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: So here's the second part of the chapter. I'm bringing back a character I nearly forgot about if I hadn't been reminded by my muse

I hope everyone enjoys this chapter.

Warnings for this chapter:...I'm actually not going to say anything here, I don't want to spoil this chapter.


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Chapter 10 – Maternity Leave (Part II)

WC: 3,752

She had been watching them.

She had been watching them for a long, long time. Ever since her utter humiliation at that celebration over ten years ago. She had hidden herself away, letting her anger and desperate need for revenge slowly consumer and give her a new purpose for her life. Bulma had been by her side for a while helping her, but the woman was weak. She had backed out when she learned about all of her plans. But she let her go, with a strong warning of what would befall the genius should she squeal.

Let’s just say Bulma stayed out of contact with the people involved in her plan and didn’t leave Capsule Corps unless absolutely necessary.

She had been waiting.

She had been waiting for the opportune moment to implement her perfect revenge. She had planned to only target that whore of a prince but then she remembered all of that time and money spent in reconstructive surgery caused by someone entirely different, and decided she needed to get them both. And the most vulnerable part of any person, Saiyan or otherwise, was their heart.

So she waited.

She waited to find that one thing that could be easily eliminated and cause the most damage.

And now she had finally found it.

It was disgusting. It made her want to throw up it was so disgusting.

A man doing a woman’s job.

It was disgusting.

But it was the perfect thing for Chichi to use and get her revenge for the hell her life has become because of those two men.


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Chichi had set up cameras around the perimeter of the house, using all of the advanced technology Capsule Corps had to offer. Bulma had happily handed over the technology to her ‘best friend’ when Chichi said she wanted to set it up around her own house so she would feel safer. Just a little white lie that got her closer to her ultimate goal.

She had staked out around the house, waiting for a time when everyone was out of the house. She didn’t need to wait long. She had watched as the three boys, including her poor two sons who were tarnished by that beast, fly off, most likely for school based on the satchels they carried. Then her husband and his slut left the house, probably to go waste their time training or some such nonsense. It was at that moment that Chichi set up the cameras. She positioned them in hidden places that would never be found by those idiotic monkeys, putting most of the cameras she had been provided outside the house.

She had almost left when she decided to try the front door and she smirked nastily when she realized those men truly were dumb, because the door wasn’t even locked. So she set up cameras in each room around the house, laughing insanely as she left the premises. She had a small capsule home she set up several miles away, near a small village in the mountains, knowing she wouldn’t be noticed by anyone.

Of course she had been noticed. For years she lived cooped up on her own, glued to the screens showing the activity in and around the house, trying to find the one ultimate weakness she would exploit. She only left the house to get food from the village, living off of the fund she had threatened from Bulma. She barely took care of herself and the people of the village always gave the woman with tussled hair, pale, clammy skin, wild eyes and tarnished clothes a wide berth when she came to the village. She would be muttering to herself about her revenge, each year looking more and more insane to the people, women hiding their children behind their skirts and the men warily placing hands on their weapons.

She had been dubbed a crazy witch…but Chichi never realized this, so focused on her hunger for payback.

Many years passed and while Chichi still feverishly watched the monitors, slowly her hope began to fade. Some cameras were broken and with her ties to Bulma severed except for money she couldn’t repair them. And even as she watched she couldn’t find anything that she, a regular human woman, could destroy to cause the Saiyans pain. So many plans she came up with were discarded because she didn’t have the power.

There were also many times she had to turn away from the monitors in disgust at the scenes taking place, most importantly those in the bedroom. She shuddered as she watched Goku take Vegeta like he used to take her, but he was wilder and it made her hiss with anger at the smaller man who received all of the pleasure. But she had actually thrown up when she saw her youngest son in the arms of that bastard child of Vegeta’s. She regretted at those times putting cameras in the bedroom.

But they would actually be her salvation, because it was the camera in the master bedroom that showed her the perfect way to exact her revenge.

She was watching them one morning, sometime in the spring. She was annoyed at how cuddly they had become, Goku not able to keep his hands off Vegeta, especially his stomach. They were talking and she flipped the switch that would turn on the sound for her. She turns the sounds for that camera, and any others, off and on, depending on if she wants to know what is being said.

She turned up the volume, leaning closer to the monitor to hear the conversation slowly flowing through the speakers.

“I still can’t believe it,” Goku had said, smiling loving down at Vegeta and petting the prince’s stomach.

