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: This chapter, both parts of it were really just me addressing situations that happened earlier in the fic. Because of my surgery I had a big gap between my writing, so everything after chapter seven just seems a little disjointed to me. I realised after talking with my muse Julesie that there were a couple things left unfinished by the end of this story. There are several other things left unfinished but I'm planned to address all that in a potential sequel. But there were things I had to finish here. So this whole chapter was basically written after the rest was finished, as a way for me to tie up loose ends.

I hope everyone enjoys this chapter.

Warnings for this chapter: lots of sap and fluff


--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Chapter 10 – Maternity Leave

WC: 3,180

Vegeta’s eyes fluttered open but he didn’t move. He glanced around, feeling groggy and wondering what had woken him from his nap.

Since he had gotten pregnant near five months ago Vegeta had found himself feeling weaker and weaker. The cub was draining nearly all of his energy as each day passed and the child grew beneath his heart. It had been near unbearable the first day he woke up and realized he no longer had the power to go into Super Saiyan…or even enough power to fly. He was utterly helpless now.

It had unsettled him like nothing else ever has. For days he had retreated to the cave, nearly holing himself in, leaving only for water and wood for the fire. Thankfully his mate had followed him and had provided food and comfort for Vegeta as he tried to wrap his mind around the vulnerable state he was now in and would be in for months on end.

But as always Goku was there for the prince and had assured him time and time again that he wouldn’t let anything happen to Vegeta while he was in this state.

“I feel really strong right now Vegeta. I doubt anyone could harm you right now with me protecting you Babe. I’ll be by your side through this entire thing,” Goku said with conviction, kissing Vegeta’s forehead to try and dash away his fears as they stood together just outside of their cave a week after Vegeta had retreated there.

And to prove his point Goku had powered up as far as he could go, scaring off all of the wildlife in the vicinity. It was the first time either of them had found out that there was something beyond the level three of Super Saiyan that Vegeta had only recently achieved.

They had stared at one another for minutes on end, both stunned and shocked at the unexpected events. It seems Goku had gained quite the power boost from his natural bodily reaction to Vegeta becoming pregnant. Goku looked on with wide eyes at his now hairy body, running his hand through his new mane of hair, turning from side to side to try and identify all of the changes to his body.

“It doesn’t look like the usual form of Super Saiyan. For one my hair is still dark…seems like instead of just getting more hair on my head I got more on my body. How bizarre. What do you think Vegeta? Vegeta…”

Vegeta hadn’t answered his lover’s inquiry, just standing back and staring…at the unbelievable sexiness that was his mate. He licked his lips as he trailed his eyes all over that feral body, fingers twitching as he itched to run his hand through that luxurious hair and rub against all that wonderful fur. He had thought level three was sexy with all that hair and power. But this…this was something far beyond that. Vegeta worried if his mate’s eyes turned sultry in the least his already throbbing cock would explode and Vegeta would be on the ground laying himself out like a sacrifice begging to be fucked.

His eyes trailed up to his mate’s face and he shivered. Goku had obviously smelled his arousal from there, and the man’s yellow eyes had changed to a dark shade of gold, a wicked smirk working itself onto those sharp features.

“Ve-ge-ta,” Goku rumbled, eyes alight with hunger and his voice several tones deeper as he slowly stalked towards this mate.

Vegeta’s body shook strongly, eyes widening as he moaned, body slumping to the ground. A bright blush blazed across Vegeta’s face and he looked up with embarrassed eyes towards his mate, who now looked smug, and even more turned on.

Vegeta had spontaneously come by just the sound and look of his mate.

He gasped as he was picked up, though he was handled incredibly gently for a man with this much power and was taken back into their cave.

Suffice to say they didn’t return home for many nights as they explored all the abilities of this new level of Super Saiyan.

Back in his bedroom, stretching from his nap Vegeta smirked at his thoughts. He wondered if his mate still would be able to go into that particular transformation once their cub was born. He sat up, knuckling the sleep out of his eyes as he looked around the room, trying to spot anything that could have disturbed him from his afternoon nap. After minutes of looking around and finding nothing Vegeta just shrugged and got out of bed, deciding to go downstairs and eat before he retreated outside with a good book to soak up the afternoon sun.

