snort, heard the little mutter that drew him back into
the present time.
Watched
the two fathers toss pillows back onto the bed and pull the blankets up. Thought of how they were going to be facing
an army of militant Saiyans in two days.
Couldn’t imagine that when he was looking at this domesticity. But it would come anyway.
Trunks
moved over and took Goten from him. “Is
it alright if I take a shower with him?”
“I
think we’re qualified to handle two babies,” Vegeta said. He held one of said babies and despite
himself, smiled at her.
“Kaori,”
Trunks said to his father, “That’s her name.”
Then he carried Goten away to the shower.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~****
Alright,
I stole Raine from FF8 and Kaori I got from a sight of names for babies. But it sounds like it’s a name from a game
too. Or a show, I can’t remember.
Goten: At
least I was in this chapter.
Trunks: Girls. Sheesh.
Why’d we have to have girls?
Goten: What’s
wrong with GIRLS?!
Trunks:
Nothing! I swear.
Jaygoose:
The
nchapchapter is the last day before the fight, so Bardock & Bulla will have
to face up to their father’s demand.
Getarian:
(Don’t
let anyone else know this but:) I don’t
particularly like Nuala either. I don’t
want that to show in the writing, though, because Sir Arthur Conan Doyle didn’t
like Sherlock and he wrote about him all that time. So… I pretty much agree
with you on your thoughts about her. But
I try to be fair to her since I did create her and abuse her and make her
challenge Goku & Vegeta’s relationship.
So now I’ll find somethin do do with her that’s fair.
Luna:
‘Course
I’ll continue.
That’s all til Monday folks!
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