“Believe it Kakarot,” Vegeta murmured, eyes closed as he relaxed on the bed.

“So how long…you know until…”

“About six months now.”

“Wow.”

“…”

“Hey Vegeta?”

“Kakarot can’t you be quiet for five minutes, I’m trying to sleep.”

“Sorry…”

“…alright Kakarot what is it.”

“Really?”

“Kakarot ask your damn question before I change my mind.”

“Oh right. Well I was just noticing that…your chi is getting weaker.”

“…I know.”

“Is there a reason?”

“It’s the baby Kakarot.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. The baby takes energy from me so it can grow strong. I’m going to be very helpless these next few months as the child takes everything I have. That’s why I need you around.”

“…so that’s why you didn’t want me to go off and train Uub…because you need me to be here.”

“…yes Kakarot. You’re correct.

“Well then I’m going to be the best mate ever and never leave your side.”

“…Kakarot I didn’t say that.”

“But…”

“I need you to protect me. But you don’t have to stay attached to my hip every waking moment. You are still training the kid and I don’t think I could handle spending all my time around you. You exhaust a lot of my energy.”

“Heh heh”

“Kakarot! I mean other than sex.”

“Heh I know Babe. Alright I won’t be around all the time, but I’m still gonna take lots and lots of care of you.”

“That’s all I ask.”

Chichi flipped the switch again; turning off the sound…she had heard more than enough.

She turned away from the monitors pacing around her room before she picked up a vase and threw it at the wall, shattering the decoration on impact. She screeched, tearing at the furniture and other things around her room for minutes on end. Letting out all of her frustration on her meager possessions. At the end of her fit she stood huffing and puffing in the middle of the room glaring at the Saiyan men still on the screen.

It was outrageous. That…that freak being able to conceive a child…and not just any child but Goku’s child. She alone was to only one who had that right. But now that slut was giving Goku a family…and she gagged at the thought of them having children. The bastard offspring will probably be raised on fighting and never learn how to be a citizen of society…like her sons should have been if that monkey bitch hadn’t stolen them away from her.

But then an idea struck Chichi as she continued to watch the screen, seeing Vegeta drift off to sleep with Goku curled around him. A slow wicked smile formed beneath her wild eyes as she gazed at Vegeta. The slut had said he would be helpless in the coming months…and that was her time to strike.

Chichi had just found her form of retribution.

She would sneak into the house one day months from now when Vegeta is entirely alone and helpless, swollen with child and unable to defend himself against Chichi. She could go in and could kill the baby…and not only that she could kill Vegeta, leaving Goku with no other choice but to return groveling to Chichi’s side.

She cackled into the night, feeling reinvigorated, knowing her time had finally come, to enact her vengeance on the men who had ruined her life.


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Vegeta hummed to himself as he put away the last of the dishes. Goku and Uub had just finished their lunch and the two had quickly headed back out into the forest to resume their training. Vegeta purred and patted his stomach as his cub gave a ferocious kick, probably satisfied with the meal Vegeta had eaten. He chuckled and soothed the sore spot with his hand, hanging up the dish towel he had been using and walking to the living room, deciding he would catch a quick catnap before his boys returned from their training.

He stretched out on the couch, groaning happily as his position took stress off of his lower back. Being eight months pregnant was really putting a strain on his body, he was very eager now to get the child out of his body.

He slipped on hand behind his head and the other rested on his plump belly, stroking the skin as he dozed off.

Thirty minutes later Vegeta gasped awake, sitting up as quickly as he could, staring in shock at the person over him, who had woken him with a slap to the face. He lifted a hand to his stinging cheek, feeling right then how vulnerable he was because a human woman could cause him that much pain. He glared up at the smirking wench and scooted down the couch away from her, other hand instinctively curling around his swollen belly.

“What the fuck are you doing here bitch,” he growled, snarling as the woman took a step closer to him.

Chichi, whose hair was in complete disarray, her clothes worn to threads, and eyes revealing the madness that has slowly consumed her, shrugged her shoulders casually. “Well the door was unlocked so I just let myself in. I doubt you mind you slut,” she said calmly, despite her appearance.

“Actually I do mind you harpy. How about you leave now.”

“Or what you’ll kill me. Ha, don’t make me laugh. You’re in no bargaining position princy. You’re as helpless as a human now. And it’s about time I taught you a lesson.”

“Shut up bitch.”