He walked easily down the stairs even with his protruding stomach. He may be pregnant but he was still a prince…and princes do not waddle. He spared a glance at his stomach…at least not yet. With the rate the baby was growing he was going to be a beached whale by the time he actually gave birth.

He made it to the kitchen and made himself a snack, the contents of which will not be disclosed here as Saiyan food cravings are quite terrifying, gulping down the small meal in seconds. He left the kitchen and entered the library, grabbing one of the books he was currently reading before going to the back door and walking outside.

He smiled at the site of his mate and Uub training, both doing simple katas as a warm-up for a real spar. He nodded in greeting when Uub spotted him and waved, Goku noticing him a heartbeat later. With a nod from Goku, the boy ran up to Vegeta, smiling brightly at him.

“Hello Mr. Vegeta. How are you,” Uub asked politely, glancing down at Vegeta’s stomach that was his habit now. Seems the boy still couldn’t get used to seeing a man pregnant.

“I’m fine brat. How is your training going,” he asked in return, the hand not holding his book resting on his tummy.

“It’s great. I do miss having you as my sensei though.”

Vegeta just smirked at the boy, nodding his head in thanks before retreating to a hammock hung between to trees in the backyard, deciding he would watch their training for a bit before reading his book. He stretched out, sighing as he sank into the netting of the hammock. His tail snaked through and pressed against the ground, slowly rocking himself back and forth, watching through his half lidded eyes as his mate and their ward resumed their training.

He slowly dosed off, lulled by the swaying of his hammock and sounds of the others’ training. And just as he began falling into unconsciousness…he felt it. The unidentified thing that had woken him from his earlier nap.

He felt his cub kick for the very first time.

Vegeta’s eyes opened and he gasped, hands flying to his stomach, discarded book falling to the ground with a thump. He sat up, swaying shakily on the hammock as his hand pressed against the tiny bulge that was his cub’s foot.

His eyes shot up from looking at his stomach when Goku dropped down in front of him, looking at him anxiously.

“Vegeta are you okay,” Goku asked worriedly, hands gripping the prince’s shoulders tightly as he looked over Vegeta’s body trying to find any injuries, eyes landing on Vegeta’s hands on his pregnant stomach. “Is something wrong with the baby?”

Vegeta just chuckled, shaking his head. He looked over Goku’s shoulder at Uub who also stood by, wringing his hands anxiously. He smiled at them both, not saying a word. He reached out with one hand, bringing one of Goku’s to his stomach. He closed his eyes, focusing on his child to see there he would kick next. He shifted Goku’s hand to the left and his eyes opened when his mate gasped out in surprise.

“Vegeta…oh Kami…that’s our…do you feel that,” Goku sputtered out, leaning his face close as his hands shimmied over his lover’s protruding stomach, eyes lighting up and gasps leaving his lips every time he felt their cub move inside his mate.

Vegeta chuckled and rolled his eyes. “No Kakarot, I don’t feel a thing,” he muttered using one hand to guide one of Goku’s own over his stomach to where the child was kicking as the other threaded through his lover’s hair.

Goku looked up with wide eyes, looking sad all of a sudden. “You can’t feel it,” he asked sincerely.

“Kakarot. Even after all these long, lovely years as my mate you have still not learned the fine art of sarcasm,” Vegeta said in exasperation, slapping his hand on the back of his sheepish mate’s head.

Goku chuckled nervously, trying to avoid further embarrassment by returning to his stroking of Vegeta’s stomach. Vegeta began purring after a few minutes of the treatment, eyes slipping closed at the sweet touch. They sat together, Vegeta on the hammock and Goku on the ground, soaking up the feel of their unborn child.

Vegeta looked up when he heard hesitant shuffling behind Goku. He saw Uub standing there, hesitantly watching them, hand still wringing together like before. He kept glancing at them before looking down at his boots, looking up and down before Vegeta caught his eyes and smiled at him. Uub slowly smiled back, taking a couple steps forward before stopping.

“Do you want to feel the baby, kid,” Vegeta said, pulling away from Goku and beckoning Uub closer.

The boy hesitated before coming forward, kneeling beside Goku and reaching out a small hand. Vegeta grasped that hand in his own, guiding it to the new spot his child was exploring with his feet. Vegeta smiled as the boy’s eyes widened at the pressure of the cub’s foot, turning bright eyes on the prince.

For several minutes the three men sat together, all gently touching the bulging belly that was protecting the newest Saiyan from the world. Eventually thought the cub seemed to quiet down, probably falling asleep in the warmth of its Papa’s womb. Uub pulled away, smiling and returning to practicing his katas while Goku stayed by Vegeta’s side.

“Hey Uub. Why don’t you go meditate for a bit. I’m gonna spend some time with Vegeta before we spar,” Goku said after a moment of watching Uub.

The kid nodded, disappearing into the forest with a jog. Goku turned to his mate, climbing onto the hammock and laying them both back into the netting. He wrapped his arms around his mate, spooning behind the prince, hands settling on his stomach. They were quiet as they lay together, soon dozing off into a light nap just as their new child had.


--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Gohan smiled as he relaxed on the grass outside, lazily watching the clouds pass by him oh so slowly. He folded his arms behind his head, taking a deep breath of the fresh, sweet air. It was the middle of fall now, and the land was going into hibernation for the winter as the air grew chillier each day. But Gohan didn’t mind, he loved spending time outdoors, no matter the weather.

Ever since his…mistake, over eleven years ago, Gohan has found that nature was a very calming medicine for him. He found it soothing to be in an environment like this, where there were no expectations and no constant reminders. For several weeks after the miscarriage, when his depression was at its worst he would go outside and lay down next to the little grave beneath a strong oak tree where his baby had been put to rest. He would lay there for hours, his hand over the mound of dirt before he was dragged away by his mate or father.

Eventually though his trips outside became less focused on his child and more focused on himself. He finally acknowledged that he had lost a child, but if he stayed steeped in this depressive state he was going to lose himself and then there would be nothing left. So he started venturing away from the tiny grave, finding spots around the forest where he felt comfortable and safe, and soon he was coming out of his shell and feeling more like himself. But the thing that did the trick for Gohan…was going hunting again.

Hunting had been a big part of his life for so long, but it disappeared after he lost his first cub. He hadn’t realized how much it was a part of him, and how much it defined who he was until he tackled his prey and broke the neck of an average sized dinosaur. He was a hunter deep down, cunning and stealthy. Born to provide for his family…well once he had a family to provide for. Because Piccolo was decidedly lacking in the need for meat.

He opened his eyes as the memories left him. He was back to normal, or as normal as he could be now. He turned his head to one side, gazing quietly at his slumbering companion…his Papa.

…his very pregnant Papa.

He turned onto his side, so he faced Vegeta, watching him quietly. The prince had one hand behind his head and the other rested on his belly. He was completely relaxed and content. He glanced up at Piccolo and Goku, who both sat on the porch of his parents’ house, talking quietly, reliving the olden days as they tended to do. He and his Papa were stretched out together in the backyard, under the watchful eyes of their mates.

He looked back to his Papa to find the man looking at him, his intense black eyes watching him curiously. “What are you thinking about,” Vegeta asked quietly, still laying in the same position as before.

Gohan didn’t reply, trying not to let his thoughts show but he gave it all away as he glanced down at his Papa’s stomach. He had already had a jealously fit over the situation months ago, after everyone first found out, but he had gotten over that. Once again with Vegeta’s help. But there was still a small part of him that felt very wistful and nostalgic whenever he saw his pregnant parent.