“Now, now Vegeta, let’s not loose our manners. I’m a guest you see, so you’re going to treat me with the respect I deserve.”

“You deserve no more than a galactic slug’s excrements does wench.”

“Now that’s where you’re wrong Vegeta. I deserve respect from you because you took it all away in the first place. You stole my family. You drugged Goku, tricking him into thinking he should be with you when he’s destined to be with me. You stole my children and have been abusing them for years. I deserve respect for all that you’ve put me through.”

“What the hell are you on woman!? You were the one who drugged Kakarot and abused Goten and Gohan. I didn’t steal them, you threw them away. And you sure as hell are not destined to be with Kakarot. I am.”

“Lies! All lies you fucking monkey. I’m here to take back my family. And the only way to do that is to get rid of that bastard inside of you, and then I’ll get rid of you,” Chichi cried, brandishing a large knife from behind her back, and Vegeta recognized it as one of his own from his kitchen.

His eyes widened and his body tensed as she cackled insanely before him, feeling just a thread of fear start to wriggle its way up his spine. “I’m going to make it look like a suicide princy boy, by using your own knife. Isn’t that wonderful? Then heartbroken Goku will come back to me and I’ll finally make him into the husband he’s supposed to be.”

“…You’re insane…”

“No…I’m just pissed off. Now say goodbye.”

Chichi lunged forward, holding out the knife aimed directly for Vegeta’s stomach. The Prince cried out, twisting his body away, deflecting the blow but only barely. He was still cut, badly, on his side, but he had managed to evade the shot enough so it wasn’t a direct hit on his fragile child. He twisted his body more, falling to the ground, kicking out one leg to smack Chichi in the back, sending her spiraling over the couch.

Vegeta panted as he crawled away, trying to get his footing by bracing himself on the wall on the other side of the room. He glanced behind him, wishing beyond anything else that he had energy he could use to get himself out of this situation. He screamed as a knife whooshed pass his face, imbedding itself into the wall and leaving a deep cut on his right cheek. He awkwardly turned around, staring fearfully at the woman holding not just one, but many knives.

“I have lots to choose from Vegeta. Take your pick. Shall you die from a steak knife or a butter knife?”

Vegeta didn’t answer, ducking around the corner, one hand bracing himself on the hallway wall and the other clutching his bleeding side. He heard footsteps behind him but he didn’t turn, he couldn’t, for fear of what he would see. He focused instead on the back door, looming close but not close enough for the distraught prince.

His hand reached out, barely grabbing the doorknob and opening the door before pain engulfed his senses. Vegeta cried out, looking down through tears at the blade protruding from his stomach. He cried out again as another slashed down his back, ripping his shirt and causing more of his blood to pool on the floor.

In a last rush of adrenalin he yanked out the knife in his side with a painful scream, turning around and imbedding it in Chichi right breast, stumbling outside. He collapsed on the ground, head whipping around to look over his shoulder as he heard footsteps. She was still coming after him.

Vegeta clutched his stomach, looking wildly around for an escape root. He almost slapped himself in the forehead at his forgetfulness. Even though he didn’t have a lot of chi, he still might have enough to get to where he needs to. He lifted his hand and pressed to fingers to his forehead, trying to get his mind to focus on finding his mate and not the bloody woman coming after him.

He yelled in pain as he used nearly all of his energy to get him to his lover. He collapsed on the ground when he heard Goku’s panicked cries, thankful he was away from that woman. He weakly opened his eyes when he was brought into a warm embrace, staring through bleary eyes at his mate.

“Babe. Vegeta who did this,” Goku gasped out, pulling Vegeta close to him.

“Chi…Chi,” Vegeta groaned, finally feeling darkness engulf his senses as he passed out, his last thoughts hoping for the safety of his endangered cub.

Goku was freaking out. His body trembled with a combination of fear and anger, eyes entirely focused on his pale, bloody mate in his arms. For a moment he stayed in his spot kneeling down on the ground next to where Vegeta appeared. But then his mate murmured in his unconscious state and Goku jumped to action.

He cradled his pregnant mate in his arms, calling out to his pupil as he lifted two fingers to his forehead. “Come on Uub,” he shouted.

His student was at his side in an instant, the kid’s worried eyes locked on Vegeta. Goku used his own instant transmission to get them to the look out, in particular Dende. “DENDE,” Goku shouted, rushing into the compound the second his feet touched the lookout’s tiles, Uub hot on his heels.