Vegeta sighed beside him, most likely piecing together his thoughts. Vegeta reached out a hand to him not saying a word as he pulled Gohan close. Gohan curled against the shorter man, his head coming to rest on Vegeta’s shoulder, his eyes glued to the rounded stomach now in front of his face. He was still for several moments, but his Papa’s heart beats and breaths calmed him and he finally reached out a hesitant hand, laying it softly above his new sibling’s temporary home.

“I hate being jealous,” he whispered softly, hand beginning to stroke back and forth.

“I didn’t expect anything different Gohan. Not after what happened to you. Just try thinking about it differently,” Vegeta replied, just as quietly.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t see me as just pregnant with my own cub. Think about the fact that I’m pregnant with your new brother. Think about all the fun you’ll have with him. You can teach him to hunt, since you’re a master yourself. But also think of all the things you’ll learn from this experience. Think about that Gohan.”

And Gohan did think about it. He knew this was his baby brother beneath his hand, but he hadn’t thought any further than that. His Papa was right. There was so much good that can come out of this. But the thing he recognized most was that this was his opportunity to learn how to care for a cub, learn everything he needed to know. Looking back now with an objective eye he understood that Vegeta had been right. He wasn’t ready to take care of a cub of his own. He wasn’t ready. But maybe after watching and helping his Papa raise his new sibling Gohan would be prepared to finally have his own child.

He suddenly hugged Vegeta tight, burying his head in the man’s chest, breathing deep as he composed himself. His Papa was so amazing, because he always knew the right thing to say to make Gohan feel all better. He pulled back, smiling brightly. “Thanks Pops,” he said. “How do you always know the right thing to say?”

“Years of practice brat,” Vegeta replied with a smirk.

Gohan just smiled in response before getting up, stretching a bit before he leaned down and helped Vegeta up. “How many more months before the baby comes,” Gohan asked, for the first time with excitement in his voice.

“About two more months,” Vegeta said, rubbing his lower back. “And it couldn’t come any sooner.”

Gohan just smiled, looking up when his father approached, stepping back to let Goku care for his Papa. He watched intently as Goku wrapped Vegeta up in his arms, his father purring slightly when Vegeta’s protruding stomach came into contact with his own. Goku brought a hand down to lightly stroke the prince’s tummy, Vegeta beginning to purr himself at the treatment. After a few minutes Goku started leading Vegeta back to the house, holding the smaller man close as they went inside.

Gohan watched the whole exchange with a smile on his face, finally feeling like he could be truly happy for his parents, not in the least bit resentful. A strong arm wrapped around his waist and he jumped at the unexpected contact, turning startled eyes on Piccolo.

“Everything alright Gohan,” Piccolo asked, eyes worried as he pulled the smaller man close.

Gohan leaned his head back, looking as his tall mate with happy eyes. “Everything is alright Piccolo,” he replied, smiling brightly.

Piccolo cocked his head questioningly, but didn’t ask any more. If his mate had looked sad he would have pulled him close and questioned his mate until he knew what ailed him so he could wipe away those bad thoughts. But Gohan looked genuinely happy. He hadn’t looked like this after being around Vegeta in so long, most especially after the prince became pregnant.

Gohan had avoided Vegeta for a while, and then had tried to attack him, and then he just got quiet, barely reacting when he was around Vegeta. But things had been changing bit by bit the past month and today it seemed whatever had been at war inside of Gohan had been rectified.

Piccolo smiled back, pulling Gohan close and leaning down to kiss that happy face, wanting to feel Gohan’s joy as his own. Their lips met gently, sweetly caressing one another as their breath mingled. Piccolo sighed, loving more than anything else these moments with his lover, adoring the feel of the smaller man holding him intimately and their lips sealing the connection.

Their kiss broke after a few moments, but the lover’s didn’t leave each other’s hold, standing together in the yard for a long time. Minutes passed and Piccolo gently let go of Gohan and the two walked into the house where dinner would be starting soon.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Review, review, review please.

We're getting close to the end people. I know it's sad, but bear with me. I am still seriously considering continuing with a sequel. Also, sorry for the delay with updating here people, I keep forgetting to update here on AFF at the same time I update on FF.net, so ya'll get two chapter today.

TTFN