The guardian of Earth came skidding around a corner, almost getting barreled over by a hasty Goku. Dende’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head at the sight of a bloody Saiyan prince. He wordlessly followed them as Goku knocked in the door to an empty room, rushing his mate to the bed and laying him gently down. Dende was at his side in an instant, reaching out and concentrating as he used his powers to heal Vegeta.

Goku watched for a moment, eyes not leaving his lover’s face as he was enveloped in the healing glow of the guardian of earth. He backed away eventually, turning to Uub who stood nearby, placing a hand on the young man’s shoulder. “Stay with Vegeta. I have something I need to do,” he said, calm voice covering the storm brewing inside the gentle Saiyan. Uub just nodded, watching as Goku ran out of the room.

Since Chichi didn’t have a strong enough chi for Goku to lock onto he was going to have to fly faster than he ever had before. He powered up to Super Saiyan, diving off of the lookout and speeding off to their home, since he knew that’s where Vegeta was before he showed up in Goku’s training grounds. He was home in moments, landing in the back yard, finding Chichi laying on the ground with a small pool of blood around her.

She was still alive, but only barely.

Goku stalked up to her, grabbing a fist full of her shirt and yanking her up so she was eye level with him. Her eyes fluttered open and when she recognized him she gave him a lopsided smile. “Oh Goku darling, you came for me,” she said, as if she wasn’t bleeding and she hadn’t stabbed the Saiyan prince.

Goku just growled at her, tossing her over his shoulder and heading into the forest. She protested profusely, not liking being treated like a sack of potatoes but Goku didn’t give a good goddamn what she wanted. His grip around her waist tightened to a painful level until her voice went from screeching in anger to screeching in fear. He ignored her, saying nothing until he got to their destination.

He tossed her easily onto the ground, glaring hatefully down at her. “I had always hoped something like this wouldn’t happen Chichi. I held quite the fondness for you when we were first married but you changed. At first I dealt with it, thinking that because I was your husband I had too. But you took things too far Chichi. You treated me like dirt expecting me to change into something I’m not. That’s not love. Vegeta’s taught me that.”

“That whore is the one treating you badly,” Chichi cried.

“Shut up,” Goku growled, kneeling down to wrap a hand around his ex-wife’s neck. “I let you off with a warning the first time you harmed my mate. But this time there is no way I can let you get away this. Not only did you try to ‘kill’ Vegeta, you tried to kill our unborn child. That is completely unforgivable.”

He shoved her away from him, straightening up and glaring icily down at her. “It is not in my nature to kill,” he said, watching impassively as her eyes brightened. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll save you from a potentially life threatening situation.”

He smirked slightly as comprehension dawned on her and Chichi glanced around the area fearfully. “This is the mating ground for a very vicious species of dinosaur. I’m going to leave you here. If you survive the next few days of their mating season then I warn you…it may not be in my nature to kill but I cannot say the same for my mate. Should you come near us again Chichi…I won’t hold him back.”

He turned his back on her, ignoring her screams of anger. But she was too weak from blood loss to follow him. Her screams disappeared as he transmitted himself back to the lookout.

He arrived back in the room he left Vegeta in. Uub was sitting on the bed holding the prince’s hand. Dende sat in a chair that was next to the bedside. Both young men looked up as Goku appeared in the room. He anxiously looked at them both, worried by their expressionless faces that the worst had happened.

But his worries were in vain as large smiles broke out on both of their faces. He felt his own smile slowly spread on his face for the first time in what felt like a long while to Goku and he came to the bed, kneeling down next to his mate.

“How is he,” he whispered, one hand stroking through Vegeta’s hair and the other laying flat on his bulging stomach.

“Just fine Goku,” Dende said happily. “The wounds weren’t as bad as they looked and the baby is just fine. The knife didn’t get anywhere close to the baby. Vegeta woke up a while ago and I told him, and he was very relieved. He fell asleep soon after.”

Goku felt his smile widen and he purred happily, climbing properly onto the bed and curling around his slumbering mate. He nodded in thanks to Dende and Uub as the two left the room.

He looked down lovingly to his mate, nuzzling the man’s face. A tear snaked its way down his cheek as he lay there. Another followed and he muffled a sob into the pillow. He held Vegeta a little closer, thanking every deity he knew for sparing his mate and their child. He fell asleep long after his tears had dried, never loosening his hold on his precious prince.


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